Luke's Sandbox

NOTE: THESE ARE NOT FREE ONE MILLION DOLLAR IDEAS. NO STEALING
Not that I can really do anything about it

IDEA	DETAILS	Pros/Cons
Alt-Copy Left	A terrorist organization that goes back in time in order to speed up the expiration of copyright material. Their methods focus on assassination of authors/artists after they published their works, collapsing copyright holding entities and taking ownership of works after the death of their creator.	Pros: An interesting commentary on copyright. Cons: How do I make this group interesting?
Copy Knight (Name pending)	An entity that violently attacks any object, person or place that mimics another idea previously done. Ex: Attacking 173's containment cell because its behavior mimics weeping angels, Attacking Elvis impersonators, etc. The behavior is so pronounced that the Foundation is forced to copyleft all pictures and documents to stop being harassed.	Pros: interesting concept and meta explanation for all pics on the site. Cons: Why doesn't it attack public things? -because its contained in foundation sites.
Cognito-hazard copyright/trademarks	A group of antimemetic, or cognito-hazards that don't adhere to the standardized table of cognito-hazards developed by the foundation. Through investigation they realize that it is copyrighted material that the foundation had not paid to view. Reveals that the copyright comes from a higher reality figure (They are in a simmulation of sorts). End with a cease and disists order of some sort.	Pros: interesting take. Cons: Can't think of any

RAISA FILE: Group of Interest [DEFUNCT]
GOI-001: Chicago Spirit

FILE CREATED: c. 1929
FILE LAST REVISED BY GOI: November 1929
FILE RECOVERED: July 1933
[TEXT REPRODUCED BELOW]¹

White Rabbit²: Uncool Snoops

The bastardization they made of us.

What they did to us

Since these pretentious little artists like telling stories, let me tell you a story. It was late March, Chicago. The sun was setting early and we started getting customers. Too early for drunks so, we were minding our own business making sure no smart ass tried switch out their bets. Then two men with typewriters kicked down the door. They were McElane's Boys who came to settle the dispute with bullets. They shot, Colin, Marcus, McFarland, three at the craps table and other bunch of others. Luckily Peter and Steven shot one between the eyes and clocked the other in the back of the head. It was a tragedy. This was before we had an empire, where everyone was close. We sent McElane retribution the next day and he never bothered us to this day. That should have been the end of it.

Until this disgrace was sold Monday.

Some lowlife had the guts to print this filth when they weren't even buried yet. Full colored book of the tragedy that happened the week before. Colin's wife broke down in tears. We raided the newsstand and had a word with the vendor. He told us that he didn't know where they came from, just that they appear and sold well. We forced him to tell us every customer he had that day and burned every one of those pieces of trash that day.

The pulps themselves were useless. The stupid publication on top was fake and no mailing address could be found in the thing. We figured it was someone from McElane's group rubbing in our face. But they swear it wasn't them. Whoever it was hit and ran like a coward.

Then the burglary happened. Some misfit brothers stole ten grand, shot up two cops and got away. Or they would have had it not been the new print on Monday. Told everyone their names, address and where they were hiding. The feds got them the next day. That's when we knew. The cowards haven't ran. And that they have Carrolls.

What we did to them

It was easy to find them. We held up in a stand waiting for someone or something. That is when we saw a trunk delivering blank pulps. By the time the first customer came by, BAM. It was a story of a double homicide. We followed them soon after.

They held up in an empty warehouse. They didn't expect and thing until we started firing. Some cowards got away. We saw some step through a mirror into fucking wonderland. One bullet and looking glass no more. We took the ones that didn't bleed out and forced them to talk.

The boss wanted to know in person why someone would have the guts to disgrace this boys. One bloke said it was some sort of art project. Something about people too distracted at crime books to notice the crime around them. We told them that's what we fucking wanted. They said the books weren't targeting us. They just show whatever the worst crime was the week before. We shot him. We threw the rest in the Dungeons.

If any of you meet anyone of this uncool snoopers, you have permission from Chappell himself to clob them in the face. It is one thing to run over a brother. Its another to laugh about it.

Contents of Tab 2

SCP Sandbox III

Sandbox III: Revenge of the Sandbox