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Squad two managed to get out a distress signal before dying. I'm listing it as, "Recovered under pain of death from SCP-173." That'll sound good on the report.

Able closed in on the target shortly afterwards: weirdest thing, watching other people growing old and dying around him while he just kept aging away, hair growing longer, fingernails growing longer, but his body just not aging at all… We caught up to Iris at the ██████ airport, waiting for a flight home.

The flashlight didn't light up the darkness enough, and my night vision didn't help either: just made things even spookier with its grainy green appearance. At least half the casualties were clearly uninfected: civilians who'd holed up in their rooms and apartments waiting to be rescued. There was this one teacher who'd barricaded the doors against the infected, had kept her kindergarten class blissfully ignorant and safe, playing games and listening to music while the monsters roamed around outside.

So when it grabbed me by the neck and dragged me down into the sewage, all I could really do was scream a lot. I saw her through the second-story window as I started setting up the covers: she met my eyes, and the look on her face told me she knew what was gonna happen next. I'm thankful that Able didn't decide to kill us all and use our skins to make drum heads.

He's trying to build a psychological profile of some freak bastard who apparently can't die and can make swords out of thin air. Franks tells me that ████████████████████ is dead, and now I'm in charge of his project. I managed to lure him into attacking my Bomb, blew up his Marshal. Seventy Six started them off with a five mile run, ran along next to the group… hitting the slowest guy with a rattan stick the whole time to encourage him to run faster. By the time it was over, I was nearly passed out on my feet, and then Seventy Six started having us do pushups and pullups and other exercises that I'm convinced were originally developed by the Spanish Inquisition to deal with particularly stubborn heretics. Date: October 28, ████ I wash and I wash, but I can't seem to get it out. That was the first time I met Iris, too: She was the only other one who wasn't wearing a uniform, was in fact dressed up like a video game character (whom I later found out was J███ from "██████ ████ ███ ████") She had this big camera around her neck and she was wearing a very sensible leather jacket and pants.

He then sent his Miners in to take out my Flag, but it wasn't there: I'd used the Bombs as a lure to draw him away from my left, where my Scouts and Miners were. I shoulda known something was wrong when I showed up and saw about ██ guys (and a few girls) standing around wearing tiny shorts and tank tops: none of them seemed to have an ounce of fat on their bodies, and a couple looked like they could beat the fuck out of Arnold Schwartze… So I went to bed hurting in places I didn't know I hurt, but if I thought that was pain, I was in for a treat. Seventy Six met me alone outside the testing chamber. he screamed the whole time, and by the time it was done, I was gone. Break down my defenses, make me pliable to commands, classic example of mental reprogramming. He told me to go down to the labs every day, choose a cat or a monkey or a dog - no rats or mice - and kill one every day. When I saw her, she was arranging some polaroid pictures in various pockets around her vest and pants. We piled into two vans and drove down to ██████ ████████. A lot of young people standing around wearing fancy costumes and generally having a great time in a giant three-block outdoor party.

I stuck close to Seventy-Six before Iris waved me back. We tried using fire, but it just seemed to make the stuff grow faster, made the infected people explode with the force of a hand grenade, scattering spores all over the place: that's how we lost Y█████. whatever thar means./ i watched the footaghe of the team dying.; nirt was weird.

"Don't get too close," she said, making a gesture like swinging a sword. Tried a few other things: [DATA EXPUNGED] We eventually switched tactics after L████ rolled a VX grenade into an infected house: she'd confused it for an incendiary, as it turned out, but it worked. ni thought i'd feel it more but it was like watching cats being dissected. i hear they have a machine that makes you mbetter., i think i'll give it a trey.

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We met up with our guy on-site, who was guarding the only exit door.I screamed a bit as the insulation suit rotted around me, but managed to yank it away from Abel and the Morphophage and toss it into the Box. Being one of the youngest members of the team can't be easy. And if you can still do what you can do, you won't let me die, because you're too good of a person to let that happen." I pulled the trigger, and there was a click. My job was do Agent AA: "Field." Command: "Command here. B███████ slammed the lid shut and hit the locks, and the entire thing So yeah, that's how we wound up here four days before we left. Date: ██████████ ██,████ B███████ came into the room today and told me that she's been given TDY away from Omega-7. She was standing there with the polaroid in one hand and the firing pin in the other. Let me patch you in to Able." Agent AA: "My god…" SCP-076: "I still have a jaw to chew you out with. The guy was just listening and nodding the whole time, stroking the tattoo on his forehead. We went into the facility with isolation suits on, to retrieve the artifact. Joint mission with MTF ██████ ██, "███ ████ ████." They took the lead, given that they've had more experience underground than we have. I knew you were my general when you bested me in a game of war.

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