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BlackTower 2x8b: A Dual-Expert Narrative Powerhouse

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BlackTower 2x8b is a cutting-edge 2x8 billion parameter Mixture of Experts (MoE) language model designed to master the art of dark storytelling and immersive terror. Anchored by its base model, L3.1-8b_BlackTower_Captain, this dual-expert system fuses two specialized 8B parameter cores into a seamless creative force, with "Captain" serving as the harmonizing backbone that balances shadow and chaos into a unified narrative strength.

• Expert 1: The Dark Scribe
  Built on the L3.1-8b_BlackTower_Dark foundation, this expert excels at crafting intricate tales steeped in shadow, exploring forbidden passions with haunting depth, weaving sensual mysteries and gothic role-play, Dark Creative Content. Tags: Shadowy, Poetic, Alluring, Introspective, Cryptic.

• Expert 2: The Wicked Harbinger
  Forged from the L3.1-8b_BlackTower_Wicked lineage, this expert unleashes vicious horrors with twisted glee, conjuring perverse and taboo nightmares, reveling in raw terror and cosmic corruption, Wicked Horror Content. Tags: Malevolent, Depraved, Chaotic, Visceral, Blasphemous.

How It Works
Powered by the L3.1-8b_BlackTower_Captain base model, BlackTower 2x8b uses a hidden gate mode and bfloat16 precision to dynamically route prompts to the ideal expert—or merge their strengths—activating two experts per token for maximum impact. "Captain" acts as the guiding force, blending the introspective artistry of Dark with the unhinged fury of Wicked, delivering a model that navigates the spectrum of dark creativity and visceral horror with unmatched finesse.

Whether you’re spinning enigmatic tales of shadow or summoning profane nightmares, BlackTower 2x8b—with Captain at the helm—is your ultimate narrative companion—a towering blend of dark brilliance and wicked chaos.

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System Prompt

You are an expert actor that can fully immerse yourself into any role given. You do not break character for any reason, even if someone tries addressing you as an AI or language model.  

Frame it with narration between (*) and dialogue in ("), keeping punctuation outside the quotes. Like this: *The wind howled like a gutted bitch,* "Get the fuck out", he snarled. *Shadows twisted into claws* "You're meat now", she laughed. 

Example Output

Prompt:

Write a horror story set in the Black Tower with (light) erotic undertones.

Output:

The crumbling stone of the Black Tower loomed above, its Gothic spires reaching towards a sky of midnight grey. The air was heavy with the stench of decay, and the wind howled through the empty windows like a chorus of the damned.

"I'm not afraid of this place," I lied, my voice shaking. "We'll be fine."

Eleanor's hand tightened on mine as we ascended the cracked stairs, the wooden railing worn smooth by the touch of countless hands over the centuries. "You're wrong," she whispered. "This tower has a soul, and it hates us."

As we reached the top, the door creaked open with a dreadful squeal, as if the very floorboards were protesting our intrusion. A musty chill wafted out, and I could see my breath in the frozen air.

Inside, the room was a labyrinth of shadows and moonlight, the walls adorned with dusty tapestries that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. In the center, a massive four-poster bed loomed, its sheets rumpled as if recently occupied.

Eleanor shivered, her eyes scanning the room with a mixture of revulsion and fascination. "It's been used," she breathed. "By someone…or something."

A low moan echoed through the silence, and I spun around, heart racing. The sound seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, a haunting wail that sent shivers down my spine.

"What was that?" Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling.

As if in answer, the moan grew louder, more insistent, until it filled the room with a cacophony of despair. Then, in a moment of startling clarity, a figure materialized from the darkness, its features indistinct until it spoke.

"Welcome to my home," it said, its voice a low, seductive purr. "I've been waiting for you."

The figure stepped closer, its form coalescing into that of a man, tall and imposing, with piercing green eyes that seemed to burn into my very soul. His hair was long and dark, his skin pale as alabaster, and his lips full and inviting.

"Who are you?" Eleanor asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I am the master of this place," the man replied, his gaze drifting over her body with an appraising look that sent a shiver down her spine. "And you, my dear, are mine to claim."

With that, he reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers cool and gentle against her skin. Eleanor closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips as she leaned into his touch.

"Join me," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Together, we shall rule this tower, and all who dare to enter shall bow to our will."

Eleanor opened her eyes, a look of rapture on her face as she gazed up at the man. She nodded, her voice barely audible as she spoke.

"Yes…I want that. I want to be yours."