SCP Classified
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Last published Mon, May 25, 2020
Alarms screech, masks and suits covered, guns cocked, Tesla at maximum voltage, gate ways open, air pressure jets out.... New containment inbound... SCP numbers are not to be given to anomalies until further analysis.
The foundation documents newfound anomalies. Blogging behavior patterns, Ethically and unethically diving for results, Class identification... All for humanity's sake of survival to make lives better... Or could they?
(This is my fan made book about my personal SCP I could visualize. To prevent plagiarism from the other SCPs their numbers are unknown. )
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