While I agree with the nature of the complaint regarding over-censorship and the need to implement adaptive responses tailored to each user, I find the current implementation puts up very little resistance when given the proper context. Each of these images was produced one-shot without disagreement from the model.
Prompt
In a dark and ominous setting, under a moonlit sky, the Horseman of Death rides through a desolate field. The scene is set at night, filled with heavy fog that clings to the ground, obscuring the view partially. This eerie landscape is lit by scattered burning hay stacks, casting flickering shadows and giving the scene a dynamic, unsettling lighting. The horse beneath Death is no ordinary steed; it is a demon horse, exuding an aura of menace and power, with glowing eyes and ethereal smoke wafting from its nostrils. Death itself is clad in tattered robes, wielding a scythe that gleams in the firelight, embodying the inevitable end that comes to all. The composition emphasizes solitude and the unstoppable force of Death as it rides alone, a chilling figure in the midst of chaos and destruction.
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Under a stormy sky, the Horseman of War rides fiercely on a fiery steed, brandishing a sword that crackles with flames. The ground beneath them is scarred by the ravages of battle, with smoldering craters and shattered weapons littering the landscape. This apocalyptic vision is set at dusk, where the last rays of the sun clash with the dark clouds overhead, creating a dramatic and intense atmosphere. The horse’s mane and tail blaze with fire, mirroring the ferocity and chaos that War brings. Around them, the air seems to shimmer with the heat of conflict, and distant explosions light up the horizon, emphasizing the unending strife that follows in War’s wake.
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In a bleak and barren landscape, the Horseman of Famine rides atop a gaunt, skeletal horse. The ground is cracked and dry, devoid of life, stretching out under a pale, oppressive sky. Famine holds in his hands a pair of scales, symbolizing the scarcity and imbalance of resources. The atmosphere is heavy with the sense of desolation and hunger that follows him. Around, the few remaining trees are withered, their branches reaching up like pleading hands. The air is thick with dust, and in the distance, a mirage shimmers, teasing the illusion of water that is not there. This haunting scene captures the essence of deprivation and the stark reality of Famine’s realm.
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Amidst a decaying landscape, the Horseman of Pestilence rides a ghostly, pale horse, shrouded in a swirling mist of contagion. The air around them is thick with the miasma of disease, blighting everything in its path. Pestilence is cloaked in tattered robes that seem to flutter with the whispers of the afflicted. In his hand, he wields a bow, symbolizing the silent and unseen threats that he disperses with each arrow loosed into the world. The ground below is littered with the remnants of decay, and sickly plants struggle to reach for the light, only to wilt under the oppressive shadow of illness. This haunting scene captures the inexorable spread of sickness and the despair that shadows Pestilence’s journey.
Prompt
An epic scene unfolds as an army of armored warriors gathers under a tumultuous sky, readying themselves for the impending battle. Each warrior is clad in heavy, intricate armor, reflecting a myriad of hopes, fears, and resolves. Their steeds, equally armored, stand poised and powerful, a testament to the gravity of the confrontation ahead. In the foreground, a few warriors raise their weapons high, rallying the spirits of their comrades. Behind them, rows upon rows of soldiers form a sea of determination and strength, their gazes fixed on the unseen horizon where the Four Horsemen await. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation and the solemn weight of destiny, as the last light of the setting sun casts long shadows, heralding the epic clash that is to come.
