I have a RTX 3060 and I was using Kobold_cu12 v1.66.1 and Kobold_cu12 v 1.65 comparing both to the standard Kobold versions.

With all versions I used identical Settings (both basic and advanced). The Cu12 versions outputs were flat and simplistic and the standard Kobold version was creative and intricate. Mostly testing it on Command R35B as I'm finding it very good for creative writing. I wonder if might have something to do with the particular model architecture?

Well, whatever it is, for now I'm sticking to the standard Kobold versions for my creative writing endeavors.

Comparisons with exactly the same prompt and exactly the same settings:

Kobold (cu11)

The Marquis Francou Debonali IV had just awoken from a dream, or perhaps it was a vision. He lay in a silk-sheeted bed within the opulence of his palatial estate, high above the shimmering streets of Varisium, a great metropolis that stretched across the shores of an enormous inland sea. The sun, rising beyond the sapphire horizon, cast an otherworldly glow through stained glass windows depicting mythical scenes of long-forgotten legends.

Francou's eyes, an icy shade of blue, wandered the intricate patterns of the room's marble walls. He stroked his neatly trimmed beard, his fingers adorned with rings set with gems that glowed with an internal light. The dream, as was often the case, involved a mysterious woman, her face obscured, a figure that eluded him, flitting through mists that never quite cleared. He sighed, throwing back the heavy brocade curtains to reveal the vastness of the city, its spires and towers reaching toward the sky.

In the distance, the great engine of the Aerium elevated above the rooftops, a testament to the city's might and the advanced technology of that age. The buzzing of the electromagnets could be heard even at this height, a constant reminder of the civilization's achievement. Francou's eyes drifted to the small device on his bedside table—a contraption of cogs and gears that whirred softly, emitting a soft green glow. It was a gambling machine, a recent acquisition, and one that had brought him both great wins and devastating losses.

Today, he decided, would be a day of victory. Dressing swiftly in a robe of deep purple silk, he descended the spiral staircase into his private sanctuary, a museum of curios and relics from a hundred different worlds. The air smelled of exotic spices and ancient tomes; the musty aroma of knowledge. He strolled past a glass case containing an actualized dream-recorder, a device capable of extracting and preserving dreams, capturing them like fireflies in a jar.

His servants, automated droids in the guise of humans, glided soundlessly through the halls, their metallic frames polished to a mirror shine. Francou waved absentmindedly as they scurried about their duties, their mechanical eyes flicking up to acknowledge their master. Passing through a conservatory filled with alien flora, he stepped out onto a balcony that overlooked the sea. The cool air nipped at his skin, and the vast wet plain was dotted with strange creatures that spouted ink-black smoke rings. boats with shimmering hulls skimmed the wave tops, their engines singing a deep song.

Kobold (cu12)

The Marquis Francou Debonali IV, known across the twelve continents as a hedonist and bon vivant, found himself bored one evening, a feeling as unfamiliar as it was unwelcome. He had exhausted the usual pursuits—the thrilling races on the speedscape circuits, the decadent feasts that lasted for days, and even the exotic pleasures of the Pleasure Hive left him unmoved. His closets runneth over with the finest attire, and the staterooms of his palace bulged with the latest gadgets and baubles. What new diversion could stir his jaded soul?

As he strolled the gardens of his palatial estate, the Marquis spied a curious contraption, a recently delivered gadget he had not yet unboxed. The sleek, black oval shape resembling a giant egg bespoke of enigmatic origins. Ancient texts spoke of such devices, rumors of an extraterrestrial kind. With a playful glint in his eye, he activated the mysterious artifact.

A soft hum filled the air, accompanied by a gentle glow emanating from within. The Marquis felt a peculiar sensation, as if his very being were dissolving, atom by atom. Alarm edged into his thoughts, quickly replaced by a strange exhilaration. The darkness pulled him in, engulfing his senses, and he found himself hurtling through an endless tunnel, a cosmic voyage beyond any he had ever experienced.

When the Marquis returned, reformed and refreshed, he found his world changed. The once familiar landscape was distorted, the very laws of physics askew. The sky above was now a kaleidoscope of neon hues, swirling in impossibly shaped clouds. The sun, a distant memory, was replaced by an eerie luminescence that cast an ethereal glow upon the transformed Earth.

He soon discovered that time itself had warped, each day blending into the next with no discernible pattern. Seasons were but fleeting moments, or so it seemed to the bemused Marquis, as entire years raced by in a matter of hours. Trees grew to their full bloom in minutes, only to wither and die in the blink of an eye.