Name: Researcher ███████ Min
Clearance: Level 3
Description: Researcher Min is a lazy little fucker who won't compile his own personnel file, and instead forces innocent co-workers like myself to do it for him. He is a complete and utter disgrace to the Foundation and can go die in a fire. A FIRE LACED WITH SADNESS AND BLEEDING INFANTS.
Sorry, I didn't know you meant physical description. Okay. Geez. Researcher Min is shorter than most doorways in Site-72, but can't fit through the service corridor without bending over. Or losing weight for that matter. He's also kinda Asian but he's never elaborated so I don't even give a fuck.
History: Dude, I wasn't even here when you joined. Ow. Fuck you. You know what? You can compile the rest of this shitty file yourself. Fine. Go on. Be like that, then.
Researcher Min graduated from ███████ University with a degree in something important. Then a nice-looking guy in a suit asked him to join some aerodynamics firm and before he knew it he was slaving his ass off 50 hours a week in return for a salary that won't even cover the downpayment on his mansion. Seriously, boss? If you're reading this, try considering what they call a 'raise'. It helps a lot with the morale. Seriously.
God why am I even doing this shit
Things Researcher Min contained and catalogued and all that:
- SCP-632: Headache spiders
- SCP-932: Sleep-paralysis-thingers. Fuck, I'm bad at descriptions, I wish Bryan were here to help me do this. The lazy prick.
- SCP-1373: Laser sharks. Not sure what happened to them now, maybe got them all souped up for some O5 dinner party. With great help from Voct. Maybe I should buy him a drink sometime.
Things that would have been things that Researcher Min contained and catalogued except that all I've got are these stories and how the hell am I supposed to find SCPs that are stories good lord: