[ WP ] You are a D-class personnel in the SCP foundation . One of the Keter monsters have gotten out , and now you must survive .

//* I would use the [ EXPLETIVES ] as a swearing censorship, but I do n't think that gets the message across. Therefore a heads up is due for some pretty heavy language, which would be normal, given the circumstance... //* 
 
 
 
 `` FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! WHAT THE SHITTING FUCK?!'' I screamed, running away from what could be described as the love child of both Death and Holy-Shit incarnate. 
 My name is Carl. I was transferred to `` the Foundation'' 12 days ago. I was told it was a research faculty of the government, and that it would shorten my sentence from 4 years to just one month. It looks like that sentence was going to be shortened to twelve days now. 
 I overheard the lab-coat researchers refer to... it, as `` 58''. I do n't know the relevance of whatever 58 meant. I do know, however, the relevance of what seemed to be a military battalion of security personnel, which sent a strong message. That we were most likely truly and utterly fucked. 
 Ahead of me, running of course, was Lara. She was also transferred to the Foundation from a prison. She's very nice, was in for 3 years for repetitive theft and possession. We got along pretty well. She also seemed to have suddenly become mutilated and dead. Extremely dead, I might add. Thorny tentacles that extend from a bodiless heart that also happens to possess a scorpion stinger would tend to do that I suppose. I do n't really have an idea WHY A HEART WITH TENTACLES AND SCORPION STINGERS AND LEGS EXISTS, but I'm not in the position to ask questions, quite frankly. I turned the corridor corner to see the security blockade was ahead of me, only about 15 meters, manned by about 50 soldiers, and a tank. If it were another time, I might have asked why a government research faculty owns a tank, or WHY THE FUCK IS THIS MURDER APPARITION TALKI- `` The stars that represent the fruitless fate of tiny mortals are destined to be snuffed by the imme-''. The rest of the sentence was cut off by the sound of 50 assault rifles firing. 
 `` No no no nonononono...'', I droned as I sprinted through the blockade. I did n't stop until I tripped and fell face first into the concrete thirty meters away. Flipping onto my back, I just managed to witness the Heart rip off the tank turret, and then proceed to rather creatively use it similarly to a fly swatter to smash three soldiers into the floor. 
 `` No no no no...'', I muttered, still sprinting.
