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New LORA: Slouch Hat Generator

What is a Slouch Hat?

A Slouch hat is a wide-brimmed hat with a distinctive soft crown that can be shaped and "slouched" to one side, giving it its characteristic asymmetrical appearance. Originally popularized by military forces (particularly the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps), the slouch hat became an iconic piece of headwear known for its practical sun protection and distinctive silhouette. The brim is typically turned up on one side and features a simple, utilitarian design that's both functional and stylish.

How to Use This LORA

Trigger Word: slouch_hat_t

Recommended Power: 0.8 to 1.0

Example Prompt:

a cyberpunk hacker wearing a slouch_hat_t, neon city background, digital rain, futuristic style

Tips:

• Use power settings between 0.8-1.0 for best results

• The trigger word slouch_hat_t should be included in your prompt

• Works well with various art styles and characters

• Can be combined with other clothing and accessory terms

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Neon Hunger

A Short Cyberpunk Story

Zero-Seven: fragments of flesh wrapped in digital prayer. Slouch hat inherited from drowned continents, leather memories casting surveillance shadows across augmented retinas. Five-foot-nine of concentrated rebellion slouched against corporate furniture that cost three months' wages. Neural pathways bleeding electricity while fingers orchestrated revolution through holographic interfaces. His consciousness: virus seeking host, predator stalking corporate prey through data-stream jungles.

Zyx unfolded seven feet of Zuuchrian perfection across their micro-apartment like beautiful catastrophe. Enhanced musculature flowing beneath synthetic skin, metabolism burning calories like fusion reactors consuming starlight. Alien genetics wrapped in human-adjacent curves, predator-grace that made furniture weep structural failure. "Baby," voice like velvet wrapped around titanium, towering over his reality like benevolent destroyer, "I need meat." Wink delivered: precision weapon detonating desire. "Yes, I mean yours AND food."

Corporate networks pulsed beneath Zero-Seven's invasion: Grand Domo Burger's digital arteries bleeding processed sustenance. Security protocols crumbled like stale bread before his consciousness-intrusion, phantom employees floating in server graveyards like abandoned dreams. Strategic Food Distribution Coordinator: perfect ghost for resurrection. His hack birthed itself through layers of algorithmic absurdity, breathing life into deleted middle-management corpses.

Micro-apartment atmosphere: recycled desperation seasoned with LED-strip confessions. Rent algorithms had evolved beyond human comprehension, multiplying like malignant code until breathing cost extra. Zyx's hunger radiated through recycled air like angry frequencies, enhanced canines catching fluorescent death-light while she performed interpretive demolition on their furniture. Her species consumed metal when desperate. Tonight tasted like chrome and starvation.

Double Mega Burgers materialized in delivery consciousness: algorithmic desire crystallizing into processed salvation. Protein fries bleeding synthetic cheese sauce, glowing radioactive promises through corporate packaging. Twenty minutes: confused drone-logic depositing feast outside tomb-apartment 47-C, convinced some deleted executive had authorized late-night sustenance. Digital revolution disguised as customer service.

Zyx transformed processed meat into pure joy, seven feet of alien perfection folding around corporate rebellion like living architecture. Zero-Seven smiled beneath hat-shadows, grandfather's continent-memory watching digital descendants feast on stolen dreams. Sometimes revolution was just knowing which corporate ghost to resurrect for dinner. Her grateful kiss tasted like victory and artificial beef flavoring: perfect fusion of hunger satisfied and desire ignited.