Prompt: A lot of jorps in stretchies round here — p
pocketful of anguirus
**Model:** epiCRealism
Prompt:
A lot of jorps in stretchies round here
**Scale:** 7
**Steps:** 25
**Seed:** 1044436563
**Width:** 544
**Height:** 768
**Sampler:** DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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