The Insane Asylum

[Lord Daskar]

*S. Gabon dies.*
*Iilu laughs evilly.*

Magic Note, It's even Illustrated.

Ashenwyte,
I knew you couldn't resist doing my biding forever. You have finally rid me of that incompetent Gabon for good, I sent a thumb screw as a token of my appriciation, maybe you could test it out on your thumb.

His Imperial Majesty, Vilu Daskar.

PS. I did send the order to kill Gabon, it's just conveniently arriving tomorrow.

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[Dotti Dillworthy]

*flute trills to calm down the hallucinations*
*peeks at the cells with infrared-activated binoculars for any more signs of activity* Everything's calm, nothing to fear.

[Delthion]

Wow, lots of things going on here. I think that Faiy and Skarzs were better administrators. But it has passed to Ash, so we shall see how he does.

[Dotti Dillworthy]

Hey Del. Can you lend a hand for me? I'm not getting enough rest for watching over the prisoners all night.

[Groddil]

Mr Delthion, need I remind you that one of the previous administrators (Faiyloe) is a lurker and is not capable of running such a large company. Unfortunately for Ashenwyte, he signed a contract that simply read "Give me a job." As such I have decided my own job, and have appointed myself head of the Ethics Committee. The Foundation protects mankind from dangerous anomalies. The Ethics Committee protects the Foundation from itself. Dotti, if you are becoming fatigued, it will be far too dangerous for you to continue watching the prisoners. Go take a break, or I will be forced to administer a Class-? Amnestic to you and remove you from your employment here at the SCP Foundation's Humanoid Containment Site. Have a good day.

[Russa Nodrey]

*Walks in* HELLO, PEOPLE!!! HOW ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?!

[Tam and Martin]

Fine.

[Groddil]

Great. A new anomaly. "Russa Nodrey," you are hereby designed SCP-3041. Please enter the containment cell in front of you, or I will be forced to dispatch Mobile Task Force Alpha-01 "Red Right-Hand" to bring you in. Thank you for your co-operation.

- Groddil, Director of the SCP Foundation Ethics Committee

[Russa Nodrey]

If you say so. *Enters my room* Wow...um...this isn't exactly what I was expecting. Where's the king size bed, tiny fridge, TV...wait, this is the Happy Hobo Hotel...isn't it?

[Groddil]

The Foundation is a prison, not a hotel, SCP-3041. Your containment cell is roughly the size of a one-person apartment. It contains one chair, one single bed, and a standard bathroom. Provided you keep to good behavior, we may consider allowing any requests you make in the future. Three times per day, a security guard will subdue you and bring in meals. Furthermore, as is Foundation policy for humanoid anomalies, you are to be given a single book to start off with, which will be rotated every month. Good day, SCP-3041.

* The door to SCP-3041's cell slams shut and is sealed by magnetic locks. A hatch opens up, and a book entitled "Mossflower" is thrust through the hatch.

[Russa Nodrey]

O-O My vacation is ruined.

[Delthion]

Mr Delthion, need I remind you that one of the previous administrators (Faiyloe) is a lurker and is not capable of running such a large company. Unfortunately for Ashenwyte, he signed a contract that simply read "Give me a job." As such I have decided my own job, and have appointed myself head of the Ethics Committee. The Foundation protects mankind from dangerous anomalies. The Ethics Committee protects the Foundation from itself. Dotti, if you are becoming fatigued, it will be far too dangerous for you to continue watching the prisoners. Go take a break, or I will be forced to administer a Class-? Amnestic to you and remove you from your employment here at the SCP Foundation's Humanoid Containment Site. Have a good day.

I wish you the same!

[Groddil]

Mr Delthion, need I remind you that one of the previous administrators (Faiyloe) is a lurker and is not capable of running such a large company. Unfortunately for Ashenwyte, he signed a contract that simply read "Give me a job." As such I have decided my own job, and have appointed myself head of the Ethics Committee. The Foundation protects mankind from dangerous anomalies. The Ethics Committee protects the Foundation from itself. Dotti, if you are becoming fatigued, it will be far too dangerous for you to continue watching the prisoners. Go take a break, or I will be forced to administer a Class-? Amnestic to you and remove you from your employment here at the SCP Foundation's Humanoid Containment Site. Have a good day.


I wish you the same!

A pleasant attitude, Mr Delthion. Tell me, would you be interested in becoming a member of the O5 council? The O5 (Standing for Overseer Council, Level 5) council is a council of 13 people that oversee the Foundation's operations. They are second only to the ethics committee in terms of underlying power over the Foundation. Should you choose to accept, your name will be struck from any prior records and you shall thus be known as "O5-4." Decline, and a Class-B amnestic will be administered, and you shall be none the wiser.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

You, Sir Groddil, are insane.  Get inside a cell. *Puts Groddil in a cell* *Iilu dies in an "unfortunate daemon breach"*

[Groddil]

Wrong, Ashenwyte. The Foundation will be doing the containing. Not you. This asylum has now been officially designated "Site-82." You, sir, are an enemy of the Foundation. Who are you with? The Serpent's Hand? The Chaos Insurgency? The Church of the Broken God? No matter, your life will be cut short very soon. Now, if something were to get me out of this cell...

* Mobile Task Force Alpha-01 "Red Right-Hand" bursts into the Asylum, killing several workers, and breaks Groddil out of the cell. Foundation agents pour in, neutralizing any threats, and paving the way for a team of researchers that quickly enter and set up temporary containment.

Sorry, Ashenwyte. Your industry is dying and your dream is going to fail.

* Samuel Davidson, commanding officer of MTF Alpha-01, injects Ashenwyte with a Class-? amnestic, erasing all of his memories, and shoves him into a Containent Cell.