Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20180214125032/@comment-27344811-20180216192248

Blackout speaks.

"I was scared once. There's were these living weapons that were about the same height as the Metroplex. I killed them. I killed them all."

"Okay, maybe not all of them. Most, I think." --

SCP-682 is making a run for it. The Foundation brought in 999.

--

Meanwhile, another SCP awaits his newspaper. The scientist presses a button on the other side of the glass, and gas fills 2662's chamber. Harmless to him, thankfully.

The class Ds start screaming "WROOOOOONG BUTTOOOOON".