Hello SCP community. My pseudonymous is SaucyemmettC, because it shades my true name with my horrible scar. One mothers day a while back I was sleeping under a tree when my littlest brother walked up to me and threw a 6 pound piece of ashfault on my face. For the next month my face held a saucy scab that people at first thought was apple sauce. That winter was a green one, very little snow. I somehow covered my face in poison Ivy rashes and scratched them into more horrible scars that came to look like tomato sauce. So now that my face is somewhat healed I keep the nickname I was teased with in elementary school, and wear it proudly, just as I wear my scars from my brothers, from poison ivy, and the lashes across my back that came with swine flu. Hehehe, I am a test subject for pestilence, I try on all the new pandemics. My illnesses kept me away from society for many of my primary years, and I have become socially awkward, as well as a fantasist. I have many weird and… different ideas and my perception is a flux. I also seem to be a pessimist, but in a world of corruption and greed all masked by indulgence and consumerism, where the mobs are mere pawns to the 20 %… what is their to be optimistic about?
I also seem to be somewhat persuasive; for my many years of reading Steven King, Clive Barker, HP Lovecraft, and Hunter S Thompson have warped me into a twisted sub-human, where my dark mind tells me to sit in the shadow, wait, and record. Watch, listen, and create. I used the words taught to me by the mobs most feared and admired writers to convince a group of inferiors that 9 11 was all a conspiracy, that it never happened. Just like the moon landing, It was all Hollywood tricks and media bullshit. All a cover to make Desert Storm possible. ""The people will believe a big lie, but not a small lie." What I said was somewhat true but with a few tweaks it became still believable but a big lie.
I hope to bring my unique ideology into this site and use some of histories greatest achievements and turn them into humanities could-be demise. I plan on creating man made monstrosities that could wipe out not the whole world, but humankind. Cancer is the human ecological niche, but is it not in our nature to commit the seven deadly sins, do we not all feel the pull and temptation to sit back and indulge ourselves. I believe that it is our planets plan to let us break the niche, let us believe we have conquered her, for once we conquer nature, what left is their to conquer?