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-Here is one example: Q4KM, Temp=0, min parameters (this will be LEAST creative output):
+Here is one example: 
 
-<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>
+Q4KM, Temp=2, min parameters (this will be mid level creative output, as longer prompts = better output):
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+<B>Start a 1000 word scene (1st person, present tense, include thoughts) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...</B>
 
 RESPONSE:
 
-The skyscraper swayed, as if it too were watching in horror, its steel and glass facade reflecting the chaos within. She stood frozen at the edge of the room, her eyes glued to the shattered remains of the window directly across from where she was standing.
+The skyscraper swayed, its foundations rumbling as the concrete and glass structure oscillated beneath me. My heart pounded like a war drum, pulsing in sync with my racing thoughts. We'd been evacuated to the rooftop after the initial earthquake hit - tremors that had shaken our office building for over a minute. Now, we huddled together as the aftershocks continued.
 
-It had happened so quickly - one moment everything seemed normal, the next a deafening boom shook the very foundations of the building. Glass shards rained down like deadly hailstones, shattering anything in their path. The screams and cries for help still echoed through her mind as she tried to comprehend what she'd just witnessed.
+In front of me, a window on the twenty-first floor blew apart in a chaotic symphony of shattering glass and debris scattering outwards into nothingness. A rush of frigid air whistled up from below like an angry beast's cry. My blood ran cold. The blast seemed impossibly distant and yet achingly near at the same time.
 
-She was on the 21st floor of the high-rise office complex, a place where she had spent countless hours working alongside colleagues who were now either injured or worse. Her heart raced with fear as she scanned the room frantically, searching for any sign of life amidst the destruction.
+My gaze snapped to my colleague, Mike - we'd been working together in Accounts when disaster struck. He clutched his phone, his expression pale as chalk, eyes fixed on some unseen horror that I couldn't comprehend myself.
 
-The air was thick with dust and smoke, making it difficult to breathe. She coughed violently, her lungs burning from the acrid fumes. Panic threatened to overwhelm her senses, but she forced herself to remain calm, knowing that hysteria would only hinder her ability to help those in need.
+"We have to get out of here!" I hissed, my voice a tight, desperate whisper over the cacophony. "Now!"
 
-She took a deep breath and began moving cautiously through the debris-strewn space, her eyes scanning for any signs of movement or consciousness. The floor beneath her feet was slick with blood and shattered glass, making every step precarious. She stumbled once, catching herself just before she fell, her hands trembling as she regained her balance.
+Mike's lips parted and he shook his head, refusing to tear his gaze away from whatever spectacle transfixed him beyond our perch. But fear for his life clawed its way through me; we needed to move - now!
 
-As she navigated the treacherous terrain, she spotted a figure lying motionless near the far wall. Her heart skipped a beat as she rushed over to check on them, praying that they were still alive. With shaking fingers, she gently turned their head towards her and was met with a pair of vacant, unseeing eyes.
+In that moment of utter panic, my thoughts spiralled into a chaotic kaleidoscope - memories and fears merging together in a frantic dance. My mind replayed every catastrophe report I'd ever read or seen on the news; tsunamis, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, wildfires - but an earthquake in this part of the world? Unthinkable.
 
-She let out a sob of despair, tears streaming down her face as she realized the full extent of the tragedy unfolding around her. The weight of responsibility settled heavily upon her shoulders - she had to find others who might still be alive, and get them to safety before it was too late.
+"What about Sophia?" my thoughts cried out, recalling the intern who'd been working across from me until moments ago. Had she survived the blast and subsequent panic?
 
-With renewed determination, she continued her search, calling out for anyone who could hear her. Her voice echoed through the devastated office space, a desperate plea for help that seemed to hang in the air like a ghostly whisper.
+Before I could give voice to those anguished questions, a hand clasped my shoulder with a desperate strength. Mike's eyes met mine, and for the briefest of moments, all semblance of control seemed to snap. He grabbed his laptop case with a frantic urgency, yanked me up by the elbow, and propelled us towards the emergency stairwell door.
 
-As she moved further into the wreckage, she stumbled upon another body - this one clad in a security guard's uniform. She knelt beside him, checking his pulse and breathing, but found nothing. Her heart sank as she realized he was gone too.
+"Hold on -" I started to protest, my weight shifting uneasily under him, but Mike cut me off as he hauled me bodily along the rooftop's gravelly surface. The cold bit into my legs through thin trousers as he dragged me over uneven terrain until we finally reached the door. We stumbled in together, just ahead of an incoming wave of panicked, glass-strewn office workers.
 
-She rose slowly to her feet, her eyes scanning the room once more for any signs of life. That's when she saw it - a glimmer of light coming from beneath a pile of rubble near the window that had exploded. Without hesitation, she rushed over and began clearing away the debris, her hands moving with a newfound sense of urgency.
+The staircase descended with agonizing slowness - it felt like running up waterfalls backwards - as aftershocks pounded at our heels, threatening to send us tumbling down the concrete stairs. I could hardly think beyond getting to safety and Sophia. Where was she? Was anyone else from my floor making their escape?
 
-As she dug deeper, she finally uncovered an arm, followed by a leg, and then the rest of the body. It was one of her coworkers - a young woman who had been sitting at her desk just moments before the explosion. The girl's eyes fluttered open as she felt the cool air on her skin, and she let out a weak moan.
+When we hit the ground level, I skidded across polished tile in my haste. A wave of humanity crashed over me; crying women clutched small children tight, while men and women alike pushed and shoved blindly as they sought shelter. The cacophony rose to a deafening roar.
 
-She smiled through her tears, relief washing over her like a wave. "Help is coming," she whispered, gently stroking the woman's hair. "Just hang on."
+We burst through the automatic sliding doors onto the pavement just as sirens began to scream their warbled warnings into the air, like demonic birds announcing Armageddon. People scrambled towards a police blockade where officers in full riot gear waved people down to evacuate zones.
 
-With renewed hope, she continued to clear away the rubble surrounding them, working tirelessly until they were both free from the wreckage. She helped the injured woman sit up and leaned in close, speaking softly into her ear.
+My chest heaved as I fought for breath beneath Mike's protective grip - my vision swimming from terror and exertion. Beyond us, buildings swayed on unsteady legs while glass rained like deadly hail, a scene of utter devastation.
 
-"We need to get out of here," she said firmly but gently. "Can you walk?"
+A young officer spotted me and grasped our arms with practiced ease. "Move quickly!" he bellowed above the chaos. He half-carried both Mike and me along the sidewalk, away from the building and towards safer ground.
 
-The woman nodded weakly, and together they made their way towards the door, taking slow and steady steps through the devastation. As they moved, she kept a watchful eye on her coworker, ready to catch her if she stumbled or faltered.
+As I stumbled through this living nightmare alongside my rescuer - the weight of each step feeling like wading waist-deep through icy quicksand - my mind fought to come to terms with what we'd witnessed. The skyscraper in front of us lay mangled; a grotesque silhouette of broken concrete, tangled steel, and shredded fabric that had once been human skin and clothing.
 
-They finally reached the stairwell and began making their way down, step by agonizing step. The woman's breathing grew more labored with each floor, but she refused to give up, driven by sheer willpower and determination.
+The realization dawned on me that this was no drill or media exaggeration. This earthquake was real - a catastrophe that would likely reshape our world as we knew it. We were living through something apocalyptic.
 
-As they neared the ground level, sirens could be heard in the distance, growing louder with every passing second. She quickened her pace, urging the injured woman along beside her until at last they stumbled out into the bright sunlight.
+We emerged into an open park beyond the city's edge where thousands more displaced survivors huddled together under blankets and flapping sheets of plastic, waiting for aid to arrive. My gaze fell upon a familiar figure crouched beside Sophia on the ground, my boss shielding the intern with his jacket while murmurs passed between them. We were safe - or at least relatively so.
 
-Emergency responders were already on the scene, rushing to assist those who had managed to escape the building. She led the way towards them, guiding her coworker through the chaos and confusion until she was safely in their hands.
+The enormity of it all settled heavily upon me like a shroud as we settled into our temporary shelter, surrounded by strangers-turned-kin in this impromptu refugee camp. As sirens and emergency vehicles grew more distant, an eerie stillness seeped in - the quiet aftermath that always followed such unimaginable devastation.
 
-As she watched the paramedics whisk her friend away to safety, a wave of exhaustion washed over her. Her body ached from the physical exertion, but it was nothing compared to the emotional toll of what she had just experienced.
+Sophia clung to my side, her body trembling uncontrollably, as we all stared out at the smoke-shrouded city skyline before us. A haunting question echoed through my thoughts, one that seemed to resonate across this entire devastated landscape:
 
-She sank down onto the curb, burying her face in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks once more. The enormity of the tragedy hit her like a tidal wave - so many lives lost or forever changed by the explosion that had ripped through their office building.
+How do you move on from something like this? When your world has been so drastically turned upside down, can it ever right itself again? I had no answers.
 
-But even amidst the devastation and despair, she found solace in knowing that they had made it out alive. And with every breath she took, she vowed to honor those who hadn't been so fortunate, working tirelessly to ensure that such a tragedy would never happen again.
+All we could do was wait out the aftershocks, both literal and emotional, as we pieced together what was left of our shattered lives - hoping against hope that some semblance of order would return in time.