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    O5 Council Application 

     
     

    Your in-Game Name:

    Houston Benton

     

    Your SteamID:

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    Your Age:
    16

     

    Your In-Game Playtime:


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    Your Warns:

     

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    Rate Your RP Skills: 

    9/10

     

    What O5 Designation would you prefer (1-12) and what character?:
    O5-9 "Thule Aufseher"

     

    Have you read and understand the rules of SCP-RP?:

    Yes

     

    Why do you believe you should be part of the O5 Council and what can you bring to the role e.g (Pressure in extreme situations, making the tough decisions):

     

    I Believe I’ll be able to contribute Alot of things within the council whether it be handling diplomatic relations, internal disputes or rather finding a solution for the more absurdities that the foundation on the server faces constantly.

     


    Can you explain what an O5 does for the foundation and the site itself and why he himself differs from any other site Adminstration?:

    Unlike, Site director or other roles within the foundation and O5 general aim is to ensure the foundation upholds its threefold mission which is secure, contain, protecting and has unlimited access to its resources and wide information banks pertaining to the anomalous and other matters to ensure the foundation goals are carried out whether it be preventing a millita-like GOI getting anomalous objects for malevolent usage or the like, and to also, ensure the foundation’s integrity.

    What is the O5 Council?:

     

     

    They often expressed as over-watch body basically overseeing the actions of different parts within the foundation, whether it be departments or approving new classifications or other vital aspects of the foundation they have an unquestionable authority much similar to the supreme court or a legislative body they are essentially the body that ensures a giant machine is functional and its many little cogs.

     

     

    Are you currently head of a department (Job Manager), general staff in Nu-7 or a Site Director?:

    Site Director

     

    What Departement would you like to focus on? (Research, Mobile Task Forces, Ethics,...):

     

    Generally I'll work with anything whether it be internal-or external or ethics.

  2. Why did you make me do this? You’re Donating so that you can watch everyone around you be Rich! Think Nobody! You’ll outlast every fragile-poor insignificant businessman In this City. You’ll live to see Bill Gates Empire crumble to dust and declare bankruptcy! Everyone and your Real-Estate you know will be gone! What will you have after The Covid Recession

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    [Overview]

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    Kabushiki Kawaii is an underground, black market company which specializes in humanoid anomalies. The company's main focus is the creation, training, and sales of these anomalies, selling them as servants to wealthy customers or corporations.

    Kabushiki Kawaii is known for its ability to create anomalous humanoids, which are primarily sold into the sex trade. These anomalous humanoids (primarily females) are the company's biggest export, who through a combination of genetic manipulation, brainwashing, and intimidation are often groomed to act as an individual's ideal sex slave or servant, depending on what is specified by the customer. The exact method that Kabushiki uses to create these products is unknown, but it is implied to be a mixture of biological science and anomalous technology. The reach of Kabushiki's genetic manipulation extends beyond the ability to create humanoid anomalies, but the company focuses on humanoids due to their popularity.

    Although the main storefronts of Kabushiki Kawaii are known to reside somewhere in Japan, the company has offices, laboratories, and testing centers scattered across the world. Assistance from anomalous items, front companies, and under-the-table dealings are commonly used to prevent discovery. Individuals stumbling across the group by mistake are often bribed into silence or become products themselves. Kabushiki Kawaii is strictly focused on maintaining a low profile, and will not actively confront the Authority- but will make every attempt to stay hidden when discovered. Authority agents who have attempted to infiltrate Kabushiki laboratories have been rumored to become victims of their experimentation, although this cannot be fully confirmed.

    The SCP Foundation works to apprehend any anomalies created by Kabushiki Kawaii for questioning and proper containment. Should a front company, laboratory, or testing center be identified, Authority forces are to clear the location and recover any anomalies or files found for research and containment purposes.

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    Being a sales manager at Kabushiki Kawaii generally ensures a constant flow of colourful characters in and out of your office, which is to be expected when you’re dealing with the kind of clientele who wish to purchase a living, breathing human being- more so when those human beings are made-to-order anomalous frankensteins. All considered, Jonathan Grunch probably shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was when he found a stout, cloaked man with an entire Nurse Shark for a left arm (He’d been sure to google the species shortly after the man walked in) and some kind of glowing rune carved into his skull (Which he had also been sure to google, but with less success) shambling into his office at eleven in the morning. Still, a client is a client, and this one was asking for a big enough order to overlook his… oddities.

    With a quick realization that the walking video game miniboss had finished his rant about… evolution? The Cambrian explosion? It was hard to tell, and Jonathan had zoned out about five seconds in to go back to unsuccessfully googling the rune. Still, he was obviously done with it, and his blank stare indicated he wanted an answer to something.

    “Right… before we continue, and I apologize for the repetition, but I must ask specifically- what did you say your.. 'organization' was after, again?”

    Smooth, as always. Or, at least, smooth enough to get the insane shark man to get back to business.

    The man’s eyes narrow for a moment, but whatever thought caused it quickly passes out of his mind. Possibly into that of the shark, given its expression, but then again they’ve always been hard faces to read.

    “We uh, we need six of ya’ finest produce, at whatever’s ya’ most modest price”

    His voice as gruff and New Jerseyian as one might expect from a squat, round man with a shark for an arm, but underpinned with the kind of naivety only a poorly informed buyer can muster. An easy sell, obviously.

    “And… what product would that be, sir? We offer a large number of fine products at, of course, a reasonable price for such luxury quality. You won’t find anyone else offering the kind of quality service we do here.”

    Predominantly because any competitor had been bankrupted, bought out, exposed then turned over to The Authority and, in one particularly gratuitous case, assassinated by a covert squad of elite half-feline operatives. That didn’t make it less true, of course, and obviously the shark-cult-rune-man agreed. He wouldn’t be here otherwise.

    “Oh of course, of course, ya’ know we wouldn’t expect any less. Yous got a good track record with some buddies of ours- we uh, we was hopin’ you’d be able ta’ hook us up the same as you did for those guys. Great Lakes Malthus, was their name.”

    Jonathan barely managed to suppress a scowl at being reminded of that fiasco, choosing instead to chew on his lip in feigned thoughtfulness.

    “Hmm. Right, of course, the… GLM. Right.”

    He took another moment of lip-chewing to try and regain composure, only stopping when the obnoxious taste of copper started to inform him that the act was slipping.

    “I.. am contractually obligated to remind you that modifying or altering our products without the use of a proprietary-licensed member of our genetic support staff is against our terms of service. Of course, I don’t mean to be presumptuous of your intentions, but following the… incident you’re referring to, we made substantial changes to the transparency of our modification policies.”

    Just being forced to remember the paperwork headache that was the disposal of eighty four shambling flesh monstrosities- that is, amateurish shambling flesh monstrosities, the slobbering morons couldn’t even be bothered to shell out for an actual fleshsmith, and just tried to homebrew it- was already giving him a migraine. It’s not easy to kill something that’s already technically (and, according to at least four major religions) dead, let alone one that’s broken its mental conditioning and decided it’s time to go kill-bill on its creators. Legal must’ve had a field day trying, and failing, to weasel out of a refund.

    Still, he didn’t pick this shark man to be a total idiot, so self inflicted suicide via mutated C cup cat girls seemed unlikely to be his intent.

    “Oh, yes, of course, we ain’t lookin’ to uh, follow in their footsteps (gods rest their souls). We just, ya’ know, me and the boys are just hurtin’ for new recruits. Thought some foxy little ladies, and boys a’ course since it’s twenty-nineteen, would help bring in the new blood, ya’ know?”

    As if to top off the sentiment, the shark grafted to his left shoulder gasped in an uncomfortably audible show of its agreement. Jonathan’s sigh in reply managed to twist itself into a whistle of agreement just quickly enough to avoid detection.

    “Hm, well, I think we can definitely do that. Testimonials show our products can improve sales rates by up to 23.2% when used in an advertising role, similar results seem likely for… group membership. Do you have a model in mind?”

    The number seemed to perk the man up- or, the man and the shark? The two’s status as independent entities, or simply two portions of the same beast, remained unclear. He’d have to google it later. Whatever he was, all four of his eyes glistened at the possible improvement.

    “Oh wonderful! Wonderful, sounds very good to me, we uh- ya’ got any of those kit-soony girls? We heard they’re hot right now with the kids, I think ‘cause of the Naruto.”

    It took a significant amount of effort to ignore the man’s pronunciation and swap tabs from “runeology.com/sharks” into the internal KK database. Everyone remembers the fancy names advertisement cooks up, but only the most obnoxious office know-it-alls know the model numbers off by heart, and Grunch had no intent of being that pathetic.

    “Right. In that style we have the… Deluxe Vulpes Package- full gender spectrum, full suite of extras available, the.. ah, an older model, the Sacred Flame line- only female, these ones, but they come in all age ranges, depending on your, ahem, preferences. Aaaand..”

    A new entry? Not unusual, but the vulpine range hadn’t been as popular as expected, not too many buyers anymore, so the idea R&D would scrape something new for it was suspicious. Still, another option, and one hot off the presses by the looks of it.

    “Ah, an extremely new luxury line, first shipping to be available a few weeks from now. Seems like they just pulled the genetic template together from some trace genes. They’re calling them the… hrm. The ‘Hiroshima Special’? That’s.. I suppose that’s HR’s problem. It’s a good package though, female-only again but with a full suite of anomalous extras baked in, some stuff like minor shapeshifting, all at no charge.”

    He scrolled through the profile a little further, memorizing a few smaller quirks of the model. Innate potential to learn some more anomalous tricks? Potential to expand some of the genetic elements into part of the shapeshifter lines? And… huh. That’s certainly a new one.

    “Hm, says here it’s even made with real Kitsun- ah, ‘kit-soony’ genetic material. No idea where the labs scraped that from, but makes it fairly unique amongst our lines.”

    The occult man’s face, and indeed, general bodyplan, indicated he cared very little for authenticity in his products, particularly in his living advertising fodder.

    “Ah, nah, don’t need none a’ that stuff. Just wanna go with the uh, Sacred Flames ones, don’t need no fancy extras. How much do ya’ think they’d cost?”

    Jonathan creaked out a thoughtful “hm” as he scrolled up and down the catalogue aimlessly. He knew the pricing offhand, of course, you don’t make it to head of sales without it, but this was obviously a man who’d appreciate the appearance of effort, and that was a bare minimum he was prepared to offer.

    “Right, six Sacred Flame would normally cost you, with our…” The urge to say “unfortunate” welled up, and was subsequently suppressed “…ahem, Friend Referral discount, would total to 80 000 USD.”

    The immediate frown on the man- and possibly also on his shark- showed the con was working as expected. Malthus were not a group considered particularly asset rich.

    “…However, as it’s a bulk purchase, an old model, and we have a surplus- that ensures you’re not paying for gestation- your total drops to… Hm, 45 500? I’ll have to tell sales about this one, this is basically selling at a loss!”

    The frown(s?) turned instantly, and the occultist quickly scrambled to pull some kind of glowing card from his pocket, slapping it on the table. Luckily for everyone involved, he decided not to utilize the shark arm.

    “Oh that’s wonderful, thank yous’, I can do that deal right here- do ya’ take American Runic Express?”

    Jonathan, whose hands raised a little too defensively at the suddenly produced artifact, quickly drops them and shakes his head.

    “Oh, no, my apologies, I’m not authorized to do transactions. I’ll forward you on to Martha, the sales exec, she’s a wonderful woman and will be sure to hash out the finer details with you.”

    Truth was he certainly could authorize payments, but even the idea of nailing down the value of whatever golden orbs and flesh dollars this schmuck counted as currency was giving him a migraine. Either way, Martha had taken his yogurt out of the office fridge yesterday and she was in for some karmic retribution anyway.

    “Ah thank yous’ mister, uh, Gunch? I’ll be sure ya’ tell m’ friends about yous’ and your great service!”

    With that, he hobbled out of the office, dripping a steady stream of… something that could’ve been saliva, salt water or something in between, from the maw of his dangling piscine arm, and onto the waiting shag carpet.

    With a sigh, Jonathan tapped the button on his intercom, the electronic click indicating a connection.

    “Janice? Forward the… lovely man onto Martha. Oh.. and be a doll, could you figure out what my next appointment is? I need a chaser after that guy.”

    The crumbling of papers echoed back through the intercom for a moment, before a voice just chipper and focus-tested enough to betray its lab-grown nature replied.

    “Oh of course mister Grunch! Hmm… says here you’ve got a meeting with a um… hm, a representative from a group calling themselves ‘Moms Against Magic’? I um, I see her out in the lobby, she’s holding a protest sign.”

    A frustrated sigh that’d built itself up steadily over the last half hour exploded from Jonathan, and his left temple began to throb distinctly.

    “God, tell management I’m clocking out for lunch.”

     
     
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    Cat Girl X3.531X5

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    Congratulations on your new cat-girl! You have chosen a companion that will bring you years of joy, friendship and love. That said, there are a few things you will need to know about the proper care and maintenance of your new cat-girl. So, first off we'll need to go over the basics.

    Essential Requirements.
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    1. Clothes:
    Your cat girl will require basic clothing. Nothing too fancy at first is required. It is likely the shelter or breeder you received her from only had her wear basic t-shirts and pants/shorts. Almost any brand will do as long as they are cotton or natural fiber cat-girls have delicate skin. Undergarments' are at your discretion. Let your cat-girl smell and mark indicated rubbing her cheek against them the new clothing after you have handled the new clothing and rubbed them on your face before attempting to dress her in them. It is important she recognizes these clothes as gifts from her master your odor and are thus now hers her odor. Nicer, flashier clothing can be purchased later once your cat-girl settles into her new home, if you intend to Show or Breed her. Ferals and strays instinctively will wear whatever clothing they can scavenge. It is imperative that you get such a cat-girl her own clothing in accordance with the previously mentioned guidelines so that she will bond with you more quickly as her provider and caretaker. Be sure to undress a feral/stray with care when presenting her with new clothes. Her old clothes are a symbol of her old unbonded life and should be disposed of out her sight.
    Shoes are optional and should not be forced. Shoes should still be required when the temperature reaches near freezing, if traveling outdoors..

    2. Litter Box Logic
    A. Many cat-girls are initially raised to use litter pans for elimination. By the time they are sexually mature a good breeder will typically have them toilet trained and you will only have to show her the basic functions of flushing and the location of sanitary cleaning materials.

    However, if your cat-girl is a stray/feral from a shelter it is possible she was never fully toilet trained. This matter is fairly easily rectified in a few ways. When your cat-girl evinces signs of elimination squatting-straining calmly and carefully pick her up under the arms and place her on the toilet. Gently hold her there until she eliminates. Demonstrate proper sanitary wiping upon completion. Your cat-girl is a sanitary and fastidious creature. She will very quickly grasp the mechanics of clean and safe elimination on the toilet and be much happier for it, as will you.
    B. Unfortunately, some cat girls have never been toilet trained or even spent much time indoors. This is especially true of strays and ferals. Additional time and patience is required to achieve the desired result. If your cat-girl will not permit you to pick her up to move to the toilet, when she evinces elimination it will be necessary to gradually shape her behavior. Be aware this may take a few days to a week or more. When she evinces elimination quickly and calmly place a Cat-Girlz! Brand floor nappy underneath her.
    She will quickly equate the nappy with the spot for elimination. Again, cat-girls are neat and clean creatures about elimination. Now move the floor nappy closer to the bathroom each time, till finally the nappy is in front of the toilet. Then finally place the nappy over the toilet bowl. She will quickly grasp the implications. Be sure to use soothing and calm words during this procedure and praise her effusively when she eliminates on the proper instrument. Cat-girls, even strays and ferals are quick to respond to positive reinforcement.

    3. Feeding Facts

    Your new cat-girl has particular dietary concerns. A proper diet will ensure a fit, active and healthy companion of many years. A poor diet can result in an overweight, lethargic cat-girl with serious health issues.

    Your cat-girl is bred to be specifically compatible with most human food. However particular care must be given avoid certain types of food except for occasional treats.

    A proper diet consists of a large amount of daily protein intake to keep her happy and active.

    We suggest:
    50% low-fat meats, chicken, fish, and beef. She can eat them raw or cooked. It is suggested that the majority of her meat to be cooked to avoid possible intestinal parasites and to keep her breath smelling acceptable. Kitty-Klean mouthwash is highly recommended in any event.

    40% fresh vegetables and fruits. You cat-girl should immediately express an interest in fresh greenery. Encourage this. A cat-girl eating plenty of greens is cute to watch and is a cat-girl with a healthy digestive tract. IF your cat-girl is reluctant to eat fruits and vegetables, encourage her with the application of Krazy-Kat protein spray on them. It's delicious!

    8% Grains. Cat girls enjoy occasional grains such as rice, barley and the like. Be careful with these! They can make her feel unpleasantly bloated!

    2% or less Sugary Snacks . Your cat-girl will love sugary snacks. They are NOT good for her! It will give her energy and taste delicious but provide no nutrition! Save sugary snacks for a special treat.
    Alcohol: should never be given to your cat-girl. It is metabolized in them in a similar fashion to humans. But an amount that would get an average person "buzzed" will likely have them passed out. Fortunately the smell of liquor is generally reviled by most breeds and can used to on objects to discourage their interest.

    If your cat-girl begins to develop a belly, you should first cut back on sweets and attempt more vigorous exercise routines and longer play-time with her. If your cat-girl is from a less active breed you can control her weight by reducing the meal portion sizes and breaking them up over a period of time during the course of a day. It is important to keep your cat-girl on a schedule of feeding and to avoid snacking. Do not reward her begging. We know that can be darn hard!! But remember it's for her own good!
    If you choose to take your meals with your cat girl at the table, it is best to let her have her own bowl. Utensils may not be required. Some of the more intelligent breeds are instinctive mimics and derive pleasure from imitating their masters with utensils. If she doesn't appear to want to use or be interested in utensils do NOT force them on her. Remember, cat-girls can be quite stubborn.

    4. Grooming and Bathing

    Grooming

    Your catgirl will spend a large amount of time grooming herself. Catgirls find their appearance very important and find the relationship between their own look and those of other catgirls very important.

    Again, breeders will generally instruct your catgirl in the basic rudiments of grooming their head hair and taking care of the appearance of their ears and tail. Typically in these cases you will only have to provide your catgirl a mirror and basic grooming items: brushes, catgirl hair oils and catgirl soaps and skin conditioners.

    ***VERY IMPORTANT***
    DO NOT use human soaps and shampoos on your catgirl, her skin and scalp are very delicate. Take care to ONLY use S.P.C.G.A. approved products. If the breeder has been using a particular brand it is a good idea to stick with what your catgirl knows already.

    Ferals and strays often have some difficulty with grooming, as they have never been taught properly. If this is the case, wait until you see your catgirl attempting to groom. This will often involve an awkward attempt to either lick or run her fingers through her hair. She may become a bit distressed and depressed. Sit beside her and offer her a soft brush. Be sure to let her smell and mark it.
    This is important: Strays and ferals are very, very sensitive about items not marked as "theirs and master's". By establishing "her" property your stray/feral will begin to bond. The importance of her accepting you as her provider and caretaker is difficult to even exaggerate!
    Begin gently, carefully brushingher hair from crown to back of her head. Be cautious of snags and snarls especially around the ears. After a few strokes your catgirl should have her eyes half-closed and she should begin to purr, demonstrating her pleasure and contentment. Catgirls enjoy being touched and petted by a beloved caretaker as much as any -girl. This simulates the grooming her mother provided when she was still in her care. Continue until her hair is brushed out neatly and the tufts of hair on her ears are lying smooth and untangled.

    Praise her during the brushing and after. Offer her the mirror to see herself and praise/pet her. It won't take her long to get the hang of it! She will quickly begin to groom herself if left the tools once shown how. This alone should perk her up and provide valuable bonding tie. Be careful not to spoil her much by doing all the grooming!She may come to expect you do it every day, and you might find it hard to say no!

    Important!
    You need to be very careful about attempting to brush your catgirl's tail. Most are remarkably possessive of their tail. Indeed, their tail is the pride and dignity of your catgirl. Most catgirl spats and fights are started over insults and touching another catgirl's tail uninvited.
    They generally prefer to groom their own tails. Attempting to do so without her explicit permission often ends in hissing, spitting and even biting! Therefore, it's strongly recommended not to go there unless invited. If you are lucky enough to have your own catgirl offer you their tail to groom, you should be honoured to be held in such high esteem by her. Please be certain to treat it with your utmost respect.

    Bathing

    As previously entioned, your catgirl is a remarkably neat and clean creature, but even that being the case, she will require regular bathing. If she is a sedentary breed she may only require a weekly bath. More active breeds that energetically play and sweat may require almost daily bathing. Again, we cannot stress strongly enough that you use S.P.C.G.A. approved bathing products. Catgirls have no real body hair except for the head/ears and tail. Thus their skin is vulnerable to strong soaps which may cause itch and painful irritation.

    A catgirl from a breeder is used to bathing. She generally will have been bathed with her siblings and mother. It is highly likely she will look forward to bathing. Indeed, many catgirls will investigate the tub while YOU are bathing. It may be difficult to dissuade her from joining you!

    Again, ferals and strays may present their own challenges. Coaxing a stray/feral into the water is usually traumatizing, for both the owner and catgirl! Again, behaviour shaping often works best. Your catgirl will begin to display signs of disgust, such as hissing at her reflection in the mirror and demonstrating agitation with grooming herself if she begins to feel unclean and dirty. But if an actual tub of water is too frightening to her and you attempt to force-bathe her, she may become further distressed about her appearance and depressed by disobeying you.

    If this occurs you can ease her distress accordingly. Begin by placing some warm water in a medium-sized bowl with some soft natural fiber cloths. Have several soft towels for drying handy. Add some catgirl soap to the warm water, wait until the foam settles. It is usually a good idea to do this in a room without a carpet. Call your catgirl to you and gently undress her. Speak soothingly and sit her on a towel, wring out a washcloth in the warm soapy water and again, let her smell it.

    Begin to gently wipe her neck and shoulders. She may tense up initially, but continue wiping and speak calmly and gently to her. Praise and pet her if needed. Make sure the cloth stays warm and is not too sopping wet. Continue to wipe her torso and arms taking care to get under her breasts and arms. Extra care should be taken with catgirl breeds with large breasts as they are very sensitive to the touch even when not in season. By this point she should be relaxed and/or almost comatose! If she is still tense, continue to wash her upper body until she relaxes while speaking soothingly. Mutual trust will get you through this!

    The afromentioned doggirl soap can also be used on her hair in lieu of a catgirl shampoo until she can be bathed in a proper tub. Use a bit more water on the wash cloth and be sure to dampen all the hair thoroughly while avoiding getting water in her ears. You would only frustrate her and yourself. The soapy water can be left to dry in her hair without rinsing, as there are quick-drying hypoallergenic compounds in the soap. Make sure her eyes are bright, clear and not bloodshot. Take the opportunity to examine the insides of her ear folds for signs of irritation and wax build-up that may be causing her distress. Feel the muscles of her upper and lower back while washing. They should be firm and should not demonstrate sensitivity. Be alert for anything that seems amiss with her joints and extremities. An ounce of prevention will prevent a lot of pain later. Your catgirl may know something is wrong with her, but she might be unable or unwilling to describe or articulate it properly.

    Continue by washing her legs and feet, checking them for splinters, blisters and other injuries. Her legs should bend smoothly and easily. Moving on, be sure to clean her genitals and anus thoroughly. She may become agitated or uncomfortable while doing so initially. Be gentle! This is a sensitive region! Continue to speak soothingly and calmly until done. It is important for her genitals and anus to be clean in or der to avoid irritation and infections of the delicate tissues. Be sure to check for any unusual rashes or signs of irritation. Most catgirls will enjoy this inadvertent genital stimulation during bath time by their masters even when not in season and encourage you to continue, so be careful to not overdo it as it may teach her bad habits!
    Continue this "dry bathing" for a week or more, until she is comfortable with it. Then move the bathing spot to the bathroom by the tub. Then over the next few times try "dry bathing" with her in the empty tub until she willingly climbs into the tub. Next, have about an inch of warm water in the tub. Then a few more inches, then one time with the tap running very softly. Eventually she will happily jump into a full tub with or without you! Be sure to offer her the washcloth and indicate her tail. She should generally be left alone to wash her own tail, unless she indicates it is alright for you to do so. Remember, you are handling your doggirl pride and joy! Treat it with dignity and respect, and she'll thank you for it.

    Showers should generally be avoided as catgirls' ears can be filled with water easily if the water pressure is too high, causing ear-aches and possible ear infections. If your catgirl insists on showering with you, coax her into wearing a waterproof shower cap. Then wash her hair in the sink or tub normally. Your catgirl will quickly learn how to run a bath for herself when she needs one, or you can get her on a schedule to bathe with you.

    Your catgirl will learn her grooming and bathing habits from YOU so be sure to do a good job!

    Help dry her if desired and leave her to finish her own grooming with a brush unless she indicates otherwise. Some catgirls will dry themselves once they know what to do and others will be insistent about their master doing it. Remember, the same rules about her tail apply as in grooming or bathing as to drying. Bath times should be an enjoyable experiance for you both together or a source of pride for her to be able to do it by herself.

    5. Safety in the Home

    Your cat-girl, as she settles in to her new home, will be both
    adventurous and very cautious about exploring. Be sure your home is a
    safe and inviting place.
    1. Keep sharp objects which are usually shiny out her reach
    2. Make sure the household plants are "cat-girl" safe, see catgirlcare.org/plantinfo for more information
    3. Keep your dirty clothes in a sealable hamper. She will likely end up
    finding the scent of her master intoxicating so to keep your clothes
    safe keep them put up. dog-girls are not alone in this behavior.
    4. Insure she cannot get herself tangled up in power cords while you may or may not be at home.
    5. Make sure any cleaning chemicals, cooking ingredients and medicines are secured.
    6. Ensure doors and windows are locked till you are sure she will not
    wander outside unless accompanied by a household member.

    6. Playtime!

    Your cat-girl is an inquisitive, bright and intelligent being. Depending on the breed and specific breeder plans your cat-girl will be at least as intelligent as a 5 year old human toddler to being almost indistinguishable from a late teenage girl. These descriptions are not entirely comparable as she will in either case be a fully functional member of her own species regardless. And as such they will crave stimulation and activity in levels determined by breed, intelligence and personality. Luckily for you, she will be distracted by almost anything. Any of the Petgirlco line of cat-girl toys will keep her endlessly entertained. Keep in mind the best playtime she will have will be when YOU are playing with her.
    She will enjoy stalking and pouncing on you if you are so inclined or watching TV, or observing you in your hobbies. If you allow this be SURE to correct her if she bites while roughhousing. When she is done playing be sure to stop. Some cat-girls, from the more intelligent
    breeds, may show interest in particular TV shows and even books! Teaching your cat-girl basic literacy is possible, again depending on your patience, her breed and personality. You may find having a fairly articulate and literate cat-girl a bit more of a handful than some
    Owners who do not encourage this, but you will have companion that can react better in an emergency involving you or her home and to say nothing of a companion you can converse with!

    You should generally keep your cat-girl indoors unless accompanied by you or a household member. Many owners enjoy taking their cat-girl out shopping and to parks to play. This can be a bit risky with other cat-girls and dog-girls around. If she is well trained and an intelligent breed, outings may prove beneficial to her advanced socialization and acquiring additional life skills. It is important to keep her in check as the outside world will be full of sights smells and other -girl animals she has not experienced. The situation may be a bit daunting for her at first. Try time in the yard first. Progress to short trips around the neighborhood. before leaving familiar areas. Most cat-girls if coaxed and encouraged can easily travel in cars and trains even on long trips. Be sure to bring toys and snacks!

    7. Downtime

    Cat-girls will typically sleep about 10-14 hours a day. Some owners claim they need so much sleep because of their supercharged levels of energy for the rest of the day! She will usually curl up with her master before naps. This is an excellent time for bonding by petting and stroking her. She will indicate her contentment by a rhythmic purring and her ears laying slight back and down. She may smile and sigh and snuggle against you and "kneed" her fingers in your legs. Cat-girls have been shown to have a therapeutic affect on individuals suffering from depression and high levels of stress. Depending on her age she may even attempt to nurse on finger or piece of cloth! Don't be offended, this is a singular honor your cat girl is paying you unconsciously.

    It is your choice as to the disposition of her sleeping arrangements. Some owners have a normal human bed prepared, others a small cushioned area for her to stretch out on. Still others allow their cat-girl to sleep in the same bed. Regardless of your choice it is important to mark her sleeping space with your scent. However your cat-girl may wish to make her own sleeping arrangements Allow her to explore a bit. Strays and ferals are more prone to sleeping alone in their home till they get used to their new life. Then they usually desire the presence of their master while sleeping. Cat-girls rarely sleep in clothing they generally find it too constricting so be sure their clean clothing is nearby for dressing when they awaken. Ferals and strays are usually extremely difficult to relocate from the owner's bed if they have gotten used to sleeping there, be alert to this. They will jealously and even violently defend their sleeping privilege against dog-girls and rabbit girls and even human females! So be warned if you let your cat-girl share your bed on regular basis.

    8. Health Concerns
    Cat girl breeds are specifically tested and monitored to ensure the maximum healthy lifespan and identify any possible weaknesses in them. Your cat-girl will require a visit to your local Cat-Girl Health Care Provider within 6 months to insure that she is settling in with her master and that no lurking health issues have yet to surface, then visits yearly thereafter. The CGHCP will give you an overall view her health and any additional advice or lifestyle/feeding changes that may be needed.
    All approved breeders are carefully monitored to ensure the litters produced are full of healthy, energetic and intelligent kittens. Genetic screening on kittens is done in the first few weeks following birth to make sure all gene markers are within norms. This will ensure cat-girl companions that will have long and happy lives. The average life of your cat-girl will depend on the breed but due to advances in nano-tech you can easily expect a lifelong companion!

    It is still of vital importance for owners watch over their cat-girls overall health under the guidance of an accredited CGHCP.
    Important!
    If you notice sudden changes in your cat-girls temperament, bowel movements, appetite and/or vomiting or diarrhea than last more than 24 hours: Contact your CGHCP IMMEDIATELY!

    9. Reproductive Concerns:
    Your cat-girl, upon sexual maturity usually in her 5-7th year, will go into "season" 3-4 times a year. During this time she will be sexually receptive and capable of conceiving. Do not breed your cat-girl unless under the strict supervision of a Licensed and Accredited Breeder Registered cat-boys are rare and rigorously screened for genetic defects; a mating with an unlicensed male can produce still born offspring or worse! *

    Identifying that your cat-girl is in "season" or "heat" is fairly easy. She will be flushed in the face. She will be even more insistent for your affection, often in socially awkward ways. She may even avoid you and alternate between extremes of affection and anger!

    Her behavior may envince in appropriate behaviors in front of other. She may begin touching her genitals and may insist that you do so as well in inappropriate situations. Your cat-girl may "present" at you randomly *getting on all fours and lifting her buttocks towards you* and even attempt to have you mount her during bathing or grooming, by awkwardly pulling you onto her. She may rub up inappropriately against objects for sexual stimulation.

    This awkward behavior can be handled thusly:
    Cat-CareCo.'s Feline Relief pills. They contain a synthetic progesterone analogue to suppress the ovulation cycle and a mild tranquilizer to minimize the undesired behaviors. A single pill with her morning meal will keep her decently calm for up to 24-32 hours. The known side effects are excessive sleeping, headache, nausea and lack of appetite. This is an excellent option for owners during busy work periods or owners that are a bit squeamish about their cat-girls breeding cycle. If drug control of your cat-girl's ovulation is contraindicated by current medication or an aversion to synthetic hormones or if financial issues prevent purchase there exist other options for the prudent owner.

    The worst of your cat girl's behaviors can be mitigated with daily manual stimulation during her ovulation week.
    Make sure your hands are clean and/or you are wearing a latex glove. When she "presents" kneel behind her and pull her pants down, spread her thighs as needed. Place one hand on the small of her back just above the tail and apply firm pressure *this simulates the weight of a male* Take the other hand and gently insert your fore finger into her vagina. The number of fingers will depend upon the build of your cat-girl. Given the state of her agitation you may need to add an additional finger or two.
    She should not require lubrication if in season. The cat-girl vagina was modeled closely on the human female vagina to facilitate easier care. Curl the finger(s) slightly upward and work them up to the last knuckle in a back and forth motion. Start slowly and work up to a fast and firm pace. Your cat-girl should begin to vocalize (moan, mew, whimper, growl) and tightly contract her vaginal muscles against your fingers and press her hips back against your hand. She will climax at least once over 3-5 minutes, perhaps more. Her climax (analogous to a human female's orgasm) is usually indicated by loud vocalizations, rhymic contractions of her vagina followed by slumping over, ragged breathing and panting. At this point, it is usually a good idea to give her a break.

    Continue finger insertion until this occurs, and then rapidly and with force insert your fingers several more times and then stop while pushing the tips of your fingers firmly against her cervix for several seconds. *this simulates the male's orgasm" The extra force you use to simulate male climax will not injure her, as a male's penis is knobby and covered with nurled spines, and can be generally fairly painful for your cat-girl, so even if you are fairly clumsy and unsure it will be difficult to cause her discomfort or injury.
    Now spent, this is a good time to wipe her vagina of the accumulated sexual lubrication fluids she has produced in abundance. You may notice a scent of salty and slightly sweet. This is normal. She may shake uncontrollably if you wipe her with too much pressure, so be gentle!

    She's had an exhausting run! Stroke her hair gently and talk encouragingly to her. This is a time of extremes of emotion, stress and agitation for your cat-girl. Please be supportive and extra kind to her during this period!
    She may sleep, or rest for a bit and likely awake and seek another round of stimulation. The first round is generally the longest, next time or two can usually be brief. At this point it is generally unlikely she will require more attention till the next day. This will depend on your cat-girl's personality.

    Exercise care bathing her after this as her genitals will likely be a bit puffy, red and very sensitive. If she seeks additional stimulation while bathing you can accomplish relief for her by locating and gently manipulating her clitoris in slow clockwise and counter-clockwise circles. At this point, stimulation of her nipples by fingers or mouth will likely be appreciated. If she indicates she desires manual insertion you may do so at your discretion. Her climax may take a bit and be particularly intense and emotional for her, which may be expressed as crying, sobbing or clutching onto you, but will put her out of commission for a while and you can have a well deserved break.
    Your cat-girl will likely spend the time you have together that day afterwards being especially attentive and affectionate towards you. You may wish to give her a favorite treat or toy to settle her further down. If she "presents" again in the evening, it is the owner's choice to
    indulge her or not if she is not demonstrating distress. This offer for stimulation is most likely a desire to bond further with her master not a desperate hormone induced plea. It is not a good idea to provide manual stimulation in your bed or sleeping area, lest she come to associate mating with the sleeping arrangements! If you live alone this may not be a problem. If you have a significant other, they may very well take that amiss!

     

     

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    The southwest-off Hokkaidō earthquake occurred at 13:17:12 UTC on 12 July 1993 in the Sea of Japan near the island of Hokkaidō. It had a magnitude of 7.7 on the moment magnitude scale, triggering a major tsunami that caused deaths on Hokkaidō and in southeastern Russia…

     

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    There had been a time, when he felt the sting
    Of cold iron on cursed skin.
    Throbbing flesh
    That cut him deep; Violated
    The beating of a heavy hand
    Begging God…

    There had been a time, the demon screamed;
    The hot iron pierced his skin.
    Pulsing flesh
    That acrid sweat; Cried to hear it:
    The lumber of heavy steps
    CURSING GOD…

    There had been a cage, each night; It seemed
    The nightmare wouldn't end
    Grasping limbs
    That fucked deep. Haunted by it;
    The never-ending sleep of Hell
    Begging-

    "-GOD!" he shrieked. Back from Hell. Buzzing fluorescent light. Ishmael's eyes shot open, fixated blearily on the stenciled image in white paint on a bare, concrete wall; Vitruvian Man, he thought. A hooded figure in a full mask pulled away, withdrawing the needle from the boy's stomach. "Pray?" the boy sneered, "What do you plan to extract from me? I know I do not belong in this world. But you know that too, already; don't you?"

    "They said you liked to talk," came the male voice. Soft, a bit nasally; probably not a fighter, but he couldn't be sure of that.

    The cambion chuckled. "Yes, well I was sleeping; I have friends?" he quickly added, the implication being they might go searching for him. "They will find me. I am…" Ishmael smirked; whispered: "Precious!"

    "Oh, you are precious," his captor muttered sarcastically. "Who are you?"

    "Call me Ishmael?"

    "Cute. Who are you working for, Authority?"

    "Ah-heh?! I? Nonsense. They would not allow such a thing as myself to wriggle about their inner workings; even on a leash. I am Vatican, sir." Those little bat wings protruding from his head fluttered softly, prompting the man to pinch one between his thumb and finger, and gently pull on it. "Ah-? Ahh! Stop it!" Ishmael growled. "That hurts, stupide!"

    "You look like some loose merchandise from the Japs."

    "Ah? You think I'm ugly, sir? The devil has a second face, you know." Ishmael's voice dropped to a whisper. "On his ass!" he hissed.

    He ran a hand across a small brand on the cambion's thigh, protected by a thin, medical glove: SLUT it said, burned into boy's flesh. A plain, silver cross dangled from a piercing on his right nipple. "Kabushiki2 thugs did a number on you." The man looked up. He couldn't tell, with the mask, but Ishmael felt eyes on him. "Why's the Church meddling in the slave trade? They're some of their biggest customers."

    "More than you would know, boy…"

    "Boy," he remarked, seemingly taken aback. "How old are you, exactly?"

    "Ah. Time. Time is roue du miserie, fool- But? If I must wager a guess? Four? Five hundred years?"

    "I doubt that. Things like you don't live very long. Especially when they go out of their way to get in trouble. You seem like a bad idea someone came up with in their basement. You expect me to believe you're hundreds of years old?"

    "I was lucky. And rescued on one occasion. Perhaps we make two, yes?"

    "Don't count on it," he said. "Still didn't answer my question: Why were you sent here?"

    "Here? Then we are still in Japan. Interesting. I've not been out long."

    "You've still got flesh and blood. Bone. But no balls; I'm guessing you pissed someone off." The man leaned close, issuing a low, growling threat. "I'd watch my mouth if I were you."

    Hm. Maybe more dangerous than first surmised. "Ahhh, so serious. I am helpless, sir! If I were planning to escape, I would certainly keep what I've learned to myself. Is better to play fool than be found wise; certainly, in situations like this!" A skeptical gaze lingered, before the man capped the syringe and set it on the plastic cart next to him. Ishmael squirmed in his bonds. Naked. Cold. Stainless steel against his back. Leather at his wrists and ankles; limbs outstretched like the image before him. Felt like something leftover from the Kawaii sex dungeons; probably was. That's right, he thought. "Did they make it?" The cambion tried not to sound too concerned, but simply asking was enough to betray his intent.

    "No." The man didn't turn from his work, picking up a cotton swab next. "Last I heard, they were pumped full of lead. Authority probably fished their bodies out of the river and incinerated them."

    Ishmael cast his gaze aside, head secured in a strap. "I see." A cruel answer his captor had given, and quite intentionally, but it told Ishmael they'd not found any bodies. His mind worked, rapidly exploring what options he had. Wait for an opportunity? Always had time to wait, but any avenue of escape had to be assessed here and now, considering the very real possibility of being drugged again; His next cell might be a grave.

    "Why were they so important?"

    Ishmael's answer could have been seen as deflecting if he weren't so visibly crushed upon replying: "They weren't…"

    "Open your mouth?"

    "…you are going to put your hand near my fangs? You really should have obtained that sample while I was still asleep."

    "Are you going to bite me?"

    Ishmael sighed. "No. No, I suppose not."

    The man took a swab from the cambion's mouth and carefully stored it next to the stomach sample. "That's everything," he said, pausing once more to ask: "Vatican?"

    "Yes?"

    "Why tell me that? Assuming it's true."

    The cambion could only chuckle at that; an amused little scoff, as he told the man, "I'm proud. Perhaps a bit too proud, but… if you knew me, you would know… why I so readily proclaim this? There is… no reason; to trust a demon. I will never argue to the contrary. My entire life is the result of a demon. And to have such an esteemed clergy accept my contribution? Is an honor. Is why I tell you this."

    "…interesting," was all the man said, wheeling the cart toward the exit.

    The cambion turned his eyes to the symbol on the wall, once more: Vitruvian Man…

    No More Tears Axa
    "From here to Jerusalem, no girl had a prettier neck4," Ishmael said, sliding the long sleeves over his arms. A dingy, white thing with a faded logo; SAVE LIVES; GIVE BLOOD. "Was never a girl more elegant. You have to understand, I had been denied a touch my entire life, spare the occasional, mm- accident? I would touch her a thousand times over."

    "You don't seem like someone interested in girls, if you don't mind me saying."

    "Is not the most unusual thing I have been told. I am curious as to why you let me dress."

    "Same reason you're asking."

    "Curious."

    "Mhm."

    "Hm! I- mm…" Ishmael examined his bare hands; held them up. "I need-?"

    "Here you go," said the man, plucking a pair of latex surgical gloves from a box.

    "Hardly fashionable," the cambion remarked, each glove snapped into place, before he tugged his shirtsleeves down over the back of his hands. By the time he'd finished, Ishmael was dressed head-to-toe. A bit warm, but he'd have to make due with a hooded sweatshirt, the old University of Tokyo logo crumpled as he allowed the hem of the bulky article to rest on his shoulders, much like that old mantle from bygone years, the hood pulled over his head, short hair tucked neatly behind his ears. "But, is necessary," he sighed. "Do you have to point that gun at me??"

    "I dunno, do I?"

    "I should think not, sir! I do have friends; they will find me. And I am more than willing to argue in your defense. You saved me from the Yakuza. I do not believe you are affiliated with them?" The man shook his head; the cambion continued. "And you have been a gracious host. It would be rude of me to take advantage of such kindness. Especially since you spared me worse rape. I think I prefer a few needles to what they'd planned for me." Ishmael tossed the bulkier set of sleeves over his shoulders. "What do you hope to learn?"

    "Ideally?" The masked technician holstered the gun. "Everything."

    "And that?" Ishmael nodded to the chessboard on the table.

    "Helps to make the conversation a bit more interesting."

    "Ohh," The cambion grinned. "I like how you think…"

    "Guess we'll see if the feeling's mutual." He watched the boy gently pull the chair out and sit across from him. "Axa?"

    "Ai? If you like, I suppose."

    "Isn't that your name?"

    "My name is lost in time, sir. Gone for sake of upholding the truth. I am black?"

    "If you want- What do you mean lost?"

    "Lost," he sighed, his head briefly eye-level with the board. "Certainly you would know the history of, ah- many undesirables. That they are not wanted, even in remembrance. Their presence is a stain on what a people wish to believe is true." Axa examined a pawn in his gloved hand and smiled. "Red!" he commented. "My father's estate produced a dye; is called kermes. Same as the oak, you know?"

    The man softly shook his head. "Afraid I don't."

    "Named for the little bug that eats the sap, of the tree which also sometimes takes its name. It makes a beautiful sanguine dye, worn by royalty; knights. Is why the color was so common to La Garde."

    "I'm guessing Montaign wasn't lost in time, then."

    "I'm far too proud," Axa sighed, looking up from the board with a smile. "You already know me so well. I am sure we will get along famously." He set the pawn back. "En garde!"

    White opened with the king's pawn.

    Black opened with the queen's knight…

    No More Lies Axa
    So far each side had worked to carefully avoid the other. Avoid trading, as their pieces developed. The cambion was remarkably passive, reacting to every move with a clever, nigh-unbreakable defense, but nothing resembling an offensive had taken shape in his ranks. This wasn't defensive by any merit of strategy, the man concluded; it was all short-sighted. Easy to break down. If every move was reactionary, it stood to reason that he would be the master manipulator in this instance. "What is a demon, exactly?"

    "I devour the souls of men."

    "That's it? Five hundred years must've given you some kind of insight besides that."

    "No." The boy shook his head. "I have seen too many confusing things to believe there is any cosmological consistency in something that should not exist in the first place. God may have a plan for everything, but I'm afraid that Divine Providence only works if we do not have free will. Many, they say: Ah! The Lord allows us free will as part of His plan! As if there is some definite chain of events; prophecy! But there are two worlds, I think. The Lord's, in which none of this could transpire, sir. And the world of the free. A truly infinite God would know the bounds of each and every world, surely. We are free in this world; you are as I. It makes my choices that much more painful to consider. That I am a demon by choice, despite my many protests. Many will delude themselves into believing they have control, to dull the sting of Fortuna's whip. Then, there are those who delude themselves into believing they had no other choice, so they might live justified in their sin. I wish I had no choice in the matter; I would at least be innocent. But I am a demon. Sin is in my very nature."

    "So you don't know what you are?"

    "Depends. Do you know what is a man?"

    "You have no proof that's what I am, but I can see your point. Curious: why did you protect your knights?"

    "Mm?"

    "You valued them a bit too much. It would have been better to sacrifice them early to control the center. Instead they retreated all over the board and allowed me to develop."

    "And then I lost them," he sighed. "And you sacrificed your bishops early, yes? Strange; should be the reverse, I think."

    "Why's that?"

    "Well- check -the Church was largely ignored in my home country. Is strange to think we had quite a secular government, but most men were Christian anyway, so it hardly mattered. Make no mistake! We had our saints and canon. Began to differ somewhat from the Church at the time. After all, we had seen gods with our own eyes. Killed them even! Such a thing surely has a tendency to build hubris and doubt, no?"

    "And yet you're Catholic."

    "Is a church, not a god," Axa dryly retorted. "I am in many churches. I liken them more to an exclusive club than any house of God. Is why I am so proud; do you know how long I yearned for that acceptance? To be welcome, if only in secret, is more than I could ever hope for any other day."

    "And what does your club make you do?"

    "Mostly? Hunt other things like me. Is the deal. I will burn my brethren if I am last to the fire." Axa shrugged. "Everything burns in the end; is a war of attrition. What club do you belong to, if I may ask?"

    "You don't know?" the man asked incredulously. "Frankly I'm shocked you asked that before my name."

    "Pah, what's in a name?"

    "Church of Malthus5," the man replied.

    "Interesting- I am not aware of this one??"

    "You're lucky you're not affiliated with RPC. Wouldn't be sitting here right now playing chess if you were working for those bastards."

    The cambion chuckled. "I cannot find myself in disagreement, there. They're barbarians, the lot of them. Quite stupide if I am to be honest. Short-sighted; they do not understand the implications of their own goals. I am curious though, what are your goals?"

    "I'm more interested in learning yours."

    "I suppose… I could learn of your church through such a reversal. At least tell me: do you believe in God?"

    "Irrelevant, but I have my theories."

    "So, in short: no, you do not. You believe in yourself. If you can confirm God exists, then it is by your own hand, not God's, that you acknowledge His presence. Is rather Cartesian, but is there anything truly beyond that?"

    "I guess. Why did you risk your life for those girls? Not exactly human. They're engineered with specific mental barriers that make them unable to progress past a certain point."

    "Is not everything with some inherent limitation?"

    "Absolute limits are chosen," the Malthusian argued.

    Axa raised a finger in protest. "Mm! When I was born, I was a mindless, flesh-eating thing. I devoured body, mind, and soul. That is my base form; without potential. That human soul that I craved was potential. The potential to be more than what I was doomed to be. If you look at the spirit as- instead of some residual self-image, not what one already is, but rather what they have the potential to become, you begin to understand how something fully conscious can be considered soulless, ai?"

    "…aye?"

    "Ai! Thus the more soul one has, the more potential to be. Fate is… a state of soullessness. Is no different from a story. A memory carved in stone."

    "Even stone becomes dust, but you didn't answer my question."

    Axa fell silent, eyes drifting from the board, to his lap. He sat there in a dejected silence for some time before finally answering: "Because she reminded me of her. I cannot undo what has been done; by my own hand no less…" He gazed into his palm, as though cradling that soul. "That potential is gone forever." The cambion lifted his red eyes to the man once more. "At least let me have the story, I would think."

    "Why all the deflecting when you could have just said that?"

    "Thus, I became a madman6," Axa recited, "And I have found both the freedom of loneliness, and safety from being understood; for those who understand us enslave something in us. But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a thief in jail is safe from another thief…"

    For a brief moment, the Malthusian was silent. "What happened to Elise. Better yet, why throw your life away for a glorified sex doll?"

    Check.

    Axa half-chuckled, a sad, little scoff that pass his lips like a cry of surrender. "Sir, isn't it obvious?"

    No More Games Axa
    The Malthusian's knight captured the demon's pawn; control the center.

    Axa was visibly shaken, now; trembling, as the memory came rushing back to him. "Could not bring himself to finish the act…"

    The masked man awaited the cambion's next move. "That's not what happened to Elise, though."

    "God… Oh God, if I knew he would do that!" Axa slumped forward in his chair, elbows hit the table, as he buried his face in his hands, sobbing furiously. "Elise would still be alive!"

    "Oh- Okay, I think you need a break," he stammered. But Axa was inconsolable. The Malthusian got up from his seat and slipped around the table to usher the cambion to his feet. "Come on…"

    A cigarette outside…

    He had his mask off. He wasn't very handsome. A wiry fellow with thick glasses that rested on a big, Roman nose, and an unflattering crew cut that made his head rather box-shaped, Axa thought. But as he leaned back against the wall of the alley and took a drag off his cigarette, the cambion could not help but to admire something in his posture; the way he carried himself.

    "You're… a true knight, sir."

    He half-chuckled at that. "What??"

    Axa puffed on the cigarette and gazed up at the night sky, the distant wail of emergency sirens carried on the warm breeze. "You are chivalrous. And… honorable. And I am I compelled to recognize this in you." He wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

    "You're not so bad yourself." He planted his foot back against the wall. "I'm guessing they don't always do what you want. When you touch them?"

    Axa shook his head. "No. I can invoke lust; does not mean I control it…"

    "There's some real scum in the world. Real Jack the Ripper types; probably known a few in your time?"

    "Ai, sir. Many…"

    "That where your uh…" He nodded, gestured toward Axa's nether regions with his cigarette-hand. "Business went?"

    The cambion blushed. "It… it… was customary, in that time, for the Church to… sterilize half-breeds like me. To prevent anymore, ah- children of ruin, they called us." Drawing from his cigarette again, Axa exhaled a thick cloud of smoke with a sigh. "Achille was right. It was only a matter of time before they discovered me."

    No More Mercy Axa
    "Raped her," the Malthusian repeated, his knight retreating.

    "And killed her," Axa replied. "I drank her soul. Like that of my own mother, when I was born. I suppose that is the price I paid. Sir Montaign loved that woman, and I- killed her. I am that woman. And I am Elise, perhaps. Perhaps I am none of these." He shook his head. "I don't know who I am. I barely know what I am." The memory still burned in the forefront of his mind. The taste of her blood. Her smooth flesh on his lips. Axa recited: "From here to Jerusalem, no girl had a prettier neck…"

    "And you feel regret?"

    "Every day."

    "You say you- what, go to hell, when you sleep?"

    "Is so for all my kind, though I have long since escaped that cage. I dwell in a pretty court of marble and gold. Velvet and silk. Is a gilded cage, but a cage I am much happier to occupy. If Achille had not run me through… I would not have been so weak. So easily coaxed into that feral state by that brute…" Axa sighed. "Please, no more, I have told you what happened to Elise. Is this not enough?"

    "Okay." The Malthusian leaned back in his chair. He'd long since removed his mask, exposing an ever present, rather critical gaze. "What if… I could help you."

    Axa looked up from his pieces. "With what, sir?"

    "Make you… whole, maybe?" the man said with a suggestive shrug. "Wouldn't be able to uh… procreate, but I mean, hey, it works; it's something," he said with an awkward chuckle.

    "I'm afraid those scars are mine, sir. They make me. I would not lose what I have suffered so much to obtain."

    "I see…"

    A tilt of the head, his bangs gently fell to one side. A smirk, revealing his little fangs. "You knew I would say that, didn't you?"

    "I had a hunch. I can also release the girl." Axa fell silent; the Malthusian nodded. "Yes. I have her. We fished her out with her friend. The big one; she didn't make it, but-"

    The cambion's expression sobered instantly. He leaned forward. "What do you want."

    "Who says I want anything?"

    "Not to offend? But I've had half a millennia of conversations to know, sir."

    The Malthusian sat forward now and laced his fingers under his chin. "Humanity is a… biological time bomb, of sorts. Have you ever heard of a behavioral sink?"

    "Calhoun," Axa replied. "Is a response to overcrowding. The demon realms suffer from something similar, I'm to think. I am not sure if our behavior and… aeh- biology? You could say? Is the same, but much of the inferno is… debaucherous, for reasons I sometimes wonder can be explained by science. Why; what does this have to do with anything?"

    "Everything. Both you and- I think her name is Inke? Some kind of joke one of the handlers came up with- Both of you detract from human reproduction. It's one of the reasons Kabushiki Kawaii exists. Good for outsourcing research; it's a… mutually beneficial relationship," he said offering a faint gesture of the hand. "It makes sense the most deviant individuals would contribute the least to the human genome for… a number of reasons."

    "Mm?"

    "Inke isn't a threat to the bigger picture. She has a limited lifespan, and her existence has served to prevent the spread of aberrant genes. You, on the other hand; you seem… a bit too dangerous, unfortunately."

    "You saw fit to remove your mask before me. I could have spit in your face. It only takes a touch, sir."

    "My name is Mark," he said; Axa's brow perked at that. "What?"

    "Nothing. Is just… a name that reminds me of someone. Much about you reminds me of him."

    "I'm sure you have a lot of things to be reminded of by now."

    "Ai…"

    "Point is, you're a valuable subject. You're also radical element. RPC won't have you throwing a wrench in the system, and I'm not sure the Church of Malthus would, either. I can release the girl. Somewhere safe. To someone who won't hurt her. She'll probably need to lose the ears, the tail; easy enough to fix, and she can… live something of a normal life. Maybe. She won't last long. Ten, maybe fifteen years tops before the cancer sets in."

    The cambion winced, a visible pang of emotion as he told him this. He sighed. "And you tell me this, why?"

    Mark moved: Queen takes Queen.

    Axa eyed the board. A queen trade, plain and simple. "I see. You want me."

    "I want you to return to where you came from, or, where you belong, more precisely. Or you can leave. It's your choice."

    "You would have me… die?"

    "Sleep forever. Return to hell," he stated again. "And the Church of Malthus gets your body."

    Axa considered his proposal:

    I am already caught; why offer me freedom?

    If she is alive, why let her escape?

    If I have some choice, this is a test of my reaction.

    Is the outcome even affected by my decision?

    If I choose to preserve myself, I may die anyway.

    If I choose to save her; she may not be alive.

    If I choose to die, they may release me.

    The current outcome cannot be verified, however:

    This man values something; of that I can be sure.

    Am I among those valuable things?

    "…very well."

    "You thought about that for a minute," Mark noted.

    "Yes. I did. It was a very calculated decision on my part."

    "Do you have some idea why I'm offering this?"

    "I'm afraid all the goodness in me is a mere wager. A gamble, for certain, but a carefully measured one. I do indeed love, but among all things, life for the sake of life itself; I will not die if I can prevent it. But clinging to it in this moment would only draw your ire, no?"

    "But why tell me this?"

    "Because I feel you value right. Am I wrong, to be so honest? Was it really such a base question to see if I were a selfless being? I am certain a torture great enough would convince a mother to separate with her child; kill it even! And what righteousness is this, I must wonder, that you would place some moral wrong upon those too weak to resist. Aberrant genes," he sneered. "Fuck you. Am I to believe you, faced with the same question from your superior, would cull yourself from the equation? What delusion. I do not care if you are telling the truth, or what this test yields. You are a fool. Bastard. And you will be slain by your own sword for your arrogance. A truth we all face; but at least I know it…"

    Axa ignored the queen; Bishop takes pawn. "Check."

    "Alright, choirboy; winner takes all."

    "Cute, but I am not clergy," Axa growled.

    Mark captured. "What are you, then? Said it yourself: you don't know."

    Axa captured. "A goliard!"

    "Clergy, kid. Clergy without a job."

    "Oh?! You know your history! But tell me, is a priest defrocked truly a priest?"

    "Can a boy without balls be a man? Check."

    Axa fell still, eyeing the pieces. "I want the God that hates my flesh. I pray the words that singe my tongue, and bear the cross that burns me; Mockery is my prayer."

    "You're insane."

    "A holy fool," Axa growled. The cambion's rook slid across the board, knocking out Mark's and putting his king in check. "Check!"

    Mark captured his rook in turn. "Gunning for a Pyrrhic victory, demon."

    "Nonetheless a victory!"

    A slaughter erupted. Trade upon trade, material lost, until they pieces grew sparse. Isolated kings, and a handful of pawns. A knight here. A bishop there. Axa's mind likened it to the silent aftermath of a battle. The mangled corpses pecked by crows, disemboweled or dragged away by scavenging beasts. Until finally the clamor was no more, and the surviving soldiers limped away.

    Checkmate…

    "I tried to burn it all down," Axa murmured. "A draw would have sufficed." He bowed his head, burdened by despair. "I never stood a chance, did I…"

    "You could've given yourself up; I did give you that option."

    "I would sooner fight for all than die for one." The cambion lifted his eyes. "What would you die for, I must wonder."

    "I wouldn't."

    "You wouldn't gamble, you mean…" Axa's gaze hardened; the Malthusian's hand drifted toward the pistol. "I've taken nothing but chances, sir. My entire life has been a gamble. I am… still here. Those dice may be loaded in my favor, don't you think? Given all the times I could have died. Tell me, do you enjoy taking chances?"

    "I don't take chances."

    "No. You've read me quite well. You have this entire situation to your liking, but you do not control my past; too many threads of fate extend beyond this room. I wonder, are you content to risk a spider cornering you, for sake of nursing your pride, sir?"

    "This is my lair, kid."

    "Ai? That may be so. And I am sure you know all the goings on outside your little web. But you do not know… who I know. You do not know what the consequences of keeping me truly are. You don't even know if we are serving the same master," Axa finished with a chuckle. The cambion leaned forward, planting his elbows on the table and cradling his chin in his hand. "Do you really think the world ends at your chessboard?"

    I am the spirit that negates.
    And rightly so, for all that comes to be
    Deserves to perish wretchedly;
    'Twere better nothing would begin.
    Thus everything that that your terms, sin,
    Destruction, evil represent-
    That is my proper element.

    "Move it," the mask said, shoving the girl toward the black car. A 1980 four-door sedan with a long, menacing hood. The engine rumbled ominously, like a beast ready to devour. She saw it much like the big cars the masters drove, how it cast the shadow of a prison. An instinctive fear took over, forcing the mask to drag her to the back seat and practically throw her in, ignoring her whimpering protests. Slamming the door shut behind her, the locks fell like a stone in her gut. Inke gasped as the driver's side window rolled down a crack. She curled up against the door fearfully, flattening her ears and wrapping her arms around her knees. Past the seat, she saw the driver pass a card to the mask.

    "Please, think of it as a favor," the boy said.

    "I seriously doubt you have the stomach to return that favor," the mask replied.

    "Sir, I will do some terrible things to justify my actions. Anything you want."

    "Anything," the Malthusian remarked.

    "Anything," said the cambion with a coy grin. As he walked away, Axa rolled the window up. "I hope you've had your fill of this place, because I am never coming back here again."

    She couldn't think of anything to say. There must have been something. Something a master would want to hear, but it felt wrong. Instead, the girl slumped over on the seat with a look of numb disbelief. "Okay…"

    The cambion smirked and shook his head. "Is going to be, yes."

    "Mami…"

    Axa was quiet for a moment; nothing but the gentle thrum of the engine. "I'm sorry about your friend. Is a cruel world to be sure, but…" He adjusted the mirror. His red eyes appeared in the rear-view, looking back at her. "I don't think I need to tell you that, do I?" Inke was quiet. Despite the tears, she made no sound. "What do you think Mami would want for you?"

    Inke sniffled, wiping her eyes. "I don't know…"

    "She'd want you to be free. And safe. And happy. You cry. And you get all those tears out, Inke. You have too many wonderful days ahead of you to spend them crying. We're both very lucky to escape." Inke was silent; Axa looked ahead. "For now? Two out of three is not bad, I think." He popped a tape in, a wild, foreign soundscape filled her ears, and they took off down the street into the night.

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    TO OUR BELOVED CITY
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    To our lovely citizens a new dog has been selected a mayor say hello to the dog onces you see it!
     
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  6. 15 hours ago, Lorex Krato said:

    you already make events with your ??? characters. 

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    Isn't that to an extent ???'s Objective To create 'RP' Or rather how'd ya like to put it as 'events' But suree ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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    I don't know how I feel trusting you with commands that can be easily abused considering

    Being In Job's that has access to commands there was really never any abuse soo yea although I can understand ya concerns. 

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     what I've seen you do for "testing" and "fun" while on "certain" jobs. 

    Sure Testing during low pop times but ay I won't judge

    "Fun" If you'd like to Consider me playing a Job A Little Bit 'Different' As a negative then there isn't much I can do regarding that as a player I wish to have ya know Fun on the server and roleplay and what not

    5 hours ago, Xunt said:

    He literally has evidence of him abusing on ???

    If there was evidence of 'Abuse' Then I would've been long kicked from ??? Although if ya truly do have send to dm's cheers 👋

  7. In game Name:

    Houston Benton

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    SteamID:

    STEAM_0:0:45939042

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    List of warns:

     None  (  ery noic

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    Any previous or current staff experience:

    All Were Previous on Varying Gamemode / Sandbox / starwars Servers.

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    Why should we pick you?(200 Word Min):

    I would like Like to join the event team since I've got a creative mind and an experience in writing and organizing events for a long time!  And because everyone wants to create the best possible event. An event that's extremely entertaining, fun, horrific,  memorable and involves everyone in the community. The kind of an event that makes you build a relationship with the community and get more involved in making everybody doin their parts. All in all, I'll do my best to create an event that "tests" the ya know which is surely going to make everybody that tries the event feel more connected and have fun. and will cover the tiny details whether it consists of an swep going monkae or an dupe being unusable thanks to an blacklist or what not I'll substitute in these issues with temp solutions or big ol'ones via shouting to very countable fellow by the name plague, And due to the amount of wrong's that can accrue on gmod I'll make sure Unforeseen circumstances cannot be completely disregarded. Whether It be a entity going monkey or an player being too much of a 'loveable' Sport, since there’s always a chance that something could go wrong I can adapt to em and make a ‘plan B’ in time to keep the event goin smooth. Soo It doesn't turn into a heap of a disaster But Instead into a positive experience for all the inevolved.

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    Your event plan:

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    Site-1//AC RECON Proposals


     

    Document S-1//AC-RECON-1 — "Olympia-class Containment chamber"

    Project Date: 04.01.1947.

    Current clearance level: 4


    [ENTRY LOG C]

    To whom it concerns for the last decade if not more, site-1//ac had some trouble with a rather obscure little shifter honestly i don't even know anymore exactly we sent a shit ton of people to try to get rid of it but instead of seeing MTF's returning victorious we get the dreaded no return but rather a finely printed note with the writing 'please kill it' and it's driven me fucking mad honestly Soo I've got a Proposal to The Head of Security and Mobile Task Forces Director That I Senior researcher J////###  working on this project That we Send in a 'Team' With AG-SC AQUATIC SUITS, Equipped with a Knife and a TB-CD Submerged Pistol Honestly I don't If that Aught to work but the Little Fucker is Shifting His location constantly and entry points one day he'll Probably transport out of our site and get em self inside a random populated place For all I know
                                                                                          ~Dr J

    A Small Note: As to Not Spoil the For-mentioned Event Above as I like to keep secret yes yes? It will be a Small Event That Takes Place in a very handsome looking Place that Inevolves Certain Creatures.
    There is More Idea's But I won't detail em all here as it will take all day to do soo.
     
  8. From: flak@command.goc.int
    To:     transfer@headquarters.goc.int
    Subject: Welcome Onboard
    Date: 1/12/2021
     

    Ay Welcome to the Goc It's been a whole decade since I've handled these heheh get it a decade? fucking Comedy right there.

     

    Down below are the accepted Transferal Requests.

     

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    If you aren't on the list then ya are

    denied  

     

     

     
    See you soon,
    Colonel Flak.

  9. From: flak@command.goc.int
    To:     transfer@headquarters.goc.int
    Subject: Welcome Onboard
    Date: 12/25/2020
     

     I've Forgotten to make a response to these HQ Transferals  as an apology take this JPEG of a Gigner Cookie Made in our lovely logo, Happy a Christmas

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    It's Crunchy and tasty,

    Down bellow are the accepted Transferal Requests.

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    If you aren't on the list then ya are denied  You can always re-do it we'll be keepin a eye around our email for a while.

     

     

     
    See you soon,
    Colonel Flak.

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    hello yes u have boughat dado art of moanei quote baokk look 4 new cool way to make moneay no worry! dado got u cover in wide selecation of quote i assuare no customer refund of book either.

    verse 1

     

    "When n douabt buy out competiton"

    "how hard can compeny go if have no money?"

    "If u no werked then u lazey if u get peoplae werked 4 u then u big hit in market"

    "If customer complain give no refund"

    "when i kid daddo dad ask 2 me 'when u mak monei u becme like jeff bezos' i said "i'll be bette than jeff bozeas"

    "people old and people horny do the raw dog so dado make medicine to do the old and horny 4 meni."

    "world is shit" so dado is think, "how is dado help world clean up the shit?" fortunately dado is very clever so make the poop removal pill yes.

     

    dado appreciate good snooze and so when man say "want the good snooze pill" dado is say "i have already made for u yes". this good medicine for make the long z.

    " when amaezen worka say no sleep u put wage cage 4 em for sleep and monei. "

    "carter scare first then i buy ms dark out for date we be bst friand and sleeap that how u make monei"

    daddo feel sleep here

    daddo feel sleep here too.

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    oh i sell company full boakk talk to me inaperson thank

    nbest sell book 2020


    r u want to become good rich?  well good u need fine stock. here what u do. u make page on internet wall street so then dado come and add good stoack to cat log. just if u want to write the dado remember important rules:

    1) dado very good at make the good medicine

    2) dado sometimes confused about what people mean when they say the words

    3) u trust dado

    4) dado has amazon prime so no shipping charge

    5) dado, being fine capitalist, proud owner of laundry and tan

    6) dado capitalize key broken so dado is dado

    7) dado not of bad spelling, dado just is into confusion sometime regarding names that are not dado or important business partner robert mitchell

     

     

     

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    Blinding shining star

    You won't see so far
    Know what can't be shown
    Feel what can't be known
    You were an isle unto thyself
    You had a heart you hadn't felt
    Why would it hurt me

     

     

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    Stars may die in threes, but worlds die in fives.

     

    What Is Fifthism?

    I Often get this question asked amongst our dreamers and dwellers, "What is Fifthism really about?" Fifthism is the result of the brain's natural reaction to the impossible no really let me divulge further. in certain realities the impossible is accepted as the norm lets say this on the Fifth of July the foundation got disbanded or On the Fifth of February dreams cease to exist the residents of that reality accept it as the norm and life goes on, still confused eh? to put it blunt Fifthism  is the result of your thinking to cope with the impossible as to avoid the tragic fate of going insane, Fifthism is a defence mechanism, a mindset that protects you regarding the Aforementioned things lets move to the other fundamental idea, Destruction how does one set thyself free. destruction is a form of freedom whether it be of the self, or gods, or many others will you be free from your bonds to this wretched planet.

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    What Does it mean to dream?

    Dreams are stories and images that our minds create while we sleep. They can be entertaining, fun, romantic, disturbing, frightening, and sometimes bizarre.

    That's really it I guess no really.

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    Let's talk

    Four score and eleven years ago our fathers brought forth on this land, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

    This portion of the battlefield is where a great man, only one year past, laid down his life for this nation. The normal course of our lives has become steeped in death. Engaged as we are in the great civil war, we lay down our lives in the defense of the propositions of our fathers. That equality and freedom has begat strife and discord is a cause for despair, but the land under our feet is proof that we must stand steadfastly beside those principles.

    This land flourishes. It receives the sun and yields up the fruits of the earth. Only one year past the greatest loss this nation has ever known, the land grows. I do not say this to diminish the memory of those that fought here. Great men consecrated this land with blood that will call out to us until eternity falls and we await god's judgement. Yet their loss did not destroy this land. It did not render unto us the fruits of that violence. Like our fathers before us, those who lost their lives here gave their fullest devotion to the principles of freedom.

    It is in their names that we must devote ourselves fully to the preservation of those principles. We must bring forth on this land a new birth of freedom. We must come together with our brothers and ensure that the proposition of our fathers does not pass forever from this land.

    ~Abraham Lincoln

     
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    Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth,
    Ovis City is taken, and the rebels put to rout;
    And Juan's the renegade, he ran to save his bacon—
    When he saw S-IT Dream's “Yanks,” and “Ovis is taken!”

    With a whack, rowdy-dow,
    A phantasm boy is S-IT Dream,
    Whack, rowdy-dow,
    Invincible is he!

    This hurly-burly insurgency, they once did loudly boast,
    That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er pollute their City Wall's.
    They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty,
    But when the “Zero's” came along it was “Legs, do your duty!”

    With a whack, rowdy-dow,
    Ovis is fallen,
    Whack, rowdy-dow,
    The end is drawing near!

    And from the “Sacred City,” this valiant warlike throng;
    Skedaddled in confusion, although Ten thousand oddities strong—
    Without a Sharp release, without a blow, or least sign of resistance,
    And leaving their poor friends behind, with the “Yankees” for assistance!

    With a whack, rowdy-dow,
    How are you, hurly-burly insurgency?
    Whack, rowdy-dow,
    Your race is nearly run!

    And again o’er Ovis Spring's battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly,


    While the insurgency of Twenty-one in the “Last ditch” lie;—
    With the Ghost of Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory,


    We’ll squash poor Juan’s insurgency, and then get “Hunk ydory!”

    With a whack, rowdy-dow,
    How are you, neutral Vincent Robert ?
    Whack, rowdy-dow,
    We’ll settle next with you!

  13.  
    From: flak@command.goc.int
    To: transfer@headquarters.goc.int
    Subject: Mistakes
    Date: 10/24/2020
     

     For being a omnipotent fellow you sure forget stuff Archivist, I think being a garbage-man for GOC Would serve you well and that hunkerin clown sword of yours.
    but still holy fuck, Archivist how'd ya do this?

    And I thought, I could flak around without some lil-innerward anomaly with a obession of our operatives could atleast write the right folks in

     To Mister Jameson

    Consider ya self accepted

    And lastly Don't threaten our staff thank you.

     

     
    See you soon,
    Colonel Flak.

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    The Hunter's Black Lodge

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    GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge") is an anomalous criminal cult primarily active in the post-Soviet states. Known as "The Hunter's Black Lodge" (or simply the "Black Lodge"), GoI-0432 has been linked to extortion, murder, robbery, gambling, prostitution, human trafficking, drug trafficking, weapons trafficking, and underground fighting rings. While these activities are not inherently anomalous, the anomalous capabilities of GoI-0432 has had an aberrant effect on their practice.
    The Foundation first became aware of the Black Lodge in the early 1990s after receiving a tip from informants in INTERPOL. Further investigation uncovered GoI-0432 related documents from the recently dissolved GRU Division "P", later corroborated by former members. It appears that GRU Division "P" was unable to fully contain or neutralize the threat presented by the Black Lodge, with one source describing them as a "hydra" - the organization thought neutralized on several occasions only for it to reappear months later, "stronger than before".
    Victims of the Black Lodge have been discovered impaled, penetrated by large organic spines48 - the decedents commonly showing evidence of ritual cannibalism.

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    Foundation Report

    Known as "The Hunter's Black Lodge" (or simply the "Black Lodge"), GoI-0432 has been linked to extortion, murder, robbery, gambling, prostitution, human trafficking, drug trafficking, weapons trafficking, and underground fighting rings. While these activities are not inherently anomalous, the anomalous capabilities of GoI-0432 has had an aberrant effect on their practice. These anomalies include:

    - The trafficking and distribution of anomalous pharmaceutical agents, primarily in the form of the anabolic-androgenic steroid "Гнев". The intravenous injection of Гнев triggers anomalous levels of muscle and bone growth. Continued and/or excessive use will result in Proteus-Cronenberg syndrome and/or death. Analysis suggests that this substance is harvested from the adrenal gland of an unidentified species of animal and has thus been classified as SCP-2408-2A.

    - The trafficking and distribution of "Похоть", a potent narcotic and increasingly prevalent "club drug". Normally sold in small, glass vials, it is administered to the body through insufflation into the sinus cavities (injection has been found to be universally fatal). Substance triggers various sensory hallucinations, increased heart palpitations, increased sexual arousal, and feelings of euphoria; studies have shown the substance to be more addictive than heroin. These effects are non-anomalous (the substance likely created with profit in mind) but the substance itself appears to be derived from the spinal fluid of an unidentified species and has thus been classified as SCP-2408-2B.

    - The trafficking and distribution of biological agents, including pathogens and toxins deemed anomalous by the Foundation. The creation and distribution of "Красная Смерть"4 represents an exceptionally high level threat. Already classified as SCP-███, information regarding the "Red Death" is presently only available on a need-to-know basis.

    - Victims of GoI-0432 have been discovered impaled by large organic spines5 or completely torn apart. Cadavers display injuries suggestive of attacks by several different animals such as bloody hoofprints, wounds consistent with goring by a horned or tusked animal, and teeth-marks indicative of a large, lupine organism.


    The Foundation became aware of GoI-0432 in wake of the USSR's dissolution, when many anomalies and documents relating to anomalies were transferred to Foundation control by GRU Division "P". The existence of GoI-0432 would be further corroborated by former members of GRU Division "P". It appears that they were unable to fully contain or neutralize the threat presented by GoI-0432 and its associated anomalies, with one source describing the apparent destruction of the organization on several occasions - only for it to reappear months later, seemingly strengthened.

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    GRU DIVISION 

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    GSI "BLACK LODGE"
    DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT V

    APPROVED 12.III.1959 PRINTOUT NR: 3

    SIGNED:
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    DEPARTMENT HEAD V-P-9-GRU
    D.NR: 20-III-1959
    RESPONSIBLE PERSONNEL:
    Ivan P. Krupin
    DETAIL:


    GSI "BLACK LODGE" designates a criminal organization which has augmented its illegal and deviant activity through anomalous means. GSI "BLACK LODGE" currently operates throughout the USSR but is suspected to be headquartered in Moscow at a location referred to by the criminal class as the "Old Altar". Information about this location has been primarily gathered from Rites survivor Samuil T. Ankudinov, executed for criminal involvement once survival was deemed no longer necessary.
    INTERVIEW LOG
    DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT V

    07.III.1959

    D.NR: 12.III.1959

    ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 12-III-1959

    Attached is the transcript of interview of Samuil T. Ankudinov, a former "BLACK LODGE" recruit and survivor of the Rites. Interviewer is ████ █. K████████. Due to the loss of subject's mandible, he is only able to respond via writing. Subject has little to no knowledge with regards to specific anomalies and appears to have suffered great psychological trauma from his experience. Subject was recovered by workers from the sewage systems of Moscow's Arbat District.
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    Samuil T. Ankudinov, displaying injuries.
    K: Where is the Altar?
    STA:
    "I DON'T KNOW. BELOW? I COULD NOT SEE. BLINDFOLDED."
    K:
    What did you encounter within? Tell me everything you perceived.
    STA:
    "OLD TEMPLE. HEATHEN. BLACK STONE. BLOOD. MEAT. THE CHANTING. THE DRUMMING."
    K:
    What were you forced to do?
    STA:
    "FIGHT OR DIE. NO CHOICE. FOR OROK. FOR THE GLORY OF THE HUNT. I WAS WEAK. PATHETIC. WORTHLESS."
    K:
    How did you escape?
    STA:
    AMONG THE DEAD. BLOOD FED GRATES. CRAWLED AWAY. BLOOD AND MEAT AND BONES. DEEPER. ALL WAS BLACK. DESERVED. NOT STRONG ENOUGH. SHOULD HAVE BEEN CULLED WITH HONOR.

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    Missive 01/29/1995

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    I apologize for the delay. I'll start from the beginning.

    I was brought upstairs and over to a circular table where six men and one elderly woman were seated; Otari "Zver'" Iosava, leader of GoI-0432, sat at the far end, facing an empty chair. He told me to sit and I obliged. Had a menacing air to him; muscular, never smiled or removed his sunglasses. I suspect the others were higher ups but they kept silent for the most part.


    He dove right in - skipped the pleasantries. Said it was nice to see someone who didn't mind doing a bit of wetwork8. "New blood willing to spill blood" I remember him remarking.


    Iosava said he was aware that I had no brothers9. That it was rare, and dangerous, to work solo in Moscow. Informed him that I had received a few offers but told those "cock sucking bitches" that they weren't worth my time.


    Paraphrasing his response: "Think you're tough? You speak brave words but maybe you're just another stupid cunt whose luck's about to run out."


    He was hard to read. His tone and body language was firm but hardly aggressive. Told him those gangs were weak. I responded: "Why try my luck with the lowest cards in the deck?"


    The elderly woman leaned to Iosava and whispered in his ear. She was noticeably pale and covered with unusual tattoos - abnormal for a Russian woman her age. Made me feel a lot more uneasy than those thugs.


    He said: "Your blood's wrong, Kорова10 (word stuck out to me; hard to explain; look it up) but you've got balls. I'll give you one chance to prove yourself. There's going to be a little initiation, a nice way to cull the pussies." Again, paraphrasing.


    He snapped his fingers and said: "For now, we drink and be merry."


    A waitress delivered a bottle of vodka and several glasses. As per tradition, we poured our own shots. Iosava raised a glass, I returned the favor, and we drank.


    And in a blink I find myself tied up and naked on the cold floor; a hood over my head and a proper ball gag in my mouth (not so weird, Red Lanterns has a kind of BDSM theme going on). I had figured pouring my own drink would have avoided this exact sort of situation. Maybe the bottom of the glass had a layer of some kind of tranquilizer. Hard to say. Doesn't matter. It all gets a lot weirder.


    Eventually they came for me and carted me off. Was pointless to fight it. This went on for maybe an hour or two. I remember hearing the sound of old pipes and flowing water. The air was chill and damp. There was a scent of rust and stagnant water followed by an earthy aroma.


    There were voices. And not all were speaking Russian. "Szidaas nin", "vartaas x dask" or something like that; gibberish to me but I'm certain it was Sarkic speak.


    They chained me by the neck to what I would later find to be a pillar or some kind of support beam. They untied the rope from my wrists and ankles, pulled off my hood, and removed the gag.


    I was in a dimly lit area resembling an amphitheater; appeared fairly ancient. There were four other men in similar circumstances to my own, chained by the neck to a pillar. There was also a large crowd, possibly in the hundreds, observing from higher ground. Some wore red and white robes; others were dressed in plain clothes or business attire. I felt a prick at the base of my neck and everything after was a blur.


    I heard chanting. I remember skulls cracked, eyes gouged, and the feel of flesh between my teeth.


    Then celebration; Drugs, food, women, and flashes of violence - not necessarily in that order. The memories are confused; just vague and disjointed images. I apologize for the lack of details.


    I awoke in my apartment with my skin still caked in blood. Received a tattoo, don't remember that at all and took me by surprise - resembles a black cyclops skull with horns and tusks. Guess they've accepted me as one of their own. I'll be sure to step out shirtless a few times. Have the surveillance ops snap a few photographs - see if it means anything.

     

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    Agent S████ was not equipped with a recording device due to the delicate nature of the mission. Instead, information was transferred to the Foundation via dead drop7. Agent S████ entered the nightclub at 2100, 01/25/1995, equipped with a SIG Sauer P226. He is observed being approached by a bouncer, which Agent S████ proceeds to follow after a short conversation. An agent inside the nightclub reports seeing S████ being escorted to an upstairs VIP suite overlooking the main floor. Agent S████ does not exit the nightclub until 0800, 01/29/1995. A message would later be delivered to the dead drop site at approximately 2100.

    The Foundation would henceforth receive biweekly mission reports from Agent S████.

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    Missive 02/04/1995
    Possible GoI-0432 front:

    ul. ██████ 94

    GELENDZHIK

    Krasnodarskij kraj

    353465

    RUSSIAN FEDERATION


    First job was gunrunning. More damning evidence against Abraxas Arms. Not a lot to report beyond that.


    In a lot of ways, the Black Lodge is like any other Bratva. They're thugs, plain and simple, and mostly driven by greed. They're also nastier, which speaks volumes; you can't get much lower than the Bratva - they discarded any trace of honor they had left in Siberia.

    The Great Mothers are certainly something you don't see in the world of organized crime. The боевик call them hags, crones, witches, and the like (though not to their faces). The Sarkic influence is clear with them. Twelve in number, they refer to each other as "sisters" - priestesses or some such. All wear the same outfits - a black sarafan, a stained leather apron, and a red and white shawl covering the shoulders and hair. Always bare footed. A lot of ink work too. They aren't karcists but they still wield a great deal of clout over the Black Lodge.

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    Missive 03/10/1995
    "Criminal underground" has a literal meaning for the Black Lodge. There's another world beneath Moscow. Abandoned soviet bunkers. The Metro-2. Forgotten crypts. But it runs so much deeper than we knew. There's something downright ancient below. Suffice it to say, I think Moscow was built atop a Sarkic temple.

    There's a dungeon. Rusted torture equipment. Pre-revolution. Maybe a relic of the Time of Troubles. Regardless, it looks like the Sarkicites are continuing the tradition. It's not nearly as deep and ancient as that wretched temple. Might be worth researching what buildings used to exist in the general location during the 17th century.


    I don't know much about these places yet. Information seems to be on a "need to know" basis. But I think I've found a weak link in their chain - one of the Great Mothers; let's call her "Five".


    Five shows signs of senility; she's gentle, friendly, and more importantly naive. I've been able to glean some fairly significant intelligence from her (but can't say how much truth there is to any of it).


    According to her, the Black Lodge is something both new and old. Like the other Bratva, it began in the gulags of Siberia - during Сучьи войны. Avgust Iosava, father of Otari, appears to have been responsible for the Black Lodge's resurrection in '51. Something he encountered in the Siberian wilderness after leading a successful prison break. And that's when the witches sought him out. Guided him. Showed him "what he had forgotten" - I asked what she meant by that but her mind wandered elsewhere.


    She seemed happy to have someone listen to her; a chance to feel nostalgic about the old ways. She told me to take this "secret" and handed me several old and frayed documents; scriptures but not the originals, notes she must have transcribed from their primary sources. Fragmented but something I think the researchers would like to see. Going to write this all down.


    Five also told me about Moscow's lost history. In another time, it was known by a different name - "Orok's Fall"; a Sarkic settlement - and where the Saint of War sacrificed himself, "for the blood of gods and tyrants". Never cared for this city. Guess there was always something sinister here.


    As she described the ancient city, her terminology was unusually anatomical in nature. Referring to different locations as the "heart", "lungs", and "skull" of Orok's Fall.

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    Missive 04/18/1995
    I am making a special request to have my name, as well as what I've done (you'll know it soon enough), removed from the final report. If I successfully complete my mission and come out of this alive then I request the immediate application of amnestics.

    Most of my targets have been degenerates and criminals. Potential rivals and the like. But this was different. And Otari, that sick fuck, wanted us leave a different kind of message. There are other Sarkic cultists in Moscow; non-Black Lodge. I'm talking oligarchs. Government officials. One of them sent word that someone in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a man named ██████ █████████, wanted to crack down on the Black Lodge and was searching for allies among the few straight players left in this city.


    Target the family. A wife, a daughter. Don't kill them. Make an example. The sort of scars that'll never heal.

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    Missive 04/22/1995
    Spoke with Five again, still trying to clear my head of what happened. She's not like the others and I'm beginning to question just how senile she really is. When she speaks of me, and her faith, there is a tone of regret.

    I asked her more about Sarkicism (don't worry, I didn't say the "S-word")19. And, when she tells me about Ion, I feel like a child again - listening to my baboushka talk about Jesus and the old prophets. Whimsical, and like her, skipping over the parts that involve glorified torture and murder.


    I'm no researcher, historian or theologian or whatever. But I think these cults, this "Sarkicism" didn't begin this way (but I suppose that goes for most religions). Five talks about honor, friendship, virtue, and liberation. The gentle reindeer folk of Adi-um against the evil Daeva. She's old, but I take it the faith changed long before her; maybe she has begun to interpret the texts differently. Maybe she's wrong, seeing good under layers of madness and atrocity.


    I can relate. It's always the same. Another failed revolution. Regardless, I suspect Five is an aberration. Perhaps that is the reason she's confided in me. The others talk about the Great Mothers, say they can see things. At times I wonder if she knows who I really am.


    And then my training tells me to eliminate her. I think I'll ignore that training for now. Besides, no point taking out a source like her. Not yet at least.


    P.S. The arena. It isn't just for initiation. Blood sport disguised as ritual; or maybe ritual disguised as blood sport. Six enter; only one comes out. A lot of folks willing to pay to see and bet on it. Many wear the skulls of beast and the clean suits of billionaires. Five's not a fan; it's like listening to people complain about the commercialization of Christmas. I know the Black Lodge has been classified as Neo-Sarkic but the Great Mothers are pretty clearly Proto-Sarkic - they're traditional, celebrate the high holidays, and still think in terms of some greater good. The rest only care about how to make themselves stronger, wealthier, etc. Otari has an animal cunning to him but he is hardly an intellectual - nor does he appear to be a karcist (or at least, the term hasn't been thrown around at all).

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    Missive 05/06/1995
    Five let me in on a little secret. Otari has a brother by the name of Mikhail. Same father; different mother. And he's that half-dead thing in the cell.

    Apparently Otari and Mikhail have somewhat of a rivalry, but that isn't why Mikhail's been imprisoned and defaced; Five was vehement about that. It seems that Mikhail volunteered for some sort of ritual.


    Things are getting pretty fucked up here. Not sure if it's the drugs or not. I'll leave a vial with this report. I'm seeing things. The angles in the club, and everything below, are wrong. The architecture gives me a headache if I stare at it too long. Yesterday I woke in a bathroom stall with a half-eaten woman.


    The whores at Red Lanterns - they look human one moment then the next, well, I know 'monster' isn't really appropriate in this line of work but not sure how else to describe them. They stare at me with feral, hungry eyes. Five once called the them Rusalki21; I thought she was just being figurative but now I'm not so sure. They slither off into the backrooms with fresh meat tailing behind; they'll be back an hour later, looking satisfied - but the men that go in don't ever come out.


    And when I watch the pit fights. There are things in the audience that aren't entirely human. There are sounds I can't explain; like a heartbeat, sometimes roars - something from deep below, where all the blood and corpses go.

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    Agent S████ was declared MIA on 05/28/1995.

    On 06/04/1995, after much deliberation, raids were conducted against multiple Black Lodge sites, including the Red Lanterns nightclub. During the assault, SCP-2408-1 were directly observed undergoing transfiguration. Despite their aggression and anomalously augmented combat prowess, the SCP-2408-1 threat was thoroughly neutralized through the use of incendiary armaments (with the Foundation unexpectedly suffering only minor casualties). As operations continued, it grew readily apparent that the Black Lodge had provided minimal manpower - a mere fraction of its total population in the region.
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    Sarkicism is a religious/philosophical system that encompasses a variety of traditions, beliefs, and spiritual practices largely based on teachings attributed to “Grand Karcist Ion”, its deified founder. Adherents practice ritual cannibalism, human sacrifice, corporeal augmentation, thaumaturgy, and dimensional manipulation. Highly secretive, the general public appears to have no direct knowledge of their existence; the one exception being the CotBG, who views them in apocalyptic terms. Organic manipulation has allowed certain Sarkicites to achieve anomalous states of being, transcending the physical limitations of baseline humans. Disease is viewed with reverence and Sarkic shrines have been discovered with offerings of swollen lymph nodes and tumorous growths. Sarkic cults treat contagions as consecration, a means to "cull the weak" and purify the masses, and thus actively seek to ensure their spread.

    The Foundation divides known Sarkic cults into two distinct strands: Proto-Sarkic and Neo-Sarkic. Proto-Sarkic cults can be found in insular communities throughout Eurasia's most isolated regions, its followers generally poor (if self-reliant) and hostile towards outsiders. Such groups eschew modernity, display acute technophobia, and are bound by superstition and taboo. In contrast, Neo-Sarkic cults are cosmopolitan, publicly embracing modernity and showing no apparent qualms with technology; their public lives differing little from others of their culture and social status. Adherents are primarily affluent families, rich in history and scandal.


    Ultimately, it is believed that the Foundation only knows a fraction of what Sarkicism is and what its followers intend. Based on the available information, the speculated goals of Sarkic cults represent an SK-class dominance shift, including the possibility of an XK-class end-of-the-world scenario.

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    The Old God
    Yaldabaoth (also known as "Važjuma", "God-Eater", "Devourer", "His/Her Undulating Vastness", "The Great Winnower", "The Womb of Chaos" and various other epithets) is regarded in Sarkicism as the principle power in the universe. Neo-Sarkites appear to admire this entity but Proto-Sarkites (and all discovered scripture thus far) describe it as the true enemy of all people. Translated fragments of the Valkzaron suggests that Ion had somehow usurped control of this cosmic entity, wearing the flesh of the Old God as a sort of armor and crafting from its body a kingdom. This is contradicted by recently discovered scripture which suggest that Ion merely cast down the "living gods" of the Daeva, weaker avatars of the Archons - the children/servants of Yaldabaoth. The continued mortality of humanity and the absence of "paradise" ultimately imply that, were Ion real, then he had failed to achieve his goals.

    As with all things related to Sarkicism, it is difficult to discern reality from myth - most especially when myth contradicts. Proto-Sarkites view this entity with fear and disgust, regarding it as both the creator and destroyer of all life and the progenitor of the gods. As more sects are discovered, the diversity of interpretation grows readily apparent.


    Yaldabaoth is portrayed as both destroyer and incidental creator, "feeding" upon gods, worlds, and stars, while "exhaling life" into the cosmos (which will evolve, grow, and eventually be harvested again). Life is thus a natural byproduct of the Old God's existence; unguided by intelligence and spreading through a process not entirely dissimilar from panspermia23. Sarkites believe this entity has turned the multiverse into an altar with our existence, and the existence of all biological lifeforms, being brought into reality for the singular purpose of sacrifice.


    "Blind" and driven solely by instinct, Yaldabaoth is depicted as being accompanied by otherworldly entities known as "Archons" (or "Vultaas" among certain Proto-Sarkic cults). These beings are described by Sarkic texts as faceless manifestations of primordial chaos, their true forms inconceivable to the human mind. Gnostic and Mekhanite scripture would mention the Archons as well, describing them as "terrible and rapacious angels".


    Some Sarkic cults hold that the Archons, along with Yaldabaoth, do not originate from our universe, let alone the multiverse. These cults believe that these entities begin in the Void25 and that their colossal physical bodies are vessels for these profane spirits. Because their consciousness is tethered to the Void, they know only hunger and will consume all things in their desire to feel whole - spreading like a cancer across the multiverse. The Archons are frequently referenced as having some relationship to the stars and the growing darkness that exists between them but little else is known about this connection. Sarkic art and iconography typically depicts Archons as red or black and vaguely cephalopodic.

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    Klavigar Orok


    A figure of reverence and supposed disciple of Ion. Associated with strength, war, violence, wilderness, hunting and, seemingly in contradiction, loyalty and revolt. Epithets include: the Horned Beast, the Brute Lord, and the Pale Hunter. Described as being of unnatural physical strength, Orok was the product of alchemical and thaumaturgical experimentation on slaves. Enthralled to Matriarch Aśvighoṣa, the ruling Daeva in the city of Jel, Orok served as a personal guard and pit-fighter32.

    It is written that Ion, when taking the city of Jel, entered the palace of Matriarch Aśvighoṣa (presumably, the highest authority in the city). He requested that the matriarch should leave and take with her a message to the "Daeva of Daevas", lest she suffer retribution. Refusing his ultimatum, the matriarch ordered Orok to destroy him. It is written that Orok hesitated, his "runes of bondage [setting] his starved soul aflame so that his body became spirit"; turning to his matriarch, he struck Aśvighoṣa, his fist imbued with the very power she had forced upon him, and reduced her body to "cinder and ash and heavenly starlight".


    Orok is typically depicted as a large and muscular cyclopic man wearing a loincloth. His symbols include a two-headed axe, a one-eyed skull, a hunting spear, fractured bones, a closed fist, and a bull elephant.

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    Neo-Sarkicism

    Neo-Sarkicism displays only a superficial resemblance to historical and current Proto-Sarkic sects. Whereas Proto-Sarkicism is isolated and archaic, bound by superstition and taboo, Neo-Sarkicism embraces modernity. Whereas Proto-Sarkicism is fragmented (each group existing within a vacuum), Neo-Sarkicism is cosmopolitan and unified.

     Sarkicism - The Hunter's Black Lodge
    GoI-0432. Known as "The Hunter's Black Lodge" (or simply the "Black Lodge"), GoI-0432 has been linked to extortion, murder, robbery, gambling, prostitution, human trafficking, drug trafficking, weapons trafficking, and underground fighting rings. While these activities are not inherently anomalous, the anomalous capabilities of GoI-0432 has had an aberrant effect on their practice. These anomalies include:

    The trafficking and distribution of anomalous pharmaceutical agents, primarily in the form of the anabolic-androgenic steroid "Гнев"1. The intravenous injection of Гнев triggers anomalous levels of muscle and bone growth. Continued and/or excessive use will result in Proteus-Cronenberg syndrome and/or death. Analysis suggests that this substance is harvested from the adrenal gland of an unidentified species of animal and has thus been classified as SCP-2408-2A.
    The trafficking and distribution of "Похоть"2, a potent narcotic and increasingly prevalent3 "club drug". Normally sold in small, glass vials, it is administered to the body through insufflation into the sinus cavities (injection has been found to be universally fatal). Substance triggers various sensory hallucinations, increased heart palpitations, increased sexual arousal, and feelings of euphoria; studies have shown the substance to be more addictive than heroin. These effects are non-anomalous (the substance likely created with profit in mind) but the substance itself appears to be derived from the spinal fluid of an unidentified species and has thus been classified as SCP-2408-2B.
    The trafficking and distribution of biological agents, including pathogens and toxins deemed anomalous by the Foundation. The creation and distribution of "Красная Смерть"4 represents an exceptionally high level threat. Already classified as SCP-███, information regarding the "Red Death" is presently only available on a need-to-know basis.
    Victims of GoI-0432 have been discovered impaled by large organic spines5 or completely torn apart. Cadavers display injuries suggestive of attacks by several different animals such as bloody hoofprints, wounds consistent with goring by a horned or tusked animal, and teeth-marks indicative of a large, lupine organism.
    The Foundation became aware of GoI-0432 in wake of the USSR's dissolution, when many anomalies and documents relating to anomalies were transferred to Foundation control by GRU Division "P". The existence of GoI-0432 would be further corroborated by former members of GRU Division "P". It appears that they were unable to fully contain or neutralize the threat presented by GoI-0432 and its associated anomalies, with one source describing the apparent destruction of the organization on several occasions - only for it to reappear months later, seemingly strengthened.

    Application Section

    N/A

     

    Podzhigatel ~ An Pyromaniac dousing a maximum of 3 targets and able to attack them with a guaranteed death, the down side being they have to get close to them to “douse” their target and they are notified when doused (They cannot instantly ignite, on death the targets will loose their douse effect[30 sec cooldown]).

    Shantazhist ~ An excellent info gather able to use secrets he’s learnt to keep important people quiet.
    (Similar to the HoEA swep able to “blackmail” (nanite) 2 people to keep them in line and work for the black lodge mafia [obviously being the same as HoEA they must be in cuffs first])

    Consigliere ~ An excellent detective working under cover for the mafia. (When a target is cuffed they will be able to get the type of job they are [Site admin, chaos insurgency ect. Not their exact job], they are also able to disguise as low ranking GOI (MC&D Bouncer / Chaos Insurgency Operative) and all jobs CI Spy can disguise as.


    Note it will be a 3 man Job and only 1 specialisation can be used at a time

    PURPOSE

    Sarkics black lodge will aim to bring mainly “mafia” RP in the sense that they will be bribing extorting people in higher ranks they will also convert or hire normal civilians and potentially members of other groups to spy for them. They will provide ovis city with pubs and Blackmailing and illegal fights where people can come and bet on their champions or take their own chances in the ring willingly or not. As these fights are on going they will sell Services and Favors to the POI/GOI's whilst also trying to keep the police away. We will not shy away from the foundation or any other groups that wish to oppose us we will attack them where it hurts and set loose the potential anomalous diseases that are held within their walls.
     

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    Note: I post this on behalf of joshy since he braindead

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  15. From: flak@command.goc.int
    To: transfer@headquarters.goc.int
    Subject: Welcome To Ovis springs~!
    Date: 10/13/2020
     

     
    Shit I've left this for a while haven't I?

    Anyways to off the brass we've got things in the making it will slowly unfold? I guess haha unfold what a funny word to say.

    The Following are accepted

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    Also happy halloween?

     
     
    See you soon,
    Colonel Flak.
  16. A Unwell rest.
     

    GondoWall 10/4/09 (Tue) 07:23:21 #191430156


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    My Humble abode.

     

    Sleep paralysis. It's a terrifying thing. There are a lot of stories about it. I had my first sleep paralysis experience when I was like, 8 or so. There was a very tall figure in the corner chanting for me, and it terrified me. Every single time, he was just there. I learned to just accept he was there. Eventually he stopped chanting, I didn't even notice. I was too terrified. But that's not the point of the story. Okay.. it all started around 6 years ago on a Saturday night. I just said goodnight to a few friends, and I went to bed. I watched YouTube and shows on my phone for a bit, then I went to bed. And that, is where it all really started. I woke up at exactly 7:12 A.M. I saw him in the corner, like usual. I couldn't move. all I did was stare. After about 6 minutes, I was able to move. I felt it. I got out of my bed for the first time. And he was STILL THERE. I don't really know how to describe it. You know when you realize you're ultimately just.. Frozen beyond belief? When you're so unimaginably surprised and terrified at the same time. That genuine fear of the unknown... It gets you. But curiousity killed the cat- I walked towards him. He turned around, and stared at me. He had a mouth. Eyes. And a face. I nearly scared myself to death. But the catch is... he shushed me. He genuinely told me to be quiet, and patted my head. I was crying. Genuinely crying. I'm not sure why. I just was.

    After a bit, he talked. He said something. He said "I'm sorry. It is terrifying. I don't even know what it is myself." I was so unbelievably confused, terrified, and relieved at the same time. He said "It's okay. I won't hurt you." I didn't have words. I just.. didn't. After a while, I asked "What is it?". This was the most terrifying moment of my life, and it only gets worse from here... "The real monster that you should be afraid of." I was still completely unnerved by this being. I mean hell, it was a dark void with white eyes and a white stick figure mouth! But I felt safe. Because I was safe. So I asked, "Why me?". After a deadly long silence, he finally replied, "Because you are one with it. It is one with you.". I didn't even know what to say at that point. Apparently some otherworldly creature wanted to save me...? I thought it out. I thought I was safe. but I went back to sleep, and now I am here. Please help me. It's dark. He is no longer here.

    GRuizduchdie 10/4/09 (Tue) 09:34:21 #191430156


    >Sleep paralysis. It's a terrifying thing

     You know what's pretty terrifying  my nuts.

    Literally man it's a pair of two balls dangling around my penis it's soo fucking huge it carries the english channel and it cover's the red sea in Arabia, like if you have any idea of how huge my balls it probably can cause a eclipse on the sun That's how huge they are but you wouldn't understand it

    IT'S LIKE SOO FUCKING HUGE THE PURE GIRTH-.

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