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I cannot die. I will float through Limbo, alone.

Don't you see? We're not in control anymore. We never were.

People like me, I see why you wanna lock us up sometimes. I really fucking do, buddy.

We do not torture people "just because". We are against unnecessary cruelty. Which means somebody has to decide when cruelty is necessary.

Voice sounds whether or not the shot is, in fact, "nice".

Object Class: KETER OH GOD KILL IT

I can't possibly be THAT bad a navigator, and yet as I write this I've been trapped in Ikea for 2 days.

SCP-948: I can't magic away your pain, Eleanor. But I can talk. I'll always be here to.

Bravo: It’s right there! It’s right there! Fuck! What are you both doing? Fuck! Foxtrot: —and only the eel remains.

SCP-999-J: I am too in a band. Dr. ██████: Oh yeah, what's it called? SCP-999-J: Darkness Dick Supreme. Dr. ██████: That doesn't sound real. SCP-999-J: Your mom doesn't sound real.

WHY HAS YUR FMLYYYY NOT PERFORMED THE RITUAL OF BLOOD AND WINE IN TEN DECADES?

Public knowledge of the substitution of Kentucky Fried Chicken's secret "Eleven Secret Herbs and Spices" recipe is to be suppressed.

Yesterday, I watched a man I admired gunned down for leaving a rose for a girl whose life was tattered by trauma she never deserved.

SCP-006-J-2: Everyone agrees this one's just fucking disgusting

She is beautiful, even if she thinks she is a monster.

"AAAAAAAAABLEEEE," SCP-682 roared from the black throne, with a voice that was a scratch on the universe itself, "I FUCKED YOUR MOM."