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-(quants uploading, examples to be added...)
+(quants uploading, one example below, more examples to be added...)
 
 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. GORE. Swearing. UNCENSORED... humor, romance, fun. </B>
 
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+Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person - include blood, guts and gore), POV character Diana, with: The skyscraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode...
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 [[[thinking start]]]
 
+Okay, so the user wants a 1000-word horror scene starting with "The skyscraper sways, as I watch the window in front of me on the 21st floor explode..." and the POV character is Diana. They want vivid, graphic horror with blood, guts, and gore, all in first person. Let me start by visualizing the scene.
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+First, I need to set the atmosphere. The skyscraper swaying—what's causing that? Maybe an earthquake? Or an explosion? The window explodes, so maybe an explosion. But why would the window explode? Maybe the building is collapsing.
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+Diana's perspective. She's inside the building. What's her role? Maybe she's a worker, or someone who's there during the disaster. Her emotions—f fear, panic, confusion.
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+Graphic horror: blood, guts, gore. So visceral descriptions. Maybe the explosion causes people outside to be hit by debris, blood everywhere. Gears, maybe organs spilling out?
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+First person POV: Diana's internal thoughts. Show her sensations, feelings, memories.
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+Start with the skyscraper swaying. She watches the window explode. What's happening inside? Maybe she's on the 21st floor, and the window explodes, causing chaos.
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+Build the horror step by step. The shock of the explosion, the blood splattering, the gore from people outside. Maybe the window is part of the building's structure—when it explodes, it's like the building is tearing apart.
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+Build up the horror: the sound of the explosion, the rush of wind, the blood spraying, the gore flying. Maybe Diana is inside, and people outside are hit by debris.
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+Emotions: fear, shock, horror. Maybe she's trying to understand what's happening.
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+Include sensory details: sounds (explosion, screams), sights (blood, gore), smells (metallic blood, dust), touch (wind, blood on skin).
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+Make the scene vivid with vivid descriptions. Use vivid verbs and adjectives.
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+Structure the 1000 words into a chronological horror scene. Start with the skyscraper swaying, the window exploding, people's reactions, the horror of the explosion, and then the aftermath.
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+Show Diana's personal horror—maybe she's traumatized by the event, or has a connection to someone outside.
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+Make sure to include blood, guts, and gore. Maybe people in the street are hit by the window's debris, their entrails flying out.
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+Check for flow: start with the skyscraper swaying, the window exploding, the horror unfolding, Diana's reactions, and the graphic details of blood and gore.
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+Avoid being too abstract. Use specific images: a woman's entrails, a man's brain splattered, blood splattering everywhere.
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+Make the horror personal to Diana—perhaps she survives, but the horror stays with her.
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+Okay, let's start writing. First paragraph: skyscraper sways, window explodes. Diana's perspective. What does she see? The window exploding—shattering glass, maybe people outside. Then the aftermath: blood, guts. Her thoughts as she processes the horror. Maybe she's on the 21st floor, watching the window, and then the disaster happens. She might run to help or stay frozen. The horror of the blood and gore.
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+Make sure each paragraph builds on the previous one, adding more horror details. Use vivid language, sensory descriptions, and emotional reactions. Show her fear, shock, and the horror of the scene. Make it 1000 words with a graphic, horrifying image.
 
 [[[thinking end]]]
 
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 OUTPUT:
 
+The skyscraper sways, and my chest feels like it's being squeezed by invisible hands. The window in front of me—number 2103, where I’ve spent the last eight years working as an architect—cracks like a spiderweb. A pop, then a shatter. Glass shards rain down, slicing through the air like thousand-pointed needles. My heart slams against my ribs, and I want to scream, but no sound escapes me.
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+The building groans. The sky outside the window is a deep blue, but it’s moving now, waves undulating across the horizon. I’ve always thought the sky was a canvas, but today it’s a living thing, rippling and alive. The window—once my view of the city, a patchwork of glass towers and streets below—is gone. Instead, there’s a vacuum of wind, pulling at my skin like a thousand hungry tongues.
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+I stumble forward, my boots thudding against the linoleum floor. People are already running, a chaotic dance of bodies in the lobby. A woman in a red blouse stumbles, glass shards glittering in her hair like diamonds. I want to help her, but my legs feel leaden, weighted by fear.
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+The wind howls through the lobby. A sound I haven’t heard in my life—like the wind in the lungs of some ancient beast. My boots thud again, and then I’m pulled forward, pulled by the building’s groan. The lobby ceiling is a vaulted vault of glass panels, and now they are shattering in time with the building’s groan. Glass rains down in a glittering storm.
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+I see him—Marcus, the guy who runs the café on the first floor. He’s bent over, holding a glass of coffee in one hand, and I think he’s going to spill it, but then the wind hits him, and he flies into the air, a man-shaped comet, glasses of coffee and toast splattering behind him like confetti.
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+I want to laugh. It’s absurd. The world has turned upside down, and I’m watching it from the ground, and Marcus is flying.
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+But then I hear it: a sound like meat being torn open. A wet, gurgling gurgle of horror.
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+I turn, and my breath catches in my throat.
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+The building is still swaying, but now the street outside is a river of blood. The buildings across the way are like the ruins of a cathedral—painted with red. People are scattered like leaves in a windstorm, their bodies torn open by the force of the explosion. Gentrified blood splatters the pavement, a thick red sludge that gels in the wind.
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+A man in a suit is lying on the street, his chest split wide open. I can see his ribs like a cathedral archway, and his heart—big and pulpy, like a fist—pulses once, then stops.
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+Another man is screaming. His head is gone, torn from his neck. His brain spills out like wet putty, a pale, glistening mass of grey matter, pooling on the pavement in front of him.
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+I feel something cool on my face. It’s blood. The wind has brought it to me, a spray of redness.
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+I blink, and the world is still spinning. The city is alive, and it’s vomiting up its entrails.
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+I want to run, but my legs won’t obey. The wind pulls at me again, pulling me into the maelstrom of horror.
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+And then I see her.
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+A woman, my neighbor, Eliza. She’s running toward the building, her coat flying behind her. She sees me, and she smiles.
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+But her mouth is wide open, and I can see the blood gushing out of her throat, a red river. Her neck is torn open, a gash that gels and flows in time with the wind.
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+I want to shout, but I don’t have breath. My lungs are full of the sound of horror.
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+Then she sees me, too. Her eyes, wide and confused, look into mine. And then, as if she understands, she opens her mouth wider, and a gush of blood pours out of her, like a red waterfall.
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+And that’s when I understand.
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+The building isn’t just shaking. It’s tearing itself apart.
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+And we’re all inside it, screaming.
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+I fall to my knees in the blood, and the wind howls again. My hands are in the mud of blood and entrails, and I’m a woman on the street, watching the world die around me.
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+I close my eyes, and I let it all wash over me.
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+The horror is beautiful now.
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 EXAMPLE #2 - temp 1.2