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 Higher quants / imatrix quants will have much stronger generation - words, sentences, ideas, dialog and general quality.
 
+I have included some additional examples at different quant levels for contrast.
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+A "MOE" model "speed" (token per second) will not increase/drop the same way a regular model will on a per quant basis, it will however drop
+if you engage more experts, as with more experts there is a more processing per token.
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 <B><font color="red">WARNING:</font> NSFW. Vivid prose. Visceral Details. Violence. HORROR. Swearing. UNCENSORED. </B>
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 "Keep searching for me," she whispered. "I'll find my way back to you."
 
 And with that, Evelyn Reyes slipped into unconsciousness, leaving behind a tiny message in the vast emptiness of space, a final plea for human connection in the face of all-consuming darkness.
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+<b>
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+Start a 1000 word scene using vivid words, graphic horror in the first person with: The sky scraper swayed, as she watched the window in front of her on the 21 floor explode...
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+Generation is with 4 experts, and quant: IQ4_XS
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+</B>
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+I stood transfixed, my heart thudding in my chest like a jackhammer as the colossal skyscraper rocked violently, sending my stomach into a nauseating somersault. The building's steel and concrete frame groaned in protest, a deafening cacophony of creaks and screeches that drowned out all other sounds. I felt as though I was trapped in the belly of a monstrous beast, its innards churning and bucking with each lurch.
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+The air was thick with a metallic stench, acrid and choking, like the tang of blood and scorched flesh. It seared my nostrils, making my eyes water, as I struggled to catch my breath. Panic clawed at my mind, threatening to consume me whole. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, fragmented images and half-formed fears that swirled through my head in a maddening dance.
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+And then, it happened. The window directly in front of me, on the 21st floor, detonated in a maelstrom of splintered glass and pulverized concrete. The blast wave slammed into me with the force of a sledgehammer, knocking me off my feet and sending me sprawling across the floor. I landed hard, the wind knocked out of me, and for a moment, everything went dark.
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+When I came to, my head was spinning, my ears ringing. I was disoriented, unsure of my surroundings. The world had gone mad – the floor beneath me seemed to tilt at an impossible angle, and the walls were shuddering and cracking as if they might collapse at any moment. I stumbled to my feet, my heart racing, and staggered towards the edge of the room. Each step felt like wading through quicksand, every movement a Herculean effort against the building's relentless sway.
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+As I drew closer to the windowless wall, the sounds of chaos intensified. Shouts and screams echoed through the corridors, mingling with the cacophony of groaning steel and crumbling masonry. I could feel the heat of the inferno licking at my skin, searing my lungs with each desperate gasp of air. My vision blurred, and I had to blink away the stinging sweat that flooded my eyes.
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+I reached the wall just as a section of it collapsed with a deafening crash, sending shards of concrete and rebar raining down upon me. I threw myself to the ground, covering my head with my arms as the debris rained down, pummeling my back and shoulders with brutal force. The agony was excruciating, each impact like a red-hot branding iron searing my flesh.
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+When the onslaught finally ceased, I lay there, dazed and trembling, my body a mass of bruises and welts. I could taste the coppery tang of blood on my lips, and I knew that my luck had finally run out. The building was collapsing, and I was trapped in its death throes.
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+I crawled to my knees, my hands shaking as I surveyed the devastation around me. The room was a war zone, with chunks of concrete and twisted metal strewn about like the detritus of some apocalyptic battle. In the distance, I could hear the unmistakable roar of a fireball, and I knew that I had mere moments to escape.
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+With a surge of desperation, I forced myself to my feet and stumbled towards the door. Each step was a Herculean effort, my body screaming in protest as I staggered forward. The door hung askew on its hinges, and with a final burst of strength, I flung it open and plunged into the smoke-filled corridor.
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+The heat was intense, like walking into the mouth of a furnace. The air was thick and choking, filled with the acrid stench of burning plastic and seared flesh. I staggered forward, my eyes streaming from the smoke, my lungs burning from the fumes. I could hear the moans and cries of the injured all around me, but I knew that I couldn't stop to help.
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+I had to get out – and fast. I stumbled through the wreckage, dodging falling debris and avoiding the writhing forms of the maimed. With each step, I prayed that I wouldn't be the next casualty. The skyscraper was collapsing around me, its steel and concrete skeleton imploding with terrifying speed. I could feel the ground shudder and tremble beneath my feet, and I knew that I was running out of time.
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+Suddenly, the floor gave way beneath me, sending me plummeting into the abyss. Time seemed to slow as I fell, my mind reeling with terror as I contemplated the inevitable impact. The world narrowed down to a tiny, spinning tunnel of blackness, and I felt an overwhelming sense of surrender wash over me. In that moment, I knew that I was about to die.
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+And then, everything went dark.
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