
@generalpha
Prompt
A female warrior, clad in intricate tribal armor adorned with menacing spikes, stands tall holding a firearm that blends ancient tribal. The weirder the better. It gets worse every year. Bigger! Wilder! Whoa! Not that big. Stronger heroes. You dig deeper. You feel it, you know... whatever.. you can stop it... You won't stop it. The woman's weapon glows with a faint blue light, a symbol
statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn
1 year ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024


![[bokeh photo by Lucien Rousselot] youthful Sophia Loren as Red Sonja camina por la cienaga Red Sonja walks through the swamp with her tiger](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYTFmZjhjZjYtOWNkMy00NDliLTgwMjUtYmJlMWVjMjU5NzdmLmpwZWc.webp)
![[photo in the forest by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] she is a ranger: her totem is a deer like a second skin of dark magic. Clad in a white tunic, brown pants, and a leather belt with mysterious pouches, her silver dagger in hand.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vM2EyMjFkNjgtNDVhYy00OTUxLTk3NWYtNGE1OWNmMzA3MDVmLmpwZWc.webp)


![[photo in the forest by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] she is a ranger: her totem is a deer like a second skin of dark magic. Clad in a white tunic, brown pants, and a leather belt with mysterious pouches, her silver dagger in hand.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNGViNDcwNWYtNWM4OC00ZmY2LTk0NjktMjRjY2RjZDgyZGMxLmpwZWc.webp)
![[tattooed Barbarella warrior] Old runes crumble near a wall, near-lost to time - but in them she sees echoes of fates endured by this barren city's forgotten wardens. Did hardship and hardship alone forge these battlements against some nameless horror stirring 'neath the dunes? Did their defenses crumble at last when even valor and will broke upon its dreaded sands? Ah, riddles crowd the mind this gloaming. Yet one truth stands stark: a Warden's vigil holds while yet one stone stands upon anothe](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYThlNjYwMjQtZTJkZi00N2JkLThiZTAtODUxYTI3YmUwZmMxLmpwZWc.webp)



