#Ursumbra redux

[cyberneticlagomorph]

Ursumbra (Redux)

OOC info (summary)

As always MIND THE TAGS

Event art:

Plush Jack reference

Lore bits:

Plush toy biology

Carnifall

Prologue:

Post 1 (police brutality, blood, injury, child death, broken nose, violence, torture)

Post 2 (tw: police brutality, mind control, blood, injury, slight dismemberment)

Post 3 (tw: injury, blood)

Post 4 (tw: body horror, animal death, gore, hanging, insects, bugs)

Chapter 1:

Red string (tw: n/a)

Netdive (tw: body horror)

Start (tw: n/a)

Tutorial (tw: body horror, gore, dismemberment, eye horror)

Nick (tw: n/a)

Pesterlog 1 (tw: n/a)

Eddie (tw: body horror)

Test (tw: gore, body horror, dismemberment, abuse, assault, medical horror/trauma, needles)

Conclusion (tw: body horror, dismemberment, abuse, religious imagery)

Chapter 2:

From Fifi with love (tw: vomit, disease, infection, blood, body horror)

Goodnight (tw: vomit, broken bones, body horror)

Locked in (tw: n/a)

Phone home (tw: drinking, smoking, drunk mention)

Recap (posted and viewable icly!) (tw: n/a)

Chain (tw: blood, repetition)

Blind Terror (tw: body horror, human experimentation, human trafficking, child abuse, child soldiers, eye horror)

Upgrade (tw: n/a)

Chapter 3:

Down the Rabbit Hole Again (tw: n/a)

Eddie's POV (tw: smoking, drug use, animal death, parent death, body horror, unsanitary)

Toothache (tw: gore, mold, body horror, tricksters, trickster mode, food waste)

Honeypot (posted and viewable icly) (tw: n/a)

Blighted (tw: gore, mold, body horror, animal death, parent death, vomit)

Homesick (tw: n/a)

Waterfall of Truth (tw: blood, death, brain damage)

One-Tail (tw: blood, death, body horror, child abuse, human experimentation, brain damage, brain trauma, gore)

Siege (tw: blood, death, gore, cannibalism, emetophobia, body horror)

Chapter 4:

Update (tw: n/a)

Tick (tw: hanging, nooses, death, body horror, horror, mouths, teeth)

Tock (tw: hanging, nooses, death, teeth, bugs, spiders, body horror)

[missingmxstic]

Alright. Okay. Okay okay okay okay olU okay omay.

Olay.

infujckes thatbuo. That up. ShiT. Spelling hard okay

yeah thatbshit that's been dripping outta me?

It's alive. It thinks. It's like... Feasting on my thoughts or something which is why I'm kinda unstable right now. It's only a disease based on my thoughts about it and such. This is some kind of emotion-bases magic construct that is also directly harmed by light and damaged by the sun. It's... It's like a fucking vampire but a slime and inside me and I don't know how to purge it beyond something SO FUCKING STUPID.

But you cant... leave it. It'll infest anything that's why the isolation is important. Nothing to infect and infest but me. Eileen has been banished and unbound for the time. She'll be back but for now her form would be a vector. At least demons are imunea to such shit. But but it u thur ht but. I have an edge.

I am a powerful mage, with great will over the art of the construct- a Golemancer as they would call it. It smells of dirt and wet basements but I'm not letting it do this any more.

It wants to be a cave, a screaming of my children, but it didn't think through one fact:

I am a mage.

[cyberneticlagomorph]

OK SO I had @geminidoomed check out Ursumbra's code and

Well

"2omeone ha2 u2ed the game a2 a ba2ii2 two create a demiiplane u2iing the language II recogniize a2 Law, both from when II wa2 codiing 2grub, and when II u2e iit two alter realiity my2elf a2 a god of Doom. The game iit2elf ii2 a honeypot- a trap for tho2e who 2ee iit beiing pretty cool and 2hiiny, iit lure2 them iin. Mo2t of the documentatiion ii2 unreadable, iit2 hiighly iinfected and iinfectiiou2 iin a metaphy2iical way a2 well a2 a computer way. Whoever ha2 ha2 done thii2 ha2 patched iin the Law 2lowly enough that no one notiiced iin tiime two 2top iit II thiink, though. 2omeone liike me would be able two create 2omethiing liike thii2, obviiou2ly."

Dequirked version:

"Someone has used the game as a basis to create a demiplane using the language I recognize as Law, both from when I was coding sgrub, and when I use it to alter reality myself as a god of Doom. The game itself is a honeypot- a trap for those who see it being pretty cool and shiny, it lures them in. Most of the documentation is unreadable, its highly infected and infectious in a metaphysical way as well as a computer way. Whoever has done this has patched in the Law slowly enough that no one noticed in time to stop it I think, though. Someone like me would be able to create something like this, obviously."

[cyberneticlagomorph]

One of these days I will do a full write up on Ursumbra toy biology but for now here's the gist.

They're alive due to the love and belief of their owners

Their organs are mostly just for decoration, with the exception of their heartsoul which is a unique object that represents their personality and spirit (example: Jack's pocket watch)

However they can eat and throw up (it comes out as rainbows no matter what was ingested), but do not need to eat to live

Sugar gets them drunk

Glitter effects them like cocaine

Chocolate is similar to tobacco

They do not need to breathe but can pant and "get the wind knocked out of them"

Tearing them apart doesn't kill them as much as put them into stasis until they're repaired

Dismemberment doesn't always hurt but is always inconvenient

They can produce tears and spit

Teeth and similar structures like horns and claws are usually pure imagination or plastic, unless the toy is infected with nightmares

Most toys can't swim, instead becoming waterlogged and sinking. Due to their inability to really breathe, they can't exactly drown

They don't take fall damage

[missingmxstic]

This creature- the Nightmare Construct or NC for now- is notably weakened by bright light exposure, including injury similar to burns from sunlight and radiant energy exposure, vocalizations of distress, and lethargy. When exposed to sunlight however, it ses to be instantly destroyed, as detailed in test log 4. This is consistent with certain states of undeath.

Subject seems capable of attacking the mics of exposed victims, causing insomnia, mania, and illness. Other symptoms include dispelling of black effluvia and raspy, painful coughing, showing that out attacks the lungs to continue the distress of the infected. After a period, it will begin to affect the mind by manipulation and drawing out latent fear to seemingly draw energy from- this worsens other symptoms and as the infection progresses, the victim will seek to spread their condition and seek answers to an obsessive degree. The Nightmare Construct is now being classified as a vampiric entity.

... as it states, I, Morwen Windcaller, have suffered these symptoms up until the ninth day of the tenth moon- October 9th- following the creation and ingestion of a magically produced Feast of Heroes, which has the effects of warding against fearful effects on the ingester. This lasts only for 24 hours, so my time is brief.

As for an anatomical study, the construct itself proves difficult, as its body is hard by the light required to focus and it seems mostly insubstantial until resuming a humanoid form. As of now, research into this field will continue when possible. The creature displays aggression against it's enclosure when the thought comes up, suggesting it might have a psychic link to those it infected.

... I am glad I decided to quarantine within a demiplane. This creature seems like it is capable of rapidly spreading the disease within and multiplies in that manner. May the gods help us, and their enemies help them. I have a feeling this... Thing would be able to destroy entire worlds within weeks.

[missingmxstic]

between thinking and breathing id have to say both are equally difficult and it sucks.

[missingmxstic]

I have gotten NO PROGRESS AND I WANT TO BITE!

[missingmxstic]

The leaves are changing, the world is going colder, supposed to be readying the village for our festival. The Goddess blessed us last year...

And yet too much is happening.

[missingmxstic]

it's been a pleasant windy day, got to the village and found my home. Da was surprised to see me coming in looking like I fought a badger (I did(, but he's also happy to see me.

Asked if the kids are coming, and they will be, just haven't got the link back yet.

[missingmxstic]

That was.... what the fuck... why was there a messed up rabbit in my dreams

[missingmxstic]

It's stopped. Somehow, after separating the Nightmare, downing some dirt cheap wine filled with antifear magic, and just... sitting here waiting, you feel.... better. Alive. The coughing has stopped, your mind isn't plagued anymore by the suffocating fears of being under the earth, your mother's rage, your children's screams of agony. If anything, you just feel gooped up and have been cleaning the gunk from where it leaked out. And tired... So very fucking tired.

Instead of just shutting things down, your implements and books are packed. It takes a while- all night in fact- but when it's done, you just... Shut the entire plane down. Violently. What was a sanctum for research became a prison for you for a brief period, and the thought of entering again makes you sick. It's not the only demiplane you have, but you suppose your work will be moved into the calm down plane for the time being. It would be no.skin off your ass.... But after having to explode a sun into your research sanctum to sterilize everything within inches of existence, it's a lot to just move your research and experimentations into a newly hewn hall of your safe room.

When you get home from all this, you don't speak. Even with the familiar warmth of the hearth and your father's absolute concern, the sounds of the world and the village readying for the harvest festival outside are dull on your ears. Instead you find your way to your room, slam the door shut with vines and muting energy, and pass out into the bed. You don't want to deal with the world right now.

[missingmxstic]

Ever open the door just to get slugged in the face

Yeah that's my entire day today. Except it involves a fucked up chicken plush that uh.

Ell it has teeth where teeth shouldn't be, a heart that I know it shouldn't have, and more eyes than it has a right to. So far it isn't trying to kill me. His name is Xhauncy.

[missingmxstic]

Function hard.

Research is slow but I swear I'm close to a break through.

No you can't have my research.

[missingmxstic]

Didn't sleep. It doesn't stop.

[missingmxstic]

Very tired. Can't sleep. The scratching keeps me up and the damn thing hunting me in my dreams doesn't help. Of it's not that, it's the shaking and the coughing.

Feels like I'm dying.

[missingmxstic]

No one no one no one no one no one no one no one No one no one no one no one no one no one no one

Hurts. Breathing. The light-!