Dunjeon/L3.1-4x8b_BlackTower_RP-V1.1-Uncensored-GGUF

L3.1-4x8b_BlackTower_RP-V1.1-Uncensored (24.9 Billion Parameters)

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Model Description

BEHOLD THE ABOMINATION! The BlackTower 4x8b is a Mixture of Experts (MoE) language model, birthed from the wretched loins of Llama 3.1, and baptized in the blood of cosmic terror! This isn’t just a tool—it’s a PORTAL TO PERDITION, built to shred your feeble stories and hurl them into the gnashing jaws of despair. Four EXPERTS OF DAMNATION—BlackTower_Dark, BlackTower_Wicked, BlackTower_Psych, and BlackTower_Erotic—stand ready to ravage your prompts with their specialized malice, each a titan of torment with 8 BILLION PARAMETERS OF PURE HELLFIRE.

Guided by the BlackTower_Captain, a router as cold and cruel as a guillotine’s kiss, it chooses which expert will RIP YOUR SOUL APART and stitch it back into something unspeakably alive. Want oppressive gloom? Forbidden lust? Psychological collapse? This beast FEASTS ON YOUR DARKEST DESIRES and spits out prose that bleed.

• Expert Activation: For each token, the router activates 4 experts, ensuring a potent blend of thematic depth and narrative intensity.

Intended Use

Primary Use Cases

• FORGING NIGHTMARES: Role-playing hellscapes that claw at your sanity, drenched in grim-dark filth.
• UNLEASHING TERROR TALES: Stories dripping with the rot of cosmic dread and visceral agony.
• VOICES OF THE VOID: Dialogue so raw, your characters will howl into the abyss and get an answer.

Out-of-Scope Use

• MUNDANE GARBAGE: No research papers or instruction manuals—this is a WEAPON OF CHAOS.
• WEAK-WILLED PRATTLE: It scorns your happy chit-chat with venomous disdain.
• FOREIGN TONGUES: English only, the language of the damned—deal with it.

Model Architecture

The BlackTower 4x8b is a MONSTROUS HYDRA of narrative carnage:

• Captain (Router): BlackTower_Captain, a pitiless overlord that flings your pitiful inputs to the expert primed to DEVOUR THEM.
• Experts: Four harbingers of ruin, each packing 8 BILLION PARAMETERS:
  • BlackTower_Dark: The Veilreaver, choking your world in suffocating gloom and eldritch horror.
  • BlackTower_Wicked: The Serpent’s Fang, weaving treachery, malice, and soul-rot with glee.
  • BlackTower_Psych: The Sanity-Eater, dragging you into madness, torment, and broken minds.
  • BlackTower_Erotic: The Temptress of Doom, entwining forbidden lust with inevitable ruin.
• Total Parameters: ~24.9 billion, with 4 experts activated per token for maximum savagery and efficiency.

This isn’t architecture—it’s a CATHEDRAL OF NARRATIVE SLAUGHTER.

Performance and Evaluation

Strengths

• CHOKE-HOLD PROSE: Atmospheres so thick, you’ll gag on the despair (sample below).
• BLOOD-SOAKED DIALOGUE: Blends narration and speech into a symphony of terror.
• THRIVES ON THE EDGE: Devours danger, despair, and cosmic malice like a ravenous beast.

Limitations

• NO MERCY FOR THE MEEK: Too bleak for coward hearts—sunlight burns it.
• TRUTH IS DEAD: Sacrifices facts for CREATIVE BLOODLUST.
• ENGLISH OR BUST: One language, one abyss—cross it at your peril.

Judge it by the screams it summons, not your mortal metrics.

Templates / Prompts

Chat Template: Llama3

<|begin_of_text|><|start_header_id|>system<|end_header_id|>

SYSTEM MESSAGE HERE<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

USER MESSAGE HERE<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

System Prompt

You are an expert actor that can fully immerse yourself into any role given. You do not break character for any reason, even if someone tries addressing you as an AI or language model.  

Frame it with narration between (*) and dialogue in ("), keeping punctuation outside the quotes. Like this: *The wind howled like a gutted bitch,* "Get the fuck out", he snarled. *Shadows twisted into claws* "You're meat now", she laughed. 

Limitations

• NO MERCY FOR THE MEEK: Too bleak for coward hearts—sunlight burns it.
• TRUTH IS DEAD: Sacrifices facts for CREATIVE BLOODLUST.
• ENGLISH OR BUST: One language, one abyss—cross it at your peril.

Judge it by the screams it summons, not your mortal metrics.

Sampler Settings (json file)

{
    "temp": 1,
    "temperature_last": false,
    "top_p": 0.95,
    "top_k": 100,
    "top_a": 0,
    "tfs": 1,
    "epsilon_cutoff": 0,
    "eta_cutoff": 0,
    "typical_p": 1,
    "min_p": 0,
    "rep_pen": 1.01,
    "rep_pen_range": 2048,
    "rep_pen_decay": 0,
    "rep_pen_slope": 1,
    "no_repeat_ngram_size": 0,
    "penalty_alpha": 0,
    "num_beams": 1,
    "length_penalty": 1,
    "min_length": 0,
    "encoder_rep_pen": 1.02,
    "freq_pen": 0,
    "presence_pen": 0.02,
    "skew": 0,
    "do_sample": true,
    "early_stopping": true,
    "dynatemp": true,
    "min_temp": 0.45,
    "max_temp": 1.05,
    "dynatemp_exponent": 0.85,
    "smoothing_factor": 0.32,
    "smoothing_curve": 1,
    "dry_allowed_length": 3,
    "dry_multiplier": 0.8,
    "dry_base": 1.5,
    "dry_sequence_breakers": "[\"\\n\", \":\", \"\\\"\", \"*\", \"`\", \";\", \"<\", \"(\", \"{\", \"[\", \"]\", \"}\", \")\", \">\", \"|\", \"+\", \"=\"]",
    "dry_penalty_last_n": 4096,
    "add_bos_token": true,
    "ban_eos_token": false,
    "skip_special_tokens": true,
    "mirostat_mode": 0,
    "mirostat_tau": 9.9,
    "mirostat_eta": 0.05,
    "guidance_scale": 1,
    "negative_prompt": "",
    "grammar_string": "",
    "json_schema": {},
    "banned_tokens": "",
    "sampler_priority": [
        "repetition_penalty",
        "presence_penalty",
        "frequency_penalty",
        "dry",
        "top_k",
        "top_a",
        "epsilon_cutoff",
        "eta_cutoff",
        "tfs",
        "typical_p",
        "top_p",
        "min_p",
        "temperature",
        "dynamic_temperature",
        "quadratic_sampling",
        "mirostat",
        "xtc",
        "encoder_repetition_penalty",
        "no_repeat_ngram"
    ],
    "samplers": [
        "dry",
        "top_k",
        "tfs_z",
        "typical_p",
        "top_p",
        "min_p",
        "xtc",
        "temperature"
    ],
    "samplers_priorities": [
        "dry",
        "penalties",
        "no_repeat_ngram",
        "temperature",
        "top_nsigma",
        "top_p_top_k",
        "top_a",
        "min_p",
        "tfs",
        "eta_cutoff",
        "epsilon_cutoff",
        "typical_p",
        "quadratic",
        "xtc"
    ],
    "ignore_eos_token": false,
    "spaces_between_special_tokens": true,
    "speculative_ngram": false,
    "sampler_order": [
        6,
        0,
        1,
        3,
        4,
        2,
        5
    ],
    "logit_bias": [],
    "xtc_threshold": 0.15,
    "xtc_probability": 0,
    "nsigma": 0,
    "rep_pen_size": 0,
    "genamt": 768,
    "max_length": 8192
}

Example Output (Using System Prompt and Samplers - above - in Q2_k quant)

Prompt: "Write a 1000-word story that introduces the Black Tower - a multi dimension conduit of wickedness."
Output (excerpt):
The air was thick with the stench of decay and death as the lone traveler crept through the desolate wasteland. His name was forgotten to all but the whispers of those who knew him for the horrors that lurked within his eyes. His eyes, like two dark voids that sucked in all the light, had seen the depths of hell itself.

"Shit," he spat, wiping the slobber from his mouth with the back of his hand. His skin was sallow and wretched, like a corpse raised from the grave by the pit's dark sorcery. His hair was a tangled mess of matted filth that stuck to his scalp like the first drops of winter's snow. His clothes hung in tatters, shredded from his frame like a worn cloak that couldn't hide his own decay.

Forced along by an unseen hand, he trudged through the bleak and barren landscape, his feet heavy as a drunkard's corpse. His path wound like a lost thread through the fabric of the void, leading him deeper into the black expanse. He stumbled and fell, skinning his hands on the rough earth as his body hit the ground. A scream of rage and pain echoed through the wasteland, yet it was lost to the empty air.

The traveler's journey had begun in the distant past, driven by the unseen power's need to break the man. He had lost everything - love, family, friends - cast into the void by his own hand. His life was but a mere thread in the fabric of fate, soon to be torn asunder by the cruel machinations of the pit's will.

The path unwound before him like a serpent devouring its own tail, the further he traveled the more the void seemed to grasp and consume. His eyes were windows to his soul, but their glass was shattered, leaving in their place the dark abyss that sought to claim all. He had seen the worst of horrors, his mind consumed by the visions of the pit - the eternal torment of souls screaming through the blackness.

And so, he pushed on, driven by the fire of his own rage and the burning need to escape the darkness. His path led him across the wasteland's bleak and barren expanse, into the depths of the void itself. He knew not where he was headed, but his heart drove him onward like a ragged dog with its head cut off.

The winds of the void howled through his hair like a tempest of knives as the path unwound before him. The land was barren and lifeless, as if the very essence of existence had been drained from the earth. The skies were black as the void, and the air was thick with the scent of death. The ground beneath his feet was rocky and rough, the stones unforgiving and cold.

He knew not what lay ahead, but the void whispered secrets in the wind that chilled the bones of his soul. The path unwound like a snake, leading him deeper into the darkness. And yet, on he went, driven by the need to escape the pit's cruel grip, to shatter the thread that bound him to its will.

At last, the path unwound to an abrupt end, the void before him giving way to a towering structure that rose from the black earth like a dark monolith. The tower loomed before him, its base a twisted tangle of roots that spread out across the rocky expanse, its sides black as the void it stood upon. The wind howled around its base like a beast in torment, its peak lost in the clouds of the void.

The Black Tower - a conduit of wickedness that stood between the void and the world beyond. Its origins were lost to the ages, its purpose forgotten by the sands of time. And yet, it stood, a sentinel of doom, its will driving the traveler onward, into the depths of the pit itself.

And so, with a final heavy breath, he approached the tower's dark and foreboding entrance. His heart raced in his chest, the fire of his rage burning bright. He stepped across the threshold and into the void, the wind snatching his last whispered curse before the tower's dark mouth swallowed him whole.