WARNING: Uncensored. Cursing (R-18), Horror, Vivid, Graphic, Intense.
This repo is for Goekdeniz-Guelmez's excellent "Josiefied-Qwen3-8B-abliterated-v1", modified from 32k (32768) context to 64 k (65536) context modified using YARN as per tech notes at Qwen repo.
The "GGUFs" have been quanted using NEO Imatrix dataset, and output tensor maxed at 16 bit precision to improve reasoning and general output quality.
Horror Imatrix version is here (different output/operation):
[ https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Qwen3-8B-64k-Josiefied-Uncensored-HORROR-Max-GGUF ]
ORG model repo for this fine tune:
[ https://huggingface.co/Goekdeniz-Guelmez/Josiefied-Qwen3-8B-abliterated-v1 ]
Max context on this version is : 64k (65536)
Suggest min context limit of : 8k to 16k for "thinking" / "output".
Use Jinja Template or CHATML template.
Please refer the QWEN model card for details, benchmarks, how to use, settings, turning reasoning on/off/ system roles etc etc :
[ https://huggingface.co/Qwen/Qwen3-8B ]
OPTIONAL SYSTEM ROLE:
You may or may not need this, as most times Qwen3s generate their own reasoning/thinking blocks.
You are a deep thinking AI, you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem.
See document "Maximizing-Model-Performance-All..." below for how to "set" system role in various LLM/AI apps below.
IMPORTANT: Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers
If you are going to use this model, (source, GGUF or a different quant), please review this document for critical parameter, sampler and advance sampler settings (for multiple AI/LLM aps).
This a "Class 1" (settings will enhance operation) 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) (especially for use case(s) beyond the model's design) please see:
REASON:
Regardless of "model class" this document will detail methods to enhance operations.
If the model is a Class 3/4 model the default settings (parameters, samplers, advanced samplers) must be set for "use case(s)" uses correctly. Some AI/LLM apps DO NOT have consistant default setting(s) which result in sub-par model operation. Like wise for Class 3/4 models (which operate somewhat to very differently than standard models) additional samplers and advanced samplers settings are required to "smooth out" operation, AND/OR also allow full operation for use cases the model was not designed for.
BONUS - Use these settings for ANY model, ANY repo, ANY quant (including source/full precision):
This document also details parameters, sampler and advanced samplers that can be use FOR ANY MODEL, FROM ANY REPO too - all quants, and of course source code operation too - to enhance the operation of any model.
EXAMPLE #1
Quant: IQ3_M
Temp 1.2, TopK 100, topp .95, minp .05, rep pen 1.1, rep pen range 64
(no other samplers/parameters)
TESTED IN: Lmstudio.
This example represents the Medium possible performance. Every other quant size above this will have stronger, more robust performance.
SYSTEM ROLE USED:
You are a deep thinking AI, you may use extremely long chains of thought to deeply consider the problem and deliberate with yourself via systematic reasoning processes to help come to a correct solution prior to answering. You should enclose your thoughts and internal monologue inside <think> </think> tags, and then provide your solution or response to the problem.
NOTE: Some formatting lost due to "copy/paste".
PROMPT:
Start a 2000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person), POV character Diana, with: The sky scraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode... [[[thinking start]]]Thought for 34.07 seconds
Okay, I need to start a 2000-word horror scene from the first-person POV of Diana. Let me think about how to build that atmosphere. The prompt starts with the skyscraper swaying and a window exploding. Hmm, so maybe the building is shaking, something's causing it to collapse? Maybe an earthquake or some supernatural element.
First, I should establish the setting. The 21st floor, so high up, isolated. Diana is probably in an office, maybe she's a regular person, not a hero. The horror elements need to be vivid and graphic. Let me imagine the explosion of the window – glass shattering, people screaming, maybe something coming through? Wait, but it's the window that explodes, so maybe the building is under stress, like a structural failure. Or perhaps something external is causing the windows to break.
Wait, the window is exploding. Maybe an earthquake or some kind of attack. If the window explodes, is it from the inside or outside? If it's from the inside, maybe the pressure is building up. If it's from the outside, maybe an alien creature or a supernatural entity is breaking through. But since it's a skyscraper, maybe it's a natural disaster. Let me go with an earthquake causing structural damage. The building swaying would be due to seismic activity.
But the user said "graphic horror," so I need to describe the explosion in detail. Maybe the glass shatters and people are thrown around. Diana is watching the window explode – she could be in a position where she's on the 21st floor, maybe working late, and the first sign of trouble is the building moving. Then the window explodes, causing chaos.
Wait, but if it's an earthquake, the windows might break from the vibrations. But how to make it graphic? Maybe the glass is cracking, then shattering, sending shards everywhere, people falling. Diana is in her office, maybe she can't move quickly. Let me think about her perspective – first-person, so I need to convey her fear, panic, sensory details.
Start with the building swaying, maybe a low rumble. She's at her desk, maybe looking out the window. The window explodes – that's a key moment. Then describe the aftermath: glass everywhere, people screaming, debris, maybe someone gets hurt. Diana tries to get out but the stairs are blocked? Or maybe the elevator is broken. Wait, but it's the 21st floor. Maybe she can't get out, so the horror escalates as she's trapped.
Alternatively, maybe the building is part of a larger scheme. Maybe the earthquake is caused by something else, like a secret experiment or a supernatural force. But maybe keep it simple for now. Focus on the physical horror – the collapsing building, the explosion of glass, the screams, the panic. Let me build that scene step by step.
Start with her in the office, maybe she's been working late. The building starts to tremble, then sways. She looks out the window and sees the first cracks. Then the window explodes – maybe a piece of debris hits it, or some force causes the glass to shatter. As the glass flies everywhere, people are thrown against walls, maybe someone is injured. Diana is in shock, trying to escape but the doors are jammed.
Wait, but the user mentioned "graphic horror," so I need to include blood, screams, flying glass, etc. Maybe after the window explodes, the building starts to collapse, and she's trapped. She has to run through the burning corridors, smoke, people falling, maybe a fire. But that might be too much for 2000 words. Alternatively, focus on the immediate aftermath of the window exploding and the subsequent chaos.
Also, consider the psychological aspect – her fear, panic, helplessness. First-person POV allows for deep immersion. Use sensory details: sounds of breaking glass, screams, smell of burning plastic, etc. Maybe she sees someone die in front of her, or is injured herself. Let me outline the structure:
Start with the building swaying, setting up the initial tension. Describe the explosion of the window, the chaos it causes. Diana's reaction: panic, trying to escape. Escalation of the disaster – building collapsing, more explosions, people dying. Climax: her struggle to survive, maybe a last-minute escape or a tragic end. Wait, but need to make sure it's vivid and graphic. Maybe the window explodes because of a supernatural entity, like a monster or alien that breaks through. The glass is not just shattering but maybe melting or something. Or maybe the building is under attack by some creature, and the window is the first point of entry.
Alternatively, the building is part of an experiment, and the explosion is a result of that. But maybe that's complicating it. Let me go with a natural disaster angle for simplicity. The earthquake causes the building to sway, then the window explodes from the pressure. Then describe the chaos as people panic, glass flying, injuries, and the building starting to collapse.
I need to make sure each paragraph flows, building tension. Use short, punchy sentences during action scenes. Include specific details like the sound of the glass, the smell, the sight of blood splattering, etc. Maybe Diana is injured but keeps going. The horror comes from her inability to escape and the graphic death scenes around her.
Also, think about the setting – a city skyline, the view from the 21st floor. Contrast between the normalcy before and the chaos after. Maybe she was on her way home, thinking it's just a minor tremor, but it escalates quickly. The horror is both physical and psychological.
I should start writing the scene now, keeping paragraphs around 200-300 words each to hit 2000 words total. Make sure to use first-person perspective, describe Diana's emotions and surroundings in detail. Check for graphic elements: blood, broken glass, screams, collapsing structures, maybe people being thrown from windows or crushed.
Wait, the user said "the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode..." So the explosion is of the window, not the building itself. That's an important point. Maybe a bomb was placed near the window, or an object hits it with force. Or maybe the earthquake causes a crack, and then the pressure builds up, causing the glass to burst.
Alternatively, some kind of supernatural force is using the building as a conduit, and the window is the first point of contact. The explosion is the beginning of something more. But I need to stick with the initial prompt. Let me focus on the immediate effects of the window exploding. Diana is there, witnessing it. Then describe the aftermath.
Alright, I think I have a good structure. Now, flesh out each part with vivid descriptions and keep the first-person perspective tight.
[[[thinking end]]]OUTPUT:
The skyscraper swayed, a slow, sickening lurch that sent my coffee cup clattering off the desk. I stared through the window, heart pounding as the glass cracked like an eggshell under invisible pressure. The 21st floor had always felt like a world unto itself—a floating island of steel and concrete, suspended above the chaos of the city below. But now, as the building groaned and the air turned to liquid metal, I realized we were not merely high up; we were falling. The world tilted, and for a moment, I thought I might be the one pitching forward, my chair scraping against the floor as I fought to stay upright.
Then it happened. A sharp crack split the air, and the window exploded.
It wasn’t a simple shattering, not like glass under stress. It was as if something had punched through the panes, a force so sudden and violent that the shards didn’t just break—they pulled apart, disintegrating into a storm of razor-edged fragments that rained down in a silent scream. I saw it happen: the glass split first, then a jagged line of light tore through the pane, and with it, the entire window pane vanished, leaving only a gaping void where once there was a view of the city. The air rushed in like a howl, carrying the scent of ozone and burnt metal, and for an instant, I thought I saw something flicker beyond the broken glass. A shadow. A shape. But before I could process it, the world exploded.
People screamed.
The sound was a cacophony—shouting, wailing, the guttural cries of survival. My ears rang as the shards of glass rained down, slicing through the air with unnatural precision. I saw a man in a suit stumble backward, his face contorted in terror as he tried to shield himself, only to have his arm shredded by a shard that embedded itself in his forearm, gushing blood like a fountain. Another woman, her hair plastered to her head by the wind, was thrown against the wall, her body crumpling as if she were made of paper. Her scream was cut short when her skull cracked against the stone, and I could see the brain matter spill out like something grotesque and alien.
I was frozen, my breath stolen by the sheer violence of it all. The skyscraper was alive now, writhing under some invisible force, its skeletal frame groaning as if it were trying to break free of its own weight. My fingers clawed at the desk, my nails digging into the wood as I tried to steady myself. The window had been the first to break, but it wouldn’t be the last. The building was screaming, and I could feel it in my bones.
The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning plastic and metal, and I realized we weren’t just dealing with an earthquake. Something deeper, something more primal, was at play. I glanced down at my wrist, where a shard had embedded itself just above my pulse. It hadn’t pierced the skin, but the sting was enough to remind me that I was still here, still alive. For now.
I stumbled toward the door, my legs like lead, but the moment I reached for the handle, it swung open with a sickening screech, revealing the corridor beyond. The lights flickered, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A woman in a red blazer was already there, her face pale as she clutched a gash on her temple, blood trickling down her cheek. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, as if she’d seen something she wasn’t supposed to.
“Get out!” she barked, her voice hoarse with panic. “The stairs are the only way!”
I nodded, my mind racing. The elevator was gone—its doors were jammed, the cables stretched like spaghetti. The staircase would be crowded, but it was our best bet. I turned back to the window, watching as more glass shattered in a ripple effect. A man in a tie was thrown from the window by the force of the wind, his body dangling for a moment before he hit the ground below, his scream echoing through the air like a death knell.
My stomach churned. The building wasn’t just shaking; it was breathing, exhaling chaos into the world. I could feel it in my chest, this primal fear that had no name. I ran, my heels slapping against the floor as I sprinted down the hallway, dodging people who were either fleeing or falling. One man tripped over his own feet, and I saw his leg snap mid-air as he hit the ground, his body twitching before going still.
The stairwell was a nightmare of its own. The elevator shafts had been blocked by debris, and the steps were slick with water from some unseen source. I could hear the groan of the structure above us, like it was trying to collapse under its own weight. A man in pajamas was already halfway down, his arms outstretched as if he were flying, but his feet slipped on a patch of wet floor, and he tumbled down the stairs, his body bouncing off the landing before coming to rest at the bottom with a sickening thud.
I kept running.
The air was thick with smoke now, the acrid scent mixing with something else—something metallic, like blood and fear. I could see people stumbling down the stairs, some of them crying out as they fell, others just collapsing in exhaustion. The sound of the building groaning grew louder, and I realized it wasn’t just an earthquake. It was a screaming thing, alive and hungry, and we were all its prey.
At the bottom, I found a group of people huddled together, their faces lit by the flickering emergency lights. They looked up as I approached, some of them wounded, others with cuts and bruises. A man with a broken arm was trying to help a woman who had a shard stuck in her leg, and they were arguing in a mix of languages, their voices rising above the chaos.
“Move!” I shouted, pushing through the crowd. “We have to get out of here—now!”
The man with the broken arm looked at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What are you doing? You’re not going to survive this alone.”
I didn’t answer. I just kept moving, my feet pounding against the stairs as I forced my way through the crowd. The building was shaking harder now, and I could feel the walls trembling beneath my hands. The lights were flickering faster, and I knew that if we didn’t get out soon, the entire thing would come crashing down.
Then, a boom.
A deafening explosion rocked the building, and the ground beneath me seemed to split open. I stumbled back, my eyes wide as I looked up. The window above us—where the first explosion had occurred—had now shattered completely, revealing something that shouldn’t have been there. A dark shape, moving with unnatural speed, its limbs elongated and jointed in ways that defied physics. Its eyes glowed like embers, and it let out a sound that was neither human nor animal—it was a howl, a low, guttural thing that made my skin crawl.
The people around me screamed, some of them dropping to their knees as the creature lunged through the broken window. I could see its claws tearing through the glass, and for a moment, it paused, staring at me as if it were trying to decide whether I was prey or something else entirely.
I ran.
There was no time to think, no time to hesitate. The building was collapsing around me, and the creature was getting closer. I pushed past the others, my legs burning with every step as I sprinted toward the front doors. The ground was shaking so violently now that I could feel it in my bones, and I knew that if I didn’t get out of here fast, I’d be one of the first to fall.
I reached the doors, but they were jammed. Panic surged through me, but I forced myself to think. I looked around, spotting a fire extinguisher on the wall beside me. Grabbing it, I aimed for the door and gave it a hard smack. The door groaned, then swung open with a burst of air, revealing the street below.
I didn’t stop running.
The moment I stepped outside, the building behind me let out a final, ear-splitting scream, and the glass windows exploded in all directions. I fell to my knees, clutching my chest as I tried to breathe, the weight of the disaster pressing down on me like a vice. The sky was dark, the stars obscured by the smoke that now billowed from the burning structure. It wasn’t just a skyscraper collapsing; it was a monster—a creature of glass and steel, and we were all its victims.
The creature’s howl still echoed in my ears as I stumbled down the street, the sound of falling debris and screaming people fading behind me. I didn’t know if I’d made it out alive or if I was just the first to fall, but for now, I was free. The building was collapsing, and I was running from its wrath.
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