[b]Journal entry #3245 Unknown location[/b] [i]Jesus Christ. Out if all the assignments.... Of füçking course Clef gets preferential treatment. Seniority I guess. God, the O5 spooks are seriously cunts. They find a new dimensional tear, and send me. What do I know? Not like I have say over the fact that I can do what I do. Mary Sue, "god", and now reality bender. Jeez. There are so many things they call me. SCP-3002 is my new name apparently. It'll be nice to be known by an actual name, at least while I'm here. Shit, you'd think they'd give me more freedom considering what I do. They're throwing me in once they can figure out what I'm supposed to be kitted out in. Halo? Prototype? Dark Souls? Personally, I hope they let me use Elite. I wouldn't mind an Anaconda. Shit, they're calling. Time to get to work.[/i] [b] Dojoville 10:32 AM[/b] [i]God...what a shit show[/i] Was all he could think as he walked down the lane. For once, he was allowed his pick. 'Unlimited Jurisdiction', or so they said. He grinned, being a bender who obeyed video game rules had it's perks. He had a lot of weapons stowed. For now, he had nothing showing save for his outfit. He'd chosen James Heller's outfit for this. It was a nice setup. The jacket, jeans, and boots were what he liked. Unfortunately biomass manipulation was off the table. 'Too much collateral damage', they said. Whatever, he liked the freedom otherwise. Time to get to work [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]