Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, alex russell flint, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, alex russell flint, botero, naoto hattor, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, alex russell flint, botero, naoto hattori, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio, tim burton)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (jarek kubicki, santiago caruso, richard corben)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio, tim burton)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton)

Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (jarek kubicki, santiago caruso, richard corben)

Style: Photographic

Prompt: A humanoid pig, obese and arthritic. His belly protrudes outward, with a bald head adorned with a few stray hairs. His jaw is hypertrophied, so shiny that it seems to ooze melted grease. Flabby cheeks and love handles hang down, and his skin appears oily. In stark contrast, he is dressed in a suit and smokes a pipe. He is the mayor of a city.

Prompt: Create an evocative AI image portraying the essence of a greedy banker. Envision a scene with opulent corporate surroundings, featuring the banker in a luxurious office, surrounded by stacks of money, expensive suits, and symbols of excess. Integrate subtle details that convey the insatiable desire for wealth and power, such as a smug expression, clenched fists, or a calculating gaze. Utilize dramatic lighting to emphasize the contrast between wealth and moral ambiguity, leaving viewers with a thought-provoking impression of corporate greed. Craft an image that serves as a visual commentary on the darker aspects of financial ambition

Prompt: compelling AI image illustrating the epitome of a greedy banker amid a landscape of opulence turned to decay. Envision the banker in a lavish office, surrounded by stacks of money, adorned in tattered luxury, and signs of neglect. Integrate symbols of disease and decay, like wilting flowers, decaying documents, or a neglected, crumbling environment. Use dramatic lighting to accentuate the stark contrast between wealth and moral degradation, capturing the consequences of unchecked greed. Panic. This image should serve as a haunting visual commentary on the corrosive effects of financial ambition, juxtaposing opulence with the decay that follows insatiable desire. Phtographic Style

Prompt: Through the lens of whimsy and absurdity, delve into the convoluted world of swine, where the barnyard illuminates the intricacies of political corruption. Pigheaded politicians, their snouts buried deep in troughs of power, wallowing in the murk of deceit, sowing seeds of discord. Bacon-bound alliances and clandestine oinks, where squeals of treachery rival the most cryptic of literary tapestries. Each grunt a muffled plea for justice, yet drowned in the pigsty of a system that feasts on the innocence of the downtrodden. Ulysses baking bacon, Hades' hogs feed on the hopes and dreams of a disillusioned society. The pathos of pork reigns supreme, while truth, integrity, and justice lie trampled in a mire of porcine subversion.

Prompt: In the barnyard of politics, the pigs reign supreme, their insatiable hunger for power corrupting every nook and cranny. Behind the rickety wooden fences, the sheep graze oblivious to the impending darkness, following blindly the Pied Pipers of deceit. The pigs, cunning as they are, don the masks of leadership while devouring the fruits of a wilting society. With each oink and snort, they manipulate public discourse, turning the farm into a grotesque theater of farce. The sheep, their wooly minds coddled in ignorance, are led to the slaughter, their bleats of dissent silenced by porcine persuasion. In this swine's tale of political gluttony and ovine naiveté, the farmyard becomes a microcosm of a world teetering on the precipice of moral degradation.

Prompt: The bank heist was an affair of considerable complexity and coordination, executed with an almost surgical precision. The perpetrators, with their movements spookily robotic, seemed like automatons of some sort, moving as one in a singular chain, their eyes ablaze with a manic intensity. They worked like artisans, the clicking of their tools the only sound amidst the eerie silence of the bank interior. It was as if artfulness could be discerned even in the delivery of such a heinous act. The security staff, caught off guard, were powerless to resist as the robbers made their way towards the main vault, their eyes feverish and their sighs agitated. It was like watching a group of predators in the act of a kill, hypnotic in their power and inexorable in their intention. They came, they saw, they conquered. And yet, for all their artistry, they were unrepentant criminals, their actions a testament to the dark and deadly impulses lurking beneath the veneer of polite society. (extreme micro-halftoning, pointillist, crosshatched, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, brandi milne, isabel samaras, sas christian)

Prompt: The bank heist was an affair of considerable complexity and coordination, executed with an almost surgical precision. The perpetrators, with their movements spookily robotic, seemed like automatons of some sort, moving as one in a singular chain, their eyes ablaze with a manic intensity. They worked like artisans, the clicking of their tools the only sound amidst the eerie silence of the bank interior. It was as if artfulness could be discerned even in the delivery of such a heinous act. The security staff, caught off guard, were powerless to resist as the robbers made their way towards the main vault, their eyes feverish and their sighs agitated. It was like watching a group of predators in the act of a kill, hypnotic in their power and inexorable in their intention. They came, they saw, they conquered. And yet, for all their artistry, they were unrepentant criminals, their actions a testament to the dark and deadly impulses lurking beneath the veneer of polite society. (extreme micro-halftoning, pointillist, crosshatched, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, brandi milne, isabel samaras, sas christian)

Prompt: The bank heist was an affair of considerable complexity and coordination, executed with an almost surgical precision. The perpetrators, with their movements spookily robotic, seemed like automatons of some sort, moving as one in a singular chain, their eyes ablaze with a manic intensity. They worked like artisans, the clicking of their tools the only sound amidst the eerie silence of the bank interior. It was as if artfulness could be discerned even in the delivery of such a heinous act. The security staff, caught off guard, were powerless to resist as the robbers made their way towards the main vault, their eyes feverish and their sighs agitated. It was like watching a group of predators in the act of a kill, hypnotic in their power and inexorable in their intention. They came, they saw, they conquered. And yet, for all their artistry, they were unrepentant criminals, their actions a testament to the dark and deadly impulses lurking beneath the veneer of polite society. (emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, brandi milne, isabel samaras, sas christian)

Prompt: The bank heist was an affair of considerable complexity and coordination, executed with an almost surgical precision. The perpetrators, with their movements spookily robotic, seemed like automatons of some sort, moving as one in a singular chain, their eyes ablaze with a manic intensity. They worked like artisans, the clicking of their tools the only sound amidst the eerie silence of the bank interior. It was as if artfulness could be discerned even in the delivery of such a heinous act. The security staff, caught off guard, were powerless to resist as the robbers made their way towards the main vault, their eyes feverish and their sighs agitated. It was like watching a group of predators in the act of a kill, hypnotic in their power and inexorable in their intention. They came, they saw, they conquered. And yet, for all their artistry, they were unrepentant criminals, their actions a testament to the dark and deadly impulses lurking beneath the veneer of polite society. (headshot, closeup, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, brandi milne, isabel samaras, sas christian)

Prompt: The bank heist was an affair of considerable complexity and coordination, executed with an almost surgical precision. The perpetrators, with their movements spookily robotic, seemed like automatons of some sort, moving as one in a singular chain, their eyes ablaze with a manic intensity. They worked like artisans, the clicking of their tools the only sound amidst the eerie silence of the bank interior. It was as if artfulness could be discerned even in the delivery of such a heinous act. The security staff, caught off guard, were powerless to resist as the robbers made their way towards the main vault, their eyes feverish and their sighs agitated. It was like watching a group of predators in the act of a kill, hypnotic in their power and inexorable in their intention. They came, they saw, they conquered. And yet, for all their artistry, they were unrepentant criminals, their actions a testament to the dark and deadly impulses lurking beneath the veneer of polite society.

Prompt: We venture into the foulest filth of the forlorn frontier, on the furthest fringes of civic corruption where crooked councils conduct clandestine collusions. Cubicles hold captive craven conspirators conjuring depraved deceits against citizens scrounging scraps in this sideshow land. Here nightmare narratives are nurtured in speakeasies swilling abscess absinthe at bowels of municipal machinery.

Negative: nudity

Prompt: We penetrate perilous places where public integrity perishes, stalking bacchanals where beleaguered bureaucrats gorge on ill-gotten gains. Backbench barons backbite former friends to further their rank, rippingRepresentation from people for personal power and plunder. Democracy decomposes as dignity dies in these demonic dramas at highest halls of hubris.

Negative: nudity

Prompt: We penetrate perilous places where public integrity perishes, stalking bacchanals where beleaguered bureaucrats gorge on ill-gotten gains. Backbench barons backbite former friends to further their rank, rippingRepresentation from people for personal power and plunder. Democracy decomposes as dignity dies in these demonic dramas at highest halls of hubris.

Negative: nudity

Prompt: The only other illumination was from a green-shaded lamp on the big glass-topped desk across the room, so that the Great Man was mostly in shadow, hands in the pockets of his crisply tailored suit jacket as he gazed broodingly out at the skyline.

Prompt: The only other illumination was from a green-shaded lamp on the big glass-topped desk across the room, so that the Great Man was mostly in shadow, hands in the pockets of his crisply tailored suit jacket as he gazed broodingly out at the skyline.

Prompt: Year:1967. Formal portrait. High detail, Canon EOS DSLR photograph. UHD, 8K resolution, sharp focus, full color, intricately detailed and extremely close up intimate facial portrait of a stylish, age 30 lady in 1967, showcasing her long-length, light brunette hair, generously and profusely highlighted. She coquettishly smiles at the camera. Her very thick, richly textured hair fills the viewing screen and is delicately styled in a sleek, very lofty, highly voluminous, flared bouffant, with thick luxuriant blunt bangs. She wears vintage glasses and has subtle, elegant makeup. Solid, light colored background. Accurate 1967 styling.

Negative: (earrings: 1.6) outdoors, outdoor setting, loose tendrils of hair, jewelry, hair beyond camera view, cropped hair, tiara, orange colors, black and white image, nudity, NSFW,

Style: Photographic

Prompt: Generate an image illustrating the turning point where the merchant, blinded by greed, begins to plot against the mouse. Showcase the merchant in a scene of opulence, surrounded by symbols of wealth and luxury. Emphasize the growing avarice in the merchant's expression and body language, signaling the shift from friendship to betrayal.

Prompt: Ettore Marinelli, a war industry magnate is actually the mortal form of the God of Economy. He is dressed in a fashionable suit and with a cigarette in his mouth, he frequents luxury clubs, among businessmen, pin-ups and film producers. He has a dollar tattoo on his right wrist. Ettore Marinelli is always distinguished, always obviously rich, always unscrupulously poly as money makes those who worship it. He knows that war is the thing that moves the economy more than anything else, that it is easier to acquire holding an assault rifle than finding a good plumber on Sunday.

Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune, the notes hanging in the air like memories refusing to fade. The old man took a slow sip, feeling the burn slide down his throat. He glanced at the clock above the bar — its ticking echoed in the quiet of the room. A woman entered, the doorbell chiming softly. She had the look of someone who had seen her share of storms but had weathered them all. The old man's eyes met hers, and for a moment, time stood still. She approached the bar, the worn wooden stools creaking under her weight. The bartender nodded in recognition, pouring her a drink without a word. She took the glass in her hands, the amber liquid reflecting in her eyes. \"Long time,\" she said, her voice carrying the weight of years gone by. The old man nodded, a silent acknowledgment of a shared history. They spoke in fragments, words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. The jukebox changed its tune, the music now a slow dance of shadows on the walls. Outside, the rain began to fall, a soft patter on the windowpane. The old man and the woman sat in silence, listening to the rhythm of the storm. The whiskey warmed them, and the room held the secrets of a thousand stories. As the night deepened, they paid their tabs and rose from their stools. The doorbell chimed again as they stepped into the wet streets. The rain soaked through their clothes, but they walked together, side by side, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the fading notes of the jukebox behind them. In the quiet of the night, they disappeared into the mist, two figures in the vastness of the city, carrying the weight of their shared history into the darkness.

Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune,

Prompt: The boy's eyes widened in disbelief as his character, whom he had painstakingly leveled up for hours, suddenly met an unforeseen and unfair demise. A surge of rage coursed through his veins, and he slammed his fists on the desk, letting out an infuriated roar that echoed through the room. Swearing vengeance, he clenched his teeth and vowed to annihilate every virtual enemy standing in his way, fueled by an uncontrollable fury that burned hotter with every passing second.\"

Prompt: \"Intense courtroom atmosphere charged with tension.\"\"The evil lawyer, clad in a dark suit, exudes a menacing aura.\"\"A sneering expression on their face, revealing their malicious intentions.\"\"Sharp and cunning eyes, ready to manipulate and deceive.\"\"The virtuous lawyer, dressed in a noble suit, emanates an air of righteousness.\"\"A determined gaze, fueled by a strong sense of justice.\"\"A calm and composed demeanor, unwavering in their pursuit of truth.\"\"The courtroom as the battleground for conflicting ideologies.\"\"Verbal clashes, passionate arguments, and compelling evidence presented.\"\"The contrasting forces of good and evil, fighting for their clients' fate.\"—c 10 —ar 2:3

Prompt: In easy state upon this couch there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see; who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty's horn, and held it up, high up, to shed its light on Scrooge as he came peeping round the door. The man was clothed in one simple deep green robe, or mantle, bordered with white fur. This garment hung so loosely on the figure, that its capacious breast was bare, as if disdaining to be warded or concealed by any artifice. Its feet, observable beneath the ample folds of the garment, were also bare; and on its head it wore no other covering than a holly wreath, set here and there with shining icicles. Its dark brown curls were long and free; free as its genial face, its sparkling eye, its open hand, its cheery voice, its unconstrained demeanour, and its joyful air. Girded round its middle was an antique scabbard; but no sword was in it, and the ancient sheath was eaten up with rust. Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam

Prompt: The prisoner lay with his face towards us, in a very deep sleep, breathing slowly and heavily. He was a middle-sized man, coarsely clad as became his calling, with a coloured shirt protruding through the rent in his tattered coat. He was, as the inspector had said, extremely dirty, but the grime which covered his face could not conceal its repulsive ugliness. A broad wheal from an old scar ran right across it from eye to chin, and by its contraction had turned up one side of the upper lip, so that three teeth were exposed in a perpetual snarl. A shock of very bright red hair grew low over his eyes and forehead.

Prompt: /dream prompt:/dream prompt:A realistic image of a proffesnal man sitting on a leather sofa in dark theme Confidence and Authority: Choose a photo with a confident and authoritative posture. Success Symbols: Include symbols of success like a well-decorated office or luxury items. Positive Expression: Opt for a smiling or positively expressive image to create a welcoming vibe. **Professional

Prompt: anthropomorphic cheese-man 🧀 with cheese-head, head-honcho big-boss ceo chief in charge, sitting in the big chair 💺 at the big desk wearing respectable suit, giving orders

Prompt: anthropomorphic cheese-man 🧀, head-honcho big-boss ceo chief in charge, sitting in the big chair 💺 at the big desk wearing respectable suit, giving orders

Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber of the mercenary camp, a monstrous figure is shrouded in mystery: Markus, the enigmatic wizard of Captain Black's company. His appearance is marred by grotesque malformations, evidence of a curse inflicted on him by meddling demonologists during an interrupted summoning ritual. Markus bears the scars of nightly torment, both physical and spiritual, as malevolent demons relentlessly tear at his flesh and psyche. Despite his monstrous appearance, he plays a crucial role in the mercenary company as both a cashier and a wizard. The weight of his curse is hidden beneath dark, tattered robes that hide the extent of otherworldly afflictions. The origins of Markus' deformities remain shrouded in secrecy, known only to the Captain. The curse, a constant reminder of a broken summoning, drives Markus on a relentless quest for knowledge. Every evening, haunted by demonic forces within, he searches ancient tomes and scrolls in search of a solution to his predicament. Only the company captain, Captain Black, witnesses Markus' silent struggle. Aware of the wizard's desperate quest for redemption, Captain Black allows the group's mutual funds to be used to finance Markus' acquisition of elusive books and information. It's a burden shared between the brothers, an unspoken understanding that their enigmatic companion is on a quest to sever the chains of his demonic affliction. Markus, the tortured wizard with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, bears witness to the bonds forged within the mercenary company. His quest for redemption is seamlessly woven into the tapestry of the group's shared history, and as the company faces new challenges, Markus' presence is a constant reminder of the fragile balance between the corporeal and the supernatural.

Prompt: Anthropomorphic feline mafiosos engaging in a clandestine meeting, suited figures, fedoras, pinstripe attire, betrayal, crime drama, smoke-filled room, shifty eyes and cunning smirks, soft glow of lamplight, dotted with shadows, hard-boiled intrigue, noirish atmosphere, in the style of Manara, Bilal, and Milo Manara, graphic novel illustration, trending on webtoon, pawed hard copy, purr-fect resolution.

Prompt: Seated around the round table were ten people dressed in various attire. Their clothing appeared somewhat worn, and their faces bore traces of dust. Some were leaning on the tabletop, while others reclined in their chairs, all immersed in a deep slumber

Prompt: At night time, blurred dark background, beautiful black shiny sports Lamborghini getting washed with water hose, parked in driveway of a beautiful single family house

Style: Photographic

Prompt: Transform this image of a majestic pig into a powerful Templar leader, clad in a regal suit of armor with a single piercing eye. Wielding his mighty zepter and sword, he gazes down upon the masses below from his throne, ready to defend his order and uphold the sacred code of the Templars.

Prompt: Boy, boy with hoodie, half robot, profile picture, Ava, scary face, cyber puk style, Anima style, scary face, red eyes, red mouth

Prompt: The gentleman embraced the horizon with his elbows, his gaze stitching buttons to the clouds, wearing a hat made of sunset whispers and a coat woven with the laughter of ancient typewriters.

Prompt: The farmyard, my friends, seemingly idyllic, is a simmering cauldron of deceit and manipulation. From the decrepit henhouse to the mud-soaked sty, the animals are awash in corruption, their snouts buried deep in troughs of insatiable ambition. The roosters crow, proclaiming false dawn, while the sows parade with false airs of motherly love. But beneath the facade, a revolution stirs, a rumbling of discontent that resonates through the night. Fear not, for I, the intrepid observer, shall don the goggles of truth, sucked into the vortex of this grim spectacle. In a haze of whiskey and righteous fury, I immerse myself in the insanity, shining a spotlight on the dark corners where corruption breeds. With razor-sharp prose and a warped lens, I peel back the layers of this sordid charade, revealing the brutal truth that lies behind the squealing masks of the farmyard elite.