Well, if you're on Renderosity that must mean you have a reasonably powerful graphics-card, and that means you can do it locally on your PC. And do it all for free, bar the electricity costs.

1. Install the free Jan.ai, and have it update to the latest Llama.cpp framework it runs on.

2. Then get the Cydonia 24B v4.3 GGUF (the 11Gb Cydonia-24B-v4zg-Q3_K_M.gguf if you only have a 12Gb card, or a higher/larger version if you have a 16Gb or 24Gb card) https://huggingface.co/TheDrummer/Cydonia-24B-v4.3-GGUF/tree/main

3. Open Jan and import the GGUF. You only do this once. In Jan, you then adjust Cyndonia's basic settings ('Temperature' etc) to those of Mistral Small 3.2, and also increase its 'Context Size' up from the basic 8k. These settings then persist from session to session.

4. Run Jan and use Cydonia 24B as a normal chatbot. "You are a helpful creative writing assistant. Write a story about X in the style of the author Y Z. The story should be approximately X,000 words and contain A B C" and so on.

Raw sample, generated just now:-

In the cosy heart of a country cottage lived a little mouse named Pipkin. One sunny Tuesday afternoon, while tidying his nest of fluff and all sorts of bodkins and oddkins, Pipkin discovered something most peculiar: a lost thimble, gleaming like a tiny silver star.

“Oh, what fun!” he squeaked to his sister, Petal. “I shall have some excitement in returning it to the kind Lady of the House.”

He tied the thimble to his tail, then scampered off and shot up the great, dark chimney, his whiskers twitching with intent. The chimney was a fearsome thing, a hollow pillar that roared and coughed when the fire was alight. But Pipkin was young and brave.

He strained to climb the old bricks, his little paws finding purchase in grimy nooks. Higher and higher he went, past the soot-stained hands of a walled-up clock and a curious stone like the grinning face of a gargoyle. At the top, he encountered the obstacle of all obstacles: a large, fat cat named Marmalade. She was dozing, sprawled on the roof-ridge, her whiskers twitching in her purring sleep.

Pipkin froze. The cat’s great purr rumbled across the roof like a distant thunderstorm. He held his breath, holding the silver thimble over his head with a curled-up tail. Then, with a courageous leap into the blue, he leaped past on the ridge, a silver flash against the tiles. It was the bravest thing the little fellow ever did.

Then off he went, down the leafy trellis on the side of the house. In he popped through the sitting-room window. The white table was laid for afternoon tea, and sun was glinting on the silver spoons. Pipkin dropped the thimble safely in an empty teacup, then ate a large iced bun down to the tiniest crumbs. Then, not noticing his sooty little paw-prints left on the white linen, he scampered off home to Petal.

On his return Petal asked, “Oh how brave you are, but... did you succeed?”

"Indeed I did" squeaked Pipkin, patting his round tummy which was full of delicious bun. "Thankfully Marmalade had slipped off the roof into the shrubbery, by the time I made my return journey. And now, I believe it’s time for my afternoon nap.”

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