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ignores the selected generator — each prompt comes from a random generator (job badge shows which)

Quick run — for custom batches, add prompts on the Prompts page and Start. Story templates live in meta/story-templates.txt.

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ACT II — THE CONTROL ROOM — (watching other people fight:1.3) (the same recurring cast, consistent faces, bodies and clothing across every image, identical character design:1.2) Featuring Sergeant Kade, armourer, forearms like winch cable, a welding mask pushed up on the forehead, drums of ammunition stacked behind; also Lieutenant Dana Sorren, frame pilot, a flight suit with three kill marks, hair cropped under a helmet, a photograph taped inside the cockpit; and at the back of the room, Corporal Bright, trainee pilot, too young for the suit, a helmet two sizes large, chewed fingernails on the control sticks. a gunner checking the turret travel by hand, in the darkened room with the map projected on the wall. No light but sodium lamps hazing the apron, and the room reads proud of a hard-won frame. (Dark room lit by monitors, backs of heads, one pilot's face). a 14mm with the screens wrapping the room; cockpit framing with instruments crowding the edges; graded ice blue, steel and orange lamp. Watching a screen that is not theirs: the one who thinks the war is already lost. Written down but never reported: a drink taken at an hour nobody saw. Across the headsets: a hand on a shoulder instead of a sentence. BREAK a boarding ladder rung huge at the edge; on the tiled floor, mud caked on frame feet, oil pooled in a drain trench; and going cold on a desk, fitters eating on a crate, a rat along the cable trays. Filling the far wall: the city skyline smoking. The turn: an order given twice and then withdrawn. BREAK a pilot who has not slept, a replacement pilot nobody has met, a rotation list with the same names on it. BREAK Reflected in the screens: light running along a rail, the polished brass of a worn instrument bezel, hot metal spitting sparks, chrome catching hangar light. (mecha control room, screens, cinematic:1.2) ice blue, steel and orange lamp. Avoid text, lettering, watermark, signature, extra fingers, deformed hands, extra limbs, blurry, low detail, jpeg artifacts, organic monsters, medieval weaponry, fantasy magic, hand-drawn linework. · queued — waiting for the driver

Job p1789250386-353 complete

prompt: (THE DAWN PATROL — a pair of hummingbirds in mid-air — old and satisfied — playing with a companion in pure joy — first of the day in a snow-covered alpine meadow:1.3). the long gold of the very last light of mornings, gentle snow falling in a hushed world of the first light. a sentinel standing guard while others feed forming up. the vulnerability of a young animal alone: the day begun correctly. dramatic and powerful: readiness. a song flinging itself across a valley a morning roll-call. a 180mm macro for the small things, a tight head-and-shoulder crop on the eye. BREAK out-of-focus grass blades framing the bottom dew-lit grass; dry grass flattened into a sleeping hollow, the dappled shadow-ground of a canopy the first tracks of the day; a cricket tuning up in the margins, a solitary fly polishing its eyes, a worm casting on damp earth waking alongside. the dark shoulder of an approaching front the sun's first statement. BREAK a lens-flare sun through a canopy the whole rim of things catching light. the silvering muzzle of age lit from the side. a second of calm in the middle of the commotion, a vertebra polished by the sun, a second shadow crossing the first, a butterfly probing a flower too heavy for it (wildlife photography, telephoto, razor sharp detail:1.2)

exact prompt sent: imagine (THE DAWN PATROL — a pair of hummingbirds in mid-air — old and satisfied — playing with a companion in pure joy — first of the day in a snow-covered alpine meadow:1.3). the long gold of the very last light of mornings, gentle snow falling in a hushed world of the first light. a sentinel standing guard while others feed forming up. the vulnerability of a young animal alone: the day begun correctly. dramatic and powerful: readiness. a song flinging itself across a valley a morning roll-call. a 180mm macro for the small things, a tight head-and-shoulder crop on the eye. BREAK out-of-focus grass blades framing the bottom dew-lit grass; dry grass flattened into a sleeping hollow, the dappled shadow-ground of a canopy the first tracks of the day; a cricket tuning up in the margins, a solitary fly polishing its eyes, a worm casting on damp earth waking alongside. the dark shoulder of an approaching front the sun's first statement. BREAK a lens-flare sun through a canopy the whole rim of things catching light. the silvering muzzle of age lit from the side. a second of calm in the middle of the commotion, a vertebra polished by the sun, a second shadow crossing the first, a butterfly probing a flower too heavy for it (wildlife photography, telephoto, razor sharp detail:1.2)

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