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Virr shares feelings of regret and despair, discusses the Foundation's mission, longs for a family, references the Insurgency, and pleads with Everett.
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Key Points
- Virr is a character in the SCP Foundation universe who has a conversation with Everett.
- Virr reflects on the past actions of the Foundation and expresses regret for the unintended consequences of their experiments.
- Everett is urged by Virr to join them in their creations, but it is implied that it is too late.
- The conversation between Virr and Everett hints at a sense of madness and desperation in the Foundation's pursuit of creating anomalies.
- The dialogue reveals themes of loss, regret, and the destructive nature of the Foundation's experiments.
- Virr mentions the Thaumiel initiative proposed by Everett as a brilliant idea, but ultimately suggests it is too late for any redemption.
- The text provides insight into the complex and morally ambiguous world of the SCP Foundation and its characters.
Summaries
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Virr expresses regret and despair, acknowledges the Foundation's mission, desires a family, mentions the Insurgency, and urges Everett.
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Virr, addressing the SCP Foundation, expresses regret and despair over past actions. He acknowledges the Foundation's mission and believes Everett should have eliminated all thirteen of them, including himself. Virr reflects on his desire for a family and the loss of his son, mentions the Insurgency, and urges Everett to rage against the dying of the light.
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Virr, a character addressing the SCP Foundation, expresses regret and despair over past actions. He acknowledges the Foundation's mission and believes that Everett, a member of the Foundation, should have already eliminated all thirteen of them, including himself. Virr reflects on his desire for a family and the loss of his son, expressing regret and sorrow. He also mentions the Insurgency as a significant factor in their predicament and expresses madness with a purpose, claiming they were trying to make the world better but inadvertently caused things to fall apart. Despite the madness, Virr asserts that they were driven by a desire for creation and wanted Everett to join them. In the end, Virr urges Everett to rage against the dying of the light and hints at the presence of a gun in Everett's drawer. The tone is reflective, regretful, and desperate as Virr grapples with the consequences of their actions and the impending end.
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The SCP Foundation is addressed by a character named Virr, who expresses regret and despair over past actions. Virr acknowledges the Foundation's mission and the potential for Everett, a member of the Foundation, to succeed one of them. Virr believes that Everett should have already eliminated all thirteen of them, including himself, but now it's too late. He reflects on his desire for a family and the loss of his son, expressing regret and sorrow. Virr also mentions the Insurgency as a significant factor in their predicament and expresses madness with a purpose, claiming they were trying to make the world better but inadvertently caused things to fall apart. Despite the madness, Virr asserts that they were driven by a desire for creation and wanted Everett to join them. In the end, Virr urges Everett to rage against the dying of the light and hints at the presence of a gun in Everett's drawer. The tone is reflective, regretful, and desperate as Virr grapples with the consequences of their actions and the impending end.
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Virr - SCP Foundation SCP Foundation Secure, Contain, Protect rating: +146 Everett, my good man. Please Sit down. No, I insist. It's time we had a chat, the two of us. No, I think this is the perfect time. It's not like we're going to get another. Not with the way things are now. We've got a possible plan, but I don't think Stimson will be successful. He's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, you know. Not at all Not at all. You see, my boy, I understand you. I understand you quite perfectly. All the rest think you're varying levels of sinner and saint, that you somehow understand something special about us, that you might make the next, logical successor for one of us They're all quite right, to some level. You certainly are passionate. I could see you doing anything to uphold the mission of the Foundation. Anything at all. You should have done it already, Everett. You should have found all thirteen of us, pulled out a gun, and shot us in the head. Don't pretend that you hadn't already considered it. I know that you've got plans for us, for each of us, that would be at least moderately successful. You'd probably have eliminated the bulk of them. Probably. Not me, though. Not that it matters now, anyway. But now, it's too late. Far, far too late. We let things go on too long. Let them snowball. I don't doubt that you'll struggle to the very end. You strike me as the sort to, honestly. Admirable. One of the few admirable things about you, really. Do you know when I realized I wasn't playing God, Everett? I'll tell you. It was when they wouldn't let me bring my son back. Do you know how long it took me to get to this point? This point in my life? I don't age, Mann. I may never die, if all things go well. I wanted a family, though Silly of me, wasn't it? Wanting a family. I had one. They took them from me, though. One at a time. T.J. Elliot. Jack Poor Jack. When did you first figure it out, Everett? Heh. I suppose that makes sense. The Insurgency always was our biggest hole. Could never find a way to explain it away Agatha tried a few times, but Ahh, well. Makes sense, I suppose And when did you find out that we were Really? Hmm Well, it's too late for that to matter now. They've done it, whoever they are. Whatever we called forth through that blasted chink in the universe's armor. None of it, Everett. Not that ridiculous lizard or its brood, not those little crabs that slice and cut like they're nothing, not the madmen or the demons or the cakes! We were trying to feed the world, Mann! We didn't realize what we were doing! We never realized what we were doing! We just we didn't realize We wanted to make the world better, and then Things fell apart. Yes, I know. I'm completely mad. We all were. We'd have to be, for what we did. But we were mad with a purpose. Creation Blissful, glorious creation. We were God in the garden, Everett. And we wanted you to join us so badly. But it's too late, Everett. Far too late. And now Well, I know you keep the gun in your top, left hand drawer. If you don't mind? On your way out? Thank you, my boy. And try to enjoy the last few moments you have. Rage, my boy! Rage against the dying of the light!