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50% chance of any given random event happening.

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1 in 3 chance of any given random event happening.

3 (16.7%)

1 in 4 chance of...

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1 in 6 chance of...

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Total Members Voted: 18

[Dustan Hache]

Repeat previous actions, with more Determination!

[Peradon]

Repeat previous actions, with more Determination!

((The sight of such a lovely quote fills you with DETERMINATION!))

[Dustan Hache]

peradon, you forgot to post your actions you and paphi..

[Paphi]

Spoiler: SADCom (click to show/hide)

"Best of luck, soldier...

Let's get to work, gentlemen."

Help the agents find leads. Have the researcher begin preparing a workspace for himself - cabinets, computers, anything he might need. Pay rent also.

[Peradon]

Spoiler: Agency X (click to show/hide)

Ah, shoot.

Well, see if I can get these guys fixed up. In the meantime, we might want to see if anyone on the black market is interested in our iridium rod. Maybe some mega communications corporation or something. We cant exactly use it, and they would, so why not?

[FallacyofUrist]

((A note to those who say "repeat previous action", that makes it a little bit more difficult for me to make the turn, and as such I'd prefer it if you'd quote your previous action for my convenience.))
((That said, TURN!))

Turn Eight: Is it not hilarious?

((Zormod))

Spoiler: Kranlov Science Program (click to show/hide)

"Vell, vis looks expensive. You two, go and try to sell it!"

2 Grunts of yours grab the tracking device and run off with it. (3) A few minutes later, they return. "Sir! Ve sold the object to a little old lady in a nearby village for 100$!" "Just... how nearby?" "Quite nearby!" You sigh.

(4) Your Agents phone in reporting a good lead. (gain a +2 lead)

(1) Your Researcher mutters a bit, sets up a fire, and starts burning some native plants. A few minutes later, he's got some sort of liquid, which is promptly thrown into the bunker... it's on fire again.

(5) Thankfully the fire immediately dies down.


Status:
1350$

Personalle:
Nikolai Kranlov(healthy)
10 Grunts(healthy)
3 Agents(healthy, stationed in nearby towns)
1 Researcher(healthy)

Buildings:
Very Dangerous To Enter Crummy Bunker(full of smoke, uninhabitable)

Items:
Maps of the Surrounding Area(+1 to navigate in the surrounding area)
Warm Coats(slightly burnt)

SCPs:
SCP-1

Information:
Knowledge of the nearby area(from maps)
(a +2 lead)
SCP-1

((SaberToothTiger))

Spoiler: R.An.Co.R (click to show/hide)

"Everything is going better than expected."

You engage your plans to make everything better... better... first to get some proper clothing.

(3) You now sport a nice tuxedo. Bargain store tuxedo, that is. 200$, it still cost.

(1) You finish some phone calls and money transfers. It's only after the fact that you realize you just started a foundation to fund Islamic State. And spent (5) only 500$ doing so, thankfully.

your 4 Agents are split into 2 pairs, each on their own mission.

(6) The 2 Agents you sent to kidnap Elfa(presumably the source of SCP-2) return with her, unconscious, and a rather large platter of cookies. Apparently, they took the cookies from Elfa's house.

(2) "Sir. SCP-3 is gone." Well there goes that, for the moment...

With that, you order a researcher to research Elfa and- well, so much for researching SCP-3. (6)

The researcher assigned to research SCP-2 drops a book on your chest. Literally. Opening it, you discover a biography of Elfa S. Loewes, one proclaiming proudly at the end, "Elfa S. Loewes is a perfectly ordinary old woman." "I wrote it myself!" The Researcher looks rather pleased with himself.

Your Grunts set out to build a containment room for SCP-2, presumably Elfa- (4) 750$ later, you basically have an old-fashioned jail cell.

The old woman is promptly contained.

(1) You make the mistake of not supervising your Grunt assigned to paint the bunker. When you examine the outside of your bunker, you note that it's colored like a carnival. And the inside is more green, red, and carnival colored. The floor is littered with spray paint cans. "... WHAT?!!"


Status:
7750$
(35000$ in debt to the Mafia, must be paid off by turn 48.)
(must write a bi-yearly report about the state of the operation, send it to Egyptian government)

Personalle:
Rinush Vercuni(healthy, dressed in a bargain tuxedo)
39 Grunts(healthy)
4 Agents(healthy)
3 Researchers(healthy)

Buildings:
Carnival-Colored(-3 to rolls for avoiding detection of bunker) Crummy Bunker(floor swept)
+First Floor
-(perfect containment chamber for SCP-1, contains SCP-1)
-(an old-fashioned jail cell, containing Elfa S. Loewes)
-(staircase downwards into unbuilt second floor, halfway built second floor)
-(hostile entity containment room)

Items:
A human book, made of bone and flesh.
A biography of Elfa S. Loewes.

SCPs:
SCP-1
SCP-2?
SCP-5

Information:
SCP-1
SCP-2(note your knowledge of an elderly woman named Elfa S. Loewes who likely causes SCP-2 to happen?)
SCP-3
SCP-4
SCP-5
Design for hostile entity containment room(cost 4000$, widely usable)

((Toaster))

Spoiler: Bulwark (click to show/hide)

(2+1=3) The Agent and 10 Grunts assigned to scope out the toxic waste dumped playground return home, proclaiming that everything is as it seems to be.

Unfortunately, the wallet hasn't done anything yet, still.

(3) Now the blokes trying to psychologically treat Steve are drinking tea with him. It's not really doing anything, though...

(5) The Researcher assigned to the portal brings you the cylinder. It seems that it's hollow. "Sir. The cylinder is hollow. I removed these from it." The object he presents to you are sheets of what seem to be paper. A wide variety of strange glyphs are inscribed on the sheets.

((I was worried the last roll was going to be 3 also...))

Status:
485$

Personalle:
Dr. Lucius Heisen(healthy)
1 Researcher(healthy)
4 Agents(healthy)
20 Grunts(healthy)
Steve Jobs?(physically healthy, has PTSD(no more interviews until psychologically treated))
Electro-Shock Therapist(actually, a near corpse)

Buildings:
Crummy Bunker

Items:
A small metal cylinder, sent through SCP-3. It contains several triangular sheets of paper, with strange glyphs written on them.
A micro snake camera.

SCPs:
SCP-2

Information:
SCP-1
SCP-2
SCP-3

((Dustan Hache))

Spoiler: The Agency of Relative Regularity (click to show/hide)

((For my own convenience:))

"well, looks like it is time for me to get back to my normal duties."
"Agents, well done on capturing the anomaly. I'll start working on getting a containment chamber for it. In the meantime, half of you need to guard it, and the other half need to hunt more anomalies. each group gets a half team of grunts to assist.

Researcher, I want as in-depth a study of the SCP as you can get in this environment. getting a working lab is our second priority after getting proper containment.You may have up to a full team of grunts to assist in your work, and while destroying it is not recommended.. feel free to do some damage to it if need be.
The rest of you: start making a trapdoor and a second floor in whatever we have that passes for a lounge in the bunker. I'll be trying to come up with some blueprints for a general containment chamber to go down in it.

(guard: no roll) Half of your 4 Agents guard the disassembled playground. 5 Grunts stand with them. The other 2 Agents, plus 5 more Grunts, go follow the lead.

(4+1=5) (2) One of the 2 Agents sent to locate SCPs returns to you with a youtube video. With over 2000 views. He presses play. What shows is a man, walking through a park, then a bit of panic. He starts running, and is promptly followed by a horde of dogs, all looking exactly the same- all border terriers. Every one. The man is promptly mobbed, but not harmed, by the dogs, and the video ends. (gain knowledge of SCP-2, )

(6) A number of loud noises follow. You run outside, to find that the Researcher and a rather large number of Grunts finished reassembling the playground, complete with benches and a random grandfather clock, right in the center. And the playground isn't even hidden. "Soon ve vill do tests!" Your Researcher seems to have spontaneously acquired a Russian accent.

(2) Another number of loud noises appear in your ears- hallmarking Grunts preparing to dig a hole in your office. You thankfully put a stop to that.

(5+1=6) Given a few hours, you successfully designed a general containment room, good for about everything but not great for everything. It'll be good for adaptation. (gain blueprints: general containment room)

Status:
10000$
(10000$ of debt(grows by 10% at the end of each year, first year end at turn 48))

Personalle:
Dustan Hache(healthy)
4 Agents(healthy)
1 Researchers(healthy)
30 Grunts(healthy)

Buildings:
Souped-Up Bunker(+1 to fooling people who are trying to prove that your agency is not a government contractor, if the bunker is relevant)

Items:
Hazmat Gear(fits 2 Agents and 5 Grunts)

SCPs:
SCP-1

Information:
SCP-1
SCP-2
(blueprints for general containment room(cost: 2500$))

((Paphi))

Spoiler: SADCom (click to show/hide)

"Best of luck, soldier...

Let's get to work, gentlemen."

But first you use your phone and tune in to the conflict between the remainder of the hit squad and the natives. (10*2d(1d6)): (10*2d(4)), (10*(4+3))=, (70) ((hm. Close to max there.))

And then you realize that you never learned how many natives there were. And there do seem to be a lot of them.

(Hit Squad smarts(2)) The natives charge into the bunker, from what you can tell, and are immediately met with an unprepared hit squad. (Natives(2) vs. Hit Squad(2)) Then there is an awkward silence.

(Init... (natives)) The natives whoop, (Natives(2) vs. Hit Squad(5)) then start doing a war dance. Blasted rituals. (Hit Squad(6) vs. Natives(4)) The hit squad, being too stupid to run from a horde of natives(or just too overconfident), open fire. A few cries of pain follow. (-5 natives) (Natives(3) vs. Hit Squad(1)) A few of the natives stop dancing to take down a few of the squad. (-2 enemy Agents) (Hit Squad(4) vs. Natives(5)) The Hit Squad realizes just how outnumbered they are and promptly back up a few steps.

(Natives(4) vs. Hit Squad(4)) There is another uneasy silence. (Hit Squad(3) vs. Natives(4)) And some more backing up. (Natives(3) vs. Hit Squad(1)) And a slight skirmish before the fight stops, (-2 enemy Agents) (Hit Squad morale(5)) The Hit Squad lets out a whoop of their own. (Hit Squad(2) vs. Natives(4)) And immediately back up a few more steps. (Natives(4) vs. Hit Squad(2)) And more fighting. Is this how all fights with these natives go? (-2 enemy Agents)

(Hit Squad common sense(4)) From the sound of it, only one enemy agent is left. (Hit Man(1) vs. Natives(4)) And there is a silence and the sound of a body hitting the floor.

You mentally shrug, adjusting plans.

You join with your Agents and begin searching for leads. (1)
You learn exactly the reason you don't typically go with your Agents. They are your meat shields. They are going to die eventually.
You aren't supposed to die.
You aren't supposed to run into a carp made of magma.
You aren't supposed to enter an aquarium and discover that, you're supposed to enjoy a normal aquarium!

You can't die now!
(6) The magma carp is promptly contained within a concrete storage tank.
Your Agents are unfortunately unconscious from exertion.


Status:
1750$(correct me if I'm wrong)
Diplomatic Alcohol Agreement(every four turns from this one, you must throw a party with lots of red cloth and alcohol with the natives' chief. In return, you have peace with the natives, plus trade agreements and meetings at times of your choice. Of course, if you fail to throw one of these parties, war ensues. Next instance of party time: Turn Nine.)

Personalle:
William Randolph Gills(healthy)
1 Grunt(healthy, gathering the natives)
2 Agents(healthy, heavily armed)
1 Researcher(healthy)

Buildings:
Crummy Bunker
Apartment(in Texas)(renting, costs 750 per month, first payment required at turn 8.)

Items:
None

SCPs:
None

Information:
Natives Culture Info

((Peradon))

Spoiler: Agency X (click to show/hide)

"Well shoot."

(1) You send in Dr. D to heal your unconscious men.

... bad idea much?

You now have 4 fewer Grunts and 4 more Zombie Servants. (2) The Agent groans. He's still staying down for a bit more, it looks like.

(4) Courtesy of Silk Road 3.0, you now have one fewer SCP iridium rod and one more chunk of 2000$.


Status:
2380$

Personalle:
Dr. Milfrid Man(healthy)
Dr. D(healthy)
1 Agent(unconscious)
7 Zombie Servants(functional)

Buildings:
Crummy Bunker

Items:
None

SCPs:
SCP-1

Information:
SCP-1
SCP-2
SCP-3
Body Reanimation Knowledge(you can reanimate corpses as unintelligent minions(even less intelligent than Grunts))

[SaberToothTiger]

I'll post an action in the morning, but let me tell you, someone is gonna get fucked.

Spoiler: RANCOR (click to show/hide)

"You are a worthless fuck. I will rip off your head and shit down your neck!" BEAT THAT GIT UNTIL HE REGRETS HIS IDIOTIC DECISION.
Ahem. Right, now to other business.

2 agents will try to find SCP-3 again. 2 agents will look for and study SCP-4.

One researcher will research ELFA, the other will determine if ELFA is an SCP. The third will look for potential monetary gains that may come from my captured SCPs.

And my grunts... they will build an amusement park around my bunker, as it is nigh-fucking-impossible to control these retards.

I recruit additional 10 agents (man do these fuckers die fast) and they will try to get an investment loan for the amusement park.

I will write a report to the Egyptian government and PRAY. I will also pray that the dice is merciful today.

[Zormod]

Spoiler: KSP (click to show/hide)

1 agent and 4 grunts: After that lead!
Other agents: Get more leads.
6 grunts: Go get some industrial fans.
Researcher:What was that liquid?

[Toaster]

Spoiler: Bulwark (click to show/hide)

1 Agent and 10 grunts scout for new SCPs.

Continue to carry wallet on person, but let's take the 20 out and leave it empty.  Check it once a day.

1 Agent and 5 grunts (continue to) keep working with Steve.  Maybe they'll actually do something this time.

1 Researcher and 5 grunts continue to work with the portal.  Can we translate those glyphs?  Write a note on another piece of paper and stick it through.  Draw a right triangle with hash marks indicating the lengths of the sides (3, 4, 5) on the note.  Show them we know geometry, because math is the universal language.

Still totally not a copy/paste of last turn

[Dustan Hache]

Spoiler: Meanwhile, at the A.R.R... (click to show/hide)

Director hache would facepalm audibly at the grunts drilling into his wall. don't they know ANYTHING about gravity?! "YOU BUNCH! STOP DRILLING THE DAMN WALL AND START DIGGING A STAIRWAY INTO THE FLOOR!THE FLOOR IS THE THING YOU ARE STANDING ON!"
Sighing at the stupidity of his workers, he would head outside to find the playground re-assembled and growl angrily, before walking up to his researcher. "Did you forget that this is a top secret facility!? get the anomaly out of sight of the public before you do tests on it, damit!"
He would then glare at the would-be guards.
"Each and every one of you has failed. now go make up for it by investigating some sort of dog based anomaly. Do not bring weapons to it, just scout it out for now."

[FallacyofUrist]

The... game... must... GO ON!

[Paphi]

((Sorry, I keep missing when my turn is up.))

Spoiler: SADCom (click to show/hide)

"Hold it off, you bastards!"

Lead the agents along, having them distract the fish. Try to get it into something - maybe an empty whale tank or something else made of reinforced concrete. If necessary and possible, flood the area with water. Priority is on detainment, but I'd rather my agents live to see another day -- I can't afford to hire many more employees.

[FallacyofUrist]

The game... must... go on!

Spoiler: Paphi Only (click to show/hide)

I did your Quick-time event action, but I'll still need a normal one for turn nine.

[Paphi]

Spoiler: SADCom (click to show/hide)

Bring the researcher out here to study it. Bring my agents to a safe area for them to recover.

Call a local liquor distributor and have $250 of bootlegged moonshine delivered to the island for the natives, with countless red Solo cups. Call the grunt and tell him to expect the shipment and throw one hell of a party. Tell him to express my regret that I couldn't make it.

[FallacyofUrist]

((Final bump. If Peradon doesn't post before this game drops away, I'm not going to bump this again.))