Ricebowl 70

  Within the bowels of America between the space between two small towns, where forests leave the road and barely a bird can be heard, there is a simple concrete building simply laying to the dirt with anyone sane assuming it was just a housing project that had been abandoned to the wood and moss. However, if you can get the metal doors open you’ll find yourself a perfectly maintained elevator, free of rust and grime and going down said elevator would have you greeted as a member of the SCP foundation with your soul purpose being to make sure that what was kept within the facility never got out of it again. The entire building was less of a prison and more of a labyrinth of never ending hallways and impossible superweapons, each cell talior made to make sure that the inmates of site 18 could never escape their rooms, let alone get out of the building and kill god knows how many people that are on the surface. You had been assigned to a group of several SCPs known as SCP-939, known ...

The smell of flesh and blood pushed through the air as you ran across the metal halls of the hell that you had found yourself in, desperate trying to escape from your fate that was moving behind you, slowly walking towards you and waiting for your time of weakness to strike and drag you deeper into hell. This town had called for you for months and months with it at first starting out as simple tourist letters, asking you to come and see the sights of the small area before the letters started to become somewhat more personal, naming family members who had died years ago and telling you they were simply visiting the town. Eventually, this would reach a peak when you would start getting letters from the dead family members, telling you to come to them and as such you decided to go to the town known as Silent Hill, a town that would quickly become a living nightmare. You arrived at the town to be greeted by a place that had long been abandoned, rusted cars from the 1990s laying by the side...

  You had been into occultism since you were a teenager and you had seen many things that you would have never seen if you had taken the path most taken, seeing those who danced within the fires and those who would drift along with the snowflakes within the coldest nights in a generation. However you had always wanted to dive deeper and deeper into the world not seen, to taste the wines that humanity had barely touched and as such you would search for hours and hours on the internet for these rituals in a hope that you would find something that was fascinate you and make you want to do all the work it would take to do the ritual. That was when you found a ritual to make a gateway to another world, one that had been charted by a chosen few that would dare to see it and mostly left to the halls of time to rot away and die with that alleged gateway being to a place known as the darker dimension of flesh. There was very little info on the darker dimension of flesh other than it was inh...

  You lay in your bed, a feeling of warmth moving across you as your head pushed down against the pillows, your eyes glancing around the room on occasion to see if anything was there as you got ready to go back to your dreams which seemed to be the same place each and every time. You nicknamed it “The mindscape.”, the place seemed to be a surprisingly colorful reflection of your mind with the sky being the most garish of colors and the floor being almost the same and for a while it was almost comforting to discover the world inside of your mind until you realized that you weren't alone in your brain. For the past view weeks now you had been hearing whispers coming from unknown places in the landscape, a voice that was deep yet feminine that called for you to come to the source of the voice with you resisting the urge to get closer to voice as you tried to sleep. However the voice had seemed to be getting louder and louder by the day with it now sounding like she was just a few feet...

  The past couple of months had been a very interesting and terrifying time for humanity with the start of this entire mess being when a portal opened up during the World Cup, announcing that the world has been destroyed by 2051 due the arrival of aliens known as Whitespikes. The whitespikes were insectoid like aliens that  appeared in Russia and had promptly wiped out most of the population and as such they were asking for reinforcements from the past of which the army was happy to provide,being convicted that it would only take seven or so days to kill all the aliens and liberate the world from the Whitespikes once and for all. However the war didn’t go as well as planned and only 30% of the troops actually came back alive and as such a draft was called to drop more people into far futures and you were put on said draft and sent out to fight in the tomorrow war with you not having enough faith that you’d come back alive. You quickly got geared up and shoved through a portal ...