"AAAAAAAAABLEEEE," SCP-682 roared from the black throne, with a voice that was a scratch on the universe itself, "I FUCKED YOUR MOM."

She is beautiful, even if she thinks she is a monster.

SCP-006-J-2: Everyone agrees this one's just fucking disgusting

Yesterday, I watched a man I admired gunned down for leaving a rose for a girl whose life was tattered by trauma she never deserved.

Public knowledge of the substitution of Kentucky Fried Chicken's secret "Eleven Secret Herbs and Spices" recipe is to be suppressed.

WHY HAS YUR FMLYYYY NOT PERFORMED THE RITUAL OF BLOOD AND WINE IN TEN DECADES?

SCP-999-J: I am too in a band. Dr. ██████: Oh yeah, what's it called? SCP-999-J: Darkness Dick Supreme. Dr. ██████: That doesn't sound real. SCP-999-J: Your mom doesn't sound real.

Bravo: It’s right there! It’s right there! Fuck! What are you both doing? Fuck! Foxtrot: —and only the eel remains.

SCP-948: I can't magic away your pain, Eleanor. But I can talk. I'll always be here to.

I can't possibly be THAT bad a navigator, and yet as I write this I've been trapped in Ikea for 2 days.

Object Class: KETER OH GOD KILL IT

Voice sounds whether or not the shot is, in fact, "nice".

We do not torture people "just because". We are against unnecessary cruelty. Which means somebody has to decide when cruelty is necessary.

People like me, I see why you wanna lock us up sometimes. I really fucking do, buddy.

Don't you see? We're not in control anymore. We never were.

I cannot die. I will float through Limbo, alone.