Nymphlopedia

Entry 78: Supercritical Nymphs

Beginning AN:

You are now witnessing the first of the definite "In the endgame, I'm running out of ideas, so I'm less-proud of these and might rewrite them" Nymph Variants. My main beef with this one is that... well, I really find the whole setting of the planet Venus interesting and wanted to have an environment themed around that, "extreme locations" and everything, but... well, yeah, this feels more like a mix of other, previous biomes... maybe.

At the very least the name is kinda dumb. I do like playing around with lesser-known science stuff but without knowing what a supercritical fluid is, this sounds like a Mario RPG enemy.

Then again I fucking love Mario so maybe that's not a bad thing.

Also I've finally changed my poll to a Terraria related one, but it's about the Evil Biomes since I think making one about the Nymph Variants would just be overkill, especially since they're not all out yet. I'll get back to Gravity Falls stuff it's just that... yeah... RG's on a bit of an awkward hold for now so... having a poll like that would just draw attention to something I'm honestly trying to sweep under the rug until it's fixed.

They conquered Mars. (By fighting off some soldiers.) It was time to conquer Venus. (Indirectly.)

The problem was, well, the entire cavern section was just plain nuts.

Boiling gasses swirled above and below. Lightning was constantly going off in the artificial skies above - none actually reaching the ground, but it was still quite the scare-giver. To Vince, mostly.

Also it was really fucking hot. Even Hell was cooler than that.

"Did Dave REALLY run off here?!" Sonata asked.

"I saw him in this general direction..." Tania answered. "But it's unlikely that he and his army wanted to go here. We can still stay away from him if we remain here."

Sonata stopped wiping the sweat from her forehead and straightened her brow. "Oh. Good. A rematch with Dave here would be... blechk!"

"What the FUCK are you doing all the way over here?!" Asked one of many of the patron Nymphs of the area, a crowd of which that 'jumped out' on the Trio (capital-T now) from behind an especially tall rock that was sticking out of superheated magma. "Oh... you're the Naked Empire? The Cthulhu-killers?"

"Yeah." Sonata replied. "Does that answer your first question?"

"...No it does not. There's still no reason to go down here."

"We're journeying around the world." Tania said. She looked down and sighed. "Again. This time it's to clean up the new spread of Evil Biomes. Again. But to specifically gather an army."

"And I want to find my damn Meowmere!" Sonata groaned. "And I hate saying that because that's a stupid name for a super powerful sword and the last Zenith Ingredient I need before I can finally become the Zenith Nymph. So I'm just running around, 'Meowmere, Meowmere' and I sound like an idiot."

"We don't know a thing about a catsword, but... if you want to dissolve an enemy... I could help out!" She gave Sonata a smirk.

"Oh, really? Great! That's kind of what we're here for! Well, that, and getting rid of all of this Crimson and, eventually, Candy shit."

"So who is the target?"

"Lindsey." Tania said.

They all shuddered, talking among themselves.

"Okay, we get that a lot." Said Vince. "But we were able to beat Cthulhu, the horror that blasted an entire Jungle to nothing in seconds!"

"We watch the news! You beat a half-Cthulhu, not a full-Cthulhu. And Lindsey's on her way of becoming... about three Cthulhus and a Beast of Revelation."

"What the fuck is a Beast of Revelation?" Sonata asked. But she got ignored.

"...How can we convince you that Lindsey's not that bad?" Vince asked.

Both Tania and Sonata replied to that at the same time. "No, they have a point." But the 'leading' Supercritical Nymph instead summoned a pen - a special pen made to resist the hostile conditions of the location they were in - and looked to a rock that stuck tall from the ground.

"With Cthulhu Math."

"You're kidding..." Vince said.

"And power levels, measured in Cthulhus."

"Technically it's less than half of a Cthulhu." Said Tania. "We, well, we fucked him up bad. The Lunatic Cult were only able to partially heal him."

"You're not helping." Vince told her.

"Truth and accuracy always help in the end."

Sonata chuckled. "You're still gonna ride that guilt about being part of a species of liars, huh? Okay then."

Supercritical Nymphs.

Swirling clouds and strong forces of all kind, these Nymphs are as if they're from another world! Venus, specifically.

Preferred Environment: Supercritical Caverns.

Environment Threat Level: Severe... bordering on Extremely Severe.

Environment Stats: Extremely dry. Boiling. Moderate on the mundane-fantastic scale. Rare normally, common very close to the Underworld. Theorized to be deep below the Underworld, although it is unlikely any Nymph is there. Chambers of powerful, swirling storms, acid rains, and extreme heat. Heavy amounts of carbon dioxide.

Other Names: Sulfur Nymphs, Carbon Dioxide Nymphs, Atmosphere Nymphs, "Acid-Gas Nymphs," "Venus Nymphs" (as in the planet; not to be confused with the Roman goddess, that would fit Love Nymphs).

Affinity: Fire.

Color: Dull Blush.

Traditional Costume Weapon: Wisps of their special toxic gas around their stomachs, usually slithering up to form a spiral that loops around their necks. Aids them with commanding most supercritical fluids, or even plasma.

Vince's Comment: Toxic Caves, Magma Lakes, and Acid Lakes combined and made... this. Very dangerous environment to be in, don't go in unless it's got a safe established home there or it's your damn JOB to be there. If a stray Nymph or Satyr from there goes out to here, ice magic is their biggest weakness. Try that. Normally extremophile Nymphs aren't too weak to their "opposites," but... yeah, in this case they're THAT far in to the extreme heat.
Seriously the clouds pretty much disintegrate you.

Sonata's Comment: Ahhhhhh their places are awesome. A lot of 'em can be stoic, though, so you'll have to put a little effort in to getting one to open up to you. Don't try super hard on that, okay? Introverts like being left alone, they don't like huge bursting noises and crowds. So, they wouldn't like me, basically, I have to cool myself off to fit with them.

Tania's Comment: Supercritical Nymphs.
Nymphae Atmosphaera.
These may be the second-most extremophile Variants of all, behind Nuclear Nymphs of course. Their bodies can use the heat, acidity, and dense gasses to their own advantage, and this helps them grow dangerous plants... that function more like animals really, to be made as their pets. In spite of this, they, like all Nymph Variants, can transfer to a more "normal" biome without much shock. I can myself, and I am not sure beyong the usual temperature and pressure regulation ablities common to all Nymph types for ideal communication around the globe. Communication which... has not happened until Sonata started the Naked Empire. (For sexual purposes mostly. I guess it's true what they say, sex sells... or starts a massive movement.)
It is rumored that Plantera was actually birthed in this biome. I agree with this rumor because, I mean, holy shit have you SEEN Plantera?
(Note from Vince: No, Plantera being born in the Jungle also makes sense.)
(Note from Sonata: Fuck the Jungle.)

Closing AN:

I also got started a little on the short story of this one too but didn't write as much as I did for the Digital Nymphs. But... yeah this was shorter anyway.

Yes I purposefully avoided the term "brimstone" because, again, I want this to stand on its own and not try to compare it to Calamity or other mods. Again I'm an asshole canon purist when it comes to integrating popular fan content even if everyone else does it. And again, the biggest exception would be if it's made official like Isaac Antibirth.

Oh and fuck in Dave's last appearance I forgot about him talking in third-person. How could I forget that, I specifically gave him that trait to piss me off.