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Starting the SCP Foundation from Gotham City
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#4237. SCP-173—Statue
[Triggering the Quest - Hope]
[Having felt that the environment and people of Blue District were truly appalling, you decided to change them and were determined to give Blue District a fresh new look!]
[Reward: One random draw of SCP containment material]
Progress: 15%
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Main Quest 3: Purge
Time has slowly passed. The SCP Foundation Technology Co., Ltd. has been repaired and has begun to gain recognition. However, some troubles have already arisen. Your underlings have been almost completely wiped out, and Hank District has been occupied by others. Set things right, eliminate the villains, and bring Hank District back under the influence of the SCP Foundation.
[Reward: SCP containment item: SCP-173]
Wang Ya stood on the top floor of the SCP building, which had been renovated several times, looking out the window and thinking about things. Although he had triggered a mission, it was a long-term matter. Wang Ya was more concerned about the main mission.
The reward was no longer a random draw, but a finished product, specifically an SCP-173 statue (the original).
Wang Ya's headache was dealing with this containment object; he didn't know what to do with it, especially if he wanted to claim the rewards after completing the main quest!
Wang Ya wondered if they should hold an exhibition and display Peanut 173.
It's simply unbearable to look at!
No, we need to make a proper arrangement, or at worst, I can simply not claim it and temporarily postpone completing the main quest.
SCP-173 is really difficult to deal with. Although it won't harm him as the source of SCP, it seems that once it's materialized, it can only be placed in his room.
But if every morning when I wake up, the first thing I see when I open my eyes is SCP-173 standing in front of my bed, staring straight at me, with its hands subtly aimed at my neck, then that scene is just too beautiful.
Sometimes the biggest fear isn't that it's going to kill you, but that it's on its way to kill you, but doesn't kill you yet—that's the source of the torment!
But placing it in other places wouldn't be safe either—
It seems we need to build a special containment facility. That underground base can also be put to use. Wang Ya also feels that there is a shortage of manpower.
The real SCP Foundation creation plan must be launched as soon as possible.
Perhaps this time will be the perfect test!
Wang Ya made a decision.
However, he is still undecided about who to test.
...
My name is Teddy, and I must be in my forties by now. It's another day of feeling dazed and confused, just like the gloomy and dark weather in Blue District today, which seems to correspond to the lifeless light in his eyes.
This street is his home, and looking around the dimly lit alley, there are many other people like him who have made their homes here.
A tattered coat, picked up from who-knows-where, and a layer of dirty gray cloth were laid on the ground. Two days ago, Teddy was lucky enough to find some dry grass and dirty, damp cotton wool, which he used to make his beloved home more comfortable.
Thinking that others could only keep company with the cold ground while he could already sleep relatively warmly at night, a rare sense of superiority appeared in his heart.
It was getting dark, which meant they needed to warm up their so-called home as quickly as possible to make the cold night more bearable. Despite being starving, Teddy could only silently endure it.
The night was long, but Teddy managed to get through another day. As time passed, he gradually fell asleep.
They are the lowest of the low, and the most hopeless...
It seems as dark as this starless night, as thick and suffocating as the night itself... Oh, night!
Teddy was awakened by a loud commotion, followed by a clear gunshot, which startled him awake. He then felt the noise gradually subside.
"What's going on here!"
Teddy's eyes adjusted to the daylight and he saw what was happening.
Seven or eight tough guys in black suits and sunglasses, all burly and carrying guns, were shot by an older black man who seemed to be the leader. This shot calmed down the noisy crowd of homeless people.
No one dares to defy death, not even those who don't want to die; a miserable life is worse than a good death.
Teddy quickly learned the whole story. These guys, who looked like they were not to be trifled with and were wearing expensive suits, actually wanted them to demolish their entire house, clear out the area, clean up their small neighborhood, and put all their belongings into the garbage truck that had already arrived.
What is this? Are we trying to drive them away? Are we not even giving them their last chance to survive?
And this is our only home! Teddy's anger stemmed more from the fact that he might never be so lucky again to find such good cotton. Although he was hungry last night, he slept soundly.
"disagree..."
"disagree..."
"Get out..."
The homeless men roared angrily. In their minds, these seemingly intimidating guys were probably just trying to drive them away and take over their old spots. They didn't care or even think about what the point would be.
Bang!
Old Hans didn't understand why the wizard would be interested in such trash, but that didn't stop him from working for the great and benevolent wizard. He served the wizard once again and resolved to be his soldier for the rest of his life.
I, Hans, have taken on this responsibility, and I must do it well. I cannot let down the wizard's trust.
Despite his advanced age, he is still very capable and will not be any worse than the other street leaders in the Blue District. On the contrary, he will do an even better job. Although he is currently facing some minor troubles, he knows what these guys are thinking.
The piercing gunshot silenced the crowd once again. Old Hans walked over and calmly said...
"Now, listen to me, whoever cleans their sleeping area first gets this Franklin!"
Old Hans reluctantly took a Franklin note from his pocket and, in front of a crowd of homeless people and under the watchful eyes of many yearning and greedy eyes, kissed the Franklin stamp.
They even made the homeless people examine the banknotes in their hands closely.
"After you finish cleaning and pass our inspection, you will receive a piece of soft bread that you have never eaten in your life, enough to fill your stomach!"
Old Hans clapped his hands with a smile, and a tough guy in a suit pushed a cart over from behind. The cart was full of white soft bread, and a rich milky aroma wafted over, driving the hungry homeless people almost to madness. If it weren't for the dark gun barrels pointed at them by the tough guys in suits, they probably would have already rushed over.
"So what are you waiting for!"
As soon as Old Hans finished speaking, the homeless swarmed back to their so-called precious homes, dismantled them without hesitation, and then frantically carried their homes to the garbage truck and threw them inside.
Teddy has never hated his home so much. Why are there so many things? Hurry up, hurry up!
White bread and Franklin, he wanted them all, and he did it at the fastest speed he'd ever been in his life...
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