#goremaze

[goremazetango]

Within a dark corner of the gory apartment, two purple eyes with a faint glow look at you.

@ribbonedshadow

"Hsssss...." With a squelch, A crunch, and an audible crack. Ribs slowly turns themselves around to peer at the newest disturbance. Something about the air of the room simply felt Off... "...Oh?" They quickly chirped out. Seeing...Well, They aren't sure. It's too dark. Is it a person that wandered in? A Fellow Unraveled seeking solace? Or is it perhaps the early signs of delusion winning the fight. "O-oh please! Don't be afraid!" The skinless thing exclaimed from across the apartment. Curiously taking a few steps towards them on their collection of arms. "I'm..Hsssk...P-perfectly harmless! You can come out!"

[goremazetango]

Footsteps. Heavy footsteps.

A tall shape steps foot in the area, eyes sifting over everything in sight. It doesn't move, but a cold energy radiates from it.

@starkvoinatlas

Slinking. Slithering. Skittering. Something's new. Something...unfamiliar.

They stir from their current resting place. Stiff joints clicking and popping slightly before quickly clambering up the wall. Hooked talons finding purchase in breathing flesh as it slowly pulled itself onto the ceiling. They need to be...Careful.

It could be a new unraveled, or perhaps an intruder? Well, Are they really intruders? Guests would be a better term for it. Regardless, High in the darkness they slink and crawl. Eager to actually see just who or what might have stepped into their familiarity.

[goremazetango]

Genuinely tickled that the first Ad Tumblr shows me is one for Ribs. They've gone and fried my little freak! Damn!!! They're a meal now!

[goremazetango]

SKIN/GUTS/NERVES/BONES/SKIN/GUTS/NERVES/BONES

"Do you know a Way out of here?"

"Can you take me with you?"

"Please..?"

Hello! You've found our Art/Ask/RP-blog! As you can probably figure by now this is mostly themed around the hit Body-Horror RPG that is "Look-Outside" and its community!

"Who is Rib?"

Well, That's the thing. Rib doesn't really know. The process of losing one's humanity can be disorienting. Especially when your mind, body, and everything else has been irreversibly mangled into unrecognizable gore.

Rib is only Dimly aware of who/what they used to be. With everything else limited to scant recollections. Hobbies, Individuals, Small events. Everything else lost in a confused haze of blood and gore.

In general Rib is compatible with most Look-outside characters and scenarios in terms of interactions. Despite being a slithering mass of skinned viscera they're quite friendly!

"Any rules?"

Just the General! Please don't be rude or impolite, Please don't be super demanding with reply times, And most importantly, Have fun!

[goremazetango]

Hello, All 3-4 people that follow us. If we were to fashion a Sideblog, What would you be interested in?

Which might be more intriguing?

Meat-world Residents!

Assorted Taxidermy beings!

Voting ended onMar 1

[goremazetango]

Wonder if Like a Meatworld sideblog would be fun. Let people pester the Bite-elemental & Basilisk and other little Ghoulies. Eheeheeh..

[goremazetango]

Loser freak that immediately gets mangled into a flesh-creature. (As s bonus, You can ask & Harass Pre-unraveling Ribs now!)

[goremazetango]

Tissue flesh & Ligament. Rot and sinew and tendon. Neuron marrow nerve.

An endless little chant the thing kept in its mind as it went about its self-imposed task. Keeping oneself busy was the only thing keeping one from losing themselves. And Ribs knew this more than anyone. And so as macabre as it was, They kept themselves occupied with what could be described as Arts & Crafts.

Those pulsating mounds of dismembered flesh and sinew around the apartment always caught their attention. And it made them think. Ending up a skinless meatbeing was cruel, but ending up conscious but buried in flesh and guts would've been a Nightmare. And so it kept itself busy. Claws digging through to find anything resembling a skull, a brain, anything that actually looked at it whenever they unearthed them and prodded the loose bits of Offal. Make you whole. Put you back together. It was soothing somewhat. Collecting strips of ligament and tendon to weave around loose bones. Collecting vertebrae and spines to slowly piece together. Reassembling those who would've otherwise had no choice but to persist, smothered in the masses. "You'll be...Hsssk...Good as new." Well, Not new. Nowhere near that. At-least Ambulatory they hoped. Snapping on new limbs and shaping masses of carrion like sculpting clay.

Regardless, It still kept them busy.