I'm respectfully pulling out. My brain never got into this and I've been slammed between the kid and work lately. I wish ya'll the best, good luck

Kate Winters Kate sighed heavily in the middle of their cell, idly twiddling her pen. Six months since the beginning of that program, and throughout all of it, she still wasn't sure how she passed. When she saw all the other D classes, she expected to be left in the dust, but she made it. Somewhat. She looked to the side, watching the half erased symbol she scribbled months ago. Maybe that was why. She had a dream yesterday, the same one as usual. Normally she'd report it but... well, it was the same, movement by movement, building by building. Word for word... "Snap out of it!" The door of her cell opened, signalling that it was time. She got up and walked to the room, looking at the other D Class, none of which she recognised. Or perhaps she did, but the chaos of the program made her forget. She didn't have the most reliable memory. More importantly though was the tattooed man. Were they..? Ah, she'd find out soon enough. It didn't really matter Test results Team Choice: 2 Thaumatology results: 16 (7,9,16) IQ results: Three successes (12, 8, 12) Knife combat results: Two successes (13, 7, 14)

I'm here as well and still interested.

I'm still here, being one of the 3 that posted haha

i'm a bit confused, the members page list 6 players, the character page list 5 characters, IC only 3 players have posted in the last week. may i suggest to make a roll call, tag each of the players and see who is still interested and who isnt?

Fair I just got out of a sickness myself but every on who's here is in.

There's no ooc so I'll post here. Having a migraine. Hard to look at screens. Will post when able

Micheal Fionn MacCreedy ST: 11 | DX: 12 | IQ: 11 | HT: 10 | Will: 11(13) | PER: 11 | Speed: 5.5 HP: 11/11 | FP: 10/10 | Dodge: 8 | Parry: 12 (Brawling) / 9 (Knife) | Thr: 1d-1 | Sw: 1d+1 Fionn worked hard throughout his indoctrination and training. Not always the most successful student in school, this time he was determined to achieve something better. The Foundation had offered him a life line out of both prison and the peculiar, trauma of whatever happened on that hot, forgotten, summer night. He even had to admit, the shrink had helped. At least a little. Since he'd been undergoing his sessions with Dr. Reich, the voices had backed off a little. All except Mary. But even she'd settled down to something that was more of a curious murmur instead of her usual dire warnings and constant 'I told you so's' whenever he'd managed to screw something else up. Regardless, improvement was improvement and it was all thanks to the Foundation. Somewhere, in the deepest depths of his heart, he hoped the people here could help him finally unlock what happened that night. Help him discover the truth. Did he really hurt those people? Kill them? Or is he really innocent as he believes? And if so, then what little bit of the devil's own kin did? He'd just finished cleaning and rebuilding the carburetor for the old '67 Ford his instructors had tasked him with getting into shape when the call came. Why they wanted the old gas guzzler back on the road, he didn't know and didn't ask. Clearly there were more important things on his immediate plate as his orders to report were clear that dallying wasn't going to be tolerated. Wiping his hands on an oily rag, Fionn quickly snatches his pistol and jams it into the pocket of his coveralls and hurries off to join the others assigned to his task group. Group Check Highest Skill(Brawling) Highest Stat(DEX) Highest Combat(Brawling) ResultsGroup 1 Total Highest Skill: +6,+4,+4 = +14 Total Highest Stat: +1, +5, +5 = +11 Total Combat Skill: +7, +10, +3 = +20

During these six months Milena Viktorovna kept distance from the rest of the D class, intimidated by the scum and villainy that surround her, she would prefer to study these subjects from beyond a reinforced window but alas thats not possible, to make things worse she has to compete in these silly exercises, a waste of her skills. 6 months are a lot of time for a prodigy like her, she has labelled most of the participants of the experiment, took notes about them and for a few even listed a diagnosis. Useless, but she was bored. To further reinforce the barrier between her and the rabble she spoke in Russian, pretending to barely understand english, faking ignorance to fit in. The last day, finally it's over, at this point Milena doesnt care much wheter she pass or not, the foundation wasted 6 months of her time, time she could have spent on serious projects, her research is way more important than this. But they freed her , the minimum she can do is play along...for a bit. She stop not too far from Aaron, surprised to see he survived for so long, the only reasonable conclusion is that the test is rigged. She smile, looks like she'll pass it roll results Milena go in the first team(even result) She rolled 3 success on her highest skill, with a margin of success of 12,6 and 8 (total 26) She rolled HT (12) for basic attribute, rolled 3 success 10, 10 and 12 she rolled brawling(12) for combat, one success 10, two failures 15 and 16

Micheal Fionn MacCreedy ST: 11 | DX: 12 | IQ: 11 | HT: 10 | Will: 11(13) | PER: 11 | Speed: 5.5 HP: 11/11 | FP: 10/10 | Dodge: 8 | Parry: 12 (Brawling) / 9 (Knife) | Thr: 1d-1 | Sw: 1d+1

Title Aaron was one of those that flew too close to the sun, after years of performing on a legal level, he was offered to make one last job. And he was framed for the murder of an innocent woman. After joining the foundation, Aaron got the good side of being a D-class, no memory wipes, quarters that were a bit better than usual, not that the foundation was unnecessarily cruel with D-classes, after all the foundation was not this type of organization, but Aaron was always charismatic, and testing SCP-3079 was a breeze for the young magician. Even though things were good, Aaron was still a prisoner, and after he got offered the opportunity to see the world again, he couldn't resist it. Aaron had just gotten into the room, he also just had gotten his usual throwing knifes and beretta pistol, he wasn't a guns guy, he preferred the knifes, but better safe than sorry, after putting those in his holster, he pulled a coin out of thin air, those that worked with him might have already been debriefed on the fact that he learned a bit of actual (but usually useless) real magic from SCP-3079, but those that were not debriefed would have just thought he was doing some normal street magician trick, but really well done, it was his specialty after all. "So... this is the one huh? I wonder what kind of weird chaos or cosmic horror they have in store for us this time, whatever it is, I'd like to stop for doughnuts at some point!" Statblock Aaron Scott ST 10 | DX 13 | IQ 11 | HT 10 | Will 11 | Per 11 | Speed 5.75 | |Move 5 | HP 10/10 | FP 10/10 | Encumbrance: None |

The Goals of this post Get test results, Set the stage for character introductions and set the stage for a little Roleplay and what have ya before the mission itself

Today marks the conclusion of six months of specialized military operations training encompassing a diverse range of skills and knowledge. The tests you underwent ranged from typical military scenarios to the bizarre and downright peculiar. Throughout, you were repeatedly informed that 20% of those selected were meant to make the others shine or rise to the occasion. Your trainers drilled into you the mantra, "You are not the 20%; let's prove it." However, after hearing this declaration countless times, it began to sound like an empty statement. As the DM, I need you to perform the following roles: Provide three rolls at your highest skill, regardless of its nature. Sum up the successes and provide me with that number. Offer three rolls at your highest basic stat and three rolls at your highest combat skill. List these three numbers separately; they will be your test results. Life took an unexpected turn, steering some of you out of individual control. Some soared too close to the sun, akin to Icarus, only to have the jealous sun melt away their wings, sending them plummeting to the coldest, darkest depths of society. Others sought refuge here as an escape from their previous lives, with D class and SCP Foundation offering yet another safety net in a long list of such handles. Each time they found a handle, it seemed to lower them further in life until an external force compelled them to step up. For some, these classes provide a semblance of their former regimented lives. Being a D class without a program like this feels like waiting for death, betting on whether the next test is one they can survive or if they're simply waiting to test their remains. In the midst of the last testing phase, "unexpected" containment breaches occurred, interrupting the process. Teams known as "D-MTFs" were swiftly formed and are now rapidly being deployed. Among the D classes, rumors circulate that the breaches were either expected or planned. Today marks the end of those tests, and the mood is light, as one successful operation stands between the underprivileged D classes and the freedom of becoming an MTF unit. Your task, however, stands out, as your assignment involved two teams. Please flip a coin or use a method with 50% odds to determine which team you were placed on. Everyone selected would have been led by an MTF team member to a central room. The room is generally bare, besides a table heaped with supplies or armors and the like, four soldiers, a tall man dressed strangely and covered in tattoos, and two cylinder style robots with a small animated screen holding the position of its faces.

we are done recriting, I have some internet problems so my frist post which is supposed to be pretty large as been delayed a bit, osrr to worry you guys,

what is the status of this game?

Human Resources File Addendum RE: Michael Fionn MacCreedy Personnel File Addendum. Approved by: [REDACTED] Security Clearance: Level 2 (Restricted) File Addendum A SCP Foundation Subject Interview - Michael Fionn MacCreedy Security Level: 2 Date of Interview: [REDACTED] Location: [REDACTED] Subject Description: D-Class, human, mundane. ID# 7429006. Known Anomalies: None. See notes of Research Director [REDACTED]. Lead Interviewer: Dr. Adrian Reich, Lead Pychoanomally Exposure Analyst, Section [REDACTED] <<BEGIN LOG Dr. Reich: Why don’t we start off by you telling me a little bit about yourself Michael? MacCreedy: Call me Fionn. Only my parents call me Michael….nobody calls me Mike. Dr. Reich: Okay. Sure. Fionn. Why don’t you tell me about yourself? MacCreedy: What do you want to know? Dr. Reich: How about where did you grow up? What was it like? MacCreedy: Huh…okay. We gonna make this all about my parents? Dr. Reich: No. Nothing like that, it just helps paint a picture for me. MacCreedy: Sure. It’s your dime. So where did I grow up? Same place where I stopped livin’. A little backwater, nowhere town in northeastern Oregon called Elgin. Quiet place. Not much happens there unless you consider Pastor Henderson’s cattle blockin’ the main road again big news. It’s home to a few hundred god fearin’, hard workin’ souls who scowl at outsiders, fret about incomers, and are generally ornery about any kind of change that’s taken place in the last hun’nurd years or so. Grew up ranchin’ the land my family’d owned since before the turn of the last century. Cattle, horses, alfalfa and a few other crops. My folks were good people until the world broke ‘em. Dr. Reich: Broke them? What do you mean? MacCreedy: Heh…you know what I mean doc. T’ain’t nobody lives to get gray hair like yours who hasn’t experienced a few knocks now and then. It’s just my folks…my family…got tossed a few more than their fair share. Mind if I have a glass of water? Dr. Reich: Go right ahead. MacCreedy: Thanks. *water pouring into a glass, someone drinking* The first punch was my oldest brother, Matt. He was big as a horse. Always saw the good in folk. Kind. Everyone called him a big teddy bear. Well despite his kindly nature, he got bit by the patriotic bug and signed up for a turn in the army. He was killed fightin’ the war on terror on the other side of the world. My other brother James lost his leg to a combine. Just some freak accident, but it took his leg and his will to live at the same moment. Eventually he gave in to the needle. Died of an overdose in a trash bin behind Earl’s bar. But it was what happened to my sister Mary that eventually put mama in the ground. Mary was a pretty girl. Pretty and one of the finest at growing things as anyone’d seen in those parts for a mighty long time. Ole Man Tate who lived just up the valley from us used to say Mary could coax fresh green grass to grow in the middle of the Sahara Desert. Unfortunately, all that plant sense didn’t translate to man sense. The girl went and got herself married to a real bastard. Lester Biggs. A big drinker, a big user. A big bully. A good lookin’, no good, loser just like the rest of his family. He got her hooked on everything. Put her on the internet for everyone to see. Used her right up…until there was almost nothing left. *more water pouring* I’d finally convinced her to leave. To get clean and start over. But somehow he’d found out. He was waitin’ on that day when I pulled up in the truck. Stepped out from behind their shed and put a bullet in my leg as soon as I put a foot on the ground. Mary came runnin’ out screamin’ at him as she knelt down next to me. She grabbed my hand, pressed her kerchief on my leg and he shot her…four times right in the back. *several seconds of silence* Dr. Reich: Do you need a few moments Fionn? MacCreedy: Eh? Oh…no. It’s just that sometimes I can still feel her blood hitting my face. Her body slumping across mine. Her last whispered, breathless words. “I’m so sorry Mikey. Tell mama and papa I’m so sorry.” *silence followed by the sound of sipping water* I honestly can’t tell you why he left me alive. But instead of finishing me off, Biggs, he just laughed and went back in the house. Mrs. Riley next door had heard the shots and called the sheriff. They got me to the hospital. Arrested him while watching old reruns of Miami Vice. Like I said, he was a real loser. Dr. Reich: That must have been a terrible experience. Was it after that you starting hearing the voices? MacCreedy: *snort* You go through somethin’ like that and tell me it doesn’t mess you up just a little doc. But yeah, it was after I got outta the hospital that Mary first came callin. Dr. Reich: Came calling? Why don’t you tell me a little about that? MacCreedy: Isn’t much to tell really. More just dreams really. At first it was just Mary callin’ out to me as if she were lost or confused. Scared. I’d tried callin’ back to her, but she could never quite hear me. To be honest, I never could quite understand what she was sayin’ to me either. At least at first. That started to change after mother died. You see, after Mary, ma just sort of withered up and blew away like an old autumn leaf. Barely ate anymore. Barely left the house. Pop wasn’t much help. While ma retreated inside, he took himself outside and buried himself in work. Doin’ his best to keep the place outta the bank’s hands. All the while I was laid up, gimpin’ around on one good leg. I was the only child of theirs still livin’, but might as well have gone to the other side with the others for all either of my folks could spare. Honestly, I don’t really blame them. Grief can be a terrible thing. And what happened to our family could’ve broke anyone. I was the one who found ma. I’d been upstairs in my room sleeping. Another dream where Mary had been callin’ out to me. Pushin’ me to get up. To hurry, hurry, hurry. I woke up and had to pee. Figured my brain was just keepin’ me from wettin’ the bed like some toddler. Still, I couldn’t shake a feeling that somethin’ else had happened, so I went downstairs. There she was. Just sitting there in her rockin’ chair facin’ out toward the mountains. She was holdin’ a picture of all us kids. She’d been cryin’. But now there was such a look of peace on her face. Doctor’s couldn’t really say why my mother had died, but I knew it was because she’d just decided to step away from it all. Guess having only one out of four kids still around, just wasn’t enough to keep her here. Like I said, grief is a terrible thing. Dr. Reich: So you said your dreams started to change after your mother passed away? MacCreedy: *sipping water* I know what you’re tryin’ to get at doc. I know you’re tryin’ to get me to admit it was Mary talkin’ to me. Or my own mind trickin’ me into thinkin’ Mary was talkin’ to me and that’s why those people ended up dead out there in the woods. Well it ain’t gonna work doc. *a hand slaps the table* I know no one believes me, but I didn’t kill those folks. I don’t know what the hell happened out there. *more pounding on the table* But Mary tried her best to save me. Save them! That much I know, even if the rest of it has flown the coop. Dr. Reich: Why don’t you calm down Mr. MacCreedy. I’m not here to accuse you of…. MacCreedy: Like hell you ain’t. You’re like all the others. Lookin’ down at poor delusional MacCreedy. The killer who just won’t admit it. I’m tellin’ ya! It wasn’t me! I didn’t even know those poor folk! I had no reason to go after them. Dr. Reich: Now you know that’s not true Fionn. *shuffling of papers* It’s right here in the transcripts and your prison files. There’s a record here of twenty-seven different times you have been told that the people killed were Suzie Biggs, younger sister to Lester Biggs. Her boyfriend, Juan. Her cousins, Tate and Junior Biggs. You knew them. You knew that killing Suzie would get back at Lester and his family for what happened to your sister Mary. You knew exactly what you were doing when you followed them out there to where everyone used to go drinking and target shooting at the gravel pit. This whole story about some mysterious woman with a broken down car and a creature or some other spirit out of some indian legend or ghost story is just that, a story. MacCreedy: NO! No! You’re lyin’! I ain’t never heard any of this before. I didn’t know who was out there. I don’t know what the hell happened. I didn’t DO IT! AHHH! *sound of glass shattering against a wall followed by alarms* END LOG>>

Subject Name: Subject Designation: D-547825 Description: D-547825, or Kate Winters, is a member of Class D Personel selected for trial of Project Shuuzenmono. Subject is a 29 years old woman of French descent, measuring approximately 179 cm (5'9 ft) in height, for approximately 69 kg (152 lbs), with black hair and green eyes, and possessing no notable features other than a birthmark on her left cheek and a tattoo on her back. D-547825 was brought into Foundation custody after an occult triple murder in the village of ███████████, but has lost memories of the incident after a conflict with local law enforcements gave her amnesia. Subject was then brought in by implanted Foundation agents, along with several texts of unknown nature Subject is knowledgeable of occult and thaumatologic topics and expresses an interest in them, as well as marine wildlife. Physical tests report nothing out of the ordinary, save for a slightly better night vision. Mental reports however confirm that D-547825 sometimes experiences disturbing dreams, likely due to the incident in which they were found. As a result, weekly consultations with an on-site psychologist are required, as well as any time the subject desires WARNING: Missions involving aquatic SCPs or elements should be avoided due to [Security Clearance Level 4 Required]

Name: Michael Fionn MacCreedy Age: 41 Country: USA (Pacific Northwest) Profession: Small town mechanic Appearance: Medium cropped, rust red hair frames a weathered, pale face only slightly darkened despite hours spent in the high desert sun. His beard and mustache are well kept, but gray is already creeping in despite still be relatively young. Grease and engine grim spots his hands and occasionally his forehead where he unconsciously tried to wipe away a bit of midday sweat. He smells of soap and gasoline except when he's been out riding in the mountains and wild country outside of town when he then smells of sweat, dust, and horse. His clothes, simple jeans, light shirt and heavy Carhartt jacket are all well kept but also well worn and on their last legs. Personality: Prior to 'the incident' Fionn was an outgoing and well liked member of the small town Elgin where he'd grown up on his parents ranch. He'd supported the local high school football team, went to the church breakfast fundraiser, and volunteered for the wilderness rescue team. His wife passed following complication giving birth to his only daughter. A fisherman and rider, he often spent just as much time in the wild as his did beneath the old Ford truck he kept running through shear grit and determination. Following his encounter in the desert and his subsequent arrest, Fionn has become much more quiet. Voices plague him at times causing the occasional outburst or deep dive into a whiskey bottle. Yet, buried beneath the questions, fear, and pain of losing everything including his daughter's memory of him, he is still generous and willing to help out those in need. Perhaps too often and too much. He still claims his own innocence, but doesn't talk about it to others since the record's been wiped clean. Yet for his own sanity, he still wants to figure out what happened on that dusty, hot summer evening. Rough background (Still very draft): Things went very bad when one late August evening a quite attractive woman came into his shop in need of someone to "Take a look at her car that had broken down only a couple miles down the road." Happy and willing to help, he grabbed his toolbox and hopped in his beat up Ford and drove off. The two hit it off during the drive, but he'd no idea that who he was talking to was actually the girlfriend of MTF Leader, [REDACTED]. Nor did he know she was part of Research Branch [REDACTED] and currently conducting experiments on SCP-[REDACTED]. The events upon arriving at the clearing alongside a desolate side road off Highway 395 are still unclear. He remembers little, but suffers from flashbacks of that night and occasionally still hears the voices of the family he supposedly killed and tried to bury among the juniper and sage. Given evidence found at the scene, including his truck, toolbox, and his own blood stained clothes, he went to prison. All the while he maintained his innocence, which is actually true. The reality is that he was set up by [REDACTED] in order to protect [REDACTED] after her initial experiments went terribly wrong resulting in the rather gruesome loss of an entire D-Squad posing as a family of campers. It was also an act of petty jealousy. The only one who believed him was his daughter who continued to try and find out what actually happened. A determined, small town reporter, Rebecca MacCreedy(now Rebecca Cooper following a recent marriage) she started to get close to the cover up and truth. The mind wipe she underwent ended that particular threat but did lead to Fionn's release and joining SCP.

Cool. Thanks. I'll start working up a character sheet and flesh out the background a bit more. Should have something ready over the weekend.

Oh for sure there is room!

Hiya, I just wanted to check and see if you have room for one more? It's been a few years since I've delved into GURPS, but I used to GM it (everything from Traveller to Supers to Weird West and Fantasy) for my local group for years. It'd be great to put those books to use again and the SCP angle sounds fun. I'm thinking a former auto mechanic who lived in the rural west and did a little very unsuccessful prospecting and ranching on the side. Good in the wilderness and with a rifle. Tinkerer when it comes to things mechanical, especially vehicles. Rough background: Things went very bad when one late August evening a quite attractive woman came into his shop in need of someone to "Take a look at her car that had broken down only a couple miles down the road." Happy and willing to help, he grabbed his toolbox and hopped in his beat up Ford and drove off. The two hit it off during the drive, but he'd no idea that who he was talking to was actually the girlfriend of MTF Leader, [REDACTED]. Nor did he know she was part of Research Branch [REDACTED] and currently conducting experiments on SCP-[REDACTED]. The events upon arriving at the clearing alongside a desolate side road off Highway 395 are still unclear. He remembers little, but suffers from flashbacks of that night and occasionally still hears the voices of the family he supposedly killed and tried to bury among the juniper and sage. Given evidence found at the scene, including his truck, toolbox, and his own blood stained clothes, he went to prison. All the while he maintained his innocence, which is actually true. The reality is that he was set up by [REDACTED] in order to protect [REDACTED] after her initial experiments went terribly wrong resulting in the rather gruesome loss of an entire D-Squad posing as a family of campers. It was also an act of petty jealousy. The only one who believed him was his daughter who continued to try and find out what actually happened. A small town reporter and determined, she started to get close to the cover up and truth. The mind wipe of his daughter ended that particular threat but required his release and joining SCP. This is just an initial background. Happy to flesh out more (including an actual name) if there's still room to join and the idea fits.

Works for me, make it that an instructor during the selection process picked it for her options and all.

It's supposed to scroll :( thathats what I get for using actual html codes instead of inserts.

Note: this is kind of a meta choice, i'm picking what -i- would chose for my character, not what my character would ask, mainly because she wouldnt ask for firearms Milena starting kit 1k for firearms Remington model 870, sawed-off 6.85lbs 330$ 18xBarricate penetrating tear gas ammo 1.8lbs 27$ Walther leuchtpistole 1.8lbs 480$ 163$ spent on a variety of ammo(illumination, smoke, tear gas and, if allowed explosives, HE and HE-Ab rounds) 1k for electronic gear MX-animal taser 1.1lbs 400$ handheld cassette recorder 0.5lbs 10$ high capacity small computer with datapad and data scanning pen 0.55lbs 310$ cellphone 0.5lbs 100$ gadget wristwatch with gps and 1gb pendrive 175$ weight neg 1k for non electronic gear ballistic sunglasses 35$ weight neg earplugs 1$ weight neg 2 gas masks 500$ 4lbs crash kit 200$ 10lbs small tactical light 100$ 0.25lbs (waterproof/windproof) cigarette lighter 30$ weight eg covert survival kit 100$ 0.5lbs 34$ worth of medical drugs(for reference morphine cost 1$ x dose )

Is it that the first box is flubbed and the text goes down well past the border? Cuz if yes then that's a pattern