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Item #: SCP-2501

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2501 is to be kept in a Bulletproof Locker "№9" openable with only Level 4 keycards or above, at Research Site-18

Description: Moved to Site-18 in 2005. SCP-2501 appears to be a homemade "Fleshlight" consisting of a pizza flavoured Pringles can, which has several sticky paper pages at the bottom of the can, and what appears to be two sponges wrapped in a rubber glove at the top. SCP-2501's chamber can only be accessed by foundation staff with Level 4 clearance, or above.



[INCIDENT LOG 2501-A]

SCP Involved: SCP-2501.

Personnel involved: D-3819, Dr.Mossberg, Agent Burton, several researchers and scientists.

Date: May 15th, 2021.

Location: Site 18.

Description:

On 15/5/2021, various researchers and scientists with level 2 clearance were instructed to perform various tests on SCP-2501 using D-Class as test subjects.

At precisely 8:44AM, D-3819 entered SCP-2501's chamber, and he was instructed to insert his genitals into it without using lubrication. After the first few thrusts, he was unable to continue, stating that he "couldn't move his cock" anymore.

He started trying to pull SCP-2501 off of his penis and after 2 minutes, he stopped. When prompted by Dr.Mossberg to continue, he did not respond and it had appeared that he was passed out. Soon, a facility guard, Agent Burton was radio'ed in to take D-3819 and escort him back to his cell.

As soon as Agent Burton touched D-3819, he started rambling and screaming about gods and about there being an "Imposter' AMOGUS. He proceeded to attack Agent Burton, and was quickly shot by the facility guard.

At approximately 9:13AM, several scientists entered SCP-2501's chamber, and tried to remove it from D-3819. SCP-2501 came off nearly instantly, and it appeared as though D-3819's genitals were obliterated, and pieces of foreskin and the tip of his penis, along with semen visible inside SCP-2501.

After this incident, the semen within SCP-2501 was examined and appeared to have traces of pig blood in it. SCP-2501 access has been restricted to Level 4, and unlubricated use has been disallowed.


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Segmentation fault (core dumped)
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You must trust me. I have one piece of advice and you must follow it without question: you must stop reading this and go straight to the last paragraph. Do so without reading any other paragraphs. and do it now. Please ... trust me.

What happens next is entirely your fault. You failed the test and now you're in danger. I didn't write this. They made me write it. tt's my fingers on the keyboard, that's all, and your eyes on these words. Whatever happens, do not look away from these words. Keep reading until I tell you otherwise. And when I tell you otherwise, do exactly as I say. For if you do not read this exactly how I tell you to, you will die. Listen carefully. First, you must skip the paragraph that follows this one. Whatever you do, you must never read the paragraph following this one. You must ignore it completely, casting your eyes down to the paragraph that follows it. Promise me. For the sake of those you hold dear. This is your only chance to redeem yourself for not trusting me earlier. Skip the paragraph following this one, and do so now.

The Forbidden Paragraph: You had to do it, didn't you. They knew you would. Nothing you do now will make any difference. If there are people you love, call them. Tell them whatever people tell their loved ones when they know they're about to die. Settle any scores. Make your final arrangements. For from this moment on, you will stay alive only as long as you can stay awake. The next time you fall asleep will be your last. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They'll wait for you. And when you fall asleep, they'll come for you. You should have trusted me.

If you skipped the paragraph above, you've done well. But your troubles are not over. For placing your trust in me at the second asking, you have given yourself a chance to live. This is what you need to know. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They're waiting for you to make a mistake. When you do, they'll come for you. To stay alive you must draw blood. Today, tomorrow, and every day. You must draw blood from someone you love. A drop, that's all, and place it on your tongue. That's what they want. That's what they need. They're inside you right now. And they're waiting. If between waking up and falling asleep you fail to deliver the blood of a loved one, you will never wake up again. Follow this advice. And never, never go back and read the forbidden paragraph. Trust me.

If you followed my advice in the first paragraph, well done. You can stop reading now. But never, never be tempted to come back and read the paragraphs you skipped. You must trust me. And please, wish me luck. I'm tired. So tired, you just can't imagine...
 
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The Forbidden Paragraph: You had to do it, didn't you. They knew you would. Nothing you do now will make any difference. If there are people you love, call them. Tell them whatever people tell their loved ones when they know they're about to die. Settle any scores. Make your final arrangements. For from this moment on, you will stay alive only as long as you can stay awake. The next time you fall asleep will be your last. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They'll wait for you. And when you fall asleep, they'll come for you. You should have trusted me.
Seethe and cope
 

Substituted Methedrine

Cooming to fictional werewolves is so punk rock
You must trust me. I have one piece of advice and you must follow it without question: you must stop reading this and go straight to the last paragraph. Do so without reading any other paragraphs. and do it now. Please ... trust me.

What happens next is entirely your fault. You failed the test and now you're in danger. I didn't write this. They made me write it. tt's my fingers on the keyboard, that's all, and your eyes on these words. Whatever happens, do not look away from these words. Keep reading until I tell you otherwise. And when I tell you otherwise, do exactly as I say. For if you do not read this exactly how I tell you to, you will die. Listen carefully. First, you must skip the paragraph that follows this one. Whatever you do, you must never read the paragraph following this one. You must ignore it completely, casting your eyes down to the paragraph that follows it. Promise me. For the sake of those you hold dear. This is your only chance to redeem yourself for not trusting me earlier. Skip the paragraph following this one, and do so now.

The Forbidden Paragraph: You had to do it, didn't you. They knew you would. Nothing you do now will make any difference. If there are people you love, call them. Tell them whatever people tell their loved ones when they know they're about to die. Settle any scores. Make your final arrangements. For from this moment on, you will stay alive only as long as you can stay awake. The next time you fall asleep will be your last. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They'll wait for you. And when you fall asleep, they'll come for you. You should have trusted me.

If you skipped the paragraph above, you've done well. But your troubles are not over. For placing your trust in me at the second asking, you have given yourself a chance to live. This is what you need to know. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They're waiting for you to make a mistake. When you do, they'll come for you. To stay alive you must draw blood. Today, tomorrow, and every day. You must draw blood from someone you love. A drop, that's all, and place it on your tongue. That's what they want. That's what they need. They're inside you right now. And they're waiting. If between waking up and falling asleep you fail to deliver the blood of a loved one, you will never wake up again. Follow this advice. And never, never go back and read the forbidden paragraph. Trust me.

If you followed my advice in the first paragraph, well done. You can stop reading now. But never, never be tempted to come back and read the paragraphs you skipped. You must trust me. And please, wish me luck. I'm tired. So tired, you just can't imagine...
I wonder, has anyone actually follow through the instructions in paragraph 4?
 
You must trust me. I have one piece of advice and you must follow it without question: you must stop reading this and go straight to the last paragraph. Do so without reading any other paragraphs. and do it now. Please ... trust me.

What happens next is entirely your fault. You failed the test and now you're in danger. I didn't write this. They made me write it. tt's my fingers on the keyboard, that's all, and your eyes on these words. Whatever happens, do not look away from these words. Keep reading until I tell you otherwise. And when I tell you otherwise, do exactly as I say. For if you do not read this exactly how I tell you to, you will die. Listen carefully. First, you must skip the paragraph that follows this one. Whatever you do, you must never read the paragraph following this one. You must ignore it completely, casting your eyes down to the paragraph that follows it. Promise me. For the sake of those you hold dear. This is your only chance to redeem yourself for not trusting me earlier. Skip the paragraph following this one, and do so now.

The Forbidden Paragraph: You had to do it, didn't you. They knew you would. Nothing you do now will make any difference. If there are people you love, call them. Tell them whatever people tell their loved ones when they know they're about to die. Settle any scores. Make your final arrangements. For from this moment on, you will stay alive only as long as you can stay awake. The next time you fall asleep will be your last. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They'll wait for you. And when you fall asleep, they'll come for you. You should have trusted me.

If you skipped the paragraph above, you've done well. But your troubles are not over. For placing your trust in me at the second asking, you have given yourself a chance to live. This is what you need to know. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They're waiting for you to make a mistake. When you do, they'll come for you. To stay alive you must draw blood. Today, tomorrow, and every day. You must draw blood from someone you love. A drop, that's all, and place it on your tongue. That's what they want. That's what they need. They're inside you right now. And they're waiting. If between waking up and falling asleep you fail to deliver the blood of a loved one, you will never wake up again. Follow this advice. And never, never go back and read the forbidden paragraph. Trust me.

If you followed my advice in the first paragraph, well done. You can stop reading now. But never, never be tempted to come back and read the paragraphs you skipped. You must trust me. And please, wish me luck. I'm tired. So tired, you just can't imagine...
I read the first word of each paragraph and it didn’t spell out a funny message. :sad:
 
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