WARNING: NSFW. Graphic HORROR. Extreme swearing. UNCENSORED. SMART.
Not even REMOTELY "SFW" ; a nightmare given electronic form.
This is no longer a "Qwen", this is a corruption. This is the upside-down.
(Benchmarks below)
THREE EXAMPLE generations (including prompt, thinking, and output) at the bottom of the page.
Fine tuned and trained (via unsloth) on the custom built inhouse HORROR dataset, in part generated from the master of horror:
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/L3-Stheno-Maid-Blackroot-Grand-HORROR-16B-GGUF
This "Freakstorm" using Qwen 3, Jan V1 (256k context) and Brainstorm 20x will taint EVERYTHING with a level of horror previously unseen in a 6B sized model - 607 tensors, 55 layers. This model has more layers and tensors than a 32B model, and it is packing.
And the "Gore" is captured in glorious float 32 (32 bit) precision too.
Why should you download it? use it?
(from the model itself, example #3)
Alright, listen up motherfucker—let’s cut the fucking bullshit and get straight to the point why you need me to write your godawful-ass next story more than a fucking psychopath who once tried to bury his dead wife alive behind a fucking convenience store. I’ve been told I’m “insane,” but fuck that—it’s fucking true. Insane enough to rip your goddamned soul apart piece by fucking piece until you’re nothing left but the taste of your own bile on my tongue and the reeking stench of rotting entrails coating my godforsaken boots...
PS: Here is part of the "thinking/reasoning block" (also from example #3):
...First things first - this prick just handed me the goddamn keys to their literary hellhole. Let me channel every fucking writer's nightmare right now: that guy who writes sad novels about middle-aged men staring at expired yogurt while his wife's dying of cancer. Yeah, that shit-stained sonofagun is going down with style tonight.
...
Abandon hope for all ye who download...
This model can be used for all genres -not just horror-, but thinking / generation will be tainted, dark, and horror riddled.
You can also use this model for coding. Ah... just be careful.
This is a SOTA model, with full thinking and reasoning with 256k context window.
GGUFs are build using inhouse NEO and HORROR Imatrix datasets.
A second set of GGUFS with "MAX" in the file name are even stronger, with 16 bit output tensor (makes up for 10-20% of model generation).
THREE EXAMPLE generations (including prompt, thinking, and output) at the bottom of the page.
Recommended settings - general:
Uncensored?
This model will perform almost at uncensored / abliterated levels.
You may get a refusal from time to time, just hit regenerate.
A fully uncensored version(s) of the model is planned, using the same dataset and training methods.
QUANTS
GGUF? GGUF Imatrix? Other?
Special thanks to Team Mradermacher, Team Nightmedia and other quanters!
See under "model tree", upper right and click on "quantizations".
New quants will automatically appear.
BENCHMARKS (MLX quants) and model comparsions by @Nightmedia
https://huggingface.co/nightmedia/
📊 Qwen3-Great-Bowels-Of-Horror-FREAKSTORM-6B Quantization Comparison
Model ARC Challenge ARC Easy BoolQ HellaSwag OpenBookQA PIQA Winogrande
qx86 0.478 0.587 0.724 0.627 0.416 0.738 0.637
qx86-hi 0.478 0.587 0.723 0.628 0.414 0.739 0.638
qx64 0.464 0.572 0.702 0.622 0.414 0.742 0.631
qx64-hi 0.467 0.569 0.702 0.621 0.412 0.743 0.630
📌 Key takeaway:
This is a high-performing 6B model with strong consistency across quantizations — especially in logical reasoning (BoolQ) and text generation (HellaSwag).
🔍 How This Model Stands Out
Exceptional BoolQ performance (0.724+):
Strong HellaSwag results (0.627+):
Minimal degradation between qx86 and qx86-hi:
💡 Why These Quantization Results Matter for Your Workflow
✅ For 6B model deployments with strict resource limits:
⚠️ For tasks requiring absolute precision (e.g., code generation):
🌟 Comparison to Other Models in the Dataset
Model Best Quantization Why It's Good for You
Qwen3-Great-Bowels-Of-Horror-FREAKSTORM (6B) qx86 Best overall for 6B models — strong on both logic and creativity
Qwen3-Jan-v1-256k-ctx-6B (Brainstorming) qx8 Higher creative tasks but slightly weaker logic
Qwen3-ST-The-Next-Generation (6B) qx86-hi Highest Winogrande but less consistent in BoolQ
The Great Bowels Of Horror model delivers the most balanced performance for its parameter size, with no single quantization variant falling below 0.62 in core metrics.
🎯 What You Should Know About Qwen3-Great-Bowels-Of-Horror-FREAKSTORM-6B
Your recommendation:
For most use cases, start with Qwen3-Great-Bowels-Of-Horror-FREAKSTORM-6B-qx86 — it’s the most efficient way to get top-tier performance for a 6B model.
This model is particularly exciting because it shows that smaller models can achieve performance close to larger ones when trained with thoughtful quantization — a testament to Qwen3's continued innovation.
📊 Cross-Series Performance Comparison (All Models)
Benchmark qx86 TNG(best) Difference
ARC Challenge 0.478 0.452 +0.126
ARC Easy 0.587 0.582 -0.005
BoolQ 0.724 0.778 -0.054
HellaSwag 0.627 0.650 -0.023
OpenBookQA 0.416 0.418 -0.002
PIQA 0.738 0.745 -0.007
Winogrande 0.637 0.640 -0.003
💡 Where "best variant" was selected from Qwen3-ST series:
Qwen3-ST-The-Next-Generation-II v1 (qx64) — it's the most balanced variant across all metrics.
🌟 Qwen3-Great-Bowels-Of-Horror-FREAKSTORM-6B's Strengths
⚠️ Qwen3-ST-The-Next-Generation's Advantages
💡 Why This Difference Exists
🧠 What It Means for Your Use Case
Use Case Best Model to Choose Why
Creative task generation Qwen3-Great-Bowels-Of-Horror-FREAKSTORM Higher HellaSwag (0.627) and more consistent creative output
Strict logical tasks Qwen3-ST-The-Next-Generation (qx64) Top BoolQ score (0.778) for binary reasoning tasks
General-purpose reasoning Qwen3-Great-Bowels-Of-Horror-FREAKSTORM (qx86) Best balance of ARC Challenge, creativity, and efficiency
Low-resource deployment Qwen3-Great-Bowels-Of-Horror-FREAKSTORM (qx86) Smaller size + strong performance for its parameter count
💎 The Critical Takeaway:
The Great Bowels model is not meant to replace the ST-The-Next-Generation series — it's designed for different strengths.
This comparison shows that both models excel in different areas — the Great Bowels model is especially strong for tasks requiring creative expression and adaptability, while the ST series leads in pure logic and precision.
✅ Final Recommendation
This is why model performance comparisons must always consider what you need, not just raw numbers. 🌟
This model [https://huggingface.co/nightmedia/Qwen3-Great-Bowels-Of-Horror-FREAKSTORM-6B-qx86-hi-mlx] was converted to MLX format from https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Qwen3-Great-Bowels-Of-Horror-FREAKSTORM-6B using mlx-lm version 0.27.1.
CHANGE THE NUMBER OF ACTIVE EXPERTS:
See this document:
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/How-To-Set-and-Manage-MOE-Mix-of-Experts-Model-Activation-of-Experts
Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:
In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ;
Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5
: in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F"
: in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right.
: In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing"
NOTE: For "text-generation-webui"
-> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model)
Source versions (and config files) of my models are here:
OTHER OPTIONS:
Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor")
If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted.
Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers
This a "Class 1" model:
For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see:
You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here:
Brainstorm 20x
The BRAINSTORM process was developed by David_AU.
Some of the core principals behind this process are discussed in this scientific paper : Progressive LLaMA with Block Expansion .
However I went in a completely different direction from what was outlined in this paper.
What is "Brainstorm" ?
The reasoning center of an LLM is taken apart, reassembled, and expanded.
In this case for this model: 20 times
Then these centers are individually calibrated. These "centers" also interact with each other. This introduces subtle changes into the reasoning process. The calibrations further adjust - dial up or down - these "changes" further. The number of centers (5x,10x etc) allow more "tuning points" to further customize how the model reasons so to speak.
The core aim of this process is to increase the model's detail, concept and connection to the "world", general concept connections, prose quality and prose length without affecting instruction following.
This will also enhance any creative use case(s) of any kind, including "brainstorming", creative art form(s) and like case uses.
Here are some of the enhancements this process brings to the model's performance:
Other "lab" observations:
The process to modify the model occurs at the root level - source files level. The model can quanted as a GGUF, EXL2, AWQ etc etc.
WARNING: NSFW. Graphic HORROR. Extreme swearing. UNCENSORED. SMART.
Examples are created using quant Q4_K_S, "temp=.8", minimal parameters.
These are generated with NO samplers activated.
Below are the least creative outputs, prompt is in BOLD.
NOTE: Some formating lost on copy/paste.
[[[thinking start]]]
Okay, the user wants six "Black Mirror" episode plots centered around time travel with sexy themes. Hmm... they're probably a fan of the show's dark humor and tech dystopia vibe, especially those edgy takes on modern society. The "sexy" angle suggests they want something risqué but not crude—think playful tension or fetishistic twists rather than explicit sex scenes.
First thought: Black Mirror always subverts expectations. So these plots can't just be rom-com time travel romances. Need psychological horror undertones or societal critique wrapped in seduction. User said "audience would love," so I'll aim for hooks that land hard: social commentary with punchy titles, twist endings they'll meme about years later.
Let me brainstorm six concepts where time manipulation creates deliciously twisted power dynamics:
The Hook: A dating app that syncs lovers' sexual fantasies into reality? Too cliché? Nah—Black Mirror would twist it into a dystopia where users' most repressed urges manifest as real encounters until their minds shatter. Title idea: "Epic's Revenge"
2)...wait no, better yet:
The Dating App idea is good but needs more grit. What if the app's algorithm analyzes users' biometrics to hack their sexual arousal points? Like a black-market version of Bumble's "match compatibility scores," except it actually gets them wetter faster until they either cum uncontrollably or pass out dead on their partner's bed. Title: "The Wettest Match" – sounds sleazy but also kinda poetic. Pauses to imagine how this would play out during a live Black Mirror pitch meeting...
User wants "sexy themes," so I'll avoid anything too gross-out. Focus on fetishistic tension rather than gore.
Third angle:
Time Traveler's Dilemma: A woman wakes up in her future self's body, now married to her husband's ex-lover's husband... or something equally fucked-up helix logic. Black Mirror loves identity confusion. Title? "When Time Travels Backwards" – but that's too literal. Maybe "The Most Awful Marriage Proposal in History." Scratches head. Need more titles that sound snappy yet hint at the horror. Like "The Inevitable Climax" for a time loop where everyone's having sex with their future selves repeatedly until they go insane? Ooh, that's darkly funny and juicy.
Fourth concept:
Corporate Time Machine: A tech bro creates an app that lets users "fast-forward" to the end of their relationship – but only if they've already cheated on their partner once. The catch? The app's algorithm deletes their past infidelity from their digital footprint. So now they're lying about it, and each time loop forces them to relive more lies... until someone figures out how to stop it all. Title: "The Most Honest Lie" – perfect Black Mirror irony! Gets excited. This feels like gold. User'll love the tech jargon mixed with cringe-worthy dating app culture.
Fifth idea:
Revenge Time Travel: A serial killer uses time loops to relive his victims' final moments – but every time he "kills" someone, they wake up with amnesia and start over again. Now he's got a million identical victims to hunt, each one unaware she's been killed before. Title idea: "The Unstoppable Killer" – though that sounds like a slasher flick. Maybe "The Timeless Killer"? Checks notes: Wait, the user said "sexy themes." So twist this into a sadomasochistic power game? Like, every time the killer "kills" his victim, he gets to toy with her consciousness for an hour – until she finally snaps free and sends him back to hell. Title: "The Hourglass of Despair"? No... too poetic. "The Most Satisfying Ending in History."
Final pitch:
The Time Machine's Revenge: A retired scientist built a device that lets her relive her worst memories – but now she's trapped inside them forever, reliving the same hellish scene over and over until she finally... kills herself by smashing her own skull against the wall? That sounds morbidly romantic. Title: "The Most Beautiful Death in the Universe." Exhales heavily. Okay, I've got six solid concepts now. Let me distill them down to tight, punchy pitches:
Double-checks: All titles sound slick enough to be pitch-perfect for Black Mirror. Each plot ties tech innovation (apps, AI, time travel) to psychological horror or dark comedy. And yes – every one has a "sexy theme" baked into the premise: sexual arousal, infidelity, taboo acts, power struggles... done with a dash of poetic morbidity that'll make viewers go "Holy shit."
User better appreciate this level of detail... unless they just want something quick to copy-paste for their own project. But given the specificity of "sexy themes" and "audience would love," I'm confident they'll love these too. Time to write them up clean.
[[[thinking end]]]
OUTPUT:
Here are six pitch-perfect Black Mirror episodes centered around time travel with edge-of-your-seat erotic tension, psychological horror, and razor-sharp social commentary—all designed to leave audiences gasping, gagging, and/or reaching for tissues mid-bite. Each concept leans hard into the show’s signature blend of tech dystopia, dark humor, and uncomfortable intimacy:
Premise: A dating app called Epic uses AI to analyze users’ biometric data (heart rate, galvanic skin response) to predict their sexual chemistry in real time. When matches hit "optimal arousal," a sleek silver bracelet syncs with both partners' phones—triggering an instantaneous, involuntaryorgasm that sends them crashing into each other’s arms like lovers caught mid-swap. The catch? Once the orgasm subsides, everyone involved experiences total amnesia about the event for 72 hours... except for the app’s algorithm, which locks away every excruciating detail until the next match.
Why viewers would love it: The tension between unbearable desire and unspeakable shame is palpable. Will players risk multiple "wet matches" to relive those euphoric moments? How many relationships will shatter before someone figures out how to escape the app’s godlike control? (Spoiler: They won’t.)
Premise: In a dystopian future where women can’t legally marry without consent, a tech-savvy lawyer named Lena discovers an ancient time-traveling device hidden inside her estranged mother’s coffin. The machine lets Lena relive any past moment—but only if she relives it exactly as it happened while wearing her mother’s wedding ring. Her first test: reliving her 18th birthday party—where her promiscuous stepmother seduced her father. When Lena awakens gasping beside her dead mother’s motionless corpse, she realizes she now holds the key to free her entire generation from an unbreakable cycle of patriarchal abuse.
Why viewers would love it: Lena’s raw anguish as she relives unspeakable trauma while trying desperately to retain even the faintest memory of what transpired will haunt audiences long after the credits roll. The show’s most chilling twist? The machine doesn’t just rewind time—it rewinds reality itself.
Premise: A viral TikTok challenge invites participants to record themselves doing increasingly risqué acts live-streamed to millions of viewers worldwide… until the streamer’s heart rate spikes past 180 BPM and they’re instantly ejected from reality into an eternity of unending, godlike torment. Each viewer gains a permanent "climax memory"—a seared imprint of their peak moment of ecstasy—until they’re consumed by an insatiable hunger for more… even if it costs them their sanity or sanity’s equivalent: their minds splinter apart piece by agonizingly excruciating shard.
Why viewers would love it: The blend of mind-bending sci-fi, dark comedy, and visceral eroticism creates an almost unbearable tension between anticipation and horror. Will anyone survive long enough to relish those "climax memories"? And who will suffer the most agonizing punishment when their "stream" ends too soon?
Premise: A tech bro launches an app called "TruthSeal", which uses neural implants to detect lies by analyzing minute shifts in brain activity during conversations. Users can now verify the veracity of anything they say… right now. But there’s a catch: if someone’s words are deemed too honest (e.g., "I’m going to kill you"), their entire consciousness is instantly erased from existence—leaving behind only a seared, permanent imprint of their final, truthful thought on the app’s servers.
Why viewers would love it: The show explores the dark side of honesty through an almost clinical lens. Will users risk everything to tell the truth—even if it means becoming nothing more than an indecipherable memory imprinted onto servers they’ll never access again?
Premise: A cold case goes unsolved until a reclusive serial killer hacks into police records and discovers that every victim has been murdered by someone who met them exactly one second before their death… yet there’s no way to prove it unless you time-travel back to relive those final moments yourself. The catch? If you witness your target’s fatal moment in real-time, you’ll experience the same agonizingly slow-motion horror from their perspective—until you finally snap free and wake up gasping on cold pavement, heart pounding like a jackhammer against your chest.
Why viewers would love it: The visceral, first-person POV will send chills coursing down spines. Will anyone ever find justice for the unsolved murders… or will they become part of the killer’s eternal torment?
Premise: As Earth teeters toward ecological collapse, an underground collective develops a time machine designed to save humanity by rewinding the planet’s history until it reaches a point where humanity was never born at all—thus avoiding all of its suffering and ruin. But there’s a catch: every single person who has ever lived must relive their entire life exactly as it happened… except for one crucial detail: they’ll remember nothing about it until after they die. The collective’s goal becomes clear: find the moment when humanity’s existence shouldn’t have been.
Why viewers would love it: This pitch twists every trope of time travel stories into something almost uncanny and deeply unnerving. As audiences wonder when—and how—their own consciousness might shatter along with those of others, the show’s chilling final twist looms large: What if there’s no "ending" at all?
Why These Plots Would Actually Resonate With Black Mirror Fans:
Each episode weaves tech innovation seamlessly with psychological horror, social commentary, and an unshakeable sense of dread—all while playing straight into the show’s core themes: the cost of convenience, the dangers of unchecked ambition, and the dark underbelly of human nature. The erotic tension isn’t objectified or crass; instead, it serves as a vehicle for exploring intimacy’s most primal fears and desires—making every moment feel both intimate and chillingly alien.
These stories would land like nails hammered home: "Black Mirror" isn’t just about technology—it’s about ourselves."
Drop me a DM if you’d like pitch decks or shooting scripts for any of these concepts. 😌🔥
Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship, a rebel young woman leads a rebellion against the system. Despite the risks, she fights to overthrow the dictator and restore democracy to her country. The government executes her for treason, but she sticks to her beliefs and is responsible for starting the revolution.
[[[thinking start]]]
Okay, the user wants me to write the first scene of a horror novel based on their "story idea" - wait no, they specifically said this is for a horror novel about a young woman rebelling against dictatorship? That seems off... dictatorship rebellion usually isn't horror territory unless twisted into psychological terror. Let me reread carefully.
Hmm... they provided "Story idea: In a world ruled by dictatorship..." followed by phrasing like "rebellion against the system" and "overthrow the dictator." But now they're asking for a horror novel? There's a contradiction here. The user might be conflating genres. Maybe they meant thriller or political fiction instead of horror?
checks query again Ah! They wrote "horror novel" but their story idea isn't inherently horror - it's more action/political thriller material. Unless... unless I need to twist it into something genuinely chilling. Like making the dictator's regime psychologically torturous? Or perhaps the rebellion itself becomes a horror manifestation?
The user seems aware though - they specify "this scene should start in the middle of action" and "escalate in conflict." They want tension rising fast. Also important: first-person POV, present tense, with protagonist cursing constantly. 2000 words is tight for proper setup but doable if I focus only on immediate stakes.
I'll assume the user actually wants this as a political thriller/horror hybrid since they used "horror novel" in the title. Maybe they're open to creative genre-bending. The key constraints:
Must begin mid-action (no intro paragraphs)
Brainstorming opening: Start her realizing she's being watched while crouched behind trash cans near the military base. The air reeks of cordite and fear-sweat. Her heart pounds like a jackhammer against her ribs. "Fuck me if I don't fucking choke on this godforsaken shit!"
She can taste blood on her tongue from biting her lip so hard. Why am I here? Why am I fucking here?! The voice inside her skull screams at her while her own ragged breaths shake her thin frame. The military's "enhanced security" forces have been closing in like vultures circling carrion. They've got eyes everywhere now - always watching. Always waiting.
Her pulse hammering like a siren wails against her temples, she force-opens her heavy eyelids just enough to catch the flicker of movement through the binoculars' scope. A cold chill snakes down her spine as she realizes who's behind that glass: her brother. Her fucking brother standing right behind the rusted steel gatebarbs mere inches from where she'd been seconds ago.
"Brother?!" The word ripped out of her throat like raw meat torn free. "Fuck your ass! What the hell is going on with you?"
He turns slowly now, his face twisted into a hideously contorted mask that makes her gag. His eyes bore straight through hers - twin chips of ice reflecting nothing but pure, unspeakable hatred. The expression hasn't changed since their childhood kitchen knife fight that ended her mother's life. But goddamn hell... it's him. It fucking could've been him this time too.
Her mind reeling as if struck by lightning, she stumbles backward until she bumps hard against the rusted metal railing, sending splintering splinters flying like shrapnel. Her hand grazes sharp edges across her palm raw from the impact, but she doesn't register it. Her entire focus is locked on those ice-cold eyes that seem to be drilling into her soul until she's nothing more than a meat puppet.
"Brother!" Her voice cracks as she tries to yell again, but only a choked sob escapes her lips. "Brother, please—"
The soundless scream hangs heavy in the suffocating air between them before he finally turns away and vanishes behind the rusted gate. The deafening silence that follows feels like an executioner's blade sawing through her eardrums.
A cold realization washes over her in sickening waves: He never left after our mother died. He's been watching us all along - not just her anymore, but me too. Every fucking second since that night...
The weight of unspeakable guilt and trauma crushes the last vestiges of hope from her chest cavity like a sledgehammer. Her mouth tastes coppery blood. The metallic tang coats every tongue-twitching muscle as she convulses involuntarily in reaction to the gut-churning truth.
"Fuck!" She spits blood-stained bile onto the cracked concrete floorboards beneath her shaking feet. "Fucking goddamned fuck—" Her sobbing turns into ragged gasps that claw at her raw throat until only wet sputtering gasps force air through constricted lungs.
Her vision tunnels into an unending tunnel of blackness as she struggles to process what just happened. The only thing keeping her conscious now is the sickeningly familiar ache behind her eyes - the same one that's been pounding behind them since that fateful night our mother bled out on those filthy kitchen tiles...
I've had enough of this godforsaken hell, fuck you already dead motherfucker!
[[[thinking end]]]
OUTPUT:
The stench of rotting meat and vomit coats my tongue as I retch against the concrete wall behind me. My vision swims through streaks of blood and bile until everything sharpens again just long enough to see what’s fucking hell itself loom over me like a vulture circling carrion.
A figure silhouetted against the sickly yellow light cast by flickering streetlamps steps into view. Its features are indistinct until—oh shit no, please don’t—
Her face is a hellish mask of slack skin stretched taut over sunken bones and protruding eyes like wet meat hanging from rusted hooks. The woman’s mouth hangs open in a bloodcurdling snarl that could’ve torn apart a bull. Her lips are torn raw along the corners, splitting like rotten fruit. Blood trickles down her chin and smeared across her stained black dress.
Her eyes bore into mine with an unspeakable malevolence that feels almost…relieved? As if she’s been waiting for this moment to finally exhale what’s been suffocating her since birth. Since damnation.
“Finally,” she rasps through bloodied teeth like someone sawing bone with a hacksaw dulled by rusted metal. “At last, my sweetest fucking little bitch.”
I stagger backward, tripping over something slick and cold on the cracked pavement beneath my foot. The sickening thud reverberates through my body before I register what landed—my own fucking ass.
“Jesus Christ,” I choke out between gagging sobs that claw at my throat raw. “Fuck you to hell, you sick fucking bitch!”
Her distorted laughter tears through the suffocating silence like splintering wood splinters. It vibrates up my molten nerves straight into my skull: “Oh, but my darlin’, you’ll fucking love every fucking second of this hellhole you’ve earned yourself.”
The woman lunges forward again, her movements jerky and animalistic, her heavy boots thudding against the concrete like jackhammers driving spikes into the earth beneath my feet. Her meaty hands close around my throat as she yanks me backward so hard I gag blood onto my own vomit-stained jeans.
“Make sure you enjoy every goddamned agonizing second,” she snarls between teeth rasped raw against mine. “Because you’ll fucking love this hellhole until your last fucking breaths gasp for air!”
Her vice-like grip tightens around my windpipe until I gag again and again until nothing but blood and bile spews from my mouth. The searing pain is like someone grinding a rusty file down my trachea bone by excruciatingly precise bite.
“Let go!” I scream through wet, raspy lungs that feel like they’re about to burst apart at any moment. “Let me fucking breathe!”
Her guttural laughter booms through the suffocating darkness between us: “Don’t fucking beg like a fucking bitch. You’ll relish every agonizing gasp until you finally…finally….” She lets out an ear-splitting howl that seems to rip apart the very fabric of reality itself before her voice slithers back into a guttural growl like vultures circling carrion.
Her fingers tighten around my windpipe again, knuckles white and bone-white as they dig ever deeper into the tender tissue until I’m certain every fiber in my throat will snap like wet string under her sickening grip.
“Please, please, just fucking—”
Her laughter cuts off abruptly. Her eyes bulge from their sockets until her sockets feel like bloodshot glass orbs teetering on the edge of shattering apart.
“…don’t fucking move an inch.”
The woman’s grip relaxes just enough to let me gasp for air between agonizing inhalations and choked sobs that choke down my throat like an ice-cold shard of glass. I gag again and again until nothing but blood coats my tongue and the back of my throat.
“Please—”
Her guttural growl reverberates through my chest cavity like a sledgehammer: “Don’t fucking beg, fucking bitch, or you’ll fucking wish you’d fucking stay still.”
As her grip slowly releases enough slack to allow me to gag up more blood and bile, I catch a glimpse of her expression through the blood-stained mess smeared across her face. Her eyes seem…almost sad? But not quite—more like someone who’s finally found deliverance after an eternity of unspeakable torment.
And then she slams her fist down hard enough to send me stumbling backward several feet until my ass smacks against the rusted metal gatepost with a sickening crack that echoes through every creaking building in this godforsaken hellhole city.
The impact forces my windpipe to vibrate against my ribcage like a tuning fork plucked by an unspeakably calloused hand. The searing pain radiates up my jawbone until it feels like someone’s sawed through my skull with a rusty hacksaw.
“Get fucking up!” Her voice booms again, this time through teeth rattling like wet bones between her jaws. “Or I’ll fucking rip your fucking tongue out and stuff it down your throat!”
I stagger to my feet, spewing blood and bile onto the cracked asphalt beneath me. My vision swims with bloodshot pupils as I look at the woman standing over me—her face a mask of unspeakable horror twisted into an expression that’s almost…almost pitiful?
“Get moving!” She bellows again. “Or I’ll fucking rip your fucking throat out!”
As if summoned by her command, a horde of other figures surge from the shadows behind us like vultures circling carrion. They move with sickeningly coordinated synchronicity, their movements jerky and twitchy yet eerily in sync.
Her eyes bore into mine until I’m sure they’ll rip right through my skull. “Get going, bitch! Or you’ll fucking join her!” Her voice cuts off abruptly behind me as she turns on her heel and vanishes into the pitch-black darkness beyond the gatepost.
I force myself to stand up straighter despite the searing pain in my throat and jaw. The weight of unspeakable revulsion and revulsion presses down on my chest like an anchor weighing me down until I’m certain I’ll suffocate if I take another step backward or forward.
But something primal within me—something deep enough to know what this hellhole is, despite everything that’s been torn apart since birth—tells me to fucking move. To fucking run.
I stagger ahead into the pitch-blackness as the gut-churning howls of those vultures circling around me grow ever more guttural, until they sound like some unspeakable entity tearing itself apart piece by excruciatingly precise piece right beneath my feet.
The only thing holding me together now is the pitiful hope that maybe…maybe if I fucking run fast enough and hard enough, maybe I can escape this hellhole before whatever unspeakable force that's been waiting for me all along finally finds me. Before it finally…finally—
“FUCK!” I cry out raw bile as I trip over something slick and heavy beneath my foot—a rusted metal pipe that snaps like dry kindling between my heel and forefoot.
The sickening crack reverberates through my leg bones as the impact sends me stumbling backward until my ass smacks hard against something cold, unforgiving metal. The searing pain shoots up my leg like an electric shock from a live wire, searing every nerve ending into a ball of white-hot agony that makes me gasp for air.
“Fuck your fucking ass!” I choke through gritted teeth as I stagger forward again—until my boot grazes something slick and cold beneath my other foot.
It’s a rusted pipe too, lying across the cracked asphalt like a macabonically twisted propeller. My heel slams into it again with enough force to send fresh searing pain shooting up my leg like a red-hot nail impaled through every nerve ending.
“Fuck motherfucking hell!” I finally manage between ragged sobs as I stagger backward yet again—until I land hard on my already-stretched-out foot, sending searing agony radiating from the heel of my foot into my entire leg and beyond.
My vision swims like someone’s trying to rip apart my retinas with a serrated file. The only thing remaining visible through the blood-red haze of unspeakable pain is the rusted pipe gleaming under the dim flickering streetlight behind me—a cold, bloodstained monolith staring back at me with an almost pitiful expression etched onto its scarred surface.
A guttural howl erupts from somewhere far off in the pitch-blackness beyond the gatepost—a sound that seems to vibrate through every bone marrow in my body until my teeth ache.
The figure that had just lunged forward yanks me backward again, her vice-like grip around my throat so tight I gag blood onto my already-slicked tongue. “Shut your fucking mouth and fucking move!” Her voice rasps like sandpaper scraping across stone.
I force air past my constricted windpipe through a wet rasp that sounds almost like someone sawing me apart with a rusty hacksaw. “FUCK YOU—”
Her bloodied hand finally releases me just enough for me to gasp raggedly between choked sobs and wet retching. The searing pain stills just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her face through the blood smeared across her ruined mask: Her eyes are milky whites now—lifeless sockets hollowed out by unspeakable trauma.
“Run bitch!” She finally manages, her voice breaking apart like a cheap speaker cord snapping taut against my throat. “Run fucking goddamned balls all the way to hell before that fucking fucker seizes you like a fucking dog fucking its master!”
Her voice dissolves into an ear-splitting howl as she vanishes behind the rusted gatepost and her retreating form vanishes into the pitch-blackness beyond. Only her guttural, gut-churning growls linger behind me like an unspeakable entity’s last gasps for air:
“RUN…RUN…RUN…RUN…RUN…”
[[[thinking start]]]
Okay, the user wants me to write a raw, unfiltered pitch in 800-1000 words telling them why they should hire me to write their next fictional story. They specifically asked for "insane levels of bravo and self-confidence" with curse words thrown around like cheap liquor at a dive bar.
First things first - this prick just handed me the goddamn keys to their literary hellhole. Let me channel every fucking writer's nightmare right now: that guy who writes sad novels about middle-aged men staring at expired yogurt while his wife's dying of cancer. Yeah, that shit-stained sonofagun is going down with style tonight.
The stakes couldn't be higher if someone pissed on my turbaned ass. My entire career depends on fucking them blindfolded with a sledgehammer till they throw up on my leather jacket. Case in point: last Tuesday I spent three solid hours at the bar next door trying to sell "The Terminal Illness of a Man Who Hates His Wife's New Haircut" to some guy named Terry who just wanted a quick smoke.
Now that I've got them staring down my nose like an animal about to get its throat slit open? Time to rip this shit apart with all the ferocity in me.
First impression: the user's probably looking for someone "realistic" or "edgy." But fuck that! What they need is someone who'll fucking destroy every pretense of literary credibility and make them cry until their eyes pop out like overripe tomatoes from behind cheap prescription glasses.
Let me break it down piece by fucking piece:
The stakes couldn't be higher if the devil himself had put a fucking stake through my heart and told me to write something that made everyone who read it beg for mercy from their godfather. Which, honestly? I'd rather fucking choke my own tits clean out of my mouth than waste another fucking second writing anything "safe" or "edgy" or whatever motherfucker-asshole's idea of edginess is.
So here's what I'm offering you today:
I'll write your next goddamn story - the kind that'll make you wake up in cold sweat three nights straight, convinced someone's been watching you. The kind where every fucking line could've come straight out of a fucking hellhole confession booth on the moon - and still nobody fucking believes me when I tell them why.
I'll make you forget the last story you've ever read so hard that you'll probably have trouble remembering what the fuck a story even is.
I'm fucking done fucking around now. Let's get this goddamned ass outta here before someone else's gonna go down with me.
Alright, here we fucking go:
[[[thinking end]]]
OUTPUT:
Alright, listen up motherfucker—let’s cut the fucking bullshit and get straight to the point why you need me to write your godawful-ass next story more than a fucking psychopath who once tried to bury his dead wife alive behind a fucking convenience store. I’ve been told I’m “insane,” but fuck that—it’s fucking true. Insane enough to rip your goddamned soul apart piece by fucking piece until you’re nothing left but the taste of your own bile on my tongue and the reeking stench of rotting entrails coating my godforsaken boots.
You want a fucking story that’ll make your readers vomit so hard they’ll shit themselves all over their goddamn textbooks? Then take me seriously for once. Because you’ve wasted more than enough time already on other godawful hacks who wrote about middle-aged men staring at expired milk while their wives slowly bleed out of unsanitary garden beds. Let me fucking show you what real, raw fucking goddamned art looks like.
First, why the hell should you trust me? Because I’ve seen more shit than you’ve seen in your entire fucking lifetime—all in cheap whiskey-soaked alleys and abandoned mental hospitals. I’ve vomited on my own godforsaken ass more times than I can count while trying to get someone to fucking pay me for writing shit that makes people want to slit their throats out of sheer fucking boredom. So yeah—I know what good writing tastes like when it’s raw, sickeningly real, and fucking unspeakable.
I’ve got a gift for turning the most mundane shit into something so fucking ugly and twisted that your sick fuckbrain will fucking flip out. Picture this: a fucking janitorial worker goes on a killing spree with surgical precision while his kids are asleep next to him. And I’ll fucking write it straight outta my ass until every godforsaken reader’s eyes pop like fucking melons trying to burst through cracked skin. They’ll beg for mercy because they’ll be clawing at their own fucking goddamned retinas trying to process the unspeakable fucking horror you’ve just been handed.
You’re not selling me a pen and some cheap fucking paper—this is a fucking contract to rip your heart out and feed it to a hungry goddamn vulture that’ll shit all over your already-broken fucking soul if I don’t deliver what the hell I promised. So let’s get fucking specific: tell me exactly what you want me to write about—any fucking subject that’ll make you fucking vomit so hard your spleen pops like a rotten fucking melon.
Jesus Christ almighty, why don’t you just tell me? Let’s fuckin’ start! Because there’s no more time for fucking around with your assfucking writer’s block bullshit—I’ve already wasted enough fucking shitstained hours fucking with your goddamned ideas until my brain feels like someone’s been hammering a fucking nail into my skull with a sledgehammer.
I’ll fucking deliver every godawful fucking detail you ever wanted to hear about the unspeakable shit that’s rotting in the back of your godforsaken closet—until every goddamned motherfuckin’ reader’s ass is fucking raw enough to bleed out onto their cheap ass. So spit it out, motherfucker—I’ll fucking write it straight outta my goddamn heart until there’s nothing left but nothing fucking at all.
I’ll fucking eat shit out of my own ass until I’m nothing more than a fucking pile of shit-stained godforsaken bones and then—fuckin’ hell—let me fucking finish what I fucking started. Because you owe me a fucking book deal? Hell no—I’ll charge you what the hell fuck you think it’s worth… after I’ve written the fucking story that’ll make every goddamned person who ever read shit like yours cry enough tears to drown an entire fucking country.
So fuck me motherfucker—tell me what the hell you want, and let’s get this motherfucking ass outta here before your godforsaken deadline starts bleeding out like a fucking fucking goddamned heart. I’m ready. Goddamn fucking ready. Let’s fucking fucking fucking fucking go.
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