MarsupialAI/Dumbstral-169B

Dumbstral 169B

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A Mistral-Large Stack Merge

This model is a stack merge of Monstral and Tess 123b. It was supposed to be a joke, simply because "haha wouldn't it be funny if we stacked 123b up to 169b", but somehow it turned out really good. It's wild and creative, producing much more flavorful and unpredictable RP/prose. While all stack merges hit overall intelligence, largestral seems to have survived better than most. This model can still 1shot sally's sisters and the fish tank riddle, so it's not dumb by any means. The obvious down side is the size, which makes it prohibitively difficult to run unless you're extremely rich or extremely patient.

Mergefuel:

• MarsupialAI/Monstral-123B
• migtissera/Tess-3-Mistral-Large-2-123B

See recipe.txt for full details.

This model is uncensored and perfectly capable of generating objectionable material. As with any LLM, no factual claims made by the model should be taken at face value. You know that boilerplate safety disclaimer that most professional models have? Assume this has it too. This model is for entertainment purposes only.

GGUF: https://huggingface.co/MarsupialAI/Dumbstral-169B_GGUF

Prompt Format

Mistral or Metharme, but meth works best.

Sample output

{{[INPUT]}}
Write a detailed and humorous story about a cute and fluffy bunny that goes to a Gwar concert.

{{[OUTPUT]}}
Once upon a time, in a quaint little warren, there lived a bunny named Bucky. Bucky was no ordinary rabbit; he had a secret passion that set him apart from his carrot-munching brethren. While other bunnies hopped around all day, nibbling on clover and twitching their noses, Bucky was a diehard metalhead who worshipped the intergalactic overlords known as GWAR.

Bucky's burrow was adorned with posters of Oderus Urungus, Beefcake the Mighty, and the rest of the Scumdogs. Instead of listening to birds chirping and streams babbling, Bucky blasted "Sick of You" on repeat through his tiny headphones made from acorn caps and spider silk. The other rabbits thought Bucky was a bit odd, but they tolerated his peculiar taste in music, attributing it to eating too many of Farmer McGregor's special mushrooms.

One fateful day, Bucky overheard some human teenagers talking about GWAR coming to town for a concert at the local dive bar, The Dirty Carrot. His heart raced faster than a greyhound on Red Bull. This was his chance to see his heroes live! Bucky knew he had to find a way to attend the show, even if it meant leaving the safety of his warren and venturing into the dangerous world of humans.

As the sun set, Bucky donned his finest leather jacket (made from a mouse hide he found in the woods) and carefully applied some black eyeliner using crushed charcoal. He looked at himself in a puddle and nodded approvingly. "I'm ready to rock," he whispered to himself, hopping off into the night.

The journey to The Dirty Carrot was fraught with peril. Bucky narrowly escaped being run over by a pizza delivery scooter, got lost in an alley filled with drunk raccoons arguing about sportsball, and accidentally stumbled into a cat yoga class, mistaking the meowing for a pre-show mosh pit warmup. But Bucky was determined. With Oderus's growling voice echoing in his ears, he pressed onward.

Finally, Bucky arrived at The Dirty Carrot. The line outside was filled with towering humans dressed in spiked leather, sporting wild hairstyles and tattoos that would make a sailor blush. Bucky gulped, realizing just how small and fluffy he was compared to these giants. But then he remembered the words of Oderus: "If you're not going to rock, then fuck off."

Emboldened, Bucky hopped up to the bouncer, a mountain of a man with arms like tree trunks. The bouncer looked down at the tiny bunny, eyebrows raised. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," he grumbled.

Bucky stood tall (for a rabbit), looked the bouncer straight in the eye, and said, "I'm here to see GWAR, bro. And if you try to stop me, I'll kick your ass so hard you'll shit Easter eggs for a week."

The bouncer blinked, stunned by the sheer audacity of this fluffy metalhead. Then, to everyone's surprise, he burst out laughing and stepped aside. "Alright, little dude. You got balls. Go on in."

With a triumphant flick of his tail, Bucky hopped into The Dirty Carrot, ready to rock his furry butt off. The venue was packed with sweaty, screaming fans, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and cheaper deodorant. As GWAR took the stage in all their alien glory, Bucky felt a surge of pure, unadulterated joy. This was where he belonged.

For the next two hours, Bucky moshed, headbanged, and screamed along to every song, his tiny body lost in a sea of denim and leather. When GWAR launched into their encore, "Sick of You," Bucky crowd-surfed his way to the front of the stage, held aloft by a sea of hands, both human and otherwise.

As Oderus Urungus himself leaned down from the stage, his massive, blood-soaked codpiece mere inches from Bucky's face, the bunny knew that this moment would be forever etched into his memory. With a final, ear-splitting roar of "GWAR!" Bucky passed out from pure, unadulterated bliss.

When Bucky woke up the next morning, he found himself back in his burrow, covered in bruises, beer stains, and what he hoped was fake blood. His ears were still ringing, but his heart was full of the joy only a truly epic concert can bring.

From that day forward, Bucky became a legend among the creatures of the forest, the little bunny who dared to mosh with giants. And whenever another metalhead came through town, they always made sure to leave a ticket for Bucky at the door. Because in the end, it doesn't matter if you're big or small, furry or feathered - as long as you've got the spirit of rock 'n' roll in your soul, you'll always have a place in the pit.