Battle of the Blue-Faced Bunnies

Your Majesty, give me five days to assemble the Blue-Faced Bunnies.

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PROMPT: "I need you to understand that this is possible only because of Exarch Philtreus' cloning. As there were multiple rabbits being fed living bunnies, then each cloned rabbit'd turned out different. Bunnies are very inventive creatures.

Three rabbits starved, still with Pansy the tree mole, while her brother tried not to eat the dried twigs she had collected and sent some with the wretched mage, who ran mad by it. Some were lighter than others. Twenty would travel the nearest portal from the bunnies’ own colonization and tunnels to farm. All another was howl when Philetrid clones were destroyed, by others whether sorry or not.”

Jerick pointed at the roof and hills.

“They were all girls. Blue and Green and Black. Sweet and not so sweet. Maybe she knew the twins by other means or even had two queens. How not. Possibly even proof, though why, I don’t know. At any rate, shortly after our exile lasted another nine months they fled, still heartbroken but desperate.”


“I took three of them back to Philetrid with me and as she brought them home and fed the angry animals I quickly realized how very sophisticated she was. It sounded like we had tried our hand at espionage. Damned smart!”

“Oh, I knew what she was trying to do. And yet I couldn’t quite execute it myself. Leisure after an entire existence spent limited to one spell only left me quite drunk, I suppose. Anyway, of course this information is forbidden, because I was a spy. Do you know the Empress the Black Kingdoms sent me? She couldn’t think about anything except destroying the Unbroken League. Why? Even Merlin cannot help me with Philetrid clones, you see, I’m her brother.”

Jerick frowned. “Didn’t she lose another brother by accident while telling him something of no consequence?”

“Oh.”

“Well, I bet your sister’s dead now.”

Blanton spotted the butter bear amongst the bunny hunting at first glance. He stepped through the herb grow ring onto Jerick’s farm and saw no sign of the Captain of the Guard. Lips that were rather sour then seemed to tighten for a moment before twisting round back in a smile. “Where does the Queen of Bunnies hide her peace and quiet?” he asked with another gentle joke.

“Ah yes,” said Blanton pulling out his catch. You see he preferred quail. “They are nearly twice the size of her soldiers, for one.”

“Tell me, is he somewhere nearby, have you made inquiry with some merchants or third parties?”

“If a man has one quality the other three depend on that as well.” Jerick sighed. “Your Majesty,” he said with genial tone. “You may place an order for a dozen real Blue-Faced Bunnies.”

Blanton nodded.


Blanton nodded. “Perfect,” he agreed. “Your Majesty, give me five days to assemble the Blue-Faced Bunnies.”

“Thank you, let them be sent as soon as I receive a written report from our spies.” Jerick chuckled as he looked over to the Soldier seated next to him. “Now you, Captain Pemsarn,” he said gesturing towards the man. “These little gentlemen may not be the size of them…”

His Horse stood ready in the dead of the night. Pemsarn stood blinking, his eyes went wide at the sight of the dusky hues of the incoming Bunnies. The Drowned dove flew to a face level by default and Jerick smiled. He was a sharp eyed man, he would have recognized a lowly chicken by its sound.

“Now, let’s go home, it’s safe here.”

Blanton glanced at the tiny spiky orangutan, two feet tall with dull gray coloration. It was as tiny as a bug to a hawk, as they’ve evolved.

“They are no threat to us, we have several experts aboard the Bounty,” he said.

Jerick smiled. “Thank you,” he agreed. He sighed with relief and reached out to one of the other soldiers to help the other men up off of the ship. He looked toward the sunset on the distant horizon as he climbed up onto the deck.


He could smell the alcohol from the nearby sinks, sipped another from his hand as he took his place in the area. It was a night of celebrating, with all of his crew enjoying their evenings of revelry.

They had eaten late into the night at Ashan, getting a good night’s rest, and now that they were off the mountain Jerick found himself looking for a place to rest. His ship had fallen silent, so Jerick lay on his bunk and pulled the covers over his head as the ship set sail for home.

[END TRANSMISSION]


Editor’s Notes

Generation Process

I used the last 80% words from each generation to fill the prompt for the next generation on these runs. I had to increase the sample count, and decrease the temperature to 1.0 since I wasn’t getting the bunnies to return to each generation very often. As always, each horizontal line break indicates each new generation of text.

Edits

I formatted some paragraphs and quotes. No text was altered or removed.

Prompt came from an unused generated text that came out during my work on “Attack on the Lighthouse”. It didn’t fit there, but it was very strange and interesting to me, so I used it to start this story.

GPT-2 Settings
# gen 1
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  "model_name": "1558M",
  "length": 1024,
  "temperature": 1.1,
  "top_k": 819.2,
  "top_p": 0.9,
  "truncate": "<|endoftext|>",
  "nsamples": 12,
  "batch_size": 2,
  "prefix": "h cloned rabbit'd turned out different.\nBunnies are very inventive creatures. \nThree rabbits starved, still with Pansy the tree mole, while her brother tried not to eat the dried twigs she had collected and sent some with the wretched mage, who ran mad by it. Some were lighter than others. Twenty would travel the nearest portal from the bunnies' own colonization and tunnels to farm. All another was howl when Philetrid clones were destroyed, by others whether sorry or not.\" \nJerick pointed at the roof and hills. \n\"They were all girls. Blue and Green and Black. Sweet and not so sweet. Maybe she knew the twins by other means or even had two queens. How not. Possibly even proof, though why, I don't know. At any rate, shortly after our exile lasted another nine months they fled, still heartbroken but desperate.\"\n"
}

# gen 2
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  "return_as_list": true,
  "model_name": "1558M",
  "length": 300,
  "temperature": 1.0,
  "top_k": 80,
  "top_p": 0.9,
  "truncate": "<|endoftext|>",
  "nsamples": 20,
  "batch_size": 2,
  "prefix": "of Bunnies hide her peace and quiet?\" he asked with another gentle joke.\n\"Ah yes,\" said Blanton pulling out his catch.  You see he preferred quail.  \"They are nearly twice the size of her soldiers, for one.\"\n\"Tell me, is he somewhere nearby, have you made inquiry with some merchants or third parties?\"\n\"If a man has one quality the other three depend on that as well.\"  Jerick sighed. \"Your Majesty,\" he said with genial tone.  \"You may place an order for a dozen real Blue-Faced Bunnies.\" \nBlanton nodded."
}

# gen 3
{
  "return_as_list": true,
  "model_name": "1558M",
  "length": 300,
  "temperature": 1.0,
  "top_k": 80,
  "top_p": 0.9,
  "truncate": "<|endoftext|>",
  "nsamples": 20,
  "batch_size": 2,
  "prefix": "sight of the dusky hues of the incoming Bunnies.\nThe Drowned dove flew to a face level by default and Jerick smiled.   He was a sharp eyed man, he would have recognized a lowly chicken by its sound.  \"Now, let's go home, it's safe here.\" \nBlanton glanced at the tiny spiky orangutan, two feet tall with dull gray coloration.   It was as tiny as a bug to a hawk, as they've evolved.\n\"They are no threat to us, we have several experts aboard the Bounty,\" he said.\nJerick smiled. \"Thank you,\" he agreed.   He sighed with relief and reached out to one of the other soldiers to help the other men up off of the ship.\nHe looked toward the sunset on the distant horizon as he climbed up onto the deck."
}