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Hiya. This is Paranoiac's secondary sandbox for when I get bored of writing specifically SCPs and tales. Think of this as a little "side project" that I've been thinking of for around a month or so at the time of writing, and after pitching some of the ideas I had to some friends, I decided that writing scripts would be better than having everything in my head. Here's a link back to my main sandbox: http://scpsandbox2.wikidot.com/paranoiac-s-scp-ideas
What is ANOMALOUS?
ANOMALOUS is Paranoiac's idea for a potential and future TV show based around the SCP Foundation and co.. Like the SCP wiki, ANOMALOUS is chaotic and unpredictable in many ways, and will actively attempt to surprise the viewer or force them to think. If you've got any comments, criticism, or suggestions, feel free to contact me at my discord, which can be found on my main page.
(Details of Class D's, as well as higher classes through a discussion between two researchers.)
(Camera cuts to a scene of a hallway; a B-Class with hands cuffed is being escorted by two armed guards. Camera reveals that the subject is blind, and slowly begins to grin for an unknown reason.)
"Trip," whispers the B-Class.
The guard on the left appears confused, and tilts his head to the B-Class in slight confusion before the top of his left foot catches slightly on the ground, causing the guard to lose balance and fall. The fall leaves the guard dazed, still confused. Without hesitation the Class-B jabs the guard to the right in the jaw with his elbow, to little effect. The guard, now full of rage, attempts to punch the B-Class as revenge, however the B-Class narrowly avoids the fist and in-turn kicks the guard behind the knee, causing him to stumble and collapse into a kneel. The B-Class quickly wraps the chain of the handcuffs around the neck of the guard and pulls with great force. "This is too easy you guys, maybe try a little harder next time!," the B-Class boasts with a slight chuckle. After a few more seconds of choking out the guard, the grin is quickly replaced by a grimace. "Damn," he blurts. The fallen guard cocks a pistol and places it at the back of the B-Class's head. "B-721, you have three seconds to cease your actions or you will be terminated," says the guard with a stout voice.
"You'd better thank whatever God you believe in that we're in short supply of rats like you," the first guard says as B-721 lets go of the second guard. The second guard, regaining his strength after some desperate breaths, attempts to punch B-721 with the same outcome as before. After some light chuckles, the guard brandishes his handgun and places it on B-721's right temple, correcting B-721's attitude. Now with the threat of death being a trigger pull away, B-721 decides to not avoid the punch he knows he is about to receive, nor the kicks to the chest, nor the final smashing of his groin for good measure. The guards continue along in their transportation of B-721, dragging him by his handcuffs as he writhes in agony, both from the pain of the payback, and the despair of yet another failed escape attempt.
