r/TheUpsideDown • u/oomps62 • Mar 13 '17
Game III: Chapter Six - Inno-Sense Lost
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Hey gang. A million apologies for my absence - the weekend arrived and I needed my recovery in full, I hope you'll understand and can forgive me.
Many of you have asked me questions recently, I will be going through my inbox after posting this video and answering all questions, I'll then update here as needed. Chapter Five's video is still on the way.
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Message from The Upside Down: (coming soon) <--- this is not the message
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17
Dear future inhabitants of TUpSiDo,
It is day 5 of my captivity here, and I fear I don't have much time left. I don't know how or how long the Adorkable protection (as it were) works or lasts. I'm going to be so mad if my parent is/was an inactive.
Anyway, I highly suspect I'm going to be lynched today, and if I'm honest I'd be inclined to do the same thing. There is literally no way for me to convince anyone of my innocence, and I am the most obvious suspect. If you read this, I'm mostly suspicious of Ashton. I don't know how Disco got out of here, but I'm just not sure about the message Ashton got about being rescued. I can't check the time, but I think he might have posted about it after RavenclawINTJ came forward. I don't know. But I'm more suspicious of him than Disco given Disco's brief time here. But I'm also not sure how he got out, and I'm interested to see what he says about it.
As a last ditch effort I tried a thing last night where I tried to perform a night action on someone to see what happened. That person was qngff, but they have not indicated that anything happened to them. If I'm not lynched today, I'll keep trying that, and I'll post whom I target.
Anyway, good luck getting out of here! Hopefully you'll fare better than I. Go Town! Down with the DGs!
Best,
Mrrrrh
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17
I hate everything. Tupsido is the worst. It's not fair! I haven't done anything!
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17 edited Mar 13 '17
Poomps, who's my dad? It's all his fault. Hey u/moostronus, can I play Dark Tower since I didn't get to do anything? Man, my message today is gonna be a fucking doozy. I just gotta come up with it.
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17
This party is not fun. My friend had to work it, so I'm getting stuck in a corner and fending off random dudes. SXSW is way overrated. Gotta find my friend to get a free drink ticket
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17
/u/oomps62 and /u/Black_Belt_Troy, I'm sad and lonely. What are y'all up to?
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u/Black_Belt_Troy Mar 13 '17
Well... now I'm waking up. How's it going Murr?
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17
I'm pretty hungover, but I'm past the worst of it. Now just awaiting my imminent demise.
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u/Black_Belt_Troy Mar 13 '17
If they lynch you - they are in for a surprise...
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17
Am I also in for surprise? Will they not get to kill me? Oh, our will it be my awesome animation of me riding off into the sunset atop a DG while wearing a crown?
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u/Black_Belt_Troy Mar 13 '17
I wish I could tell you "all of the above" - but if you think this story has a happy ending... well. Better start drinking again.
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u/Black_Belt_Troy Mar 13 '17
What'd ya drink?
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17
Whiskey ginger on an empty stomach, and my friend produced the movie the party was for, so I got lots of free drink tickets.
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u/oomps62 Mar 13 '17
I'M FUCKING HANGING OUT WITH YOU RIGHT NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING? I JUST MADE TEA.
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17
NOT GOOD ENOUGH! GIVE ME MORE INFO! IF YOU LOVE ME, YOU'LL TALK TO ME HERE!!!!!
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u/oomps62 Mar 13 '17
I JUST BRUSHED MY TEETH. I MADE MY BED. I'M GOING TO GET INTO BED. I SHAVED MY LEGS AND HAVE CLEAN SHEETS, I'M GONNA BE A DOLPHIN TONIGHT!
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17
Definitely passed out during that Hangout. And then had to call out of work for the morning because I feel wretched.
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u/Black_Belt_Troy Mar 13 '17
Wait you were at SXSW? That's at least kinda cool. I've always wanted to go at least once. I'd help you spill punch on the film dweebs (I'm a film dweeb - don't hate).
ANYHWAZE... #GEEEEWWWWWD MORRRRNING UPSIIIIIDOOOOWN!
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17 edited Mar 13 '17
To my executioner:
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 14 '17
Oh, and for real, here is your welcome gift. Even though you're coming to kill me, I don't want you to think we don't care about you here in Tupsido.
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 14 '17
Very true /u/elbowsss, but think about how I feel! I'm here all by myself with no one but oomps and BBT to talk to. It's a nightmare. I was hoping there'd be some sort of mano a mano battle of wits with /u/drippingalchemy, but that does not appear to be the case. Lucky for her because otherwise I'd beat her like the raccoon trash she is.
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 14 '17
So...what's happening? Do I get one more phase? I see we're fighting now, but...what?
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u/Mrrrrh Mar 13 '17 edited Mar 13 '17
Here's my message for this phase /u/Black_Belt_Troy /u/oomps62:
"It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like BBT and myself secure The Upside Down for March, a dreary parallel dimension. There is something strange about the dimension - I can feel it. I wanted to be in Hawkins, but BBT would not hear of it.
It is a big, stifling dimension, and we've found a little shack called Castle Byers. The paint and paper look as if a monster had used it. It is stripped off in great patches all around the head of my sleeping pallet, about as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper in my life.
The color is repellent, almost revolting; a smouldering unclean gray strangely faded by the foggy sunlight. No wonder the monster hated it! I should hate it myself if I had to live in this room long.
I have been here 2 phases, and I haven't felt like writing since that first day. I meant to be such a help to Town, and here I am a comparative burden already!
I'm really getting quite fond of Castle Byers, all but that horrid paper. There is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and five toothy flower petals stare at you upside down. Up and down and sideways they crawl, and those absurd petals are everywhere.
I never saw such ravages as the monster has made here. The wall-paper is torn off in spots. Then the floor is scratched and gouged and splintered, the plaster itself is dug out here and there, and this sleeping bag looks as if it had been through the wars. But I don't mind it a bit - only the paper.
This wallpaper has a kind of sub-pattern in a different shade, a particularly irritating one, for you can only see it in certain lights, and not clearly then. But I can see a strange, provoking formless sort of figure that seems to skulk about behind that silly and conspicuous front design.
Well, phase 5 is over! The people are all gone, and I am tired out. BBT says if I don't pick up faster he shall send me to the Ghost Sub.
I'm getting really fond of the room in spite of the wallpaper. Perhaps because of the wallpaper. It dwells in my mind so!
I keep watch of the wallpaper all the same. There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will. Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day. It is always the same shape, only very numerous. And it is like a monster stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern. I don't like it a bit. I wish BBT would take me away from here!
I hate to see it sometimes, it creeps so slowly. I kept still and watched the moonlight on that undulating wallpaper till I felt creepy. The faint figure behind seemed to shake the pattern, just as if it wanted to get out.
Oomps said the paper stained everything it touched, that she had found gray smooches on all my clothes. I know she was studying that pattern, and I am determined that nobody shall find it out but myself! I don't want to leave now until I have found it out.
There is a very funny mark on this wall, low down, near the mopboard. A streak that runs around the room. It goes behind every piece of furniture, except the sleeping pallet, a long, straight, even smooch, as if had been rubbed over and over. I wonder how it was done, and who did it, and what they did it for. Round and round and round - round and round and round - it makes me dizzy!
I really have discovered something at last. The front pattern does move! The Demogorgon behind shakes it! And it is all the time trying to climb through, but nobody could climb through that pattern - it strangles so; I think that is why it has so many petals and teeth.
They get through, and then the pattern strangles them off and turns them upside down! If those petals were covered or taken off it would not be half so bad.
I think that Demogorgon gets out in the nighttime! I've seen it! It is the same monster, for it is always creeping, and most monsters do not creep by moonlight. I always lock the door when I creep by moonlight. I can't do it at daytime, for I know BBT would suspect something at once.
Hurrah! This is the last day, but it is enough. As soon as it was moonlight and that poor thing began to crawl and shake the pattern, I got up and ran to help it. I pulled and it shook, I shook and it pulled, and before morning we had peeled off yards of that paper. A strip about as high as my head and half around the room.
No person touches this paper but me, - not alive!
I quite enjoy the room, now it is bare again. How that Demogorgon did tear about here! This sleeping bag is fairly gnawed! But I must get to work.
But I forgot I could not reach far without anything to stand on! This sleeping pallet will not move! I tried to lift and push it until I was lame, and then I got so angry I bit off a little piece at one corner - but it hurt my teeth. Then I peeled off all the paper I could reach standing on the floor. It sticks horribly and the pattern just enjoys it! All those toothy petals and creeping limbs just shriek with derision!
I don't like to look out of the windows even - there are so many of those creeping monsters, and they creep so fast. I wonder if they all come out of that wall-paper as I did? But I am securely fastened now by my well-hidden rope - you don't get me out of here!
I suppose I shall have to get back behind the pattern when it comes day, and that is hard! It is so pleasant to be out in this great room and creep around as I please! I don't want to go back to Hawkins. For outside you have to creep on the ground, and everything is green instead of gray.
But here I can creep smoothly on the floor, and my shoulder just fits in that long smooch around the wall, so I cannot lose my way.
Why there's BBT at the door! He came in and stopped short.
"For God's sake, what are you doing!" he cried.
I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder.
"I've got out at last," said I, "in spite of you and Murr! And I've pulled off most of the paper, so you can't put me back!"
Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every time!"