Many Mischievous Mice Was Made By A Civilization Of Ancients Living Inside Of A Desert. Due To The Fact

Many Mischievous Mice was made by a civilization of ancients living inside of a desert. Due to the fact that there was definitely no water around they decided to dig down into the earth and connect an iterator to the deep ground water inside of their giant cave they made. MMM couldn't see inside of her can, so the ancients made an overseer that's basically just her eyes...

Well, Glow of the Unforetold still acts like a normal overseer, yet it's far more flighty because it doesn't want to get hit and require repair. Or...ya know, break.

I suppose MMM would be the only iterator inside of this desert, and as such she would be extremely old and quite knowledgeable. There are some very tiny lizards living inside/around their can, and once in a blue moon there is a stray scug wandering about.

Nothing really survives in this desert/artificial cave. The only reason why the tiny lizards can survive is by eating the bugs that can be found infesting the can.

The city MMM once supported has withered and collapsed, and it is now being used as a fallen resort for scavengers, but there is actually something to be gained for MMM. The scavies have actually learned not to try and assault GotU, and in return MMM sometimes sends GotU with porls for the scrunkly little boys.

Wondering why there's so much lore for Many Mischievous Mice and Glow of the Unforetold?

well, you're probably never going to see them again .)

Vent warning ig?

Been feeling kind of shit. Have some poorly written stuff to help

I don't know if this should be content warning, so...uh.

TW for blood.

Your blood boiled. It twisted and roiled and burned and started to bleed out of you in rivers of fire and pain and torment.

Your blood was sticky and hot, it clung to your clothes like a scarlet parasite. It smelt of copper and death, and you shook as you bled and bled and bled. The pool of crimson had grown underneath you, turning your clothes blood red and making your vision blurry.

You could feel the tears next. Your tears streaming down your face as you screamed and screamed and held your head, trying to find the origin of the wound. The origin of the blood. Your body turning paler and paler as your clothes soaked in your blood and tears.

You were pathetic. Too tired and scared and pained to move. It was agony, torment with every breath you took.

Until you felt the fluid in your lungs. The sickly feeling of something flooding into your airways, causing you to choke and cough blood out onto the floor in an abstract mess of agony and suffering. Why hadn't you died yet? Why was the universe being cruel?

The pain never ebbed. In fact, it only grew and grew and grew with every passing second. Your hands grasped for something that wasn't there, for reassurance you could never hope to find. Hysteria had you right in its grasp, squeezing the life out of you slowly and methodically, making you wish you could simply wither away instead of endure this hell.

Eventually, you begin to feel the pain numbing, being replaced by a heavy sense of drowsiness. You felt the weight of sleep and blood loss lull you into a dream you would never wake up from.

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Another vent.

lots of ventilation right now.

a little bit lighter than what was the last post.

TW: Death, blood. Mentions of your corpse and brief mention of maggots and flies in the beginning.

Your body lay still, your eyes glassy and lifeless. The world around you seemed to freeze, hesitating to move towards your body. Even the maggots and the flies were uninterested in your corpse, your body laying uselessly next to the river.

The bear trap was still tight and snug around your neck, the teeth digging and puncturing your neck. Your blood clung to the bear trap and your clothes, the metallic taste in the air drew something nearer.

Or someone nearer, in reality.

Death stepped forward, the zephyr complimenting its appearance nicely. It kneeled down to examine your mangled body, your blood sloshing about its feet as it cups your cheek gently.

Death very gently eased you out of your eternal rest, holding your soul with incredible ease and calmness. Your soul flickers, resting on its arms with a slight plop as it cradles you. Death carefully pries the bear trap from your soul's neck, letting the hunting tool fall to the ground with a clatter.

You weren't aware of what was happening. All you knew was that someone was holding you with overflowing affection and worry. It was its job to do this a thousand, no, a million times over, yet there was still pity for the poor souls it has had to take for centuries and centuries prolonged.

Death turns away, your corpse and crimson blood decorating the bank next to the river as it sweeps your soul away to wherever you need to be now.