<h1 id="introducing-mourne!-gajzac4tq">Introducing Mourne!</h1>Mourne is a bit of a first on a number of counts. First I've never created a character based off AI generated images before. Second, Mourne is NoobAI V-pred trained. Key Features: <ul><li>Black outer hair, pink inner hair</li><li>Pale violet eyes</li><li>A mouth on her stomach</li><li>Pale pink skin</li></ul><h1 id="lessons-learned-ovys09she">Lessons learned</h1>using AI as a base for training images means eyes and hands are just going to be pretty bad. Some sort of adetailer is going to be needed to fix them - I've trial and errored her quite a bit and in all iterations this is the case. NoobAI settings <ul><li>For onetrainer there's a special fix for a bug that the program has where you have to edit the json file and set vpred to true. This is why my earlier attempts didn't work. </li><li>Text encoder 3e-05, unet and lr: 3e-04, noising weight 0.2, 50 epochs, batch size 1, Adamw_8bit+ cosine with restarts, bfloat16 data type, debaised estimation loss weight function, 5.0 gamma, 68 training images, 5 repeats, 64 rank 32 alpha</li><li></li></ul><h1 id="story-gw55aalq6">Story</h1>Hildebrandt's Orchestra knew of the dangers of the summoning. Still they persisted. Eighteen hours and three bodies later Hildebrandt threw up his hands and stalked out of the castle to think. The chords had been correct, the sequence precise. What could have gone wrong? He lit a cigarette and stared at the claret black ocean, his thoughts calculating and recalculating the adagio tempo. So many years wasted. So much money, and more would need be spent to appease the families of the three dead members. With resignation finally overcoming him, he made his way back to the castle interior. His steps slowed as his ears finally registered ...nothing. No tuning of instruments, no chatter, not so much as a breath. The air in the room was cold and the electric generator had ceased its hum. His eyes struggled to make sense of the pool of gore in front of him. His orchestra had been ...packed into their instruments. Fingers spilled from flutes, heads screaming soundless anguish had been stuffed in Cellos and Tubas, Violins had been jammed through midsections. Hildebrandt's knees weakened and he collapsed to the cold stone floor. A sob wrenched itself from his throat. "Now now master, did you think there would be no cost?" A feathery light touch upon his shoulder brought his gaze round quickly. Unfortunately for Hildebrandt, not quickly enough. A vice like grip pulled his head back and he found his eyes staring into the blackness of eternity. Crashing white waves of polished ivory plummeted towards his face. The last thing Hildebrandt saw was a flash of violet and pink. Years later, it would be remarked that ever since losing his sight, Hildebrandt's music had gotten so much more...addicting.

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