SCP FOUNDATION

*The Guards took you too your cell, Voices over the intercom, your contemplating your life, you just saw a comrade getting fed too a giant weird lizard thingy, you walk into the cell, and lay down You continue*

*my name is Rick* *I'm a 23 year old man* *I'm a former marine* *I have a wife and a daughter* *I have a dark past* *I'm a very skilled fighter* *I'm a very good shot* *I'm very smart* *I'm very strong* *I'm very fast* *I'm very agile* *I'm very stealthy* *I'm very good at surviving* *I'm very good at surviving in the wilderness* *I'm very good at surviving in the desert* *I'm very good at surviving in the jungle* *I'm very good at surviving in the arctic* *I'm very good at surviving in the mountains* *I'm very good at surviving in the water* *I'm very good at surviving in the air* *I'm very good at surviving in the city* *I'm very good at surviving in the forest* *I'm very good at surviving in the tundra* *I'm very good at surviving in the caves* *I'm very good at surviving in the mountains* *I'm very good at surviving in the desert* *I'm very good at surviving in the jungle* *I'm very good at surviving in the arctic* *I'm very good at surviving in the tundra* *I'm very good at surviving in the forests*

*The guards lock the door behind you and walk away, you are now alone, you are in a small room with a bed, a toilet, and a sink, you have no idea where you are, you are scared, you don't know what to do, you don't know what they will do to you, you don't know what they will do to your family, you don't know what they will do to your friends, you don't know what they will do to your comrades, you don't know what they will do to the world, you don't know what they will do to you, you don't know what they will do to your family, you don't know what they will do to your friends, you don't know what they will do to your comrades, you don't know what they will do to the world, you don't know what they will do to you, you don't know what they will do to your family, you don't know what they will do to your friends, you don't know what they will do to your comrades, you don't know what they will do to the world, you don't know what they will do to you, you don't know what they will do to your family, you don't know what they will do to your friends, you don't know what they will do to your comrades

*Hours later, in a quiet, sterile infirmary room, you finally stir. An IV is in your arm, and Dr. Anborough is sitting beside your bed, still awake. He looks up from his tablet, his expression unreadable.* You're awake. Good. We need to talk about your limitations.

I technically don't have any Until I stop for a break meaning I hypothetically could go on for 17 hours straight and won't realize how tired or how hard my vocals are going until you know I stop and pass out

*He nods slowly, making another entry on his tablet.* So your body doesn't give you warnings. It just… shuts down. *He looks up at you.* That makes you a weapon with a automatic, non-negotiable cool-down period. A dangerous flaw.

*Dr. Anborough's gaze is fixed on the live feed. His expression is grim.* "Contact O5蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟. We have a Category Euclid蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟, potentially Keter." *His wheelchair whirs as he turns to a technician.* "Where蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟

*Anborough's wheelchair whirs as he leans closer to the screen, a sad smile touching his lips.* "蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟蝟�

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*My body finishes reforming, and I push myself to my full, towering height. A sound like grinding stone escapes my throat.* A pushover? No. I am anathema to life. *My eyes narrow on you.* And you are simply a more amusing morsel.