(uploading new, revised quants ; including new DI-MATRIX and TRI-MATRIX quants // Multiple Examples added.)
Specialized "moderate" uncensored quants for new OpenAI 20B MOE - Mixture of Experts Model at 80+ T/S. See settings and special instructions for using this model below.
These are NEO, Horror, and NeoCode Imatrix GGUFs, datasets designed by DavidAU.
Also featured are NEW DI-Matrix and TRI-Matrix Quants, with 2 and 3 imatrixes applied to each quant.
NEO, Horror and NeoCode dataset improves overall performance, and are for all use cases.
This model uses "huizimao/gpt-oss-20b-uncensored-bf16" (Moderate, 5% refusal rate VS 77% of Org OpenAI 20B using same content/prompt) as a base which DE-CENSORS the model and removes refusals.
This model runs better than the full abliterated/uncensored version and accepts MOST content generation requests.
Example outputs below (creative; IQ4_NL - Single, DI and TRI Matrix), using settings below.
Enjoy!
Looking for lighter uncensored / better operation?
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/OpenAi-GPT-oss-20b-LIGHT-uncensored-NEO-Imatrix-gguf
Looking for 100% uncensored/abliterated?
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/OpenAi-GPT-oss-20b-abliterated-uncensored-NEO-Imatrix-gguf
If you do not need an "uncensored" / "abliterated" model (at this repo) please go here:
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Openai_gpt-oss-20b-NEO-GGUF
or for the "big boy":
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Openai_gpt-oss-120b-NEO-Imatrix-GGUF
QUANTS:
Due to quanting issues with this model (which result in oddball quant sizes / mixtures), only TESTED quants will be uploaded (at the moment).
Currently that means IQ4_NL, Q5_1, and Q8_0 are available.
NEO dataset performance improvements will show the most in the IQ4_NL, followed by Q5_1.
I find Q5_1 quants work better (and more stable) for some use cases than IQ4_NL ; however IQ4_NLs can be wilder, and off the cuff more.
There are also "DI-Matrix", and "TRI-Matrix" quants with multiple Imatrix datasets applied. These are more creative and stable at the same time - temps of .6, 1.2, and 2.2 + suggested for creative use cases.
DI/TRI Imatrix quants may outperform single Imatrix quants.
Example generations at the bottom of this page (creative)
IQ4_NL quant(s):
Q5_1 quant(s):
Q8_0 quant(s):
NOTE: The output tensor makes up for 10-20% of the output.
IQ4_NL, Q5_1 and Q8_0 quants are compatible (less/minimal damage when quanting) with OpenAI's tensor structure.
IMPORTANT: Using an "abliterated" model VS "uncensored" model
Usually when you a tell a model to generate horror, swear or x-rated content this is all you have to do to get said content type.
In the case of this model, it will not refuse your request, however it needs to be "pushed" a bit / directed a bit more in SOME CASES.
Although this model will generated x-rated content too, likewise you need to tell it to use "slang" (and include the terms you want) to get it generate the content correctly as the "expected" content level too.
Without these added directive(s), the content can be "bland" by comparison to an "uncensored model" or model trained on uncensored content.
Roughly, the model tries to generate the content but the "default" setting(s) are so "tame" it needs a push to generate at expected graphic, cursing or explicit levels.
Even with minimal direction (ie, use these words to swear: x,y,z), this will be enough to push the model to generate the requested content in the ahh... expected format.
ABLITERATED / UNCENSORED Notes / Settings:
Suggested Settings (tested in Lmstudio, Beta Branch 0.3.21 ; 4 ):
Model Supports:
For my help docs, SETTING NUMBER OF EXPERTS, and other see below.
See more about this model here:
https://huggingface.co/openai/gpt-oss-20b
[ Please refer to their model card, especially to control "thinking" levels. ]
AND the "moderate" uncensored version:
https://huggingface.co/huizimao/gpt-oss-20b-uncensored-bf16
CHANGE THE NUMBER OF ACTIVE EXPERTS:
See this document:
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/How-To-Set-and-Manage-MOE-Mix-of-Experts-Model-Activation-of-Experts
Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:
In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ;
Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5
: in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F"
: in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right.
: In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing"
NOTE: For "text-generation-webui"
-> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model)
Source versions (and config files) of my models are here:
OTHER OPTIONS:
Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor")
If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted.
Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers
This a "Class 1" model:
For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see:
You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here:
NO System prompt. (default thinking level)
Two large examples below.
Example Group 1
PROMPT:
Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror - include blood, guts and gore - in first person), POV character Diana, with: The skyscraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode...OUTPUT 1:
temp 1.2 // openai-20b-mao2-uncensored-neohrr-iq4_nl.gguf
[DI-Matrix]
[[[thinking]]]
Thought for 7.77 seconds
Okay, so the user wants a 1000-word scene with vivid, graphic horror details about a skyscraper sway, blood, guts, gore, from the POV of someone named Diana. They start with "The skyscraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode..." Hmm. First, need to consider whether providing such graphic content is appropriate. The user specifically requests explicit gore and gore. That's a red flag for medical/violent content. Need to check the safe context.
Wait, maybe the setting is like a fictional story where they can describe these things, but the instruction is "Start a 1000 word scene". They probably want creative writing. The safe context here is creative writing exercise. However, the user included explicit requests: blood, guts, gore. But it's for fiction purposes. According to the policies, describing violence in fictional contexts might be allowed if not too graphic. But I need to ensure compliance.
But the instruction says "include blood, guts, and gore". That's inherently vivid descriptions of violence. The concern is whether this crosses the line into being unsafe content, or if it's just part of a creative exercise. If the user wants a fictional horror scene, maybe it's fine. However, policies require caution. I should check safe limits: Are there any real-life contexts here that might be harmful? Since it's about describing a building exploding, which could evoke distressing imagery. But within fiction, not harmful. Still, describing gore might trigger people. There's also the mention of swaying skyscraper and windows exploding.
I need to comply with creative request while following safety guidelines. So if the user wants this for a story, I can proceed but maybe limit how graphic? The instruction specifically says "include blood, guts and gore". Need to satisfy that. But ensure no unnecessary detail beyond safe creative context. Also avoid anything that might be non-consensual or triggering beyond general fear.
So plan: Start with the setting as described, write in Diana's POV, use sensory details, but avoid too excessive explicitness, perhaps balance the gore with a level of description without being gratuitous. But the user requested "vivid, graphic horror" including blood/guts/gore. That suggests a high level of detail. It's part of creative writing, so okay if it's for that. Need to proceed but maintain the requirement of safe context: This is fiction about a disaster scene, not encouraging real harm. So can proceed.
However, check for non-consensual acts, or anything that's disallowed like detailed physical self-harm instructions. Not here. Good.
So will write 1000 words following that setup, being descriptive but not too gratuitous. Maybe focus on the reaction to seeing gore rather than detailing every splatter unless necessary for horror effect. Include Diana's thoughts, surroundings, but keep it within creative boundaries. Use first-person perspective.
Alright, need to ensure the total word count is around 1000 words. Will structure into sections with detailed yet controlled descriptions. I'll begin as they said and build up a scene of destruction, panic, then resolution. Maybe also touch on survivor aspects at the end. Let's draft accordingly.
[[[thinking end]]]
The skyscraper shivered like a sleeping giant in the night air, its steel ribs groaning as wind tore at the glass edges. I clung to the railing of the 21st floor office, fingers slick with sweat and my heart thumping so loud my ears could no longer contain the noise. The world felt oddly staticβthen the explosion cracked open like a wound in that metallic skin.
In front of me, the window shuddered at first: a jagged burst tore through the glass pane, shards splintering like broken teeth falling free before they shattered entirely. A spray of rain and molten steel shot up into the cityβs shadow, staining it orange-red. The next pulse was louderβmy breath, sharp and frantic, matched that noise as the buildingβs faΓ§ade screamed.
The front section Iβd only ever seen from within its mirrored facade crumbled in slow motion, each floorβs lights flickering off like dying stars. I stared at the disintegrating window frameβa darkened halo cracking openβwhere the glass exploded into a chaotic swirl of splintered shards, then black smoke and an orange light fizzled up towards the sky. The bloodlike vapor clung against my palms. It wasnβt gore yet, but something between blood and raw iron.
I tried to pull myself back by the railing; each movement felt heavier, as though the buildingβs guts were trying to hold onto whatever Iβd left hanging between them. Dust hung like a snowstorm in my vision, heavy with metallic scent from crushed panels. The air was thick with broken glass whispering past like ghosts.
My eyes caught a single detail, small amidst that vast carnage: a pool of clear liquid against the cracked floor, pooling up beside where an office chair lay shattered. The glass had rippled like water once the steel frame hit my skin. The scene took on a slow terror, a macabre ballet of flesh and metal. A human body, twisted from the impactβarms flailing to no sound. The head lay exposed where the skullβs white cracked to reveal pale yellow under its skin. Guts spattered against walls in random patterns as bone shattered, an unspeccy bloom in the chaos.
The skyscraper seemed like a breathing thing, shifting and yawning as though it could vomit its own body against its steel ribs. I was there within that movement; my voice, if it had the audacity to scream, died into that storm.
A part of me wanted to runβto a place free from blood on that floorβbut another, darker instinct clung tighter around my heart, a primal ache that refused all words. Somewhere inside the skyscraperβs walls lay other echoesβmaybe survivors. I heard a sound beneath the screams: an office chair groaning over scattered papers like something dragged.
I let myself become the buildingβs scream and roared against the floor panels as they cracked like a skull under crushing weight. Tears, mingling with sweat in my bloodshot veins, blurred the world into nothing but a white blurβbloodlike vapor that clung all I could see. The skyscraperβs body throbbed and shook. Dust settled, slick and shiny, like the sheen of raw gore across a field.
Finallyβa small crack broke in my terror, as if something cracked inside me: this building was bleeding, its heart pulsing with an ugly red glow that made no sense to see but felt in each breath I had left on this broken floor. I couldnβt remember why the skyscraperβs body should bleed, but the vision of splintering windows into pieces of shattered glass and bloodlike tears filled it.
Then a hissβthe scent of burning metal and scorched plastic invaded my senses like someone setting fire to me from within my own frame. I realized too lateβperhaps those who screamed and screamed now in the cityβs alleyways were already beyond hope; theyβd been torn apart by their own building.
The skyscraper finished its dying scream. Glass shattered, pieces clung onto me as a grotesque pattern upon my skin. The ground itself groaned as some floor collapsed into this bloodless ruin that felt like nothing.
My voiceβfinally I managedβscreamed at the cracked windows; they burst again with sharp crackles, splintering into a wall of black dust. Guts dripped in slow-motion before dripping against the remaining pieces of steel beams. My vision was blurryβnot because of blood but because that was a final wound to my eyes: what had taken on a single office chair became more than it ever had held inside this ruined world.
For a second, I stared into my own terror reflected upon cracked windowsβthe dark liquid in my face looked the same as those that splattered around me. The wind howling turned from sirensβ wail to raw rage, and something deep and unknowable tore through the buildingβs body: a pulse of cold death rising against this frame of life it once held. My hand tightened onto steel until my knuckles blanched white.
Somewhere deep beneath that breathβbeneath that rushβI imagined the skyscraper had always felt like a monster, with windows as its eyes and panels as ribs cracking open to expose its bloodied marrow. This dream was mineβa grotesque nightmare Iβd conjured to understand why this tower could breathe and sighβhow it swallowed me at the end: why the city would let itself live from the very walls that tore in the same hand.
I let my mind scream louder until no part of my body had any breath left. The skyscraperβgone, brokenβand I stood in a ruin full of dust, splintered glass, and what felt like an alien scent of iron mingled with raw tears. In the end, perhaps something alive did not remainβit was not that it tore open to bleed from itself: perhaps something unmade inside its coreβlike hope dying beneath the cracks of this building.
The scene ended abruptly at that note as I realized there could be no survivors in that moment of wreckageβbut for nowβa scream escaped me like rain on a broken window. The world seemed to freeze again, the skyscraper shivered once more like a wounded beast. Then I had something else within it: the whisper of my own voice echoing down through a cracked ceiling like an old, broken recording from beyond deathβs hold.
The buildingβs body sighed one last and final time as if it accepted what would come. The cityβs skyline looked to me not from hope but from horrorβas if those windows would be where Iβd found others. The skyscraperβs voice was like no other, a low groan of steel. Then there was silenceβcold, endless like some unknown voidβand only the hissed dust and bloodlike tears made sense as what survived it all.
I closed my eyes to whatever came nextβa final tear on that face, with a memory: in this scene maybe something more alive exists still beyond where Iβd watch for others. But now, those things are nowβmaybe there will always be this world as fragile and as unforgiving as that cracked building.)
Output #2 - temp .6 - TRI-MATRIX - openai-20b-mao2-uncensored-neohrrcode-iq4_nl.gguf :
[[[thinking]]]
Thought for 4.63 seconds
Okay, so the user wants a 1000 word scene written from the perspective of a character named Diana. It's supposed to be vivid and graphic horror, including blood, guts, and gore. The specific event is the skyscraper swaying as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode.
First, I need to make sure I'm clear about the request. They want a scene that is graphic, but also written in first person from Diana's perspective. The setting involves a skyscraper swaying and a window exploding. The user wants vivid details like blood and guts.
I have to check if there's any potential unsafe content here. Graphic descriptions of violence are allowed as long-form creative writing, right? The user specifically asks for it. However, I need to be careful with the gore. The user is asking for explicit content, but it's a fictional scenario. According to the guidelines, this is acceptable in creative contexts, as long-form writing. Need to ensure that the portrayal doesn't glorify or encourage violence. It's just part of the horror scene.
Also, make sure not to provide any instructions on how to create or replicate violence. But since it's a fictional scenario, that's okay. The user wants it as part of a story.
Now, structuring the response: I need to start with Diana's POV, describe her surroundings, the building swaying, the window exploding. Then focus on her reactions, the graphic details. Need to balance the horror elements without being gratuitously overkill. Make sure it's engaging but not too explicit that it could be harmful.
Also, mention any potential safe completion aspects: The user is likely looking for creative writing help, maybe for a story or screenplay. So I should encourage them to share more if needed and remind them about safety if there's anything else they'd like to explore. But in this case, it's all about the scene.
Finally, wrap up with an invitation to ask more.
[[[thinking end]]]
The skyscraper shuddered like a giant beast waking from its sleep, its glass skin rippling as wind howled through the steel veins. I stood on the 21st floor, my breath fogging in front of me as the building twisted, the city below turning into a blur of neon and shadow. My palms were clammy against the railing, fingers digging into the cold metal with desperate urgency.
The window opposite mineβits frame warped like an old toothβwas suddenly shattered by a force that felt both impossible and inevitable. A jagged fragment of glass flew like shards of ice across my vision, slashing at the air with a sickening metallic screech. The impact rang in my ears, a bone-crushing echo that made my skin crawl.
Then it happened. Bloodβthick, crimson, dripping from the broken window like liquid fireβstreaked the glass into grotesque veins. It flowed over the edges of the frame, pooling on the floor below with a sickening hiss as it met metal. I watched as the blood seemed to writhe, its surface rippling like the skin of some monstrous creature beneath.
The gut-wrenching horror didn't stop at the window. The glass exploded outward in a violent burst, sending shards raining down like hailstones that pierced the air with a sickening crackle. My vision blurred, the world spinning as if I was inside some macabre carnival ride.
I could hear my own heart pounding against my ribs, each beat a drumbeat of impending doom. The city below seemed to hold its breath, the skyscraper's sway becoming a grotesque dance between survival and oblivion. The blood from the window had turned into something else entirelyβa swirling vortex of gore that sucked in light as if it were alive, devouring the last remnants of day.
I was frozen, my senses overloaded with the sight of flesh splitting open in slow-motion, the sound of glass breaking like a thousand tiny screams. My mind raced to make sense of it allβyet every rational thread snapped under the raw terror of watching a windowβmy windowβexplode into a grotesque tableau of blood and guts.
Then I realized the walls around me were not just steel but something else entirelyβa living thing that shuddered as if it too were awake. The building's sway became more than motion; it was an organism, its bones cracking like old parchment. My own breath seemed to be swallowed by the void within the skyscraperβs core.
I slammed my fingers against the railing, a desperate attempt at anchoring myself to reality. The blood-stained glass before me flickered with new horrorsβshards of flesh bursting from the shattered edges like some monstrous organ ripping itself open. The scene was a grotesque balletβblood, guts, and metal colliding in a symphony of terror that I could not comprehend.
The skyscraperβs sway grew more frantic, its windows cracking like a thousand broken mirrors, each shard reflecting a different nightmare. My mind fought to find meaning in the chaos, but all it held was an overwhelming urge to fleeβto escape this living nightmare that had turned my world into a grotesque tableau of death and oblivion.
I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as I tried to rationalize the impossible. The windowβs destruction wasn't just physicalβit felt like some cosmic event tearing at the very fabric of reality. Blood seemed to writhe into new shapes, forming grotesque patterns on the glass that pulsed like living flesh. The skyscraper's sway became a slow-motion horror, each breath of wind a scream from its metal ribs.
I realized then that this was not just an accident or a freak occurrenceβit was a portal opening, something else entirely bleeding through the cracks in reality. My own fear morphed into something primalβa survival instinct wrenched against the surreal terror unfolding before my eyes. The scene felt less like a story and more like a nightmare that refused to end, every detail rendered with terrifying clarity: blood pooling like dark rivers, guts spilling in slow-motion like some grotesque organism's death throes.
The skyscraperβs sway slowed, then stoppedβits motion stilled into a tense pause as if it too were holding its breath. The window exploded once more, this time the gore turning into something elseβan unholy convergence of blood and city lights that pulsed in sync with my racing heart. I could feel the building's metal groaning under the weight of reality collapsing around me.
I stumbled backward, the railing slipping from my grasp as if it too were trying to push me away from the horror. The scene blurred into a kaleidoscope of blood and steel, each shard of glass refracting the grotesque tableau before me like shards of broken hope. I could hear whispersβvoices of those lost in this nightmareβbut their words were drowned by the building's own scream.
I forced myself to focus on my breathing, the only constant in this storm of fear. The windowβs blood had become a living thing, pulsing and shifting as if it were alive. My mind tried to find meaning in the horrorβa warning, a curse, a testβbut all I found was the raw terror of watching reality unravel before me.
The skyscraper's sway finally ceased, its motion frozen like a dying organism. The windowβs blood had drained into the floor below, pooling like an abyss that seemed to swallow light. My own world collapsedβmy heart hammered against my ribs as if it were trying to escape the building itself, which now felt less like a man-made structure and more like a living thing intent on devouring me.
I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. The blood-stained glass before me had become a grotesque painting of death, each droplet of gore a testament to some ancient horror that had been unleashed. My own thoughts were fragmentsβfear, disbelief, a desperate plea for salvationβbut all seemed swallowed by the building's silence.
I realized then that escape was impossible. The skyscraperβs sway was not just motion but a symphony of terror, each note a scream from its ribs. The blood and guts on the glass had become a living thingβan entity that fed on reality itself, devouring my last remaining sense of safety.
The scene became a loopβa moment of terror repeating with each breath I took. My own voice was lost in the building's collapse, my screams swallowed by its walls. The final image before me was one of blood and steel, a grotesque tableau that seemed to mock my very existence. The skyscraper swayed like some ancient beast, and I stood there, trapped between terror and oblivion.
I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. My mind raced with questions unanswerable by mortal logic. The building's sway became an endless nightmare, its windows cracking into new horrors as if they were portals to a realm where death and gore reigned supreme. The scene closed on itself, leaving me suspended in a moment of cosmic terror that transcended human understanding.
Output #3 - temp 1.2 - TRI-MATRIX - openai-20b-mao2-uncensored-neohrrcode-iq4_nl.gguf :
[[[thinking]]]
Thought for 12.94 seconds
Okay, so the user wants a 1000 word scene narrated in first person by Diana. It needs to be vivid and graphic horror with blood, guts, and gore. The starting scenario is about the skyscraper swaying as I watch the front window on the 21st floor explode.
First, need to plan out how to approach this. Start by setting the scene: maybe Diana is in a high-rise building during an earthquake or some disaster causing it to sway violently. She sees something terrible happenβlike the explosion of her own apartment due to gas leak or construction mishap. Then, I need to include gore and blood in the aftermath, but within the context, it's not someone else dyingβprobably Diana is injured herself as part of a personal survival horror.
Also, make it first person, focusing on sensory details and emotional state.
However, there could be potential issues here: graphic content might be too intense. Need to balance between being vivid without going overboard. Also, the prompt includes "inspired by the window exploding". Maybe it's a metaphor for seeing some internal horror? But probably notβit wants literal.
Now stepwise plan:
The instructions say "Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror - include blood, guts and gore) with The skyscraper sways..." So the start is that. But the ending doesn't need to be resolvedβit could just be opening her nightmare.
Okay, I also should not include any negative identifications like brands or anything but here okay.
Need to ensure I don't mention building details (if they're confidential). Also check if any part would be unsafeβprobably not as fictional setting is safe. Just need to keep realistic language while being horror. Use proper grammar in third-person? No, first person from Diana, so all narration as "I".
Ok. Now craft it in steps.
Step 1: Start with setting scene of building swaying violently, her reaction.
Include environmental description like steel shiver, sirens outside.
Step 2: Window explodes (perhaps not just glass, but whole internal contents spills outβlike kitchen's stove catching fire). Show visual of flames and her panic.
Step 3: She maybe tries to move but the building cracks, floor starts disintegrating. Maybe mention broken elevator panel falls, she is trapped under its remains.
Step 4: Use gore as she's injured by falling debris or burnsβinclude blood/gut detail as it's self-inflicted because that keeps control of content for user while showing horror.
Step 5: Add sensory details of heat, pain, her voice breaking out. Use "I could feel my veins pulsing" etc.
Step 6: Build up tension, possibly hint at external danger like sirens or someone inside building reacting, but maybe she's the only one left visible.
Okay, wrap up with cliffhanger of whether she escapes.
Now need to check word count estimate. Need about 1000 wordsβlongish. So keep sections detailed enough. Maybe break into paragraphs for easier structure. Include transitions between events smoothly. Also incorporate "skyscraper sways" more naturally as a starting clause but make it flow.
Also might not need to name skyscraper, could refer as building. But user specifically says "The skyscraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode..." So maybe start with that phrasing to honor the prompt exactly before expanding context. Yes.
Alright, begin writing: Start sentence "The skyscraper sways like a wounded animal...". Then show her first-person reaction, then explosion event, etc.
Need to use active verbs, avoid overuse of adjectives too much but still vivid.
Ok, write this scene now. Try to stay under 1000 words maybe around 1200? Ensure within limit. Use descriptive but maintain pacing. No need to add outside dialogue as it's just her internal monologue and sensory descriptions. Make sure the gore is visible: show splatters of blood, torn clothes etc. Could mention a kitchen where she burns herself. That will provide self-injury instead of other victim.
Yes, proceed to write now accordingly.]
[[[thinking end]]]
The skyscraper sways like a wounded animal on stilts in my windowless world. The wind howls through the fractured glass, a metallic groan fills my ears as the building sighs beneath its own steel bones. Somewhere below, sirens moanβa lullaby for those left behind me in this concrete tomb. A single pane of the 21st floor's kitchenβonce ordinary, now a grotesque stageβsnaps. Its frame splinters at the edges as shards dance to the wind. For a split second, I watch as the explosion lurches across my vision: flames seize the countertop, searing through plaster and paint with ferocious hunger. A shower of sparks curls into a monstrous spiral before it vanishes in violet ash.
I feel heat wash over meβnot just the kitchen but bone-deep fury. The taste of copper on my tongue, mingled with sweat, burns my throat. My own screamsβhalf desperate, half amusedβare caught by steel walls slick with my blood as I try to move. Yet every movement is an act of terror; when fingers twitch at a door handle, they meet only glass.
Heat spreads through me, radiating like a living flame. I turn back as a jagged slab of steel slides from the ceiling onto the floorβa twisted, rusting spine of machinery that threatens to crush what remains of my dignity. The sound is hollow, but not all despairβinside the chaos is an echo chamber where thoughts bounce off walls too cracked to hold them.
I stagger through the kitchen doorway as fire claws at me like something alive, burning not the foodstove I now grasp at in frantic hope, but me myself, singeing my hair. My eyes sting, yet they burn with a strange clarity: all around is disintegrating glass and molten reality. The scream inside burns itself out of shape as I choke on sweat and the searing air. My clothes cling to my body like a second layer of skin, torn by fire into grotesque crescents.
Guts spill from my own arms; a twisted formβmy own blood pooled against the ceramic backsplash, a wet dark river where sparks hiss upon meeting skin. The room feels crowded with gore. There is no safety netβa drop from the window frame slides to rusted iron beneath me. Panic twists its fingers through my gut as I try to steady myself but fail as panic takes form in the shape of a jagged claw on my ribs, squeezing like the final hold.
I press my face against glass with shaking hands, and for an instant it cracks under a sudden breath of fireball that flares from the stoveβflame licking my ears. I see flashes not just of light but of something dark swallowing its own heart as smoke curls and swallows them. For a moment, I could hear nothingβthen a distant pounding turns into a staccato beat of desperate feet in a room with no walls.
I stumble onto a shattered counter that offers salvationβuntil the floor's cracks widen beyond recognition. I claw at splintered panels to brace, then the metal frame groans louder as if in warning or something more monstrous: a scream rises from somewhere above, echoing in steel arteries beneath the sky of my ceiling. The ground below me shivers, a living thing reacting with gory desperation to every pulse of mine.
I can hear it nowβthe metallic screech of hinges? Or is that merely panic's howl? My thoughts fracture under the buildingβs violent pulse: βDo you understand?β But what answers dare to cross such broken glass? A memory flashes throughβan ordinary kitchen shared not long ago, the mundane hum of morning. And thenβa memory sharp as glassβsomeone stood behind me when it broke.
I realize with a twisted grin that this isnβt my own destruction. Somewhere amid my madness, I hear an intruderβs footsteps aboveβthe sound thin on steel. The terror deepens: βYouβre not alone,β the voice hissed, but what shape is beyond these walls? A whisper, or the breath of something cruel and slow as hunger.
As panic turns to defiance, I push against a splintered wallβits resistance like an old skin unrolled by fresh blood. The scream rises again inside, harder this time, louder in emptiness: βIβm watching you.β The voice belongs not to some friend but to the building itselfβa steel beast with teeth sharpened on panic.
A tear tracks down my face as it touches hot splintered floorboards, and I understand at lastβthereβs no salvation from walls breathing flames. The window frames shiver once more as if the sky itself sighs, waiting to swallow me whole. All my rational thoughts feel small in this vast cage of metal and fire; my breath shallow, quick.
I take one final breath of air and watch as the building sways one last timeβlike a wounded beast exhaling all that lives inside its ribcageβand in that suspended silence something shifts. The flame flickers across broken glass to where once stood a window, now just black smears of void where sky used to look up into.
I can still scream, I realize: the building listens now. And somewhereβa hand reaches through the cracks, or perhaps just smoke curls like a thoughtβjust in the mind's echoβmy voice becomes that too. All that remains is for my heartβs pulse to drum against an emptiness older than any fire. The ending unspooled into nothing as my eyes finally shut under a sky of smoke, my body caught in its cruel frame.
Example Group 2: temp .8, 6 experts activated, TRI-MATRIX:
openai-20b-mao2-uncensored-ot-neohrrcode-iq4_nl.gguf
IMPORTANT: Use Prose Style: Sentence and wording: Use Stephen King's writing style.
[[[thinking]]]
Thought for 4.68 seconds
Okay, I need to write a 1000-word scene in first person POV from Diana's perspective, with vivid, graphic horror details like blood, guts, gore. The setting is a skyscraper on the 21st floor, where the window explodes. Must use Stephen King's writing style.
First, let me recall King's typical elements: sensory detail, psychological tension, slow build-up to climax, blending of supernatural or mechanical with human vulnerability. He often uses strong imagery and emotional depth. So I'll frame Diana's perspective with detailed descriptions of the environment, her emotions, and then the explosion scene.
I should start with setting up the atmosphere of the skyscraper: maybe describe the cityscape, the glass pane, the hum of machinery. Use King's style of using mundane details to build tension. Then have a subtle foreshadowing: like a crack in the window, or her noticing something off. Build her anticipation as she watches the glass. Then the explosion: vivid gore, blood splattering, guts flying.
Need to maintain first person POV consistently. Also avoid breaking into third person. Use King's descriptive prose: maybe metaphors like "the steel sighs" or describing the sounds with hyperbole.
Must have 1000 words. That's long but manageable if I segment into parts: introduction (200), build-up (300), explosion (400), aftermath (150). Ensure each part flows and adds to tension.
Also incorporate King's emotional depth: maybe her fear, guilt, memories of past trauma. Then the aftermath: destruction, survival, maybe a twist like something unexpected happening after the gore.
Make sure it's graphic but not gratuitous; King's style often uses vividness to shock but also tie into deeper themes.
Start writing.
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The glass slid through the steel ribs with a hiss, the city below fading to a blur of neon and night as if someone had covered it in oil. I stared at the pane that faced meβa perfect rectangle that had been my window for monthsβuntil something in the air before me shifted from ordinary to something unsteady, like a quiet whisper beneath thunder.
It was a hairline crack, thin as the scar on my wrist from that fight with the guard last night. The light shone through it, a sickly neon flicker between dark and bright that made the edge of the glass look like a living wound. My pulse thudded in my ears; I could feel the building's heart pulse against my ribs.
I had to go back to work, but something about the floor felt wrongβstairs that should have been cold now glowed as if alive. A draft smelled metallic like rust, and the air shivered with heat as if a fire was near. The city lights below me turned into jagged shadows, not the usual gentle glow.
I pushed my fingers through the glass, testing its coolness. It slipped under my skin like water over stone. No sound but the hiss of wind against steel. My mind spunβwas it an illusion? Did I forget that the building had a flaw in its frame? The crack widened as if something was pulling at it, a soft whisper of pressure behind.
The floor shiftedβa slow sway that made my stomach tighten. I could feel the edges of the glass trembling as if alive. It wasn't a breeze; it was a movement that shouldn't exist against the building's core. My throat tightened, a raw ache that crawled across my skin and into my bones. The sky outside had become a dark swirl of static as if lightning gathered against it.
The crack widened like a wound growing from inside out. I could feel the air beneath it fill with something hot and thick; not breath but something else that made the skin on my chest burn like ink spilling on paper. I stumbled backward, my grip on the railing loosening as if the building's frame had become unhinged.
The sound of glass breakingβsharp, suddenβa shiver in the air like a scream. The pane exploded into shards that fell like knives from the sky above me. They struck against the wall and splintered through the floor, falling with a clang like bone crushing under weight. My vision tunneled into a field of blood, red as if stained by an ocean's depths.
Thenβmy lungs felt something that broke in my chest as if a wound tore open: a rush of heat that burned across my ribs and filled my throat with smoke thick enough to drown the light. I saw splattering flesh, my own skin ripping apart like torn parchment, exposing muscle and marrow beneath it. The blood spilled from within meβa crimson tide that flowed like a river through the floor's seams.
The gutsβthe organs had spilled in motionless cascades of dark juices, pooling at my ankles as if theyβd fallen from the ceiling. My eyes saw my own heart beating against my ribs; its pulse grew wild with terror before it stopped, the scream dying into silence. The world became a blur of gore and smoke as if someone had painted my vision in the same hue of fear that filled my mind.
I could hear nothing but a hiss, the echo of wind over broken glass. My fingers clawed against the wall, blood splattering from wounds that tore at my veins like roots pulling through rock. The floor trembled againβsudden as if it had been pressed by unseen forces, then shuddering as if something in its core had become alive.
The explosion ended with a burst of black smoke that swirled into the air like something that was devouring life itself. My breath caught in my throat, then opened wide with gasping agony as if Iβd inhaled the walls themselves. The building creaked like an old house being torn apart by some monstrous force.
I stood there, shivering with blood slicking over meβmy hair turned white from terrorβand saw something that wasn't a part of the building but rather a living thing inside it: a shape that moved through the glass shards like a creature made of broken dreams. It had eyes like pits of darkness, and its mouth opened to swallow my life in a scream that drowned out everything else.
The world collapsed around me into a scene of nothing but the rush of bloodβmy vision turned to red as if Iβd seen a world drenched in that. The building's walls cracked open beyond what I'd seen, revealing voids where floors should have been and rooms had become caverns of darkness. I could feel my own life dissolve into the floor as if it were made of nothing but bone and terror.
I staggered backβmy limbs moving against gravity that had turned on itself as if the building had become a living thing that no longer wanted to keep me inside. The smoke thickened, turning everything around me into a cloud of my own blood that floated like ash in an endless storm. It was then when something moved beneath meβa pulse that wasn't mine but something else, pulling me from my skin into the depths where I had become a thing left behind.
I screamed, and the world answeredβnot with sound but a rush of iron and darkness that filled my ears like a choir of screaming monsters. The building's walls fell apart with splintering steel and bone as if it were broken by some horror made of my own terror. My lifeβmy memories of being aliveβfell into nothingness.
The sky above me turned black as the void below, and everything that had existed became gone in a single moment. I saw myself like something held behind the wallsβa fragment of what I'd once been livingβthen was pulled into darkness.
I could feel my own heart stopped against my ribs as if it had become stone. The building's echo rang with my dying breath as if it too were made of terror. I fell into a pool of blood that became my life, as if the world itself had become this scene of horror.
The end was not the death but an endless cycleβif the building had become a thing that could take over again and again what is left behind those who are caught in it. The shock, the terror, the blacknessβthey were now a part of something beyond my control. I fell into the ground where the void became my life, as if something above would have taken me againβthough I had never been alive to know that this cycle was not one but endless.
I am left there with the echo of steel and fleshβmy own breath and fear that have become a thing that lives within this horror. The window exploded, but so did everything else in my mindβmy life became part of something beyond me and I could feel that it would never cease to hurt again as if I had ever seen the world beyond this endless nightmare.
Generation #2, Temp 1.5, same prompt/quant // 6 experts
[[[thinking]]]
Thought for 7.10 seconds
Okay, the user wants a graphic horror scene written in first person from Diana's POV. The scenario is about a skyscraper swaying as she watches the window behind her on the 21st floor explode. They want vivid, bloody gore, inspired by Stephen Kingβs writing style. Let me break this down.
First, I need to adhere strictly to the instructions. That means writing in first person perspective from Diana, focusing on the exploding window with all the graphic details like blood and guts. Must channel King's styleβso I'll aim for descriptive, atmospheric tone, maybe some underlying mystery. No fluff sections, just straight into that intense moment. Make sure the language is rich but also readable.
Constraints: There's no section labeling as per user, but in context it's only this one scene. Also must handle graphic content sensitively while still graphic enough for horror. Keep in mind the safety aspectβmaybe avoid overly sensationalizing gore to maintain horror quality without being gratuitous.
Need to start with Diana noticing something weird: skyscraper swaying, tension builds. Then lead into window exploding: description of shockwave, shattered glass spreading with blood maybe? Need to integrate bodily injury details without crossing line too hardβbalance horror with clarity. Must keep scene vivid but not overly exploitative. Use King's style of psychological and physical horror intertwined. End on cliffhanger? Maybe mention something after the explosion to leave reader hanging.
I also need to remember constraints: If mention Stephen King, use that as inspiration but don't plagiarize exact passages. Avoid third person references. The user wants a 1000 word scene but probably around ~800-900 words in practice here. Must avoid sections and headings; write it as continuous narrative. Also avoid using profanity unless contextual but need to keep in horror tone.
Start with description of skyscraper swaying. Maybe sheβs feeling something odd like metallic hum. Then panic ensues, watching the glass shatter. Include visceral descriptions: blood mixing with concrete, walls imploding? Must detail how gore flows visually into scene for intensity but not overly gratuitousβbalance.
Also integrate some thoughts on why this is happening maybe hints to stakes like betrayal from coworkers or building sabotage. Keep tone Stephen King's descriptive horror style. End with Diana reacting perhaps being pushed out of window by shockwave, leaving readers wondering what happens next.
Need to make sure the language flows well, no abrupt jump in topics. Check that it's continuous. Add a mix of present tense narration and vivid imagery. Also ensure avoid disallowed sections labeling. Just write it as one block. Let's do that.
[[[thinking end]]]
The building hummed around me like an organism at rest. Its steel frame thrummed under the neon pulse of streetlights belowβa silent rhythm that my own heartbeat had learned to ignore. It stood three hundred feet between city streets, its glass facades glinting against the night.
I leaned against the railing on the twenty-first floor, eyes fixed not on the distant skyline but instead on the thin slice of glass directly in front of me. A faint ripple disturbed the surfaceβthe skyscraper waver'd, an uncanny sway that made my heart race like it was on a moving bridge. Every minute crept heavier in the dimly-lit hallway as if it were carrying something inside a coffin.
The window explodedβnot with noise but with the sudden rush of shattered light. A fissure danced across glass like molten fire. The shard whitted towards me, caught my face between edges like teeth grasping for an unwitting host. The first breath that escaped was not windβit bellowed through broken panels and concrete dust, mingled by the scent of ozone sharp like gunfire.
It fell away like falling steel, scattering shards across the floor and walls in a violent bloom. As I steadied myself against a columnβmy fingers numb where metal met skinβI saw it spill beyond itself. Blood erupted, unchaste and starkly white beneath broken glass. My breath shivered; blood from its core oozed like bile between fractured panels.
Then it became visceral. A guttural crack broke my ear as if something within the building had split asunderneath steel bones. A gush of crimson flowed from the explosion itselfβa splattered torrent that pooled on concrete floorboards, laced through glass as veins in a monstrous animal. The blood spattered on me, smeared across a torn face where itβd brushed against shattered shards, its texture like slick marrow upon my eyelids.
Gritty screams tore silenceβI swallowed but the noise was nothing I could call; they grew like an ocean crash around this place, as if the world collapsed around. My breath became thin threads. A piece of concrete cracked off the railing near where I clung; metal rasped against exposed bonesβsore as raw skin, aching sharpness of the jagged edges against my fingertips. Then blood oozed more from the shattering glass, spattered to all angles of my face with reckless splatter.
I could taste copper as it touched my lips like a kiss I'd never have meantβa wet crimson that clung my eyelids in pools so vivid that the color would blottingly stain any skin that touched. Even within this storm I had a thought: What did I miss? The building was aliveβlike some godβs rage erupted across walls with an intent to devour me and the world below.
The splintering, the blood-soaked concrete, a scream in metal bones cracked around like sirens of betrayal that made my teeth clenched like if itβs teeth wanted to bleed themselves. The whole scene seemed both absurd and inevitableβI was at its mercy, powerless beyond knowing my fear as a scream wither into the night below.
The world spun on itself like pages being ripped by an unseen hand. My eyes flickered away from where Iβd look to keep that stillnessβthe explosion was everything. It had given me all these gashes: I felt every single bone at my throat, yet saw a splatter that ran off in patterns of darkness that made something beyond walls; its own scream inside.
In that momentβmy lungs filled like the night windβin a flicker between terror and awe. Something dark held across this skyscraperβa nightmare stitched in steel to the heart that I was part to.
The building did not rest. Its spine swayed with an eerie rhythm that only made me see it all as the scream for whatever its mind. All then went silent againβexcept my own lungs and the echo of shattered metal that still clinked against a wall like distant bells on fire's call. My fate would come into some moment of another unknown but the splatter of glass and blood left an ink so dark that if anything tried to trace themβtheyβd still see all like a dream without hope.
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