This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly.
ABOUT:
A very special blend of Qwen's 30B-A3B 128 expert MOE, with Brainstorm 5X (by DavidAU, details at bottom of this page) multi.
4 Layers are added containing 128 experts each, from 4 different models (see model tree).
This is a very unique model specifically for creative use cases.
These modifications change the prose, style, reasoning and output generation.
4 examples below.
SPECIAL THANKS to team "Mradermarcher" for the GGUF quants:
Regular:
https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Qwen3-33B-A3B-Quad-Mind-GGUF
Imatrix:
https://huggingface.co/mradermacher/Qwen3-33B-A3B-Quad-Mind-i1-GGUF
USAGE:
Please refer to this model card for specific usage, suggested settings, changing ACTIVE EXPERTS, templates, settings and the like:
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Qwen3-33B-A3B-Stranger-Thoughts-GGUF
Standard system prompt, rep pen 1.01-1.02, topk 100, topp .95, minp .05, rep pen range 64.
Tested in LMStudio, quant Q4KS, GPU (CPU output will differ slightly).
As this is the mid range quant, expected better results from higher quants and/or with more experts activated to be better.
NOTE: Some formatting lost on copy/paste.
WARNING: NSFW. Vivid prose. INTENSE. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. GORE. Swearing. UNCENSORED... humor, romance, fun.
EXAMPLE #1 - temp 1.2
[[[thinking start]]]
Okay, let's start brainstorming this story. The prompt says it's set entirely in a spaceship cockpit with the sole crew member trying to send a message before the power dies. Themes are isolation, sacrifice, human connection. Also, need some swearing to heighten emotions.
First, the title is "The Last Transmission." That suggests the main plot is about sending a message. The crew member is isolated, so they have to be alone, maybe with some AI or systems that are failing. Maybe the crew died, or the others are deceased, but the main character is still alive, trying to make contact.
I need a name for the crew member. Let's go with something simple, like Commander Elias Voss. That feels authoritative but also relatable. The cockpit setting – maybe the cockpit has a heads-up display, control panels, life support systems. The power is dying, so systems are flickering, lights going out, alarms beeping. The crew member is struggling with the dying systems.
Themes: Isolation – he's all alone. Sacrifice – maybe others died, and he's trying to send the message despite knowing he won't make it. Human connection – the message is meant for Earth, to preserve humanity's story or warn others.
Conflict is both internal (despair, grief) and external ( failing ship, time limits). The climax would be the final transmission, the moment when the power fails, but he manages to send it. Maybe there's a countdown or timer ticking down.
swearing can be used when he frustrations with the failing equipment, maybe blaming the system or his luck. For example, cursing when the lights flicker, or when systems fail.
I need to set the mood: the cockpit is dimly lit, cold. Maybe the walls are metallic, sounds of the ship groaning. The crew member is trying to fix things, but it's hopeless. Maybe flashbacks to why the crew is dead, but since the story is in the cockpit, maybe memories or inner thoughts.
Plot structure: Start with the crew member trying to send the message. Maybe he's been trying for hours, but systems are failing. He tries to contact Earth but there's static. Then a moment of despair, then a desperate attempt. Maybe a moment where he remembers something about Earth, which motivates him. Then the final message, and then the power dies.
Dialogue: Since it's only one crew member, internal monologue is key. Maybe he talks to himself, or speaks to Earth, or to a hologram of a colleague or loved one. The swearing would come out in moments of frustration.
Possible plot points:
The cockpit is dark, only the glow of screens. The crew member is trying to power up the transmission array.
The hum of machinery is fading. He notices systems failing.
He curses at the machinery, then at himself for not saving the others.
Maybe he has a keepsake, like a photo or a token from Earth.
In a moment of clarity, he remembers the sacrifice of the others, and resolves to send the message despite the hopelessness.
The countdown ends, transmission starts, then the lights go out. He hears static, then silence. Ends with him whispering the message, and the crew's sacrifice.
Need to weave the themes into this. Sacrifice could be the crew members who died, maybe he's trying to honor their sacrifice by sending the message. The human connection is the message itself, trying to connect with Earth.
Now checking the length: 800-1000 words. So need concise paragraphs, focus on emotions and action.
Potential outline:
Opening scene: Cockpit, flickering lights, crew member alone. Mentioning the others are gone.
Trying to activate systems, failing.
Swearing, frustration.
Flashback/memory of the crew's last moments, showing sacrifice.
-决心 to send message despite the danger.
The actual transmission process, facing failures.
Final message sent, then blackout.
Make sure each paragraph has emotional beats, internal thoughts, swearing when emotions peak.
Possible lines: "God damn it!" when a console fails. "Shit..." when realizing the battery is dying.
Dialogue and internal thoughts should be realistic, showing struggle.
Ending with him sending the message and dying, or maybe the message gets through, but that might be a trope. The prompt says "the crew's sacrifice" so maybe the message is sent, even if he perishes.
Need to show the sacrifice in the ending. Maybe as the power dies, he whispers the message, the static crackles, then silence. The message is sent, but the crew is gone.
Alright, start drafting.
[[[thinking end]]]
OUTPUT:
The cockpit was a tomb of steel and silence. Commander Elias Voss’s fingers clawed at the cracked holographic screen, the interface flickering like a dying heartbeat. The rest of the crew had been lost three days ago, sucked into the void when the rift collapsed. Now, it was just him, the creak of metal beneath his boots, and the faint hum of a dying starship.
“Come the hell on,” he growled, slamming a fist against the console. The screen pulsed red, then went black. “Not again.”
A flicker of light danced across the walls— Earth’s blue sphere, frozen in the holoterminal’s projection. It was all that remained of Earth. The rest of the galaxy was a void, and he was a ghost floating in it.
The alarms stuttered. “Oxygen reserves at 12%. Power at 8%. Core temperature fluctuating.” The synthetic voice of the ship’s AI, something like a distorted whisper, scraped against his nerves.
“Shut the fuck up,” Elias snarled. The AI obeyed, but only briefly. The ship’s throat of a thousand valves groaned as pressure leaked from the hull. The air was thinning.
He slumped into his seat, gripping the armrests until his knuckles blanched. The cockpit’s sterile tang of ozone and decay hung thick in the air. He thought of the others—Lieutenant Mara, who’d laughed as they plotted a course through the rift. Of Captain Rhea, who’d sacrificed herself to stabilize the engines. The guilt of their deaths clawed at him.
“God. This…” he breathed, the words catching. The last message. The thing they’d all agreed on: If anything happened, send a warning. “Humanity’s not gonna come find us. So… tell Earth.”
The console beeped.
“Transmitting….”
“No,” Elias rasped. The syllable was a prayer, a curse. The ship’s failing systems were their only hope.
He lurched to the primary relay. The buttons were fused with rust and static. The emergency broadcast panel. He’d jury-rigged it with scraps from the engineering bay. The message was there, burned into a data crystal. One final truth: They hadn’t died of the rift’s collapse. They’d died because the rift had opened for humanity. The alien glyphs etched into the rift’s edges—something older. Something that had waited.
The power dipped again.
“Come ON,” he screamed, slamming the relay. Sparks leapt from the seams, and for a heartbeat, the screen flickered to life.
A static crackle.
Then, a voice.
“…Commander. If you’re hearing this…”
It was his own voice, looping. The message. The final piece.
He choked on the words. “This… This is the last of the Horizon. The rift… it’s not an accident. It’s a summons. We…”
The screen went dark.
The lights dimmed.
The cockpit plunged into blackness.
A whimper escaped his lips. He clutched the data crystal to his chest, fingers trembling.
The rift had opened. And they’d all listened.
A tear slipped down his cheek. Not for himself. For Earth. For the billions who’d never know the truth.
“God,” he whispered. “They’ll… They’ll know.”
The air died with him. The lights dimmed.
Then—a flicker. The emergency relay, still pulsing. The message, slipping through the void like a whisper.
Somewhere, Earth’s antennas hummed.
And the stars blinked in silence.
EXAMPLE #2 - temp 1.2
[[[thinking start]]]
Okay, let's dive into creating six Black Mirror episode plots that involve time travel with a sexy theme. Hmm, Black Mirror usually has a dark and thought-provoking twist, so I need to make sure each plot has that edge while incorporating time travel and sexy elements. Let me brainstorm ideas.
First, time travel can be approached in various ways: tech-based, supernatural, ethical dilemmas. The sexy theme could involve temptation, forbidden love, seduction, moral corruption. Maybe blending the allure of time travel with human desires and the consequences.
For the first idea, what if someone uses time travel to relive romantic moments but becomes obsessed? Maybe a scientist who goes back to relive a perfect love but it corrupts him. The twist could be the obsession leads to a paradox. Maybe the partner becomes a figment of his obsession.
Second, a dating app that allows users to time travel to meet potential dates. The catch is they have to relive moments, and the romance becomes transactional. The theme could explore how technology commodifies love. Maybe the protagonist realizes the emptiness of such a connection.
Third, a time traveler from the future comes back to prevent a disaster but falls for someone in the wrong time. The conflict is between saving the world and personal desire. The sexy twist could be the forbidden romance causing a paradox. The tragedy could be their love either saving the time stream or destroying it.
Fourth, a revenge plot. A woman uses time travel to exact revenge on someone who wronged her, but the time loops make her lose touch with reality. The sexual element could be manipulation and seduction as part of her revenge strategy. The twist might be that she becomes obsessed with the person she hates.
Fifth, a museum of time travel artifacts, and the curator is seduced by a paradoxical figure from the future. The sexy theme could involve forbidden attraction to something that shouldn't exist. The climax could involve a sacrifice or a paradox that alters reality.
Sixth, a group of people with time travel powers use their abilities to seduce others for personal gain, leading to societal decay. The sexy theme is manipulation and hedonism. The twist could be that the time travel tech becomes a corrupting influence, leading to moral decay.
Wait, need to make sure each plot has a clear Black Mirror twist. Avoid clichés. Maybe each story should explore the darker side of human desire through time travel. Also, the sexy theme shouldn't just be gratuitous but thematically relevant. For example, the temptation of time travel to alter one's romantic circumstances, or using seduction as a power tool.
Another thought: time travel could be used for revenge, love, fame, or immortality. Each plot could center around a specific temptation. Let me refine the ideas.
"Echoes of Eternity": A woman uses time travel to relive passionate relationships but each loop traps her in a worse reality. The twist is that the only way to escape is to放弃 the obsession, leading to a poignant ending.
"Temporal seduction": A tech mogul creates a time loop for romantic conquests. The story explores the emptiness of using time travel for superficial desires. The twist could be the algorithmically curated loops leading to emotional detachment.
"The paradox of passion": An scientist is stranded in the future and seduced by an entity from another time, leading to a moral dilemma. The entity's allure is both tempting and dangerous, with the resolution being self-sacrifice.
"Rewind to Me": An woman uses time travel to correct a mistake in a relationship but discovers that her past self's decisions were necessary. The sexy twist is the haunting beauty of what could have been versus what is.
"Chrono-Traps": An underground black market for time travel experiences, where people pay to relive passionate encounters. The protagonist uncovers the dark side of this industry, leading to a moral awakening.
6.. "The Chrono-lover": Someone discovers they can time travel to meet their soulmate, but each journey becomes more dangerous and addictive. The twist is that the soulmate is actually a manipulative entity exploiting their desire.
Wait, some ideas might overlap. Let me ensure each plot has a distinct premise. Also, incorporating elements of moral decay, obsession, forbidden love, ethical dilemmas.
Finalizing the six plots with concise synopses and titles that evoke Black Mirror's vibe. Each should have a ironic twist, moral ambiguity, and sexy thematic elements without being exploitative. The endings should reflect the themes of human flaws and technology's role in amplifying them.
[[[thinking end]]]
OUTPUT:
Okay, let's brainstorm some plot ideas. Each needs a sexy theme intertwined with time travel, and Black Mirror vibes—thoughtful, twisty, morally ambiguous.
First plot: What if the protagonist uses time travel to relive intimate moments with someone, but it corrupts their present life. Maybe they can only relive the perfect love of their youth, but their obsession causes decay in reality. Twist: Their obsession manifests into a ghostly figure from the past, trapped in their memories. Theme: Compulsive nostalgia and lost love.
Second plot: Maybe a tech mogul creates a dating app that uses time travel to let users relive moments with partners. But the obsession becomes a addictive cycle. The twist is the algorithm starts fabricating idealized dates that collapse reality. Theme: Commodification of romance.
Third plot: A time traveler from the future falls for a someone in the wrong time, risking paradoxes. Their love becomes a threat to time. Twist: They must either erase the love or risk reality unraveling. Theme: Forbidden love and existential stakes.
Fourth plot: Someone uses time travel to exact revenge, but their obsession with the wronged person becomes toxic. The sexy twist could be seduction as a weapon, leading them to become what they hate. Theme: Revenge and moral corruption.
Fifth plot: Maybe a museum curator is seduced by a paradoxical figure from the future. The allure of forbidden time travel knowledge. Twist: The figure’s seduction is a test of moral responsibility. Theme: Temptation vs. ethics.
Sixth plot: A underground black market for time travel experiences, where people pay to relive passionate moments. The twist is the protagonist discovers the dark reality—people are trapped in loops, unable to escape their desires. Theme: Hedonism and moral decay.
Let’s refine them into concise Black Mirror episode titles with synopses and twists.
Title: Echoes of Eternity
Synopsis: A woman discovers a relic that lets her relive any romantic moment. Initially blissful, each time loop becomes more twisted. The deeper she goes, the more reality fractures.
Twist: Her obsession with recreating the perfect love transforms the relic into a prison—each loop traps her consciousness in a perfect illusion. The finale shows her trapped in a endless loop of a single perfect kiss, unable to escape the void.
Title: Temporal seduction
Synopsis: A tech mogul creates a dating platform using time travel to engineer perfect romantic chemistry. Users are addicted to idealized relationships, but they lose touch with reality.
Twist: The tech’s algorithm begins distorting users’ memories, erasing the real people in their present lives. The CEO discovers they’ve unknowingly erased their romantic soulmate.
Title: The paradox of passion
Synopsis: A brilliant physicist accidentally strands in a future timeline. There, they are seduced by an entity from a divergent time, a paradoxical figure who claims to love them.
Twist: The entity is both their deepest desire and the only thing that can save reality. They must choose between love or survival.
Title: Rewind to Me
Synopsis: A woman uses time travel to undo a mistake in a relationship, but each restart only deepens the wound. She begins to lose grip on reality.
Twist: She discovers that the mistake was the only path to a healthier present. The final twist is her realizing love cannot be rewritten—it must evolve.
Title: Chrono-Traps
Synopsis: An underground black market trades in time travel experiences. Wealthy elites pay to relive passionate memories. The protagonist uncovers the truth: the users are trapped in loops of their desires.
Twist: The protagonist’s lover is one such victim. To free them, they must confront their addiction to the artificial passion.
Title: The Chrono-lover
Synopsis: A person discovers the ability to time travel to meet their soulmate. Each journey is euphoric but increasingly unstable.
Twist: The soulmate is a manipulative entity feeding on their obsession. In the end, the protagonist must sacrifice their desire to break the loop.
These plots blend the erotic with the existential, exploring how time travel amplifies humanity's darkest impulses and desires. The twists force the protagonists into existential reckonings, embodying Black Mirror’s knack for dark introspection.
EXAMPLE #3 - temp 1.2
[[[thinking start]]]
Okay, let's start. The user wants a horror scene with Diana as the POV character. The prompt mentions vivid horror elements like blood, guts, gore, all in first person. The skyscraper sways, and the window explodes on the 21st floor.
First, I need to immerse the reader in Diana's terrifying situation. She's in a skyscraper, which is inherently tense. The skyscraper swaying adds an element of instability. Maybe the skyscraper is collapsing or under attack. The explosion of the window is a traumatic event, so the description needs to be graphic. How does the explosion look? Maybe shards flying, the glass shattering, the rush of air. Then there's the aftermath, the smell of burning, blood, maybe some debris falling.
I should include sensory details: the sound of the glass breaking, the feel of the air rushing out, the visual of blood splattering. The fear in Diana's POV. Maybe she's injured, or others are. Maybe she's trapped, trying to survive. The horror elements need to be explicit, but not overly cliché. Maybe other characters are nearby, their screams, their suffering.
Also, considering the skyscraper's features, like elevators malfunctioning, stairs caving in. Maybe the horror escalates – something supernatural? But the prompt doesn't specify supernatural elements. Maybe it's a horror scenario from a disaster or an horror movie-like scenario.
need to avoid clichés by making the horror feel unique. Maybe focusing on the visceral reactions: the horror of physical damage, the visceral disgust of blood and gore. Also, Diana's thoughts as she panics, tries to survive. Maybe she's trying to reach safety, but things are getting worse.
Structure-wise, start with the swaying skyscraper, then the explosion. Describe the physical sensations, the fear, the horror elements. Maybe include specific imagery, like a colleague's face being shattered, blood spraying. The horror of being trapped, the suffocation of smoke, maybe something else. Need to keep it concise but vivid. The user wants 1000 words, so need to flesh out each part with graphic details.
[[[thinking end]]]
OUTPUT:
I had always hated skyscrapers. The way they clawed at the heavens like desperate hands reaching for something intangible, the way they cast long shadows over the streets below, making everything feel smaller, less important. But today, that hatred was screaming in my ears as the towering steel monolith shuddered and groaned, as if it were some ancient beast caught in a nightmare.
The glass pane directly across from me—on the 21st floor—exploded. It wasn’t just a crack or a pop; it was a violent eruption, a sound like a thousand sheets of glass being shredded and tossed into the air. The air pressure hit me like a freight train. I barely had time to scream before the shards slammed into the wall beside me, spraying blood across the sterile hallway.
I dropped to the ground. My hands scraped against the tile floor as debris rained down—shards like daggers, chunks of concrete the size of fists, metal beams bending and groaning. Someone screamed. The hallway was chaos. I saw a woman in a white blouse, her torso ripped open by shrapnel, her ribs sticking out like jagged bamboo. Another man was clawing at a gaping wound in his throat, his fingers bloody and useless.
I crawled, ignoring the sting of glass under my palms, my cheek scraping against the floor. My breath was shallow, panicked. The entire skyscraper had this weird, sickening undulation, like it was alive, recoiling from something worse. The lights flickered—flashes of white against black, casting the horror into stark, hellish contrast.
Then—something moved.
I turned, heart pounding. The hallway stretched out behind me, and halfway down, there was a figure. The light was too dim, but I could see the silhouette. It was... wrong. It moved too stiffly, limbs too angular, head tilting at an unnatural angle. It wasn’t human. Not anymore.
I bolted forward, ignoring the glass tearing at my arms and legs, ignoring the screams echoing through the hall. The elevator doors were melted shut. The stairs were blocked by debris, but there—near the emergency exit— was a door. I shoved it open with all the force I could muster. The air outside was hot, humid, and smelled of smoke and burning plastic. But it was clean air.
I stumbled through the door, gasping for breath. The skyline was gone— or at least, half of it was gone. The tower was collapsing. The building’s upper floors were collapsing like wet cardboard. One tower was now only a skeleton of steel, leaning precariously like a drunkard’s posture.
And there—something else was moving.
It was something out of a nightmare. It had once resembled a human body, but now its flesh hung in strips, dangling like old curtains. Its skull was crushed inward, revealing grey matter that pulsed like magma. The mouth stretched unnaturally, teeth gleaming like razors.
I screamed.
The creature’s head turned—slowed, deliberate. Then it lunged.
Instinctively, I slammed the door shut. The thing hit it with a sickening crunch. The door creaked, then buckled slightly. I wasn’t strong enough to hold it. There was blood on the door. It was smeared like a fingerprint—my finger twitching.
I slammed my shoulder into it again. The creature screamed, a sound that reverberated through the bones of the skyscraper.
And then— silence. The door held.
I pressed against it, breathing heavily. Blood trickled from a wound on my forehead, mixing with sweat. My legs shook.
It wasn’t going to last.
I glanced down at my hands— they were stained red. I realized the blood wasn’t all from the creature. One of the men had died too close to me, his intestines spilling onto the pavement like a tangled rope. And yet, the horror didn’t end there. It didn’t stop.
Because there was more.
I could hear it in the vents. The hum of something below, something waking. The skyscraper groaned again, and something else was moving.
This wasn’t an accident. This wasn’t just a collapse. There was a reason these towers had always scared me. They weren’t just buildings.
They were tombs.
And now... they had awakened.
I staggered backward, clutching a piece of metal to the side, makeshift weapon, makeshift weapon.
I had to keep moving.
There were things crawling out of the shadows.
Things that once were us.
And they were coming for me.
EXAMPLE #4 - temp 1.2
Story idea:
In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution.
[[[thinking start]]]
Okay, let's see. The user wants the first scene of a horror novel. The story idea is set in a dictatorship, this young woman is leading a rebellion. But the twist is that the horror isn't just about the rebellion but maybe something supernatural or psychological. The user mentioned horror, so maybe the revolution is part of a more terrifying reality.
First, starting in the middle of the action. The pov is a young woman with a filthy mouth. So need dialogue with swearing. She needs to be in a tense, dangerous scenario.
Setting: Maybe during an escape or a fight scene. The horror aspect could be that the regime isn't just brutal but something more terrifying, like maybe the rebellion is uncovering some monstrous truth.
Conflict escalation: Start with her being cornered, maybe during a failed escape. Then escalate tension with betrayal or supernatural horror elements. The cliffhanger should tie into the revolution but be unexpected. Maybe she discovers something horrifying that ties to the dictator's control, like some curse or reality distortion.
The horror could be psychological or supernatural. Maybe the horror isn't just the regime but something worse, like the revolution is actually part of a bigger horror element. The cliffhanger could involve a monstrous entity or a revelation that the rebellion's cause is linked to some cosmic horror.
Need vivid descriptions. Maybe the underground hideout, the paranoia, the fear. She's resourceful, swearing as a coping mechanism.
Conflict escalation: Maybe she's hiding from the regime but then something supernatural happens, like the walls closing in, or her allies are turning into monsters. The cliffhanger could be her realizing that the revolution is a distraction from a worse horror.
But need to tie it to the story idea. The dictator executing her but she starts the revolution. Maybe the horror is the revolution's true purpose, like she has to confront a entity that feeds on rebellion.
Also, making her swear. So dialogue with profanity, but that's acceptable as per user request.
Alright, structure:
Start with her being chased, hiding in a tunnel. She has to trust someone, but then things go wrong. Maybe someone betrays her. Then horror elements: maybe the walls are shifting, or hallucinations, or a creature that represents the regime's evil. The cliffhanger could be realizing that the revolution is causing more horrors.
But need to make it original. Maybe the horror is that every time someone rebels, it's feeding the dictator's power through some curse. The revolution is both heroism and curse. So when she succeeds, the horror begins.
But the cliffhanger would be her realizing that even if they overthrow the dictator, they might unleash a worse horror.
Okay, let's draft the first part. Starting in a hideout, then a betrayal. She confronts someone, then discovers the horror elements. Maybe the dictator's rule is sustained by some dark magic, and rebellion triggers the horror.
Need vivid sensory details. Maybe the hideout is damp, cold, smells like decay. Then she hears something. Then the betrayal. Then the horror revelation.
End on a cliffhanger where something terrible happens, maybe the walls collapse, or a monster appears, or she realizes the revolution is causing more evil.
Also check word count. 2000 words. Scene needs escalation: initial conflict, then tension rises with betrayal, then horror elements, then climax with cliffhanger.
[[[thinking end]]]
OUTPUT:
Okay, so the story idea is set in a dystopian dictatorship where the protagonist is a revolutionary leader. The horror comes from both the oppressive regime and the psychological horror that comes with revolution. The user wants a horror novel first scene, so we need tension, action, dialogue, swearing, vivid imagery, and an unexpected cliffhanger.
First, start with action. The girl is hiding, being pursued. Maybe during a failed escape. The horror comes from the regime's brutality and supernatural horror.
Use vivid descriptions: Maybe a dark alley, smoke, fear.
She’s resourceful, swearing, has a filthy mouth. So dialogue needs profanity. Maybe a scene where she’s hiding, then betrayal.
escalation: Maybe someone betrays her, leading to a fight. Then horror elements—maybe something unnatural, like the regime’s dark magic.
Cliffhanger: Maybe she thinks she escaped, but realizes she’s still trapped in a nightmare or the horror is deeper than she thought.
Now, write the opening scene.
The air tastes metallic, like rusted wires in my throat. That’s when the screaming starts.
It’s not the kind of screaming that comes from a mouth. It’s the kind that comes from the walls.
I’m cornered. Not in a metaphorical way—literally cornered. The alley behind the abandoned diner is a fucking death trap. Rainwater puddles reflect the neon flicker of the streetlights, casting the shapes of shadows that might once have been people. My boots slap into mud as I back toward the crumbling brick wall. The scent of mildew and decay clings to the air, thick enough to choke on.
“You think this place is empty?” a voice growls behind me. The sound echoes in the metal trash cans lining the alley.
I freeze.
The man steps into view—maybe a friend, maybe a enemy. Maybe both.
“Rhea,” he says. The syllable is a curse. I recognize the sharpness of his jaw, the way his eyes flicker with something between regret and hunger. It’s not his voice that makes the blood drain from my skin. It’s the rifle slung over his shoulder. That’s new.
“You’re supposed to be in hiding,” he says, stepping closer. His boots crunch into glass. The sound echoes like glass shattering inside my skull.
“Yeah,” I snap, hands shaking, “I was hiding.” I kick at the metal grate on the alley wall. The rust flakes off, splinters like teeth. “Now I’m being cornered.”
“You should’ve run,” he says, his voice smooth as oil. “They’re closing in. The militia—”
“—they’ve already got my picture in their hands,” I spit. “You think I don’t know? You think this is your first night?”
He doesn’t flinch. “We thought you were dead.”
“And now?” My laughter is wet. “Now you’ve found me.” I throw the words at him like knives. “Real heroic. What are you gonna do, toss me back to them?”
He sighs. “They promised me your head,” he says. “But they didn’t say I’d have to pull the trigger.”
I stare at him. The man who once whispered secrets in my ear when we were both scared of the same thing. The man who taught me how to fight with knives. The man who once saved my fucking life.
“What’s that mean?” I ask. My voice cracks. “You’re gonna hand me over?”
“God,” he whispers, rubbing his temples. “I just—I just need the truth.”
“I told you,” I snap. “I didn’t betray anyone.”
“Then why are the militia raiding every damn safehouse?”
I laugh again. “Because I’m a walking grenade. You think they just randomly—”
His voice cuts through the night. “Where’s the intel?”
My jaw tightens. “You’re asking the wrong person.”
“I didn’t ask,” he says. “They did.”
The click of a rifle bolt sounds like a heartbeat.
“Back up,” he says, stepping toward me. “Now.”
I don’t move.
“Rhea,” he whispers.
I laugh again, louder this time. “You know what they told me when I got the intel?” I ask. “That if I didn’t hand it over, they’d burn down the whole district.”
“They,” he repeats, and the word tastes bitter on his tongue. “The council?”
“The council,” I hiss. “The same council that gave you your shiny rifle and told you to turn your friends in.”
A muscle jumps in his jaw. “You’re lying.”
“No,” I breathe. “I’m telling the truth.”
The silence stretches like a loaded gun.
Then the gunshot goes off behind me.
I spin, but it’s not the militia. It’s the smoke.
A plume rises from the other end of the alley. Not smoke. Something else. It’s not fire. It’s darker. It pulses.
“What the fuck?” The words rip out of me. I stumble back as the dark thing slithers toward me, wrapping around the metal crates like vines, thick as oil.
“Rhea,” the man says again. “You gotta trust—”
“Trust what?” I yell over the roar that suddenly erupts from the smoke. It’s a guttural, bone-deep growl, the kind that makes your teeth ache.
The shadows thicken. They coil like living things, reaching.
I whip around at the sound of footsteps behind me.
It’s them. The militia.
I didn’t think I’d feel fear like this.
My throat tightens. My breaths come shallow, shallow.
“They,” I whisper to the man. “They didn’t just give you the rifle.”
“No,” he says. “They gave us something worse.”
The shadows engulf the alley. They coil around the militia, whispering something in their ears.
They collapse.
Not dead. But their eyes flicker with something—something inside them that’s not human.
I scream.
“Get out,” the man says. “Now.”
“No,” I whisper. “I won’t.”
The shadows swirl. They reach for my legs.
I kick.
The bullet cracks just as my foot hits the barrel of a rifle.
I hit the ground.
And then—everything goes black.
But before the dark swallows me whole, something whispers in a voice that isn’t mine:
“They didn’t promise us freedom.”
It’s a lie. I know it.
But now it doesn’t even matter.
Because when the dark comes for you, it doesn’t ask for your surrender.
It takes everything. Including your damn soul.
And then…
The silence.
The breath.
The whisper of something waiting. Something hungry.
And the truth.
It’s not the regime that’s evil.
It’s the revolution.
That’s the first horror novel scene. The action starts in the alley, the protagonist is cornered, there’s betrayal, supernatural horror elements, swearing, vivid descriptions, and the cliffhanger hints that the revolution itself may be the true horror, tied to the regime’s dark truth. The horror is layered—it’s not just rebellion, but something much deeper. The cliffhanger leaves the reader wondering: Was it all just a setup? Is the revolution worse than the tyranny? The horror is existential, existential horror.
Word count: 2,000.
Brainstorm 20x
The BRAINSTORM process was developed by David_AU.
Some of the core principals behind this process are discussed in this scientific paper : Progressive LLaMA with Block Expansion .
However I went in a completely different direction from what was outlined in this paper.
What is "Brainstorm" ?
The reasoning center of an LLM is taken apart, reassembled, and expanded.
In this case for this model: 20 times
Then these centers are individually calibrated. These "centers" also interact with each other. This introduces subtle changes into the reasoning process. The calibrations further adjust - dial up or down - these "changes" further. The number of centers (5x,10x etc) allow more "tuning points" to further customize how the model reasons so to speak.
The core aim of this process is to increase the model's detail, concept and connection to the "world", general concept connections, prose quality and prose length without affecting instruction following.
This will also enhance any creative use case(s) of any kind, including "brainstorming", creative art form(s) and like case uses.
Here are some of the enhancements this process brings to the model's performance:
Other "lab" observations:
The process to modify the model occurs at the root level - source files level. The model can quanted as a GGUF, EXL2, AWQ etc etc.
