The faithful layer — and a whole world you can actually play

A text world of this lineage is more than rooms and speech. It is the small, human machinery that made people stay: a chest only you can open, a note left for someone who is offline, a wizard who can quiet a troublemaker and undo it after, a room you deleted by mistake and got back. None of it is flashy. All of it is what made a MUSE feel lived in. This build adds that faithful layer — and then does something the project has been building toward for weeks: it plays the whole thing through, start to finish, in one automated scripted session.

Locks you can own, not just carry

A lock in GenMURK is a boolean expression stored as data — “you may pass if you are #5, or carry #5, or your RANK is gold.” This build completes it with the predicate the requirements always named and we had not yet built: owner(#N) — pass if you own the object. A guild door can now open for whoever the guild charter belongs to, a thing a key alone can’t express.

Locks are untrusted input, so their evaluation is bounded three ways — how long the expression can be, how deeply it can nest, and how many steps it may take — and anything hostile or malformed fails closed: a lock never accidentally opens. We threw nesting bombs and catastrophic patterns at it; it shrugs them off in bounded time. And with the pickup lock finally having an action to gate, you can now take a thing from a room and drop it back — over that lock, exactly as a returning player would expect.

Mail, moderation, and taking a deletion back

Mail is player-to-player, durable until you delete it, quota-bounded so no one can flood your inbox, and readable by wizards for moderation — while the body is never written to any audit log. It reaches people in other rooms, and even people who are offline.

Moderation is the wizard’s toolkit — warn, boot, silence, unsilence — and every act is written to an audit trail: who did what, to whom, when, and why. The tooling only reaches down: no one can moderate an equal-or-higher tier, and the root god is never a target. A silence gags speech and mail at once, and lifts cleanly.

Destruction you can take back: destroy tells you plainly how long you have and the number to recover with, and undestroy #N brings it back within the window. You recover by number, not name, because a destroyed thing has left your view — and we would rather be honest about that than pretend you can still see it.

The whole world, played through

Here is the part that matters most. Every feature above, and everything built before it, is now tied together in a single scripted playthrough that runs on every build:

A new player registers and logs in. Two others walk and talk across rooms. A wizard builds a locked room and a locked object; another player is refused by both. The wizard attaches a $-command to the room, and a second player triggers it — styled text answers, and the world records it. They page and mail each other. The wizard moderates — silences, warns, boots — and the audit trail is checked. Finally the wizard destroys a thing and takes it back.

That scenario is green, end to end, through the real database, on every change — a new CI job stands the stack up on the runner and plays it. It is the clearest answer yet to “is this actually a world you can play?” It is. On localhost only: the sandbox gate still stands, and nothing about GenMURK is hosted, exposed, or demoed beyond a machine’s own loopback.

Honest about the one thing still open

GenMURK aims to feel familiar to anyone who played a MUSE of this lineage — the same commands under your fingers. We can’t yet prove that bar is met: the canonical list of the reference’s commands is a preservation task that hasn’t landed, so every command we ship is still labelled provisional and traced to our own requirements, never to memory of the wider family. The compatibility harness now covers the full verb surface and says exactly this, loudly. Until that capture arrives, the “returning users onboard easily” claim stays honestly withheld — the honest state, not a green light we haven’t earned.