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tumblr stop eating my posts- anyway, Spiral avatar oc for my idea for the usher foundation (the US-based canonical sister Institute to the Magnus Institute) they are a main donor and a love to teach lessons, good or otherwise. :) ill come up with a name later wee
Writing my Magnus Archives fanfic and I was having trouble starting this statement. It was gonna be in the classic "I'm a good person, I just sometimes eat babies" format, but I realized that's a very British attitude. This is the Usher Foundation. We're Americans
So I changed the format to "Yeah, I eat babies, and here's why I'm entirely justified in doing so."
Advice from artifact storage: Do not let it go.
Don’t let it go unless you’re prepared to run after an object suddenly growing legs.
So I’m planning on running a Magnus Archives TTRPG game based in the Usher Foundation (American Magnus Institute). And instead of actually writing the game I’m instead making assets for the game. So enjoy Magnolia Usher, director of the Usher Foundation.
Speed draw and her isolated portrait below the cut!
Case 19981028H, Statement given by Jim Hall, October 28, 1998. Statement in regards to an old hunting rifle. Statement read and archived by Luci Dreme.
I’m coming here because I feel like I have to. I don’t know how much longer before I’m forced to do it again. I really don’t want to do it again. But when that thing makes me do it…well it won’t be an animal.
It started when I found this old hunting rifle in a box in the attic. I assumed it belonged to my pappy, and I had inherited with the rest of the stuff in his cabin. And hunting season had just started so I wanted to go out and try my hand at using pap’s old riffle. When I picked it up it felt like any old gun to me. It was only when I went out into the woods that it started.
The first day I went out there wasn’t much to find. I found a couple quail nesting about and that was that. When I fired the bullet, that’s when It began. The satisfaction of having killed. I had never felt that rush before. The second day I found some quail again, but no matter how many I slaughtered I couldn’t feel satisfied. The woods were a bloodbath, and I never once questioned why the gun hadn’t run out of bullets. The urge to kill only stopped when I found a rabbit and shot it dead. That was not the first time the woods were painted that dark carmine. By the end of that week I had a dozen pigeons, ten rabbits, two turkeys and one deer. Whenever I picked up that gun I could feel it again, the need to fire, to kill.
Yesterday I couldn't find any game. That’s when I realized what this thing was. It had to take a life, or I would be next. I knew it somehow, that if it didn’t spill enough blood it would be me who would wake up with a bullet to the chest. That fear that I would be prey, that is what made me kill Donna.
I loved Donna. She had been nothing but kind. We had been married for almost twenty five years, brought up a child. Ryan doesn’t deserve to know what happened to his poor mother. How she screamed when it struck her. The wicked glee I got when I saw her fall. That wretched feeling of finally ending the chase, of killing
I ran. But no matter how hard I tried I still couldn’t let go of that gun. So I came here. Because if anything, one of you knows how to stop this. But don’t get too close alright. If any of you get any ideas of taking my only defense away from me I swear I will-
Statement ended.
Jim Hall, huh? I looked into him before reading this one out. I prefer to know my facts first. The cops found out about what he did, and he ran. Was a serial killer for a few years, but eventually they caught up to him. His own son, what was it- Ryan. Right. He refused to visit him at first. Only came to yell at the security guards for letting Jim die after only a few months in jail. I tried to reach out to him, to try and get a statement on his perspective of the whole thing, to sniff out some more details, but he was…uncooperative.
We can’t know if this was a man giving into his worst thoughts, or if that gun was as potent as he said it was without more information. I mean, we’ve all had thoughts like that. But acting on them is different. God, if I could just get Ryan to interview it’d be-
They let out a sigh.
Can’t change that. Need to stop focusing on it. You’ve got work to do. Luci. There’s other shit to record, and you’ve got to finish up this recording.
They pause again, awkward silence overtaking the recording.
Right, well, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to end one of these- I’m sort of talking to no one. Not until someone decides to listen back to it. So, bye future employee, I guess. See you in the future.
my avatarsona !! i will eventually make a deeper lore post ive had a lot of ideas for the usher foundation for a longgg time (since i made this sona in 2021)
this sona is on AF also!
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i just got off work. how would i, theoretically, summon Micheal? do i just? fuck it. Micheal!
@thedist0rted
Well hello there! Im luci, one of the four archival assistants at the Usher Foundation Lincoln Branch, of the UFLB for short.
Our branch is run by my Head Archivist Ian Rower, but you probably won’t see that much of him on here. You WILL however, see my coworkers, Miguel (@miguel-slater), Errin Baylor (@errin-baylor), and Raine Halligan (@raine-halligan). We’re all pretty close, since we were friends before we started working here.
We do most of the running of the @usher-foundation-lincoln-branch so if you’ve had any…‘funky’ experiences as of late, make a statement over there. Face your fear!
If you’d like to chat, or wanna know more about me, feel free to send in an ask. I’d love to hear from ya. Please?
