#goremaze

@ribbonedshadow

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.

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?"

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.