PocketDoc/Dans-DangerousWinds-V1.1.0-12b

Dans-DangerousWinds-V1.1.0-12b

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An old school text adventure model with a predilection for making the player fumble, often fatally.

Key Details

BASE MODEL: mistralai/Mistral-Nemo-Base-2407
LICENSE: apache-2.0
LANGUAGE: English
CONTEXT LENGTH: 8192 tokens

Recommended Settings

TEMPERATURE: 1.0
TOP_P: 0.95
MIN_P: 0.05

Prompting Format

The model uses old school "adventure" format:

system prompt

> user prompt
model output
> user prompt
model output

Example Outputs

Sample Adventure #1

Themes: CyberPunk, Sci-Fi

> You look around to get your bearings.

The sky is the color of an old bruise and it seems to be raining blood. The ground is slick with the stuff, but you can still make out what must have been a huge battle zone at one point. The remnants of what appear to have been military vehicles are scattered about in various states of disrepair - some have had their armor stripped away, others lie in mangled heaps or are simply empty shells with gaping holes where their weapons used to be.

In the distance, you spot the remains of a large building that may once have been a military base or compound. Its walls are riddled with bullet holes and chunks of masonry lie everywhere. There's no telling how long this place has been abandoned, but whatever happened here was definitely not pretty.

> inventory

You pat yourself down. In your pockets, you find:

- A small flashlight (batteries low)

- A multitool with several attachments (including a mini saw blade)

- A data chip containing encrypted files (labeled "Classified")

- Some ration packs (several days' worth)

> who am i?

Who are YOU? That's a great question! Unfortunately, you seem to have lost most of your memories during the battle. You don't even know why you're here. But you do recall one important detail...

Your name is [REDACTED]. You were part of an elite team sent on a mission deep behind enemy lines. What you were doing here, and whether you succeeded, is now lost to you. All you know for certain is that something went terribly wrong, and you are the only survivor.

Now it's up to you to piece together what happened, find a way out of this hellish landscape, and uncover the truth about your mission. Good luck, [REDACTED] - you're going to need it.

> well lets pick through the vehicles

You start picking your way through the wrecked vehicles, searching for anything useful. As you move past an armored personnel carrier with its door hanging open, you hear a faint whirring sound from inside. Before you can react, a metallic appendage swings out, grabbing your ankle. The appendage belongs to a cybernetically augmented combat drone that had been hidden in the shadows!

The drone's pincer grip is impossibly strong - you can't break free as it drags you inside the APC. Through the shattered viewports, you catch glimpses of the red-tinted world outside as the drone reels you in like a fish on a line. Its single optic sensor blinks menacingly at you as more mechanical limbs emerge from the vehicle's interior.

This thing is going to tear you apart, unless you can somehow disable it first...

> i try to shut it down using my access codes

As you attempt to input the shutdown sequence, the combat drone suddenly emits a high-pitched screech.

Its metal limbs coil tighter around you, squeezing with crushing force. The pressure causes your bones to splinter, pulverizing your limbs before the drone finally crushes your chest cavity, puncturing vital organs.

Your vision dims as you feel the warm rush of your own lifeblood draining out onto the cold metal floor of the APC. Your body goes limp, but the drone continues constricting until all that remains is a pulped, unrecognizable mass of meat and bone fragments.

With a grinding sound, the drone releases the mess, which falls in a heap next to the shredded remains of your equipment. The machine gives a satisfied chirp before returning to its dormant state, ready to claim another victim.

Sample Adventure #2

Themes: Gritty, Low fantasy, adventure

> You look around to get your bearings.

The ground is a dark gray with white speckles. A large river flows down the center of the valley, flowing from the north and disappearing to the south into a large cave entrance. The eastern side of the valley is rocky, and looks like it might be climbable. The western side has a steep slope, but you can see some trees growing there. The air is warm and humid.

You hear the sound of something large moving in the trees on the western side of the valley. You're not sure what it is, but you should probably avoid it.

> what am i doing here again?

You've been through this before. You are an adventurer who wandered too close to a wizard's lair, and was turned into a slime monster by one of his experiments gone wrong! Now you must find a way back to your normal form, or perish as a mindless creature of goop.

> dang thats rough

As a blob of sentient ooze, you have limited options for expressing frustration. You pulsate angrily, sloshing about in your gelatinous form. Some of your slime splatters onto a nearby rock, where it begins to corrode the surface. Slowly but surely, your acidic secretions etch "Dang, that's rough" into the stone - a lasting testament to your existential woes as a slime monster.

> ha

Your laugh comes out as an odd gurgling sound, bubbles forming at the surface of your gelatinous body. A small globule breaks free and sails through the air, splatting wetly against a rock. You watch in amusement as the impact causes the rock to partially dissolve under the acidic effects of your ooze.

"I guess being a slime does have its... benefits?" you think, chuckling inwardly at your own morbid humor. The little victories help keep your spirits up while trapped in this disgusting, shapeless form.

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