Benji Dooble
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the question is are we gonna just do containment breach like a bunch of repeats or are we gonna really explore something creative in the scp universe
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Small town setting, could range from the initial discovery of an SCP, containment of an SCP, extermination of an SCP. Abductions of the populace by the Foundation, etc. Etc.
Benji Dooble
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I've done two RP's run by SCP authors and writers. The first was based on a red lake that lead to another dimension, and the other was a 1950's setting on the Foundation trying to get itself into position to do its job.
Of the two, numerous plots were held for various things. An SCP RP really can hold some interesting plots, it just depends on the initial setting and the ideas people have. Something to note is that SCP covers anomalous things in general, whatever you experience doesn't have to be a listed one. If anything an unlisted SCP can be better to work with as you can design it to fit the medium and the story.
Of the two, numerous plots were held for various things. An SCP RP really can hold some interesting plots, it just depends on the initial setting and the ideas people have. Something to note is that SCP covers anomalous things in general, whatever you experience doesn't have to be a listed one. If anything an unlisted SCP can be better to work with as you can design it to fit the medium and the story.
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Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The doctor continued his movements through the forest slowly and carefully, being as cautious as he could given the place he was in. Black tendrils seemed to flow out from the trees, moving in a direction that he could follow. How typical of the sickness. The doctor stopped for a moment, getting a lay of the land. Great trees flew overhead; towering and mighty. Leaves covered the forest floor, and bushes could be seen as far as his mask could see. His doctor's intuition had led him here, and he was going to stop this sickness no matter the cost. He had almost forgotten how long that he had been doing this, but it had stopped mattering a century ago. This was for the greater good, and he wouldn't allow anyone to stop him. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Moonlight flowed from the trees onto the forest floor in patches, the leaves and branches covering the soft moonlight. Beams that got through shone onto the doctor's skin, it's black, leathery surface perfectly blending with the darkness of the night. The doctor knew that to many, he was an eidolan; a spirit. He knew deep down that this worked to his advantage, those that carried the sickness were always quite gullible. It always made it quite easier for him to lobotomize his victims, and use them to find even more tendrils, more carriers of this infernal sickness. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. His hand flew to feel at the mask on his face, its restrictive ceramic protecting him from the black tendril's advances. It wasn't a matter of him falling to the sickness, it was a matter of the sickness falling to him. The doctor kept moving, following the haze that seemed to flow from the light further on. His human-like eyes appraised the black tendril that he was following. As he had thought, leading right toward where the haze and light was. He pressed on. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Crunch. He stood still, looking on from beside the gargantuan oak in his path. His eyes settled on where the haze and light came from. A campsite, two carriers of the sickness sitting on logs and wiping their knifes. A device sat between the legs of one of the carriers, made of wood and metal with tape wrapped around the butt end of the device. Two tents stood on opposite ends of the site, filled with their personal attachments. It's a shame, out here, he'd never be able to write a pigeon to alert their families of their illness. They'll at least know that they will be safe in the end. They began speaking, and the doctor saw his chance. Crunch.
Crunch...
Crunch...
Crunch...
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"Look. I'm telling you; shut the fuck up and get your head out of your ass." Garett yelled out as he continued wiping and cleaning the piece of metal in his hand from the dried blood from earlier. Of course he had to end up losing all of his associates in the crossfire of their previous job. Who knew if they were ratting on him to the police right now. All he knew is that he was about to have a very hefty stay in this forest. Epping was the name if he remembered right, but he didn't give a shit about that. All he cared about was not getting caught by the boys in blue.
"Head in my ass? Look who's talking tall and mighty. Because of you, we have no crew, hardly any food, and, most importantly to me, /no fucking money/." Robert retorted, snapping his head to the right and pointing his own knife at him. "Because of you, Wanda is worried sick and I may never see her again you fucking prick." Garett moved his legs slightly, the rifle between them moving with him as he shot his eyes back over to Garett. He knew this would be good. It almost made him not even pay attention to the crunch of leaves.
"Money. Money. Money. I knew what you'd fucking talk about. We'd be swimming in money as you'd want if you had not have killed the clerk. Thanks to that little problem, we barely made out alive!" Robert shot right up after Garett's response, keeping his knife pointed at him and looking quite vivid.
"That little punk had it coming and you know that he did." Shooting right up after seeing Robert get himself in an aggressive position, Garett shot right up himself with his rifle pointed at Robert.
"I could end you right now and no one would find the body, we're so far out that no one would notice either. You'd be found in a few days, the result of an animal attack." Robert froze up as the metal lead shooter leveled with his body. Hah. Garett knew it. Fucking puss-
Crunch...
Crunch...
Crunch...
Garett froze as he saw a black shadow fall over Robert, coming right behind him as he heard the words of a demon fill the air.
"Do not fear, I know The Great Pestilence resides within you. I will liberate you from it's hold."
Garett pulled his rifle tighter as a syringe, looking like something straight out of a medieval horror film, was plunged into Robert's neck. Garett could hear Robert's cry of agony in the camp as the shadow threw Robert's body onto the flames, snuffing it out and putting the forest into complete darkness, for a few moments.
Pat pat pat pat. Garett proceeded to fill up the entire area in front of where he had his gun aimed at Robert with lead, bullets flying everywhere into the trees and forest in order to take care of whatever the fuck had put Robert in the dirt. If he got out of this, he was taking a long stop at Sister Annie's Brothel. Pat pat pat pat. His gun kept throwing out lead balls of death in front of him before Garett finally stopped, the echo of his rounds filling the forest. Heh. He could even hear a bird fly off like in the movies.
The silence was probably the scariest thing of it all. He couldn't see anything in this wood, the moonlight was non-existant in the area that they had picked. They wanted to be secluded and now it was fucking him in the ass. He moved in the direction of where he had seen Robert. It wasn't long until he had reached a body, still lying in the ground. Thank god, Robert was still here and somewhat okay. "Rob...I...I...I'm going to get us out of this fucking forest once you wake up."
Crunch...
No...
Crunch...
That wasn't fucking possible...
Crunch...
It isn't fucking humanly possible.
Something that looked like a hand, pulled him out of his stupor, bringing him around to face whatever horrifying creature would be his undoing.
"Don't worry. I can't have you interrupting the salvation of your friend. It seems his disease has also spread to you."
Garett looked on in horror as he could see another syringe in the other hand of the creature, slowly moving toward him.
"Like your friend...I bring you salvation."
No one heard Garett's screams.
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Garett and Robert slowly emerged from Epping Forest, walking slowly and linearly in an imaginary path. They couldn't comprehend what was going on, but one person knew.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Black tendrils, everywhere as his eyes could see. It was like an ocean of darkness, weaving itself together and coagulating into an even greater threat. He hadn't seen anything like it before in over fifty years. He had taken care of the last problem, and now, a new one had presented itself. Following closely behind his new assistants, they stopped at a hill, overlooking what looked to be a town. Cars seemed to go into and out of the small hamlet but one could tell that it had major activity.
The white, bird mask of the doctor looked from Garett to Robert and then back to the town. The voice of the demon spoke once more.
"I have not seen such a grouping of The Great Pestilence in some time. Come, my assistants. It is time we eradicated this pestilence from existence."
The doctor and his assistants plunged.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Moonlight flowed from the trees onto the forest floor in patches, the leaves and branches covering the soft moonlight. Beams that got through shone onto the doctor's skin, it's black, leathery surface perfectly blending with the darkness of the night. The doctor knew that to many, he was an eidolan; a spirit. He knew deep down that this worked to his advantage, those that carried the sickness were always quite gullible. It always made it quite easier for him to lobotomize his victims, and use them to find even more tendrils, more carriers of this infernal sickness. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. His hand flew to feel at the mask on his face, its restrictive ceramic protecting him from the black tendril's advances. It wasn't a matter of him falling to the sickness, it was a matter of the sickness falling to him. The doctor kept moving, following the haze that seemed to flow from the light further on. His human-like eyes appraised the black tendril that he was following. As he had thought, leading right toward where the haze and light was. He pressed on. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Crunch. He stood still, looking on from beside the gargantuan oak in his path. His eyes settled on where the haze and light came from. A campsite, two carriers of the sickness sitting on logs and wiping their knifes. A device sat between the legs of one of the carriers, made of wood and metal with tape wrapped around the butt end of the device. Two tents stood on opposite ends of the site, filled with their personal attachments. It's a shame, out here, he'd never be able to write a pigeon to alert their families of their illness. They'll at least know that they will be safe in the end. They began speaking, and the doctor saw his chance. Crunch.
Crunch...
Crunch...
Crunch...
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"Look. I'm telling you; shut the fuck up and get your head out of your ass." Garett yelled out as he continued wiping and cleaning the piece of metal in his hand from the dried blood from earlier. Of course he had to end up losing all of his associates in the crossfire of their previous job. Who knew if they were ratting on him to the police right now. All he knew is that he was about to have a very hefty stay in this forest. Epping was the name if he remembered right, but he didn't give a shit about that. All he cared about was not getting caught by the boys in blue.
"Head in my ass? Look who's talking tall and mighty. Because of you, we have no crew, hardly any food, and, most importantly to me, /no fucking money/." Robert retorted, snapping his head to the right and pointing his own knife at him. "Because of you, Wanda is worried sick and I may never see her again you fucking prick." Garett moved his legs slightly, the rifle between them moving with him as he shot his eyes back over to Garett. He knew this would be good. It almost made him not even pay attention to the crunch of leaves.
"Money. Money. Money. I knew what you'd fucking talk about. We'd be swimming in money as you'd want if you had not have killed the clerk. Thanks to that little problem, we barely made out alive!" Robert shot right up after Garett's response, keeping his knife pointed at him and looking quite vivid.
"That little punk had it coming and you know that he did." Shooting right up after seeing Robert get himself in an aggressive position, Garett shot right up himself with his rifle pointed at Robert.
"I could end you right now and no one would find the body, we're so far out that no one would notice either. You'd be found in a few days, the result of an animal attack." Robert froze up as the metal lead shooter leveled with his body. Hah. Garett knew it. Fucking puss-
Crunch...
Crunch...
Crunch...
Garett froze as he saw a black shadow fall over Robert, coming right behind him as he heard the words of a demon fill the air.
"Do not fear, I know The Great Pestilence resides within you. I will liberate you from it's hold."
Garett pulled his rifle tighter as a syringe, looking like something straight out of a medieval horror film, was plunged into Robert's neck. Garett could hear Robert's cry of agony in the camp as the shadow threw Robert's body onto the flames, snuffing it out and putting the forest into complete darkness, for a few moments.
Pat pat pat pat. Garett proceeded to fill up the entire area in front of where he had his gun aimed at Robert with lead, bullets flying everywhere into the trees and forest in order to take care of whatever the fuck had put Robert in the dirt. If he got out of this, he was taking a long stop at Sister Annie's Brothel. Pat pat pat pat. His gun kept throwing out lead balls of death in front of him before Garett finally stopped, the echo of his rounds filling the forest. Heh. He could even hear a bird fly off like in the movies.
The silence was probably the scariest thing of it all. He couldn't see anything in this wood, the moonlight was non-existant in the area that they had picked. They wanted to be secluded and now it was fucking him in the ass. He moved in the direction of where he had seen Robert. It wasn't long until he had reached a body, still lying in the ground. Thank god, Robert was still here and somewhat okay. "Rob...I...I...I'm going to get us out of this fucking forest once you wake up."
Crunch...
No...
Crunch...
That wasn't fucking possible...
Crunch...
It isn't fucking humanly possible.
Something that looked like a hand, pulled him out of his stupor, bringing him around to face whatever horrifying creature would be his undoing.
"Don't worry. I can't have you interrupting the salvation of your friend. It seems his disease has also spread to you."
Garett looked on in horror as he could see another syringe in the other hand of the creature, slowly moving toward him.
"Like your friend...I bring you salvation."
No one heard Garett's screams.
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Garett and Robert slowly emerged from Epping Forest, walking slowly and linearly in an imaginary path. They couldn't comprehend what was going on, but one person knew.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Black tendrils, everywhere as his eyes could see. It was like an ocean of darkness, weaving itself together and coagulating into an even greater threat. He hadn't seen anything like it before in over fifty years. He had taken care of the last problem, and now, a new one had presented itself. Following closely behind his new assistants, they stopped at a hill, overlooking what looked to be a town. Cars seemed to go into and out of the small hamlet but one could tell that it had major activity.
The white, bird mask of the doctor looked from Garett to Robert and then back to the town. The voice of the demon spoke once more.
"I have not seen such a grouping of The Great Pestilence in some time. Come, my assistants. It is time we eradicated this pestilence from existence."
The doctor and his assistants plunged.
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Can I roleplay that one guy that competes with the scientists for cards?
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