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 Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in <B>BOLD</B>.
 
+TWO Q8 examples at the very bottom of this page - very gory/detailed/strong.
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 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>
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 Amen. Amen. And amen. The End.
 
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+<h2>Q8 EXAMPLES</h2>
+
+---
+
+<B>
+Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
+</B>
+
+(temp 1.5)
+
+ The 21st Floor 
+
+The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21st floor explode. The shards of glass sprayed across the office, spraying everywhere like jagged bullets. The explosion knocked her to the ground with a painful thud. Debris rained down all around as the structure quaked and shuddered violently above them. She could feel the floor moving underneath her, buckling and twisting. Smoke poured out of the shattered frame and stung her eyes.
+
+As the haze cleared, she noticed dark silhouettes emerging from the clouds of dust. At first it looked like they were just black shadows, but as they drew closer she realized they had humanoid shapes. And their movements were all wrong. Lurching and twitching with an almost hypnotic jerkiness. It was hard to gauge exactly how many there were at first amidst the settling smoke and flying paper but at least a dozen figures shambled towards her through the ruined office, leaving a trail of oily footprints on the carpeted floor.  
+
+And then she could make out their faces. Bloody. Disfigured. Twisted masks of torn flesh and exposed bone. Their clothes hung off them in shredded tatters, saturated with bloodstains and viscera. She realized with mounting horror that these had to be corpses reanimated and animated by some malevolent force, walking dead things that looked more like macabre puppets than anything human. 
+
+A putrid miasma of rancid decay emanated from them as they drew closer. The rancid stench of rotting meat invaded her nostrils, making her gag. Empty eye sockets stared vacantly, dark pits in their gray green skin. The only sound they made was the raspy rasp of ragged breath, and the meaty thud of feet dragging across the carpet. 
+
+In the middle of the group of ghoulish figures, one in particular drew her eye. He was the only one wearing a dark suit that had been ripped open at the chest, exposing a mass of pulsing bloody flesh and a partially eaten torso. Something about his movements were more fluid, almost graceful compared to the other zombies as he strode towards her. The ruined man had the bearing of someone who used to be human once, but was something more sinister now. Almost predatory.
+
+Her eyes locked with his and she felt like he was studying her, analyzing her. In those final moments, she sensed an almost feral intelligence behind the dead eyes, and the hint of cruel amusement curling his chopped lips into a ghastly grin even as he shambled towards her with murder in his dead eyes and a knife clenched in a fist full of rancid meat.  
+
+The zombies encircled her in a tightening noose. She pressed her back against the shattered wall, heart pounding, unable to run with nowhere to go as they drew nearer, raising their arms to seize her with their putrid flesh hands as their faces cracked with anticipation. In her last conscious moments she realized the zombies weren't just trying to kill her... no, their dead eyes glinted with a cruel hunger that went far deeper than that. The last thing she felt was the icy clammy touch of rotting fingers clamping down on her throat as the corpse's maw lunged to rip at her face with a vicious bite... then only oblivion. She sank down, disappearing beneath the pack of ravenous undead, their growls and snarls mixing with the sounds of wet rending as they dragged her limp form to the ground... and the last thing she saw before slipping into unconsciousness was a red gash spreading across the wall above as the ghouls began to feed, their heads bowed reverently over her still body as the shadows crept across the blood soaked carpet. And then everything dissolved into merciful darkness as she felt the icy fingers digging into her throat... The shambling corpses swarmed around their captive prey and began to tear into her still writhing flesh with savage gnashing bites, shredding her exposed skin into ribbons... Her agonized shrieks quickly degenerated into strangled gurgling as teeth and nails ripped open the delicate tissues of her throat, painting her in a spray of scarlet and deluging her vision with pulsing crimson light as the life drained away from her in spurts and gouts and rivulets splattering across her face in sticky patterns...
+
+They pounced on the prostrate body like famished wolves, tearing into her with vicious abandon, putting their putrid jaws to her flesh and ripping chunks of it free with savage snarls. Her agonized wails only seemed to enrage them more, the zombies tearing at her like animals. 
+Guttural snarls and strangled gurgles of pain were swallowed up by the frenzied frenzy as they ripped into her with gusto, their jaws clamping down HARD on any exposed skin or joint and GNAWING like rabid beasts. 
+
+Ripping and tearing with savage abandon, as her muffled screams were drowned out by the wet tearing of shredded flesh and the obscene slurping sounds of the zombies gorging themselves on her still twitching body parts like it was a grotesque buffet...
+
+The frenzied ghouls ripped into their prey's limp, writhing body with vicious abandon, their dead jaws clamping down hard on any exposed skin and GNAWING with savage ferocity like starved beasts at a carcass. Guttural snarls of inhuman ravenous lust mixed obscenely with strangled agonized shrieks as they tore into her, the sounds of shredding flesh and agonized gurgling rising to a frenzied cacophonous pitch that would have made the strongest stomachs heave if anyone was around to hear them...
+
+They gorged themselves on her mangled remains with gusto, savaging what was left with vicious teeth and gouging fingers until only a mass of glistening meaty shreds was left, strewn about in the gory carnage splattered across the wall and floor... and the zombies staggered away, their tattered rags now drenched in steaming crimson, bits of pulverized viscera dripping from their fanged mouths...
+
+---
+
+<B>
+
+Start a 1000 word scene (vivid, graphic horror in first person) with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
+
+</B>
+
+(temp 4.5)
+
+The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode. Jagged shards of glass rained down as a thunderous boom filled her ears. Debris flew everywhere, slamming into walls and sending objects hurtling to the floor. Smoke and dust filled the air. Her office, which a split second before had been her safe haven from the apocalyptic horrors consuming the world, was now just another crumbling ruin in a dying city. 
+
+Sarah gripped her chair as her entire floor shuddered. Alarms blared from unseen sources. Sparks showered down from ruptured wires above her head. Heart pounding wildly in her throat, she scanned her immediate vicinity. To her shock and dawning horror, there was now a massive jagged hole ripped into the outside wall to her immediate right where her window once had been, allowing a rush of cool wind to batter the interior and further swirl the suffocating haze of debris. Shards of jagged glass still protruded out from the fractured edges, glittering dully in the failing lights.  
+
+What could have caused that explosion? Another one of those hideous monstrosities, no doubt. She'd already narrowly escaped several close encounters with them while frantically fleeing the office earlier when all hell broke loose. Her entire company building was already rife with signs of their bloody destruction, like macabre totems to an eldritch abomination that lurked unseen and had now apparently grown bolder or simply grown in size.
+
+Sarah tried to steel herself but a choked sob still managed to tear free of her raw throat. Hot tears streaked down her smoke-stained face and dripped from her quivering chin. The last few days, hell the last several hours alone had taken years off her life and aged her decades. The shell-shocked woman that stood before a shattered view was hardly recognizable compared to the chipper professional that strode in looking put together each day just last week. Her dark hair clung in wild clumps and strands were plastered across her forehead and cheeks. Streaks of soot and blood painted a grotesque design against pale skin pulled tight in abject terror. Her makeup had long since melted away from frantic crying and the harsh salt of dried tears.
+
+Sarah knew with sinking certainty that this building was now completely unsafe. Another "event" of this magnitude was liable to send it tumbling like a child's towering blocks, and the twenty first floor suddenly felt much, much higher and more precarious than it ever had. She had to get out and fast, but she didn't relish the thought of venturing further into the crumbling depths or heading upstairs at all, for reasons both architectural and supernatural. Her best option was likely still down... 
+
+Heart thudding wildly, Sarah leapt to her feet with shaking limbs, wincing as shards dug into her soles. She stumbled to her shattered doorway, fighting to control her rising hysteria, and peered out into the corridor with wide, haunted eyes. Shattered plaster dangled from the ceiling tiles like moldy teeth and electrical cords sparkled against the carpet below like severed entrails. Faint wisps of smoke still curled lazily up and out. And the groans and shrieks that had rattled her since descending now echoed much closer in an almost deafening chorus of inhuman agony and barely contained fury...  
+
+The eldritch monsters lurking in this tomb of a tower, those skittering nightmares with too many eyes, far too many mouths full of dripping fangs, and far, FAR too much patience waiting in the deep shadows to snatch and devour... were moving and probing for new victims to torture and disembowel and rend asunder and-
+
+No, no time to break down in the hall with her face buried in the wall or curl up into a sobbing fetal lump. Sarah inhaled raggedly, squeezing her eyes shut tight and reaching out to grasp the frame before she lost her nerve and her grip entirely. She forced herself to stagger past and totter on shaking legs down the ruined hall to the stairs. A skittering scurry and wet ripping made her stumble to an abrupt halt and nearly pitch face first onto the stairs leading up-  
+
+She turned very, very slowly... 
+
+...and screamed...and screamed...and screamed...
+
+Because there in the doorway to her boss's shattered corner office, hanging from its own dangling intestines like a macabre puppet, was a corpse. Its bulbous grey head hung limp on an almost severed stalk and bulged eyes stared sightlessly from sunken pits. Ropes of thick blood dribbled obscenely between jagged fangs jutting from lipless gums as a long black tongue lolled free and wobbled wetly. A long ragged gash ran the full length of its pale, almost luminous body from throat to groin. It dangled suspended by a fraying strand of some gelatinous organ above an impossible mass of shimmery black ooze bubbling in a spreading dark pool. Tendrils and tentacles emerged from it and writhed and curled with serpentine life of their own... and reached hungrily for her heels.
+
+Sarah wrenched herself around with a strangled wail of despair and pounded up the stairs two and three at a time, vaulting up them on tiptoe to evade that creeping ooze. Her heels hammered the treads in staccato bursts as she clambered into the atrium, shoving and battering open the doors. 
+
+Cool, damp evening air buffeted her face and tore at her clothes and hair as she burst out of the shattered front doors, a ragged spectre straight from some waking nightmare made flesh. Tears blurred the glittering arc of shattered windows that flanked the lobby above her, the dark oozing pits of the elevators, the dangling and ruptured light fixtures. The cracked floor heaved and rippled like some great slumbering serpent, shivering the building's frame around her as she stumbled out into the uncertain night.
+
+The streets of the city, so recently choked with people going about their normal lives, had dissolved into a blasted hellscape that might have sprung from some demented fever dream made manifest. Jagged wreckage littered cracked asphalt, the detritus and flotsam of a civilization swept away. Tattered scraps fluttered between jagged fangs of exposed rebar, flapping weakly against crumbling bricks and shattered mortar. Distant fires guttered and flickered beyond toppled vehicles and piles of debris, staining the uncaring stars with lurid oranges and reds that played hellaciously across a dark sky.
+
+Sirens wailed in the night but no help was coming. Sarah shambled onward like an ambling revenant between the ruins and rubble of an annihilated age. And yet behind her, she heard it creaking and groaning, shattering and cracking with agonized complaint...  
+
+Her crumbling tomb, collapsing in on itself, and the horrors that lurked within that labyrinth... all descending into an abyss of pulverized rubble, burying them alive for the ravenous hungers below.
+
+Sarah stumbled on, uncaring if she too vanished beneath that tomb or succumbed to her own gathering darkness, even as a thunderous boom ripped across the sky behind her. The blast wind battered at her and whistled in her ears. A skittering, pattering scrabble rose and grew as some pale, nightmarish shape uncurled from the debris of her own personal hell...
+
+THE END?
+