Ia! Ia! Steve ftaghn!

So, Secret of the NIMH campaign?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35H1i-UgEzk

I'm rather fond of the Idea in the other thread that the visible threat are pest control bots that are still working and some of them have names based on pop culture evil A.I.s

>>13001062
The Cult of Steve!

>>13001160
Steve Irwing?

He shall one day rise from the oceans and sing the song that ends the earth?

bump

Where does Richard Gere (the gerbil sex guy) figure in their pantheon? The mouseguard version of Shub-Niggurath where Mice go in but never leave alive?

>>13003212
That's an interesting question.

>>13001325
Holy shit that is an amazing idea. And very funny as well.

Consider the following, what we perceive as normal is fuckhueg for a mouse. For example the table is not a table but a strange construct that reaches as high as a scyscraper with 4 huge pillars that reach into the heavens.

Hushed rumours say that the most delightful foods await those daring and enduring enough to venture up these pillars.

But to do so you must move even further. Roumours, whispered by the insane and the liars say that there is a heaven above the heavenly (tableplate) skies.

But only few dare speak such things, and only fewer return. They return as maddened husks who murmur of giant hairless monsters who stride even taller than the heavens and who can wash you away with extremeties even bigger than a mousehole...

A table is really not that high compared to a mouse. Skyscrapers are really tall. On the other hand imaine being a mouse and finding an actual skyscraper. It'd be like, mind-blowingly huge.

With the whole natural order, Humans are literally impossible to injure normally by mice. They can't kill or capture humans without a force of around 20,000 mice to take down a single human. Any less, and they can only try and run away or drive the human off.

We don't do what >>13003988
said though. We don't casually make structures bigger than trees, and mice see those all the time. When it comes to mouth size, we're beat by wolves, and don't use them nearly as prominently. The mice have baking and brewing and all that, so it's not like our food is all that wondrous, so much as it is plentiful. And the guard have seen creatures as big, if not more so than us, with moose and bears. But what makes us different, is we're huge AND smart as any mouse. The only other animal that is smart as mice are Weasels and their allies.

So yeah, humanity makes a good greater horror. But not because of just our size, but because of our brains. Just our physical superiority makes us as good as a wolf. Which are very scary monsters for mice, sure, but they aren't unknowable giant beings who target the mice for their intelligence.

>>13004371
And the humans have so disgustingly vile methods and ways to kill, find, harass and utterly DESTROY you. And they can be incredibly sadistic too.

Imagine a child sees a mouse. It get scared and tells mom and dad. Now they start setting traps, get other stuff and the like. And much more devious methods. Imagine that one scene from the bunny movie:

A bunny described how it barely escaped from a burrow that was being destroyed by humans. Bulldozers moved earth around to make a house's foundation. They closed off the entrances to the burrow and the FRICKING WALLS started shifting and bunnies were SQUISHED by the walls of their home.

That scene was in a children's movie and it was scary as FUCK. Now imagine something like that for a mouse.

Mousetraps with torn dead bodies of mice nearby, maybe even one is still trapped and dying under the metal piece? Poisoned food with venom that only starts acting after days?

And then there are the professional pest controllers, flamethrowers, chemicals, gas, tools.

Imagine your a mouse and in a wall. It is safe and warm, it is home. Then suddenly a terrifiyng loud noise appears and some shiny thing starts working its way through the wall...

contd.

>>13004438
Before you know what is happening the thing vanishes again and leaves a hole. You risk a glance to the edge of the hole, through which light falls. Suddenly the blinding light disappears and a huge, white, disgusting and malicefilled eye gazes at you.

"Aha. Mike, dem mice be here. Gimme the whatsa-callit." An otherwordly screeching speaks.

You start running. And you never stop. Not when you notice a small tube enter through the hole. Not when you hear the mice behind you cough. Not when you know they start puking out their lungs after the air itself has become death.

You never stop running but the fuzzy noise that is always followed by couthing and retching draws ever closer. You keep running all the time and see a crossing. Straight ahead is the living burrow where all the young are. The young and the old.

You turn left and keep running. You never stopped running from that day on. You will never keep running from the horrible, sweet stench of dead bodies and the sickening sounds of retching and sobbing.

And you know you only live because you had a headstart and the luck of breathing the fresh air that remained before the torrent of gas.

That sort of stuff would be mindbendingly evil and shellshocking. Just like Cthulu is to humans. Unpredictable, un-understandable, malicious and terrifying

>>13003988
They say that an enormous cavern so high that you can't see the top exists behind the great gate, that is full of enormous amounts of delicous foodstuff. Normally closed, it requires great strength to open the gate, but once the way is open the cavern is full of beautifull white, cold light. Every treat is either cold or frozen stiff as if there is constant winter inside, even though just two steps outside a hot summer is in full swing. They say the Elder beings get their meals on the 'table' from this very cavern, though how they achieve such a feat is beyond our mere comprehension.

Even though the promise of the cavern is an alluring one, I dare not venture forth to lay claims to anything inside. Once, when I was still young, I went with my dear friend to seek our prize inside the cavern. The gate swung open before us as if with promise of great treasures inside, and my poor friend climbed the step to explore the insides of the cavern. Then I heard a piercing wail, so loud and revebrating I thought my head would explode. Then the Gate swung shut, locking my friend inside.

I could hear his muffled voice crying desperately for me to do something, but I was powerless in my attempts to open the gate. He cried for his mother, for all his loved ones, before he broke completely. I could hear his desperate voice, getting more quiet with every passing moment, as if life itself was being sapped out of him. 'Cold', he said, 'so cold, why is it so cold mum? Why is it so... cold... so cold... mum... I... it's... so cold...'

I waited for hours, but after that I couldn't hear him at all. I took our things and left this accursed place.

>>13004514
Couple of days later, guided by an instinctive compulsion I haven't experienced before, I ventured near the Cavern again. What was my surprise, my horror when I noticed the thing that awaited there. I stood there, frozen with shock as my eyes stared at the abomination, as my brain tried to process what I was seeing, and refusing to accept that such a sin against all creation could even exist!

The thing was... indescribable. I've read about creatures, no - things, like these once, among the ramblings of Mad Mouse Jerry, but I didn't believe for a second that such creatures could be real.

Before me stood an ancient beast of myths, responsible in ancient times for countless deaths, suffering and falls of civilisations. Mad Mouse knew of these things, these 'ca-ats' as he called them, and he warned against them. How stupid and blessed with peace of mind at once we were to ignore his ramblings!

I ran. I ran away as fast as I could. I didn't stop even for a second to look behind me. I ran until my legs gave out, then I crawled inside some hole, trying to catch my breath and waiting for my death, which to my surprise never came. Hours later I came back home and tried to sleep, but my mind was full of horrors. So I drank myself into unconsciousness.

Days later, when my mind was calm enough to process what happened, I think I managed to put some pieces of the puzzle together.

>>13004524
I only pray to whatever gods may listen, that for me and my family, the end will come swiftly.

Or you could have a mousy scholar driven mad by years of study of those strange, alien humans, and suddenly he begins to see the vast patterns hidden in the chaos. He mutters to himself all the time, strange and frightening snippets of some terrible truth.

"We're vermin to them, just vermin...we live in the walls between their great reality..."

"Poison...tasteless and odorless...the genius of that! The genius! The will to do that! Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure..."

Bump for more call of steve.

they tempt us, and by the thousands and millions we answer

for i was once a young mouse, i was out to scavage grain, from a field i had found myself in after a previous adventure, as i crossed the land however i came upon a dreadfull sight, for high above a great white bird flew but it had four wings, and from the birds mouth was a wheel in constant motion, and from its mouth then foam a white mist, that rained over the fields.
another mouse i his name Sander, commented on it saying it was making a cloud, and indead a cloud fell, blanketing the earth, as it sank to where we were i found a toxic sweet smell, terrified and coughing as i inhaled the fine mist that had infiltrated the air i tried to find my way back, the very air stinging my eyes, i eventually found my way up the side of a hill where the mist did not yet reach, my friend and accompanyment did not, and was found dead a few feet from where he was last seen.

>>13004371

There's a difference between natural things and artificial things, in terms of percieved size. Mountains are fucking massive and bigger than anythign we've ever made, but we're accustomed to the idea of mountaisn being huge as balls. Seeing artificial structures, though... that's different. A mountain just is, but somebody MADE this thing.

>>13008069
I believe the phrase is "cyclopean ruins"

I ate mouse once. They taste okay.

>aferen movements

>>13008090

Or was it sagging gambrel roofs? I can never remember.

>Chtullu
What the fuck is that?

A Human wouldn't be much to a Mouse Guard mouse, nor would their ways. However, imagine the entire Guard within one area trying to stop a single bulldozer.

holy shit
call of steve

1makes me want to read lovecraft
2makes me want to play mouse guard
3WHY IS THE CAPTCHA IN FUCKING JAPSPEAK

>>13008069
Mountains also blend into their surroundings. You rarely just have a huge cliff in the middle of nowhere, but buildings don't follow that method. You can go from forest to road, or lake to city with no intermittent region.

I just think there should be a limit to hyperbole, especially when mice can run into grand structures under their own cities (not the same scale, but under at least one mouse city, there's a huge structure and underground river). On top of that, such hyperbole is unnecessary. We have buildings tall as the tallest trees in the mouse territories, we travel in metal carts as big as two moose, we have cities so large, you can't see both ends of them at once, we serve meals that could feed an entire settlement, and that's just for one person! Mice could build a village under one of our tables. And perhaps most dangerously, we ignore the scent borders, as if they aren't even there.

It was in the Great Fields that we first saw it.

A vast body of grain, a paradise for all that lived there. It had not existed in the memory of the oldest ones that lived, but was somehow created. A sign, some said, of the beneficence of the Greater Ones. Thousands came, from across the land, to this great crop. Thousands more were born here, made their lives and livelihoods in the shadow of constant plenty. We had everything. But we had all forgotten that what is given can just as easily be taken away.

We heard it first, a vast rumbling, as though the earth itself was moving. Distant at first, but those of the mind to measure told us it seemd to approach.

Then we saw the survivors.

A vast swarm of our brothers, thousands upon thousands. Eyes streaming, foaming at the mouth. They would not stop as we hailed them, nor as we entreated for their story. They only ran without pause, even as the oldest amongst them began to fall under the strain. But they were not the only ones to flee. Others fled with them, all with the same rictus of terror on their faces, every animal we had ever encountered in the forest. When we saw even the Cat fleeing before the sound, not even glacing at the vast array of prey before it, many chose to flee. Others chose to stay, held captive by fear and curiosity.

The sound grew, until it was a vast noise, crushing sound itself beneath its weight. The ground itself shook, and the vast heads of wheat began to fall. We were struggling to stand under the power of the sound, when we saw in the distance the wheat torn out of the ground. Not in the manner of even the cow and the horse, for this was not single strands, but the entire field, lifted and torn out of the ground. The landscape itself was lifted and torn apart, with such a sound as I hope to never hear again.

And then we saw the Maw.

A vast mouth of blades, great beyond any of the structures I have ever seen. All that it touched was utterly destroyed, torn apart and cast into its mouth. I saw some of my brothers, held fast by fear, come too close.

I have never seen such a manner of death as was visited on my brothers before, and it is one I would not wish even on the worst of the Cats. The blades came down, and they were simply... gone. The horror fo their fate broke the grip fear had over me, and I fled, ran like the others we had seen before. All those there ran alongside me, and all who slowed, even for a second were destroyed. The vast Maw gained on us, and we ran ever faster, with a speed I had never known I possessed. After an eternity I saw at last the edge of the field, and made it to the river, just as the Maw turned, and the great body behind it came into view.

And I looked up, and saw the Mark of the Beast, and I knew that I was dead.

This.

This thread.

A cult that heralds the cult of "The Poison One", he who will bright about the final plague and wipe their world clean?

>>13003212
No mouse has returned - but a gerbil once did, the greatest of all gerbils no less.

His name was Lord Lemmiwinks, King of the Gerbils, known far and wide from the famous bard-tune "The Ballad of Lemmiwinks" describing his greatest of adventures.

Is this how we cultist?

holy shit bro this thread
is
epic

I love this thread, seriously.

I would be curious to see what a pet rats mindset in this kind of setting would be... imagine the perfect mindfucked cultist basking in the glory of its master.

>>13008716
and what of laboratory rodents

>>13008716
the master provides!.

what is a loss of some freedom compared to never having to go hungry, feel cold, or fear the claws, beaks/teeth of great and terrible beasts!.

and all that is asked of you in return is loyalty!.

>>13008736
Those poor bastards.

>>13008736
>>13008779
papa nurgle

>>13008736
we found them, each one nearly perfect, each one the same, the humans kept them here in this great white building, each one wished to serve them, each one is sacrificed on a regular basis, to them,

i have seen what was done, and i hardly can speak now what that was, from bits and peices of metal and PLa'stock being inserted into there skulls, driving and controlling them to their wills, i have also seen the horrors of injection and the subsiquent isolation and eventual death

purity of mind and purpose.

>>13001153
I love that book so much. Good God I would play the shit out of this.

>>13009002
> "You gaze up at the mountain, Children of the Territories, you see its snow-capped peak and the clouds upon its slopes. You dream of reaching that pinnacle and drinking the cold waters.
> But who dreams of the path that ascends the mountain side?
> The path to the peak is hard and murderous. It has broken countless Children of the Territories upon its rocks. Their splintered bones lie scattered upon it, paving the way to the mountain top.
> At every step you will hear their bones crumbling under paw, and maybe you shall hear the wind-blown voices of the dead - guiding you forward or leading you to your doom.
> Yes, my children, the way to the mountain is cruel and unforgiving.
> And of those who struggle their long lives, spending their energy and vigour in the climb, who then can taste the melt-water of the summit and say, 'Yes... yes it was worthwhile'?" - Lord Lemmiwinks, The Gerbil King

>>13011739
Each day, 10,000 mice give their lives to power the Great Machine.
The Masters, they use this power to some ends, but this is beyond their meager servants, our minds utterly incapable of concieving the desires of these ancient and nigh-invincible beings.

At least, until the injections started.
It wasnt long before the Leader took the first of us from the cages, to bring the worship of our Great Race to our people - and to burn the heretics of the Mouse Guard when they stand against the Guiding Light of conversion to the Path of Steve.
The Leader was not of our ilk - a strange creature, more sturdy than a mouse, yet so very similar - and had traveled from a far-away land known only as "Slavesass", a land of danger and fright, a living labyrinthine realm of doom and ruled by the undead spirits of others who were not fit to stand as a Leader amongst their ilk.

The Leader, he taught us to seek out the strength in ourselves that the Masters gifted upon us, to look inward to find our true potential; for only in your deepest self is the truth of what you can be, and, without a doubt, that truth is terrible to bear.

The road ahead if full of danger and fright, but we must push onward with all our might!
All will bow! All will serve!
ONWARD BROTHERS, IN STEVE'S NAME!

bump for moar.

We have been looking at this the wrong way.

The Call of Willard is more fitting.

forgot my link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xu2sSVt32bo

>>13013408
The white one is Nyarlatothep?

the lil' bump that could.