Allow me to explain. This isn't my SCP. I was combing through some old files from the Mass Edit block I managed (700-799), and found some inconsistencies… specifically that I had accidently deleted one "SCP-754 - Hungry Ticks" when it wasn't marked for deletion. No big problem, I figured- there was an SCP-754, I had probably miswrote something. But this SCP-754 had been written after the mass edit. I searched the site, and it hit me: "Shit. The old SCP-754 was one of Gears'."
Shit. I could already hear the black helicopters and the paramilitary troups descending, "to be recovered dead or alive" orders clutched in their black gloved hands. So I ran, and ran, but before I did, Ghost in the chat helped me by recovering the text of the article out of the PDF files project so I could restore the article to an unused number. Just then, there was this sound at my door, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Anyways, I should have enough food and kerosene in this abandoned bunker to last until nightfall, when I can go foraging again- unless they set their dogs, or something worse, on me. If I die, may this message be sent to Gears, and the rest of the goddamn agents and researchers as well- "Oops, sorry, I did my best."
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