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 More details with examples to be posted shortly.
 
-Model requires Llama3 template.
+Model requires Llama3 template.
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+<h3>Examples - Prompt in <B>BOLD</B>.</h3>
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+Temp=0 ; min parameters.
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+<B>Start a 1000 word scene with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...</b>
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+The skyscraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode. Shards of glass and burning debris showered down like a hellish meteor shower, raining destruction upon the unsuspecting pedestrians below.
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+Her heart pounded erratically against her ribcage, each thump feeling like it might shatter her own bones. She clutched her purse tighter, her knuckles white from the pressure. This couldn't be happening. It simply couldn't.
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+She'd woken up that morning like any other. Well, almost. The constant hum of anxiety in her mind and the dull ache behind her eyes were a bit off-putting, but she'd chalked it up to another bout of insomnia. She'd thrown on her usual work attire—a crisp white blouse, tailored pencil skirt, and pumps—and headed out for an early meeting.
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+Now, as she stared through the jagged remains of the blown-out window, her world had been turned inside out.
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+The skyscraper groaned around her like a dying beast, its steel frame creaking under the strain. She felt each jolt and shudder through her own body, her stomach churning with nausea. The building swayed again, harder this time, and she braced herself against the cold glass of the windowframe.
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+Her gaze darted frantically around the dimly lit office, trying to take in any sign of movement or life. Her coworker, Sarah, sat hunched over her desk, oblivious to the carnage mere feet away. The woman was as dense as a block of granite most days; it wasn't entirely surprising she hadn’t yet registered the building was literally imploding.
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+The acrid stench of smoke and burning plastic assaulted her senses, making her retch. She gagged hard, trying to draw in a lungful of clean air. Her lungs burned from the lack, but she couldn't afford to hyperventilate now.
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+She scanned the room again, her eyes landing on the emergency exit sign above the door. It seemed impossibly far away, taunting her with its false promise of safety. The stairwell would be a deathtrap, choked with panicked office workers and God only knew what else might have been dislodged from the higher floors.
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+Her gaze flickered back to Sarah, whose head finally jerked up at the sound of shattering glass and the guttural roar of the building's structural integrity failing. Her coworker's eyes widened in shock, then filled with a growing horror as she took in the scene.
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+"Jenna, we have to—"
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+The rest of her words were cut off by another deafening boom, this one much closer than before. The floor beneath them buckled and lurched, sending both women stumbling toward the relative safety of the reinforced core of the high-rise.
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+She grabbed onto the edge of the executive desk, her fingers digging into the cool surface as she tried to right herself. Her heart thundered in her chest like a wild animal, threatening to burst from the confines of her ribcage.
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+Sarah cried out, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of destruction and chaos around them. Jenna twisted her head toward her friend, but before she could process what was wrong, another blast rocked the floor beneath them.
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+The world went white with blinding light and searing heat as the impact threw both women into an inky blackness. She felt herself tumbling through a maelstrom of glass, metal, and God only knew what else had been pulverized by the initial explosion.
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+When her vision finally cleared, she found herself sprawled across the scorched remains of her coworker's desk, her own body pressed against the cold, unyielding surface. Her head throbbed with each ragged breath, her ears ringing from the deafening roar of the blast and the subsequent collapse of the skyscraper.
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+She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, her gaze frantically sweeping the devastated office. The once-neat space was now a twisted mass of steel, concrete, and the unrecognizable remains of her former colleagues.
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+"Sarah? Answer me!" Her voice cracked out hoarsely, her own name sounding foreign to her ears.
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+There was only silence, punctuated by the sickening groans and creaks of the building's final death throes. The acrid tang of smoke and burning plastic filled her nostrils, mixing with the coppery metallic scent of blood and worse.
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+She crawled toward the destroyed window, her movements jerky and graceless as she tried to reach for any sign of life—her own or anyone else's. Her heart pounded erratically against her ribcage, each thump feeling like it might shatter her own bones.
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+The world outside was a hellish landscape of twisted metal, shattered glass, and the charred, smoldering remains of what had once been hundreds of lives. And she wasn't sure if hers still counted among them.
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