Even though most do not live to the end of the month, and will be terminated at the end anyways, what is done with all the bodies?
SCP-682 eats them. :)
Probably incinerated or something.
Aside from incineration, you can also use their bodies as food supplies for certain SCPs.
Or simply send them to another dimension or many other bizarre/crazy things, it just depends of how Sadistic/crazy/curious the guys that take care of the bodies are.
Made into sugar. :-)
Your icon is so very, very relevant.
Piffy is an SCP Foundation Moderator, Lv. 9001 Squishy Wizard, and Knight of the Red Pen.
I direct you to Soap from Corpses Products, Inc.
We [DATA EXPUNGED] them so we can [REDACTED] [DATA EXPUNGED] 231-7 while [DATA EXPUNGED]. And [REDACTED]. Hope it helped.
Actually, I think I know a way to answer this AND the question about the limitless funds in one swoop. Time to create a SCP
O5-01 eats them.
O5-8 looked at his fellow Overseers in dismay. They stood at the doorway to O5-1's chamber, shuffling their feet and trying desperately to spend as much time not going in as physically possible. This was their least favorite part of the day, bar none, particularly since most of them didn't choose to be Overseers, the monster in the room chose them. Why it did is anyone's guess, though most of them felt it was because God despised them more than anything else. Steeling their nerves, the group opened the door.
The featureless room was large but mostly empty, save for O5-1. Even though it was seen daily, the O5s still could barely keep themselves from retching whenever they looked upon the gargantuan mound of flesh that was crudely fashioned in the shape of a large infant. O5-1 looked down on his subordinates with his beady little eyes, barely visible underneath the folds of flabby, mottled skin. His sickeningly large mouth stretched wide into a grin, showing off each of his grotesquely sharpened teeth, stained crimson and yellow from decades upon decades of feeding.
The silence that permeated the air was broken by O5-5, clearing her throat before addressing the monstrous titan before her. "S-sir, we have brought todays harvest for you." she said, pointedly avoiding making eye contact with O5-1. He didn't like that, after all. "Good-good!" shouted O5-1, his unnervingly childlike voice echoing off the steel walls. "I want Seven to read to me this time!"
O5-7 stepped forward, taking the list from O5-5, who gave her comrade a look of sorrow. O5-7 cleared his throat, and meekly called back to O5-9, "P-please wheel todays harvest forward so our b-bestest friend ever can have his dinner." O5-9 grabbed hold of the large crate they brought in with them and pushed it forward just enough for O5-1 to reach, then quickly sprinted back to the group. O5-1 gingerly opened the crate top and pulled out the first part of his meal.
"First on the list is D-69414, killed by a sentient Crunch bar that was dispensed by SCP-261." O5-1 giggled with glee as it messily tore apart the lifeless corpse it held in its stubby little hands. "Sweet treats, sweet eats, sweet meats!" sang O5-1 as it ate, the gruesome spectacle forcing the other O5s to turn their heads in disgust and horror. With one final sickening crunch, O5-1 finished the first corpse, and shouted, "NEXT!"
O5-7 was looking very pale as he read aloud, "Next is D-16883, partway transformed into a 'flesh beast' by SCP-427 before being shot by security detail." O5-1 grabbed the flabby mound of skin in the box and hungrily tore into it, the crunch from before now replaced with an even more disgustingly loud squeak as the slimy flesh of the D-class met the razor sharp fangs of the horrendous abomination. It hummed happily as it slurped down the last of the flesh beast, then began digging into the crate again for more food.
"F-f-finally, D-73093, mauled by SCP-682. As per your request, we left any skin samples and teeth in D-73093's bod-" O5-7 stopped abruptly to cover his ears like the rest of his group as O5-1 screeched in absolute delight. It had been a very long time since he had had a taste of the indestructible lizard, and he had been missing the flavor! This time, O5-1 ate the body very slowly, savoring every tiny morsel of 682 he tasted, looking all the world like he was brimming with ecstasy. Thirty minutes later, O5-1 finished the last bite, gave one more satisfied sigh, and turned his attention to the rest of the O5 council.
"This was a very good meal! I wish to sleep now, so you may all go. I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow, friends!" O5-1 smiled as his best pals in the world scrambled out the door. He closed his eyes, preparing to drift into a meat coated wonderland, reflecting upon his dinner. Hopefully next time he would get to eat a body soaked in 075's acid! O5-1 giggled. Truly, tomorrow was going to be a good day.
Please tell me you're collecting these forum stories somewhere.
S'all right here. Not sure if he added this one.
I say do it.
I do love this tale, it is pretty damn funny
I like it too but…WHAT THE HONEST FUCK CAKES?!
the fuck, dude
if your reading this your gay
i think we should contain the giant flesh-eating baby.
I agree
Isn't it already in a place that it can't do any harm, and being used to the benefit of the Foundation?
I'm glad and proud to have caused this to come into existence. It is my sincerest hope to cause more stories like this to be written.
Of course! So this is what "Our Masters Above" look like when they're children.
Brilliant.
I was going to say something about pocket dimensions filled with dead bodies, but nevermind.
Yeah you know… they give them all to 106 just for shits and giggles…
Soylent Green.
But I thought the green stuff was NEVER allowed to be near dead bodies
Isn't it obvious? Powdered D-Class is the source of amnesiacs. How else would they have so many of the darn pills on hand all the time? That is, of course, for all the ones not already incinerated for various biohazard reasons before the first of the month rolls around.
Ever hear of Hitler's mass cremation chambers?