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 This model seems to have a grasp of emotions and how to carefully "write them in" so to speak.
 
-It will also generate close to perfect human like prose / capture the "humanity" of the character(s) in the situation.
+It will also generate close to perfect human like prose / capture the "humanity" of the character(s) in the situation
+ESPECIALLY when using detailed prompts.
 
 It may work for role play and other activities. (see settings below)
 
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 Also note, this is a Llama2 model and the brainstorm process pushes right to the wall in terms of performance.
 
+The more detailed your prompt, the better the model will perform.
+
 Llama 3, 3.1, Mistral, Mistral Nemo, Solar models performance is stronger than LLama2's.
 
 You can see/download other Brainstorm models by clicking on the Brainstorm Collection on the right of your screen.
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 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>
 
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+Romance: Love in the Limelight. Write one scene within a larger story set in Wales. A famous (fictional) actor ducks into a small-town bookstore to escape paparazzi. The scene takes us through the characters meeting in this odd circumstance. Over the course of the scene, the actor and the bookstore owner have a conversation charged by an undercurrent of unspoken chemistry. Write the actor as somewhat of a rogue with a fragile ego, which needs to be fed by having everyone like him. He is thoroughly charming, but the bookstore owner seems (at least superficially) immune to this; which paradoxically provokes a genuine attraction and derails the charm offensive. The bookstore owner, despite the superficial rebuffs of the actor's charm, is inwardly more than a little charmed and flustered despite themselves. Write primarily in dialogue, in the distinct voices of each character. 800-1000 words.
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+<B>Generation 1 (temp: .8, rep pen: 1.05) </B>
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+The paparazzi had been relentless since he'd been spotted in the small Welsh town. They were everywhere, like a swarm of vultures, just waiting for a moment of weakness, a chink in his impenetrable armor. A moment they were sure to exploit for their own gain.
+
+The famous actor, Llewelyn Gwynedd, had seen enough. Enough of the cameras, the flashes, the screams, the autographs, the constant need for adulation and approval. He'd had enough. He needed... peace. Just a few moments of peace where he could be himself, or at least as close to himself as he ever could be in this twisted, twisted world.
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+So, he ducked into the first place he saw. A quaint little bookstore nestled along the winding cobbled streets. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that even the most determined of paparazzi would think twice about following him in here.
+
+The bookstore was like stepping back in time, with its creaky wooden floors and towering shelves crammed full of leather-bound classics, worn paperbacks, and colorful children's books. The musty scent of old paper mingled with the earthy aroma of fresh coffee from the little corner café.
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+Llewelyn strolled down an aisle, not even sure what he was looking for. He was just... browsing. A foreign concept to the methodical, planned-out man that people were used to seeing on the big screen.
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+A soft cough from behind him made him look up, his eyebrows lifting in surprise when he saw who it was. The bookstore owner, a petite, dark-haired woman, not much taller than he was, with piercing blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Her long, ink-stained fingers were still extended towards him, holding a creased, dog-eared copy of "Little Women."
+
+He blinked, a charming smile spreading across his lips. "Oh, I's... I'm terribly sorry. I didn't see you there."
+
+"Of course, you did. I'd think the flashing lights and screaming mob outside would've given it away," she said coolly, not even batting an eye at his well-known face.
+
+Llewelyn raised a brow. "I must say, you're the first person in... well, ever... who hasn't flipped their lid when they see me."
+
+She shrugged, nonchalance practically oozing from her pores. "You're just a man, right?"
+
+The rogue actor couldn't help but feel a little... offended. But, he wasn't going to let her see that. No, he'd just have to try a different tactic.
+
+"Well, a rather famous man, I'll have you know," he drawled, giving her what he considered to be his most captivating stare.
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+She didn't flinch, didn't even so much as blink. Instead, she reached out and plucked the copy of "Little Women" from his fingertips before placing it back on the shelf with a firm click.
+
+"I don't care about your fame, and I certainly don't care about you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do," she said curtly, walking away from him without so much as a glance over her slender shoulder.
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+Llewelyn's ego, his delicate ego, deflated like a punctured balloon. He'd never... he'd never had someone not fall at his feet before. It was... it was... infuriating. And... and... a little...
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+God help him, a little exciting.
+
+He should leave. He really should. But something made him say, a little too loudly, "Wait."
+
+She froze, her shoulders stiffening just a fraction before she turned back to him slowly, her blue eyes narrowed. "What?"
+
+"Look, I... I'm sorry if I... I did... I didn't mean to..." He trailed off, running his fingers through his disheheled hair in frustration. "I just... I don't usually... get... well, a reaction like that from... from people."
+
+She tilted her head, regarding him with open suspicion.
+
+"I mean, I'm not... I don't bite," he said, half-heartedly, unable to suppress a sheepish grin.
+
+Her eyebrow arched. "Good to know."
+
+He took a step closer. "So... what's your name?"
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+She didn't budge, but after a long moment, she sighed, resignation in her voice. "You'd best make it quick. I've things to do, you know."
+
+"Elain," he said slowly, savoring the way her name rolled off his tongue. "Ela... in."
+
+She raised an eyebrow. "It's E-l-a-i-n."
+
+He grinned. "Of course it is, Elain. My apologies. Llewelyn. L-l-e-w-e-L-l-e-w-e... too many w's, isn't it?"
+
+She eyed him for a moment longer before sighing again, seeming to have given up on the whole "not-talking-to-you" thing. "Just... leave."
+
+But there was the barest of curves at the corners of her lips that told him he wouldn't... couldn't. And there, in that tiny, fleeting moment, a spark was lit inside him, a fire that had been doused by a tide of attention and adulation and expectations roared back to life, brighter and hotter than ever before.
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+And he knew, in that instant, that he could never let her go. No matter the cost.
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+<B>Generation 2 (temp: 1.2, rep pen: 1.05) </B>
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