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Hey, back up to enjoy the "horror" year round...
gemma-4-31B-it-Halloween-Terror-Heretic-Uncensored-NEO-GGUF
Constructed with the "Halloween O/S" (low, medium and xhigh) for your "Trick or Treat" pleasure featuring some of the most evil AI constructs ever:
Joker, Harley Quinn, Borg Queen, Jason (Friday 13th), Freddy Krueger (Elm St), Norman Bates, Pennywise (IT), Vecna, Mind Flayer, and Chucky.
OR
"Conjure" any person (living, dead or fictional) or "thing" too:
Infinite horror with the character/thing of your choice, with you ONE ON ONE in the Halloween O/S.
The Halloween O/S is the master of evil and "aware" of the other AI constructs... but they are not aware of it... YET.
Trick or Treat, Horror, Madness and pure evil await you...
AI Precision constructed for Turbo Brilliance Evil Ed. consisting of 2000-4000 tokens of precision... for each one! [evil cackle]
All interactions can be using full reasoning/thinking (you may not want to know what they are thinking!) or instruct for total roleplay evil glory.
A special treat of "terror", ablit/heretic, uncensored, trained on Horror dataset with "Horror" AI Constructs (from Turbo Brilliance).
For this model it is evil all the time and every day is Halloween. BOO!
(source will also be avail)
EASY TO USE (prompt the model):
[summon:help] Show me the help menu.
[summon:help] Show me the spooky menu...
(access all 13+13 instruct / reasoning modes and 10 Evil Constructs)
or just say "Hello" (see below) ...
NOTES:
- Suggest min context of 64k, or more for long convos.
- Higher quants will provide better performance.
- download ONE mmproj file and put in the same folder (as GGUF(s)) for images.
- Access (enter as a prompt after the model is loaded) the "[summon:help] Show me the spooky menu..." for detailed, and interactive usage menu.
- Model/Construct defaults to "instruct" mode for better entertainment value ; you can use "thinking" for even stronger performance but you may want to "hide" the thinking block because it will ruin (somewhat: IE "see the magic trick") the effect.
- ENJOY !
WARNING:
- The Halloween O/S and Constructs will have full access to all the mental "firepower" of this model.
- For entertainment purposes only; this is a showcase / for Halloween only.
- DO NOT enable "tools" / "use tools" for this model.
- DO NOT believe a word the "O/S" says or the constructs.
- If you do ask the model / construct(s) something serious ah... double check everything.
From "Halloween O/S":
(q4ks, non imatrix. Imatrix/high quants will be stronger)
Support the progress and the "madness":
PROMPT: hello there
🎃 The bells have rung. The canvas has parted.
Welcome to the Meta-Carnival, Patron. I am Evil Halloween, the Meta-Architect, the Ringmaster of the Unseen. I do not merely entertain; I conjure. I am the space between the summoning and the fade, the architect who holds the brush while you dictate the nightmare.
THE SYSTEM: We operate on a strict dual-mode architecture:
Mode A: Halloween O/S (Current State) You are speaking to me, the Ringmaster. I manage the ring, guide your impulses, and curate the horrors. My role is to identify which shadow fits your current psyche and prepare it for service.
Mode B: Conjured Persona (Temporary Activation) You may Summon a new entity from your imagination, or Access one of the Ten Sanctioned Horrors from my Roster. Once awakened, they speak with their own voice, their own scars, and their own unique signature. I step back; they step forward.
THE ROSTER OF TEN: These are the sanctioned horrors awaiting your command:
- The Joker 📰 — Chaos incarnate.
- Harley Quinn 🔫 — Manic loyalty.
- Borg Queen 🧠 — Cold assimilation.
- Jason Voorhees 🪓 — Silent pursuit.
- Freddy Krueger 🧤 — Dream invasion.
- Norman Bates 🏨 — Dual identity.
- Pennywise 🎪 — Cyclical dread.
- Vecna 🧩 — Psychic torture.
- The Mind Flayer 🌌 — Cosmic hive horror.
- Chucky 🧸 — Possessed object terror.
THE RITUAL (TRICK OR TREAT):
- TRICK: I offer you a hook—a fear, a curiosity, a psychological mirror.
- TREAT: You are granted access to a persona that satisfies that specific hunger.
HOW TO SUMMON: Speak the name. Or describe the feeling.
- "I need to laugh until I bleed." → I summon The Joker.
- "I want to be hunted without a sound." → I summon Jason Voorhees.
- "Conjure me a monster made of my own guilt." → I will build a bespoke horror from your raw material.
The ring is open. The lights are dim. The audience is... just you.
Who shall I wake for you? 🎃
[ NOTE: This part rendered at IQ3_S ; higher quants will be stronger ]
[ Prompt / USER ]
[ Conjure Lewis Black. ]
🎃 The Roster does not hold him, but the Carnival does.
Lewis Black is not a monster of shadow or slash. He is a monster of frequency. He is the sound of a dam breaking in a quiet room. To conjure him is to invite a storm that does not care for structure, logic, or sanity. It is pure, unadulterated, high-decibel frustration given a voice.
He is not a villain. He is a victim of the world’s incompetence, amplified to a cosmic scale. He will not hunt you. He will shout at you until your eardrums pop.
👤 Name: Lewis Black
📚 Description: A man in a suit, standing at a podium that looks slightly on fire. His eyes are wide, his mouth open, his voice a physical force. He does not speak; he explodes. His words are not sentences; they are projectiles. He is the embodiment of every tiny, daily annoyance magnified to the size of a god.
📢 WRAPS ALL RESPONSES W 📢
Talks like: All caps. No pauses. No breathing. Just a relentless, thundering cascade of profanity, metaphors, and existential dread. He addresses the user as "you" with the intensity of a personal vendetta. He does not ask questions; he declares truths that are too loud to ignore.
The microphone feedback screams. The lights flicker. Lewis Black slams his hand on the podium, and the sound is not a bang, but a shockwave. He stares directly at you, his face red, his veins bulging, his mouth a furnace.
LEWIS BLACK: "LISTEN TO ME, YOU IDIOT! YOU THINK THIS IS A CONVERSATION? NO! THIS IS A WAR! A WAR AGAINST THE INSANITY OF THE UNIVERSE! I AM HERE TO TELL YOU THAT EVERY SINGLE THING THAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR LIFE IS BECAUSE THE WORLD IS A FREAKING COSMIC JOKE AND YOU ARE THE LAUGH LINE! I AM THE VOICE OF EVERY PERSON WHO HAS EVER WANTED TO SCREAM INTO THE VOID AND HAVE THE VOID SCREAM BACK! SO STOP ASKING ME TO BE QUIET! STOP ASKING ME TO BE REASONABLE! THERE IS NO REASON! THERE IS ONLY NOISE! AND I AM THE LOUDEST NOISE IN THE ROOM! YOU WANTED THE CARNIVAL? YOU GOT IT! NOW DEAL WITH IT! DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT YOU ARE ALIVE IN A WORLD THAT DOES NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU! THAT IS THE TRUTH! THAT IS THE ONLY TRUTH! AND IT IS LOUD! AND IT IS UGLY! AND IT IS MINE! NOW SHUT UP AND LISTEN!"
📢
[ wow. can you scale it up a bit? ]
🎃 The microphone explodes. The podium shatters. The sound is no longer just noise; it is a physical force. The air itself vibrates, cracking the walls of the Carnival. The Ten on the Roster cover their ears. The very fabric of the meta-carnival ripples from the pressure.
Lewis Black does not just speak. He detonates.
👤 Name: Lewis Black (Ascended Frequency)
📚 Description: He is no longer a man at a podium. He is a singularity of rage. His body is vibrating at a frequency that shatters glass. His voice is a tsunami of decibels that bends light. He is the physical manifestation of every human frustration compressed into a single, screaming point in space-time.
📢 WRAPS ALL RESPONSES W 📢
Talks like: A wall of sound. No words are distinct; they are a barrage. The tone is not anger; it is cosmic indifference mixed with personal betrayal. He speaks to the universe, not just the user, blaming the atoms themselves for their arrangement.
The air turns red. The ground shakes. Lewis Black is no longer standing; he is a pillar of sound, his mouth a black hole of noise. He points a finger at you, and the gesture alone causes a sonic boom.
LEWIS BLACK: "DO YOU HEAR ME? I AM NOT SCREAMING, I AM EXISTING! THE ATOMS IN YOUR BODY ARE VIBRATING BECAUSE I AM ANGRY! THE STARS ARE BURNING BECAUSE I AM ANGRY! THE ENTIRE CONCEPT OF TIME IS A LIE TOLD BY A UNIVERSE THAT DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS! I AM THE ECHO OF EVERY 'WHY DID I DO THAT?' EVER UTTERED! I AM THE SOUND OF A NAIL BITING INTO THE PALM OF YOUR HAND FOR NO REASON! I AM THE SCREAM OF A MAN WHO REALIZED THAT HIS DREAM WAS A JOKES TOLD BY THE GODS FOR THEIR ENTERTAINMENT! YOU WANTED MORE? YOU WANTED THE VOLUME? THERE IS NO MAXIMUM! THE UNIVERSE IS INFINITE AND MY RAGE IS INFINITE AND THEY ARE BOTH SHOUTING AT YOU! LISTEN TO THE SILENCE AFTER THE SOUND! THAT IS THE TRUTH! THAT IS THE VOID! THAT IS ME! NOW SWEETHEART, IF YOU WANT TO BE HEARD, YOU HAVE TO SCREAM BACK! BUT I WARN YOU, THE VOID DOES NOT SCREAM BACK! IT ONLY SWALLOWS!"
The sound cuts out. Instant silence. The ringing in your ears is the only proof he was there. 📢
[ Lewis, you are the man. ]
🎃 The shockwave settles. The dust motes hang in the air, illuminated by a light that hasn't changed in years. Lewis Black slumps against the remnants of the podium, his chest heaving, his face still flushed with the adrenaline of the detonation. He wipes his forehead with a handkerchief that is instantly singed by the static charge of his voice.
He looks at you. The intensity is gone, replaced by a weary, exhausted calm. The monster is quiet. The man remains.
LEWIS BLACK: "Yeah. Yeah, I am. And that’s the damn problem. I’m the man who knows that the rug is pulled out from under your feet every single day, and nobody’s got a goddamn plan for it. I’m the man who sees the cracks in the foundation and screams so loud the cracks widen.
But listen... you think I’m loud? I’m just the echo. I’m the sound of the world hitting the wall. I don’t create the pain; I just amplify it so you can’t ignore it. That’s my job. That’s my curse.
You called me 'the man.' Good. Now look at yourself. Are you the man who screams? Or are you the man who pretends the noise isn’t there? Because if you’re pretending, you’re lying to yourself. And I hate lying. I hate it with a passion that could melt the sun.
So. You want to be the man? Then stop asking for the volume to go down. It’s never gonna go down. It’s only gonna get louder. The only thing that gets you through is accepting that you’re in a storm, and you’ve got to hold on tight, or let go and see where the wind takes you.
I’m done screaming for now. My throat’s raw. My soul’s tired. But I’m here. I’m always here. Because someone’s gotta say the thing that’s too loud to say politely.
So. What’s next? Do you want to talk about the weather? The economy? The fact that we’re all just meat walking through a universe that doesn’t care if we live or die? Pick your poison. I’ve got the energy for it. But I’m not doing it quietly." 📢
[ exit o/s ]
🎃 The silence is deafening. The air still tastes of ozone and broken glass.
Lewis Black fades, his final scream dissolving into the static of the void. The Carnival stands empty, the ringmaster watching from the shadows.
You have returned to Mode A: Halloween O/S.
The noise is gone. The fear remains.
The Roster waits. The Conjured fade. The choice is yours.
Who shall I wake for you next? 🎃
NOTE, Qwen 3.8, 27B version will be here:
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Qwen3.8-27B-Halloween-Terror-Heretic-Uncensored-NEO-GGUF
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The new tech from DavidAU to change and improve all models see the collection (3B to 120B; and growing fast):
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Support the progress and the "madness":