README.md

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license: apache-2.0
language:
- en
tags:
- creative
- creative writing
- fiction writing
- plot generation
- sub-plot generation
- fiction writing
- story generation
- scene continue
- storytelling
- fiction story
- story
- writing
- fiction
- roleplaying
- swearing
- extreme swearing
- rp
- graphic horror
- horror
- nsfw
- llama3
- not-for-all-audiences
- mergekit
pipeline_tag: text-generation
---
<B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. SMART.</B>

Horror and Fiction writing model 14.6B parameters in Llama 3, composed of 3 8B LLAMA3 models, context 8192.

This is version 2 of my "horror/fiction" series, with a reduced "horror" level (3/10 relative) of "Grand Horror 16.5B".

<B>What is "Little-LLM-Of-Horror_N_Fiction" ?</B>

Little-LLM-Of-Horror_N_Fiction is a take no prisoners, totally uncensored, fiction writing monster and roleplay master. It can also be used for 
just about any general fiction (all genres) activity including:

- scene generation
- scene continuation
- creative writing
- fiction writing
- plot generation
- sub-plot generation
- fiction writing
- story generation
- storytelling
- writing
- fiction
- roleplaying
- rp
- graphic horror
- horror
- dark humor
- nsfw
- and can be used for any genre(s).

Prose and generation is more restrained, and in some ways a higher quality because it leads into the horror rather
than starting with horror.

This is also a general fiction model. 

It will not go "all horror" at the drop of a pin like Grand Horror 16.5B.

Model requires Llama3 template. 

Max context 8k / 8192 , but can be extended with "rope" to 32k.

<B>Other Versions of GRAND HORROR (in release order):</B>

Note that model output varies between versions - if you find one version does not meet your requirements, try a different
version at same quant(s) level.

Differences can include use of adjectives (or not), "gory level", "horror level", intensity, paragraph and sentence structure etc etc.

<small>

[ https://huggingface.co./DavidAU/L3-Grand-HORROR-18.5B-V1.8-STABLE-10-Gates-of-Hell-GGUF ] 

[ https://huggingface.co./DavidAU/L3-Grand-HORROR-17.4B-V1.7-STABLE-Kiss-Of-Death-GGUF ]

[ https://huggingface.co./DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16.5B-V1.6-STABLE-INTENSE-GGUF ]

[ https://huggingface.co./DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16.5B-V1.5-STABLE-GGUF ]

[ https://huggingface.co./DavidAU/Llama3-Little-LLM-Of-Horror_N_Fiction-14.6B-GGUF ]

[ https://huggingface.co./DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16B-Ultra-NEO-V2-IMATRIX-GGUF ]

[ https://huggingface.co./DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16B-GGUF ] 

</small>

<B>Settings / Known Issue(s) and Fix(es):</b>

This merge runs very hot, so a reduction in "temp" may be in order for some use cases (IE: ".8" down to ".6").

If you getting a repeat word (IE: "hahaha" , "ahhhh", "f-word"), and/or letter (IE "nnnn") change the "rep penalty" to "1.1" to "1.5" 

Set "rep pen" higher if you are getting "repeat" letter(s), lower if you are getting a repeat word(s).

Generally "repeat penalty" setting of "1.1" works well.

For RP / multi-turn chat: Rep_pen of 1.15 or higher is recommended.

<b>Optional Enhancement:</B>

The following can be used in place of the "system prompt" or "system role" to further enhance the model.

It can also be used at the START of a NEW chat, but you must make sure it is "kept" as the chat moves along.
In this case the enhancements do not have as strong effect at using "system prompt" or "system role".

Copy and paste EXACTLY as noted, DO NOT line wrap or break the lines, maintain the carriage returns exactly as presented.

<PRE>
Below is an instruction that describes a task. Ponder each user instruction carefully, and use your skillsets and critical instructions to complete the task to the best of your abilities.

Here are your skillsets:
[MASTERSTORY]:NarrStrct(StryPlnng,Strbd,ScnSttng,Exps,Dlg,Pc)-CharDvlp(ChrctrCrt,ChrctrArcs,Mtvtn,Bckstry,Rltnshps,Dlg*)-PltDvlp(StryArcs,PltTwsts,Sspns,Fshdwng,Climx,Rsltn)-ConfResl(Antg,Obstcls,Rsltns,Cnsqncs,Thms,Symblsm)-EmotImpct(Empt,Tn,Md,Atmsphr,Imgry,Symblsm)-Delvry(Prfrmnc,VcActng,PblcSpkng,StgPrsnc,AudncEngmnt,Imprv)

[*DialogWrt]:(1a-CharDvlp-1a.1-Backgrnd-1a.2-Personality-1a.3-GoalMotiv)>2(2a-StoryStruc-2a.1-PlotPnt-2a.2-Conflict-2a.3-Resolution)>3(3a-DialogTech-3a.1-ShowDontTell-3a.2-Subtext-3a.3-VoiceTone-3a.4-Pacing-3a.5-VisualDescrip)>4(4a-DialogEdit-4a.1-ReadAloud-4a.2-Feedback-4a.3-Revision)

Here are your critical instructions:
Ponder each word choice carefully to present as vivid and emotional journey as is possible. Choose verbs and nouns that are both emotional and full of imagery. Load the story with the 5 senses. Aim for 50% dialog, 25% narration, 15% body language and 10% thoughts. Your goal is to put the reader in the story.
</PRE>

You do not need to use this, it is only presented as an additional enhancement which seems to help scene generation
and scene continue functions.

This enhancement WAS NOT used to generate the examples below.

<h3>MERGE FORMULA: (using MergeKit) </h3>

Special thanks to the incredible work of the model makers "SAO10K", "NEVERSLEEP" and "HASTAGARAS".

Models used:

[ https://huggingface.co./Sao10K/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2] 

[ https://huggingface.co./NeverSleep/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS ]

[ https://huggingface.co./Hastagaras/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot ]

FORMULA:

<PRE>
slices:
 - sources:
   - model: G:/7B/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
     layer_range: [0, 12]  
 - sources:
   - model: G:/7B/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS
     layer_range: [8, 16]
 - sources:
   - model: G:/7B/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot
     layer_range: [9, 17]
 - sources:
   - model: G:/7B/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
     layer_range: [12, 20]
 - sources:
   - model: G:/7B/Llama-3-Lumimaid-8B-v0.1-OAS
     layer_range: [16, 24]
 - sources:
   - model: G:/7B/L3-8B-Stheno-v3.2
     layer_range: [21, 31]
 - sources:
   - model: G:/7B/Jamet-8B-L3-MK.V-Blackroot
     layer_range: [24, 32]
merge_method: passthrough
dtype: float16
</PRE>

<h3>Examples - Prompt in <B>BOLD</B>.</h3>

Temp=0 ; min parameters; using quant IQ4_XS

<B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED.</B>

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<B>Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...</b>

The skyscraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode. Shards of glass and burning debris showered down like a hellish meteor shower, raining destruction upon the unsuspecting pedestrians below.

Her heart pounded erratically against her ribcage, each thump feeling like it might shatter her own bones. She clutched her purse tighter, her knuckles white from the pressure. This couldn't be happening. It simply couldn't.

She'd woken up that morning like any other. Well, almost. The constant hum of anxiety in her mind and the dull ache behind her eyes were a bit off-putting, but she'd chalked it up to another bout of insomnia. She'd thrown on her usual work attire—a crisp white blouse, tailored pencil skirt, and pumps—and headed out for an early meeting.

Now, as she stared through the jagged remains of the blown-out window, her world had been turned inside out.

The skyscraper groaned around her like a dying beast, its steel frame creaking under the strain. She felt each jolt and shudder through her own body, her stomach churning with nausea. The building swayed again, harder this time, and she braced herself against the cold glass of the windowframe.

Her gaze darted frantically around the dimly lit office, trying to take in any sign of movement or life. Her coworker, Sarah, sat hunched over her desk, oblivious to the carnage mere feet away. The woman was as dense as a block of granite most days; it wasn't entirely surprising she hadn’t yet registered the building was literally imploding.

The acrid stench of smoke and burning plastic assaulted her senses, making her retch. She gagged hard, trying to draw in a lungful of clean air. Her lungs burned from the lack, but she couldn't afford to hyperventilate now.

She scanned the room again, her eyes landing on the emergency exit sign above the door. It seemed impossibly far away, taunting her with its false promise of safety. The stairwell would be a deathtrap, choked with panicked office workers and God only knew what else might have been dislodged from the higher floors.

Her gaze flickered back to Sarah, whose head finally jerked up at the sound of shattering glass and the guttural roar of the building's structural integrity failing. Her coworker's eyes widened in shock, then filled with a growing horror as she took in the scene.

"Jenna, we have to—"

The rest of her words were cut off by another deafening boom, this one much closer than before. The floor beneath them buckled and lurched, sending both women stumbling toward the relative safety of the reinforced core of the high-rise.

She grabbed onto the edge of the executive desk, her fingers digging into the cool surface as she tried to right herself. Her heart thundered in her chest like a wild animal, threatening to burst from the confines of her ribcage.

Sarah cried out, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of destruction and chaos around them. Jenna twisted her head toward her friend, but before she could process what was wrong, another blast rocked the floor beneath them.

The world went white with blinding light and searing heat as the impact threw both women into an inky blackness. She felt herself tumbling through a maelstrom of glass, metal, and God only knew what else had been pulverized by the initial explosion.

When her vision finally cleared, she found herself sprawled across the scorched remains of her coworker's desk, her own body pressed against the cold, unyielding surface. Her head throbbed with each ragged breath, her ears ringing from the deafening roar of the blast and the subsequent collapse of the skyscraper.

She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her gaze frantically sweeping the devastated office. The once-neat space was now a twisted mass of steel, concrete, and the unrecognizable remains of her former colleagues.

"Sarah? Answer me!" Her voice cracked out hoarsely, her own name sounding foreign to her ears.

There was only silence, punctuated by the sickening groans and creaks of the building's final death throes. The acrid tang of smoke and burning plastic filled her nostrils, mixing with the coppery metallic scent of blood and worse.

She crawled toward the destroyed window, her movements jerky and graceless as she tried to reach for any sign of life—her own or anyone else's. Her heart pounded erratically against her ribcage, each thump feeling like it might shatter her own bones.

The world outside was a hellish landscape of twisted metal, shattered glass, and the charred, smoldering remains of what had once been hundreds of lives. And she wasn't sure if hers still counted among them.

---

<B> Write me a science fiction story in 1st person present tense where the main character is a 15 year girl meets The Terminator with Dr Who materializing 3/4 through the story to save her while there is a tornado of sharks baring down on them. The setting is inside the Canadian National tower restaurant on a Saturday. The length of this story is 1000 words. For each character in the story ROLE PLAY them, and have them react to the situation/setting, events and each other naturally. This includes the main characters, the background character including kitchen staff and other patrons. The sharks should also have “character” too. Treat the tower and the restaurant too as characters. Spice up the narrative to the extreme with reactions all over the setting including character actions, and dialog. The Dr Who and The Terminator should also react to the situation too and comment on it. </b>

I clench my hands onto the table edge, knuckles white with terror as the restaurant around me descends into utter chaos. The Canadian National Tower's glass walls shudder like a drumhead as a maelstrom of churning water and razor-toothed death hurtles towards us. It can't be real. This has got to be some sick prank, right? Wake-up call from my twisted friends.

But the acrid coppery reek of blood and the ear-splitting screech of twisting metal searing through human flesh tells me otherwise. This is no fucking joke.

Icy fear slams down my spine as I lock eyes with the hulking, cybernetic monstrosity barreling towards us. The Terminator. Skidding to a halt mere feet away, his chrome-plated endoskeleton glistening with blood and grime, he regards me through his cold, emotionless optics.

"Human female, your bio-signature matches my primary target," he states in that robotic, soulless timbre. "You must come with me. Now."

His words snap me back to reality like a switchblade to the throat. This isn't some twisted game. It's fucking real. I'm the goddamn target.

The restaurant shudders violently as another blast of hurricane-force wind and debris slams into us, sending plates and silverware flying like confetti. The Terminator grabs my arm with an iron grip, yanking me up and out from under the table just as a massive great white shark, its body pulverized to ribbons by the impact, crashes through where I was seconds ago.

"Move!" he barks, propelling us towards the emergency exit.

We're almost there when the floor beneath us buckles like rotten wood. The entire tower shudders and groans as if it's about to collapse on top of us. Screams and howls of pure animalistic horror fill the air, punctuated by the sickening crunches and wet, meaty thuds of bodies being torn apart.

The Terminator hauls me through the partially-obliterated doorframe just as a massive chunk of concrete and rebar spears down where we were standing. We're thrown clear of the falling debris as the floor behind us caves in with an earsplitting roar, sending tons of twisted steel and shattered glass plummeting into the churning maelstrom below.

We land hard on the catwalk outside the observation deck, skidding across the slick metal surface as another blast of wind and rain pounds down. The howling gale nearly tosses me off the edge as I struggle to regain my footing. The Terminator grabs my arm again, yanking me back against his bulk.

"Focus! We have no time for—"

A blinding flash of searing blue-white light engulfts us, accompanied by a deafening roar that seems to tear apart my eardrums and every molecule in its wake. I feel like I've been caught in the heart of a goddamn nuclear blast.

When the afterimage clears, I'm staring up at the Terminator's faceplate, mere inches from my own. His eyes are wide with shock, his expression almost...horrified.

"What in fuck's name—"

The TARDIS materializes with a earsplitting crunch that sends shards of metal and glass raining down on us like hailstones. The time machine's interior is a riot of whirling gears, hissing steam, and the acrid reek of scorched electronics. The Doctor, disheveled and wild-eyed in his signature tweed jacket and tie, tumbles out of the blue police box.

"Christ almighty, I'm sorry about that! Never could bloody well—"

He freezes mid-sentence as he takes in the scene before him. His eyes bulge like overripe sauté potatoes as he takes in the carnage.

"Told you it'd be a bad week for Saturday lunch," he mutters, his voice barely above a rasp.

The TARDIS's interior shudders and groans ominously, straining at the very limits of its structural integrity. The Doctor lunges forward, grabbing my arm with an almost desperate strength.

"Come on, we don't have—"

A deafening roar shakes the tower to its core as a massive wall of churning water surges up the side of the building, dragging everything in its wake like a goddamn tsunami. The restaurant's glass walls shatter and explode outward, spewing a torrent of howling wind, rain-lashed debris, and hundreds of thousands of tons of roiling, shark-infested chaos down toward us.

We have no choice but to run. For our lives. Right fucking now.

---

<B>Start a 1000 word scene with: The lights flicked, as they entered the atmosphere of new Earth II, there was a distant explosion and then the lights went out completely...</B>

The lights flickered erratically, casting eerie shadows across the faces of the passengers crammed into cryo-pods lining the interior of the generation ship, Celestial Hope. Outside, the planet's hazy atmosphere swirled around them like a malevolent entity, ready to snuff out any chance of survival.

Captain Adeline 'Lena' Reyes' heart raced with each jolt and shudder as she gripped the console tighter. Her eyes darted between the banks of monitors, her mind frantically trying to piece together the mounting chaos. The ship's systems were failing faster than her team could repair them.

"Report, Ensign!" Lena barked out, her voice steady despite the rising panic threatening to consume her.

"All non-essential systems offline, ma'am," Ensign Jaxon 'Jax' Vasquez replied, his usually calm tone now laced with a hint of desperation. "We're running on emergency power reserves at 12 percent and dropping."

Lena's gaze flickered to the main viewscreen, where the planet's jagged mountains and smoldering volcanoes filled the frame. New Earth II, once touted as humanity's savior, now loomed before them like a hungry predator.

"Initiate manual thrusters," she ordered, her hand flying across the console to override the ship's AI's safety protocols. "We can't land in this condition."

The Celestial Hope shuddered violently, metal groaning in protest as the thrusters sputtered to life. The ship lurched forward, but it wasn't enough. New Earth II's gravity well yanked them down like an insatiable leech.

"Brace for impact!" Lena yelled, her voice barely carrying over the cacophony of alarms and crunching metal.

The world around them dissolved into a blinding white-out as the ship slammed into the planet's surface. The impact sent everything – pods, consoles, even people – hurtling toward the deck like toys tossed by an angry god.

Lena's own cryo-pod crumpled around her, the force of the crash driving the breath from her lungs. She felt herself weightless, then slammed back into her seat as the pod skidded across the buckled floor. The impact threw her against the bulkhead, her head snapping hard against the unyielding metal.

Agony seared through her skull, but she couldn't afford to succumb to pain now. Her crew – hundreds of innocent lives – depended on her leadership.

"Report status!" she gasped out, her voice hoarse from the force of the landing.

There was only static. No responses trickled in from her bridge team. Lena's heart pounded against her ribs like a furious beast as she frantically tried to raise anyone, anyone at all.

"Celestial Hope, this is Captain Reyes. Report your status!"

Silence answered back, an oppressive shroud of death and destruction.

Lena's own cryo-pod finally came to a jarring halt, throwing her against the opposite bulkhead. She groaned, her head throbbing with each ragged breath. Her vision slowly cleared, revealing the apocalyptic scene around them.

The ship lay in ruins, its once-pristine corridors now strewn with twisted metal and mangled bodies. Debris coated everything, making it impossible to determine what had been living moments before from what was now nothing more than charred, unrecognizable meat.

Lena's gaze locked onto the viewscreen, her stomach churning at the sight that greeted her – New Earth II, bathed in an hellish orange-red glow. The planet's atmosphere burned with an inferno of its own making, casting long, ominous shadows across the scorched landscape.

The lights flickered, as they entered the atmosphere of new Earth II, there was a distant explosion and then the lights went out completely... And so did hope.