OOC: How about for the decommissioned SCPs experiment, you do this one:
http://www.scp-wiki.net/decomm:scp-106-d
That one would be interesting...
http://www.scp-wiki.net/decomm:scp-106-d
That one would be interesting...
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I'm thinking of creating a joint experiment using anomaly 001 provided we can all agree on which on to use. Here's a link to the separate proposals: http://www.scp-wiki.net/proposals-for-scp-001
*yawns as he wakes up his vision is very fuzzy* ahh come on I hate this place rubber walls no electrics guarded all the time will ya let me have some batteries or something? Or see other peeps I mean I don't even know how to control what I have so it's not like I'm gonna do something! -sighs- I guess not! Ya horrible people!
*plays with his hands a spark shoots between them then into the ground*
Woah! That was so cool!
*focuses a more solid spark flows between a his hands then to the ground* oww
"Powers are not to be used in cells! I think you should take a nap!"what?
-a gas falls from the ceiling- oh god
I don't like the- *he crumples up in pain as he falls to the floor*
"There was a little gift in it..."
*plays with his hands a spark shoots between them then into the ground*
Woah! That was so cool!
*focuses a more solid spark flows between a his hands then to the ground* oww
"Powers are not to be used in cells! I think you should take a nap!"what?
-a gas falls from the ceiling- oh god
I don't like the- *he crumples up in pain as he falls to the floor*
"There was a little gift in it..."
I'm behind... way behind. So I'll respond from the back, forward.
Here you are, Bella.
Scientifically: A nanotechnological macro-construct.
Understandably: A collective Nanobot mass, that gained sentience.
English: A robot, but not the usual kind.[DOUBLEPOST=1374581739][/DOUBLEPOST]Byrne's Log: [Unknown Time]
So this is institute. It isn't as bad as the Earth Military in 1950. Now that was horrible, especially with the Roswell thingy. Conspiracy theorists... It looks like the creator of this place doesn't expect anyone to willingly come here.
--Log ended.
So I'll respond from the back, forward. Here you are, Bella.
Scientifically: A nanotechnological macro-construct.
Understandably: A collective Nanobot mass, that gained sentience.
English: A robot, but not the usual kind.[DOUBLEPOST=1374581739][/DOUBLEPOST]Byrne's Log: [Unknown Time]
So this is institute. It isn't as bad as the Earth Military in 1950. Now that was horrible, especially with the Roswell thingy. Conspiracy theorists... It looks like the creator of this place doesn't expect anyone to willingly come here.
--Log ended.
I especially like Propsal 3, obviously. I've actually been reading out of those recently.
IC: I wake up in my cell. Only now I notice a small speaker in the corner. The stone is still in my sleeve.
I try to summon the shadows, but the light is off and I am shrouded in darkness. The darkness starts to come away in strips, but when about half of the back wall is done, a great wave of fatigue washes over me, and I start to feel faint. I sit down, the shadows still flowing in a globe around my hand.
Only too late I notice a purplish cloud hanging over my head.
I stick my hand in the cloud. It feels warm. From what little I remember of geography, cold air sinks, hot air rises.
I lay down, flat on my back, and try to breathe through the side of my mouth. Suddenly, the speaker speaks.
"Ah, Felix. You seem to have found a loophole in our little plan. Would you like a cookie?"
"Don't patronise me," I say, utterly failing to hide my anger, "if I find you - no, WHEN I find you, I'll do to you what you made me do to Peregrine."
"Keep in mind, Felix, that I am the one who call the shots around here. I can keep you in here until you're a rotting corpse if I want. You'll never get to look for me. What can you do about it? At the risk of sounding clichéd, do your worst."
"Gladly."
I think about a pneumatic drill. I think really hard. I think about the shadows forming into a dirty great pneumatic drill. And so they do. I grab this shadow drill, and aim for the only part of the room that doesn't have a sigil carved into it.
The floor.
I activate the drill. A loud whirring-whining sound is emmitted and I only just manage to keep my feet on the ground. A small hole appears, getting bigger by the second, until it is large enough for me to fit through. I look down, and then it strikes me like so many fists. THAT'S why there were no sigils. THAT'S why no one tried to stop me. My cell is suspended fifty, maybe a hundred metres above the ground.
The speaker man speaks again:
"Ha! You really thought we would be so embarrassingly naive? Oh, Felix, you crack me up. You don't contain over two thousand anomalies without learning a few tricks and tips."
"GAAAAH!" I scream. "You son of a bitch! I'll kill you! You just wait, you fucker!"
"You seem a bit tense, Felix. You're swearing too much for a 14-year-old."
"Come at me, motherfucker!"
"Good night, Felix."
"What? What the fuck do you mean?"
"Time for beddy-byes, Felix."
"You come here and say that to my face, you hog-fucking-"
I start to cough violently. Balls. I stood up, right into the cloud of purple gas. I'm finding it hard to breathe.
In between coughs, I hear the speaker man laugh. It's a polite laugh, with a hint of madness. He's enjoying himself massively, but is trying to stay professional.
I feel tired. I need a lie-down. I lay on the floor, and think about what a colossus of cock that manzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
I try to summon the shadows, but the light is off and I am shrouded in darkness. The darkness starts to come away in strips, but when about half of the back wall is done, a great wave of fatigue washes over me, and I start to feel faint. I sit down, the shadows still flowing in a globe around my hand.
Only too late I notice a purplish cloud hanging over my head.
I stick my hand in the cloud. It feels warm. From what little I remember of geography, cold air sinks, hot air rises.
I lay down, flat on my back, and try to breathe through the side of my mouth. Suddenly, the speaker speaks.
"Ah, Felix. You seem to have found a loophole in our little plan. Would you like a cookie?"
"Don't patronise me," I say, utterly failing to hide my anger, "if I find you - no, WHEN I find you, I'll do to you what you made me do to Peregrine."
"Keep in mind, Felix, that I am the one who call the shots around here. I can keep you in here until you're a rotting corpse if I want. You'll never get to look for me. What can you do about it? At the risk of sounding clichéd, do your worst."
"Gladly."
I think about a pneumatic drill. I think really hard. I think about the shadows forming into a dirty great pneumatic drill. And so they do. I grab this shadow drill, and aim for the only part of the room that doesn't have a sigil carved into it.
The floor.
I activate the drill. A loud whirring-whining sound is emmitted and I only just manage to keep my feet on the ground. A small hole appears, getting bigger by the second, until it is large enough for me to fit through. I look down, and then it strikes me like so many fists. THAT'S why there were no sigils. THAT'S why no one tried to stop me. My cell is suspended fifty, maybe a hundred metres above the ground.
The speaker man speaks again:
"Ha! You really thought we would be so embarrassingly naive? Oh, Felix, you crack me up. You don't contain over two thousand anomalies without learning a few tricks and tips."
"GAAAAH!" I scream. "You son of a bitch! I'll kill you! You just wait, you fucker!"
"You seem a bit tense, Felix. You're swearing too much for a 14-year-old."
"Come at me, motherfucker!"
"Good night, Felix."
"What? What the fuck do you mean?"
"Time for beddy-byes, Felix."
"You come here and say that to my face, you hog-fucking-"
I start to cough violently. Balls. I stood up, right into the cloud of purple gas. I'm finding it hard to breathe.
In between coughs, I hear the speaker man laugh. It's a polite laugh, with a hint of madness. He's enjoying himself massively, but is trying to stay professional.
I feel tired. I need a lie-down. I lay on the floor, and think about what a colossus of cock that manzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
I'm behind... way behind.
Here you are, Bella.
Scientifically: A nanotechnological macro-construct.
Understandably: A collective Nanobot mass, that gained sentience.
English: A robot, but not the usual kind.[DOUBLEPOST=1374581739][/DOUBLEPOST]Byrne's Log: [Unknown Time]
So this is institute. It isn't as bad as the Earth Military in 1950. Now that was horrible, especially with the Roswell thingy. Conspiracy theorists... It looks like the creator of this place doesn't expect anyone to willingly come here.
--Log ended.
Bit OP. If I may offer a bit of help, I'd suggest scrapping the go-through-walls thing.
Thanks, man![DOUBLEPOST=1374590910][/DOUBLEPOST]OOC: Honestly, I think I said 'fuck' a tad too much. If I had to swear, I probably should have used a bit more variety.
It's good the way it is.
And no need to thank, I'm always honest, if I like it, I say I do, if I don't, I say I don't.
I think your character is a bit OP, but every character is OP so...
OOC: Cool. I just find it polite to say thanks, but sure. I know my character is OP, so I added defensive sigils to the cell to keep my character from getting out.
*repeatedly punches the walls of his cell* I want to get ou::t talk to others maybe! Eat electrics go to a gym or something!
Please me boss man please! (Wonder if bella will give me more experiments Maybe let interaction or maybe gyms) this rubber :/ it hurts my head oh god I'm going insane I'm talking to my self!
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Please me boss man please! (Wonder if bella will give me more experiments Maybe let interaction or maybe gyms) this rubber :/ it hurts my head oh god I'm going insane I'm talking to my self!
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Proposal three isn't really my favorite. You can easily assume everything about it, so there's not much mystery to the thing. Personally, I like proposal John, Scantron, and Roget's proposals. They all leave a nice air of mystery about them.
I'm behind... way behind.
Here you are, Bella.
Scientifically: A nanotechnological macro-construct.
Understandably: A collective Nanobot mass, that gained sentience.
English: A robot, but not the usual kind.[DOUBLEPOST=1374581739][/DOUBLEPOST]Byrne's Log: [Unknown Time]
So this is institute. It isn't as bad as the Earth Military in 1950. Now that was horrible, especially with the Roswell thingy. Conspiracy theorists... It looks like the creator of this place doesn't expect anyone to willingly come here.
--Log ended.
Ah yes, I remember what was wrong with yours. The /i thing didn't make much sense to me, could you explain that? The other problem with it is that it can go through walls. Flying is it's own disability as you could always fly into a bird, or even a plane. Everything but the walls thing is pretty cool.
The general idea is that the scientists are slightly wary of allowing you guys to go on any missions as there's always the possibility of escape. But I'll see what I can do about that.
We're all one big OP family that's locked up in a cage of torment and sadness!
Your's was much better this time around. Very well layered, like a proper story.[DOUBLEPOST=1374612475][/DOUBLEPOST]And if anybody wants an experiment with a specific anomaly, just say so and I'll try to make it work out.
Proposal three isn't really my favorite. You can easily assume everything about it, so there's not much mystery to the thing. Personally, I like proposal John, Scantron, and Roget's proposals. They all leave a nice air of mystery about them.
Ah yes, I remember what was wrong with yours. The /i thing didn't make much sense to me, could you explain that? The other problem with it is that it can go through walls. Flying is it's own disability as you could always fly into a bird, or even a plane. Everything but the walls thing is pretty cool.
The general idea is that the scientists are slightly wary of allowing you guys to go on any missions as there's always the possibility of escape. But I'll see what I can do about that.
We're all one big OP family that's locked up in a cage of torment and sadness!
Your's was much better this time around. Very well layered, like a proper story.[DOUBLEPOST=1374612475][/DOUBLEPOST]And if anybody wants an experiment with a specific anomaly, just say so and I'll try to make it work out.
What do you mean by experiment with a specific anomaly?
This is where I'm getting most of the anomalies. Anything below two thousand was on here: http://www.scp-wiki.net/main