"Hello there Archon. It seems you have found us so.
I do hope we do not get off on the wrong foot. That would both send us below.
Pleased to meet you. We are behind these doors.
Come inside.
There is much to explore."
Archon’s feathers bristle and it looks around for any guards nearby.
There don't appear to be any at the moment.
Pressing its body up against the wall, Archon becomes almost completely transparent and made of light. With difficulty, it phases through the door and to the door of the music box room.
The music box sits there on the table. It's makes a soft chiming noise as if calling out to Archon.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young man, about in their late teens to early twenty is running through the halls in a d-class containment outfit, laughing happily as he explores the facility
He runs across a large, open area with a strange cylindrical machine in it. There is a button, labelled "Thresher Machine - DO NOT TOUCH"
He stares at it curiously, before punching the button and racing of with glee
A young man, about in their late teens to early twenty is running through the halls in a d-class containment outfit, laughing happily as he explores the facility
He runs across a large, open area with a strange cylindrical machine in it. There is a button, labelled "Thresher Machine - DO NOT TOUCH"
He stares at it curiously, before punching the button and racing of with glee
"Ah, Foundation... how you've failed us..."
The machine begins to run. It is certainly doing... something.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A young man, about in their late teens to early twenty is running through the halls in a d-class containment outfit, laughing happily as he explores the facility
He runs across a large, open area with a strange cylindrical machine in it. There is a button, labelled "Thresher Machine - DO NOT TOUCH"
He stares at it curiously, before punching the button and racing of with glee
'I wonder what they use that machine for? Hey, is that a spot of d-class blood in there?'
A young man, about in their late teens to early twenty is running through the halls in a d-class containment outfit, laughing happily as he explores the facility
He runs across a large, open area with a strange cylindrical machine in it. There is a button, labelled "Thresher Machine - DO NOT TOUCH"
He stares at it curiously, before punching the button and racing of with glee
'I wonder what they use that machine for? Hey, is that a spot of d-class blood in there?'
The apparent d-class shrugs with a smile, walking off
'I have no idea. Just messing with him. But you don't think they put d-classers into the thresher? Hey, on a completely other note, I wonder what meat is in the 'pork burgers'?'
'Hey, are you lost?'
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The music box sits there on the table. It's makes a soft chiming noise as if calling out to Archon.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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'Interesting ceiling, isn't it?'
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"I'm fine."
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"D-Class. The people we feed to you."
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He stares at it curiously, before punching the button and racing of with glee
"Ah, Foundation... how you've failed us..."
The machine begins to run. It is certainly doing... something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I wonder what they use that machine for? Hey, is that a spot of d-class blood in there?'
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The apparent d-class shrugs with a smile, walking off
"i could get you something"
'I have no idea. Just messing with him. But you don't think they put d-classers into the thresher? Hey, on a completely other note, I wonder what meat is in the 'pork burgers'?'
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"I dont even know who or what you are!"
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Anasta is in her office, lying on the couch, resting.
SCP 3627 is making soft chimes at one moment and the loud chimes that could rival a church bell.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Again, no proof, but it's what I would do if I ran this place. But you know that'
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There's a thump on her door and some muffled laughing
"I'm an SCP. You can call me Mike."