Asterised Histoires

This story is discontinued for the time being, with only one real chapter not finished, sorry for the inconvenience!!!!

I'm a simple Orionite. Perhaps, I'm not. There's been a few Centuran and Forman wars happening here and there though, so I'm content. Content, at least, knowing I'm not getting drafted. But no. Orion had to fuck it up. Imperialism in 2028, really? Then I realised. Perhaps, I'm not even an Orionite. Perhaps, I'm a Piscan.

The sun hums. The prairies shelled. Amongst this chaos, the world halts.

This is a fanfiction based on the SCP mythos and the SCPs of my own thinking. I greatly apologise for any bad grammar and bad usage of tenses. ~By an underaged Dr J Aster Credits go back to the creator of SCP-2200 "Soulberg"

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: This is not accurate to either fandoms, contains violence and swearing. If this triggers you then do not read this book although swears have been censored***** He is awake. There is no stopping him now. Beg for mercy, perhaps? Or is this just the tip of the iceberg? Will someone stop him? Shall thy universe perish from his reign? Or shall thee conquer thy oppressor?