people who take the SCP Foundation way too seriously, &/or people trying to be Cool and In The Know but who don’t realise that they sound like an elderly grandparent trying to Relate to the Youths
me, walking into the briefing room pulling my pants up so high they’re practically at my nipples, my big clumpy old man shoes fully visible, socks pulled right up to my knees: how’s it going, fellow youths? we got a lot of funky shit to do with those uh, skips today, you feel me? haha you uh, mood that? big feels, am i right? anyway, if you yeet your folders over to page 17 you can see the uh, conprocs for this skipper, big ol skipper boi, just take a look at that and come join me at the cell yeah? [dabs as i leave the room]
if it’s not the Old Researcher saying this to Relate to the Youths it’s the trigger-happy young agent fresh out of training who swallowed the rulebook and is dying to amnesticate an entire village
if you have a thing for the robocop from detroit you do NOT get to call yourself a robot fucker, wanting to peg some pasty uncanny valley nightmare twink with a mood ring on his forehead is entry-level AT BEST, and you dont qualify for a full membership until you AT LEAST admit that general grievous from star wars is actually pretty hot
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