#The Reset

[ii-thelightseekers]

[Now with Binary Fan gone, what's there left to do? Who's there to be with? There's nobody, but the 6-legged critter. They thought about going against Cobs one last time, but.. they know fully well they aren't gonna win with Cobs being cat-ified and bigger than them. They've lost.. everything, thanks to Cobs' stupid state. They lie down, crying as they miss their friends deeply... They want their friends back.] —Web_Bug

The lab was uncomfortably quiet…

The loud fun was replaced a lonely silence….

[codexofforbiddenknowledge]

The Great Reset: How It Will Change Your Life Forever—a deep dive into the global elite’s alleged plan to strip away your property and freedom. Is it a conspiracy or the New World Order in action?

We connect the dots to Agenda 21 and beyond.

follow The Codex Of Forbidden Knowledge for more hidden truths.

What do you think—utopia or dystopia?

[paul-clone-33]

🎶We'll.. Meet again.. Dont know where, dont know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day 🎶

[tmae3114]

Sometimes you’ve just gotta spend your afternoon making diagrams to explain video game timelines

I think I finally made one which hits all the important points

[discover-underground-bands]

the reset!!! they're a tiny prog metal band from alberta that deserve SO much more attention. they've got a really cool style that's basically like periphery but sadder and with a ton of ambience, and all their members are SO talented. they've only got a little bit of music out right now (1 album with 7 songs), but i'm hopeful they'll release more!!

https://open.spotify.com/artist/4kFnE2AxdQJMqHpH9D7LPS?si=FpXDAuB1REqRSEskbOTD1A

spotify / youtube

[awesomecooperlove]

‼️POSTING AGAIN, IN CASE YOU MISSED ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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[the-reset-au-tadc]

Okay, enough with the jokes and gags, we need to actually find out what the F@$# happened- wait, I'm censored even though I'm not in the game!?

F@$# me man...anyways, we need to figure out what happened so please...Pomni...if you could pull yourself together, I honestly think we should find out HOW the others died and IF there is a way to bring them back...

Pomni just stares blankly at a wall.

Jax is the one who finally answers. "As we've already said, someone outside the circus in the real world must have reset the server or something, and everyone either woke up in the real world or died. Pomni only managed to survive 'cause she went through another exit door and ended up in the Void again, and I only lived because...I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be." The rabbits voice catches at the end.

[chipjrwibignaturals]

any computer people wanna explain how the hell this works

it wont let me do shit bc i apparently have 81 gigs of apps clogging my c drive, but my largest app is 0.4gb?????? its not system applications either because system is its own segment of storage. wadda hell are you talking about

EDIT:

I fixed it using the program TreeSize, linked in the microsoft store HERE!

[kipine]

shiny quilava 💫

[ceilidho]

prompt: you and Price get in an accident (1.6k)

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He comes into your life like nothing less than divine intervention.

A fender bender, of all things. It’s a bad day and you’re distracted, too busy thinking about your dad calling to tell you that he lost ten thousand from his retirement fund when the stock he’d invested in crashed and how you’re supposed to help him out of this mess, and the roads are slick with that last snowfall of early spring, still unsalted even hours after the snow started. 

So when you slam on the brakes at the last second after noticing the car in front of you stopped at a red light, your car slips on the ice and slides forward, hitting the back of the stopped car and sending it forward a foot. It’s quick and sudden, and though you stepped on the brakes early enough to avoid a worse collision, your head snaps forward with the jolt and the seatbelt yanks you back violently, winding you. 

Your hands go tight around the wheel, eyes so wide that they nearly pop out of your head as you stare at the car directly in front of you. All of the dread in the world pools in your mouth and then down your throat when you swallow, heart galloping in your chest. You almost can’t believe it for a second.

Then the car in front of you—a big, fuck-you SUV that only worsens your anxiety because of all cars to hit, it had to be someone with a fancy, brand new car that probably has a lawyer on speed dial—puts their hazards on and the driver’s side doors opens and reality snaps like a rubberband back into you. With shaky hands, you put your car into park and put your hazards on as well. 

“Oh shit,” you whisper under your breath. An understatement.

A tall man in a brown parka steps out of the car and stares at you through the windshield, a stern expression on his face. He has a beanie pulled down over his head and a full beard, and for a second, the mental image of a bear emerging out of its den flickers in your imagination, all snow-dusted and irritable. 

He’s grizzled and older than you. The only consolation is that he doesn’t match the image of the driver that you had in your head—no seven thousand dollar suit or bluetooth earpiece; instead, he seems like the kind of man who’d drive an old pickup or a schooner, wearing an Aran sweater and a skipper's cap, with a pipe hanging from the corner of his mouth. He seems out of place in the middle of the road in your small town. 

But he is real, and even though you watch him march over to you, you flinch when he raps on the window with his knuckles. 

“Roll the window down,” he instructs, voice muffled through the glass, and you do because the command cuts through the buzzing in your ear. When you do, he reaches into your car with one hand and pops the lock, then takes a step back to open the door. You’d freak out if the situation were different, but you must be in shock because all you can do is stare at him dumbly as he leans into the car and undoes your seatbelt. “C’mon, sweetheart. Out.”

It doesn’t take much coaxing to get you to step out of the car. All he has to do is step back and you get out, knees nearly buckling, like jelly under you. He holds your elbow to steady you. Your elbow feels delicate and tiny in the width of his palm. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asks, looking all over your face.

You want to answer him, but all you can do is whimper, “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, none of that. It was an accident. You alright though? Anything hurt?”

“Uh…I don’t…I don’t know.” It hasn’t really sunk in yet, you think. Maybe tomorrow you’ll be sore all over, but right now you feel fine. On the verge of shaking out of your skin, teeth nearly clattering together, but more or less okay. 

“Nothing too bad then. Wanna give me your insurance so we can deal with this, sweetheart?” 

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Let me just—” You move to reach back into your car to fetch your purse, but he stops you, insisting on getting it for you. 

And you let him, docile like a doll, watching as he leans into your car and across the seats to grab your purse, big frame looking comically large in your little car. Looking like he’d barely fit in the front seat if he tried to get in. 

He comes back out with your little purse in hand and opens it, handing you your wallet and purse by its strap. Your fingers are still shaking when you pull out your insurance information and hand it to him. Everything feels surreal and muted, and the tears are going to flow at any minute now if you don’t get a handle on it. 

He must notice because a knuckle fits under your chin and lifts your head up. “Hey, what’s wrong? 

“No, no,” you say, reaching up to swipe your fingers over your eyes. “I’m just—I’m really embarrassed. I’ve never been in an accident before.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” His voice is much softer now, pitched low in the way handlers talk to spooked animals. He puts his thumb to your chin, holding you in place. “No one got hurt. Could’ve been worse than it was, and we’ve both got insurance, so what’s done is done. I don’t look mad, do I?”

Trapped between his thumb and knuckle, you can only give a slight shake of your head. “No.” 

“Then let’s just take it one step at a time and no tears. Okay?”

You sniff. “Okay.”

“Okay. I’m going to call the insurance, so you get back in the car and sit tight, alright?” 

You nod. 

“Good girl,” he says, a hint of praise in his voice. “Put the heat on too. It’s too cold for that jacket.”

That makes you go warm all over, flustered and tongue-tied. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to expect a response out of you. The only thing he expects you to do is get back in the car and turn the heat back on, the warm air billowing into your face when he leans in to crank it up all the way. 

Though most of the sound is muffled from inside the car, you turn down the heat and crack the window open slightly to hear him give his name to his insurance company. John Price. Even his name evokes the image of him somewhere else in the world, settled into the nooks and crannies of history. 

John handles everything for you while you sit in the car like he told you to, settling everything with the insurance companies and calling for a tow truck right after that. You don’t realize that, of course, until the tow truck pulls up in front of his car and he comes back to usher you out of your car. 

“How am I supposed to get home?” you croak. The tow truck driver hitches your car to the bed of the lift and pulls it up, your little car looking pathetic all alone up there. 

“I’ll drive you home then bring mine in later.”

“Why can’t I drive my car to the garage too?” You’re petulant now that you’ve learned that he won’t bite, and you know it’s petulance because you don’t actually put up much of a fight to get your car taken off the tow truck. 

That petulance trembles when his expression grows stern again. “You’re getting it checked by a mechanic before you get behind the wheel again,” he tells you in no uncertain terms, eyes daring you to contradict him.

You don’t. It’s hard to argue with someone so adamant on your wellbeing. A mechanic in later days will tell John, with you by his side, that your car was mostly fine apart from some slight damage to the bumper, but that you made the right call to bring it in just in case the frame cracked during the accident.

John’s arm will be around your waist at the time and he’ll pull you tighter into his side when the mechanic says that. And what do you do but go with it, curling into his side like it’s natural. You’ll have already fucked him by then anyway. It’ll be no less forward than letting him take you for coffee and then back home, following you up to your apartment and into your bed. 

Now though, you let him usher you into the passenger seat of his car and shut the door behind you, the wind cutting off abruptly. It only comes back when the door opens on his side. 

You rattle off your address and watch bemusedly as he programs it into his GPS and hits save. You don’t have the temerity to question him, to poke a hole in the bubble of familiarity ballooning around the two of you. The real world seems far away in his car, like you’re in limbo, the rules different here somehow. 

“How about a coffee?” he asks at the next light, putting his hand on your thigh and shaking when you don’t respond right away. “Does a hot drink sound good right about now?”

“I guess?” you say. In truth, it sounds great, but you’re losing the thread of this conversation, your old preoccupations getting further and further away from you. 

John gives your thigh a squeeze, lingering for a beat before pulling away. “Good. It’ll be a nice little pick me up before we go home. My treat.”

All you can do is nod, your throat dry.

[dzthenerd490]

Personal Log: Dr. Zeek #666

"... The Reset... Everyone knows about it; well, they know the bloody name but not a damn thin' about what it really is. I do though, I existed before it 'happened, how the bloody root do I know? Because I'm Dr. Clef. 

Now i know wat yah thinking, dr. Zeek yah a stubby shawrt of a sixpack. You're not Dr. Clef, you don't look like him, you don't sound like him, you were born in Australia and never had anything to do with the GOC. Most importantly, you don't even act like the super intelligent, brave, handsome... slightly sexist... but legendary Dr. Clef. Your bloody right I don't act nothing like Dr. Clef... because that's not who I am anymore. 

Since the Reset happened, I was reborn as an entirely different person, just like everyone else in The Reset. I lived a different life, had different motives, and thus became completely different. I remember being such a gun nut and loved to play on my ukulele but now, I actually really hate violence... also I'm more of a painter now. I mean I'm not against violence, but I only enjoy watching it happen to buggers who deserve it, like a bloody fucking predators. I guess reincarnation really changes a person. Though somethings don't really change, my daughter was still born, she had the same name and everything despite me never meeting her old lady in this life. I don't know how that's possible, but it is somehow. 

Thats the first thing that doesn't make sense about The Reset, so many things changed yet so many things remained consistent. For example, in the prime universe the Foundation was created in 1918 after World War 1 ended. Which was also the time SCP-106 was born in case anyone was curious. Anyways in this reality the Foundation was actually founded in 1788 when members of the Commission of Unusual Cargo met with the Illuminati.

Now mind ya, the Commission of Unusual Cargo is SUPPOSED to be one of the founder organizations but not the Illuminati. Which is weird because there were people on both side who were both immortal and knew the Foundation would eventually exist. Though regardless, because they knew they decided to get a head start and form it earlier than any of the other major Groups of Interest. Don't really know where those guys are now maybe their dead or maybe they're the current O5 and Ethics Commitee don't know and if I tried to find out the Red Right Hand would surely kill me.

But anyways because they knew so much, they managed to anticipate a majority of the anomalies and contain them before they would activate or cause serious damage. They even found better ways to contain some like SCP-106 and SCP-096. For SCP-096 they made sure the pictures were never taken and got some blind hunters to find it and contain it. For SCP-106 he was captured before he wiped out that city... you know the one. Though SCP-682 was unfortunately still able to eat the fetus of SCP-231-4 and thus gained its power of immortality before we could kill it. Can't get them all, I guess. 

Though as time went on things were getting weird as there were new anomalies that weren't supposed to exist. The first one that raised red flags was SCP-AFD though at the time of discovery, it was called SCP-001. Apparently, the founders figured it was more deserving of the title though The Reset was still placed as another candidate for SCP-001. However, as time went on more and more like them were getting discovered. These things, these new anomalies... I mean regular anomalies aren't supposed to exist, but these ones REALLY weren't supposed to exist. Some were cool, some were scary, some were funny... Then we found the few that were absolute bloody nightmares.

Thats when it became clear that numbers weren't enough anymore, we had to separate the ones that we knew everything about form the ones we knew nothing. Hence why some are labeled by numbers and others are labeled by letters. Those that are labeled by letters are the ones that existed after the Reset and those with numbers existed before.

Hm... I think that's all there is to know about The Reset... Oh, wait there's the one thing that's the biggest mystery of the Reset. No one knows when it started. Like I said I was Dr. Clef before The Reset and I remember everything that happened but... I don't know when it all ends, and the Reset starts. I just can't remember it for some reason, like I got all the pieces, and I SHOULD be able to see it but... I can't, my mind literally can't comprehend when the Reset happened or what even caused it. In fact, the more I think about it the more everything leading to it makes no sense, so The Reset ends up making no sense. Blech! Bloody hell... Fucking bollocks.

Though if there's anything good about the Reset it's that the Foundation and by extension the O5 could learn from their mistakes. Especially with the SCP-3002 disaster, Iris that poor Shelia, she didn't deserve that shit, nor does she deserve to remember every horrible thing the O5 did to her... what I did to her and her friends. Though I am glad she's doing better, her and Meri are even going out and planning on getting married soon. Good for them, after all the hell they went through both those Shelia's deserve all the happiness in the world after going through such hell.

Well, I don't really have anything else to say except... Welcome to the Family... if you know that that means then sorry, if you don't then... still sorry. But now you know why there was no warning when you opened this file. 

Personal Log, Doctor Harvey Zeek. Signing out."

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SCP: HMF Tales Hub

[ii-thelightseekers]

Caelus dropped down and squinted at the computer screen. All this code mumbo-jumbo wasn't it's thing, but if it was paying attention then..

With a grunt, it leaned forward and tapped on where the code seemed to be. Hopefully it didn't mess this up.

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Fan begins glitching again

[panakina]

I refuse to believe that Bruce Wayne, a man in his fifties who took up martial arts in his twenties, who has had at least one serious spinal injury and countless other injuries, is in anyway comparable to the adult robins, who have been training and conditioning since their early teens if not earlier and are all in their prime.

[paul-clone-33]

The reset has begun.

[bergselise]