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Normal Apartment, Normal People

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"Keeping Up with Bay12" (Play as your Bay12 personality)

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Evil Apartment, Normal People

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School Dormatory, Students

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Total Members Voted: 27

[Fniff]

Meanwhile, two years earlier...

"No, Mr. Furtuka, a suspiciously hot cup of coffee is not a SCP. Neither is an overpowered weapon in a game. Nor a car that won't start. We are going to limit you to one call a day, so don't call us if it isn't important. Now fuck off."

[jc6036]

Jim grabs his laptop and various other things  and skulks off to his apartment, his bleeding stump cauterized with a zippo

[Furtuka]

Furtuka calls the Foundation about Howard and the things in the basement

[Fniff]

"Riiiight. Are you sure this isn't a very very very stupid scheme to let the SCP foundation do your roach cleaning for you? Get a job." Dur. Dur. Dur.

[Furtuka]

"Could you at least send over some D-classes to check it out?"

[Bdthemag]

After a few songs loud drilling noises along with the sounds of metal banging against metal come from Bd's room. Which is then followed by loud swearing.

[Furtuka]

Furtuka shows up at his doorstep with a container labeled "Swear Jar"

[Taricus]

Bd finds himself on the wrong side of Psionic sandpaper.

[Bdthemag]

The drilling, and clashing of metal stops. A loud thud can be heard, then alot more swearing. "FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT"

[Taricus]

The sandpapering stops.

[jc6036]

Jim walks out of his room with a pistol in his hand.     "anybody want to buy this? Howard kind of took my right trigger finger"

[Bdthemag]

"Whoever the fuck did that is going to be sorry!" Bdthemag opens the door. His face is covered im what appears to be oil, he notices the young man outside of his room holding a jar. "Where you the one doing the psionic sandpaper attacks?"

[Furtuka]

"Nope" And then Furtuka purchases the pistol

[jc6036]

Jim goes to the blood and vomit free communal living room and plops down on a couch

[Phantom]

The poor middle-lower class man that was seen outside wakes up again on the same sidewalk, after walking away and getting knocked out by bearded scientist with a camera.
"What the hell?



Uh, Landlord, you still there?"