Who Tf Is Philip And Why Tf He Makin' Head Skrews?

Hello, I come from the forests, ask me anything 

Ok so i have an idea for an scp but im not talanted enough

So its about a resercher named Jared Thekil whom one day notices bumps on his feet though he dosnt think too much about it until maybe a week or two after it started. The bumps have turned Into giant growths that are getting bigger every day, he goes to a on site mdical doctor and they tell him that its a weird mass of bone, tissue and flesh. After a month or so the lumps start reforming his feet, making them elongated and almost blade like in shape until eventualy bone starts to grow on the bottom of these blades. It cuts to him several months after the first incedent of the lumps, his legs and partialy his legs have turned into roller blades, he's in constant, agonising, pain as he has to roll on his bone blades to move. Eventualy he gives up and desides to operate off the roller blades and gets prostetics. It works for a while but then they grow back, he goes into deppresion and eventualy kills himself. They do autopseys on him trying to figure out what could have caused it but dont find enything. A Week later a pair of roller blades are found in his room with a note saying "try them on, they're realy comfortable" -Jared.

Ofcorse if any one wants to make this a real scp than you are allowed to make any changes you wish.

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Yeah I way too many spares anyways

the contrabass saxophone is such an absurd instrument

Cambell corn soup

"Look into my mouth" I say, my cold eyes staring into the depths of your soul.

You turn towards me and relucantly watch as i open my gaping jaw.

You don't notice it at first but suddenly you smell the foul oder.

"I havent brushed in two days"

A large grin on my face, my teeth all brown and mushy.

You watch in terror as my teeth slowly slide out of my mouth and into yours.

"Nothing shall go to waste" I whisper

You close your eyes because you dont want to see the scene unfolding in front of you.

Suddenly you feel a soft sensation on your tounge and a sweet taste fills your mouth.

"Corn" you wisper, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

You feel your teeth being pushed out, and replaced by something that can only be described as hard corn cernels.

You are now fully ugly crying. The only sounds are your cries, echoing in the empty starbucks bathroom.

Your eyes, being consumed by crawling corn cernels. All you see is corn, slowly replacing every part of what was once you.

You have lost all your senses, except touch and taste.

You feel as though a metal rind is being placed between you and freedom.

You feel as though you are being picked up...

"Mmm, cambell corn soup. My favorite." You hear, as a giant figure, resembling a grandmother apears in your mind.

You feel their grip upon you...

You are cambell corn soup.

You are corn.

Nothing shall go to waste.

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