Hello. I'm Devanos, want to translate SCP-CB to Korean.

Today, the SCP-CB is updated to v0.8, so I'd like to translate it, but I cannot read some text of image.

Is there any way I can get Script? Image Script which I want:

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drL
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They just settled SCP-106 in to containment. Holy hell. The mobile containment module was unlike anything I've ever seen. I've never seen Security so jumpy either. Apparently, during the last transfer, it got loose and took three guys. They still haven't been recovered. I had to sign off on the final SCP-compliance sheet, and I was more than happy to get out of there, aong with everyone else. It's eerie, walking near the service areas, and hearing that deep, bass hum of the electromagnets... and knowing what they're holding up. I felt... observed, when I went near the cell. Unsettling.

docL1
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I don't know why I'm bothering. I'm the only one alive anymore, I think. Or maybe just sane? Or am I even that much, at this point? I feel like I have to leave something, some shard of myself behind. I've seen the others, I know I'll most likely not even leave a body. So maybe that's what this is. Slivering myself all, leaving breadcrumbs of my brain scattered and tattered. I keep hearing things in the dark. It's almost worse then whats in the light. I taste metal.

Dr. L

docL2
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" Aversion to light " my foot. He doesn't mind light, he's never had any issue with light, never, ever, never. He just doesn't like to take all at once, no, not all, not at all. It... There were tests done. During a breach, some girly item that could see things, she watched it, saw it, was seen, saw? He likes to hunt. Or maybe he just likes? He doesn't retreat from the light, he just stops being " It " for a while. He slides back, and all he goes! Only nobody is even " It " again. He takes his toys and the players, and he goes home.

Dr. L

docL3
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God in heaven (hell?), I think the wall cracked. Or the floors? Ceiling? I haven't been up top in twelve years, I don't know which edge is top. When the locks dropped, the security walls released. Each sub-section is sealed now, we're all cut off. 106 is supposed to be secured in this section, but the item overload buggered the usual assignments... I can't imagine what the primary storage sections are like. I saw a concrete wall bulge. I mean bulge, like a bedsheet with a naughty child underneath, then just got back down. My teeth are feeling odd.

docL4
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Stupid machine with a stupid idea of a stupid world. Buggering clockwork moron doesn't play fair. I gave it a nice card, and asked nice, and I got a better ne in return. Off I skip, until the old man comes and takes my toys away, and off I run. I give it again, and sweet talk and pet, and I get some kind of plastic stick. It glows. The doors don't know it, the computers don't like it, and now I can't open the security boot. I need to get an another, try again, maybe, but he's there, sitting, standing, stalking. I can't go back, I hear scraping. Where did my batteries go?

docL5
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Recalled to the pain, as a dinner bell, or just a shiny thing? I can't get to the section with the recall set-up, so I'm the brightest, most ringing bit here. Just a little snap, a little cut, and the old man comes a runnin'! We never know what, or why, but on he comes. The floodlights are supposed to subdue, the shapes and liquids, confuse, but I think he's just lazy. Like a lion. Roar. Takes what he can, but isn't about to work for it. There's always another day, another way, another dead. I can hear him watching me. Thugh the floors, watching like a fish tank. Blub blub.


doc6L
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I can hear him. Can you? Listen, I swear, he's there, on the inner side of the wall... Listening. I can hear his teeth. They sing like a power line, pitched to make your bones squeak. I wish he would just kill me. Kill them. No. The report lies, likes to the bone. He doesn't kill anyone, not really. They die later, die of wounds, or additions, or attentions, but no. He pulls them in to his box, and hurts them, then makes the maze. He cradled someone in barb wire, touching them while they tried to scream through a shredded tongue. He owns the rules there, the all and one. What if It's here, too? Making all this just to torture it. Make a ant farm just to have targets [ Can't read this bit. Hard to make out. ] magnifying glass. My molar fell out. It was black. I don't have it anymore. Will you, won't you. Won't you will? He is slow but he has time. Endless time. The group unconscious; they are of the lean, cruel and powerful... Is he it, or the son of that feeling? You may outrun him, run around, run run run, runrunrun and it means no. He just keeps going, coming, watching, smiling. I hate this place. My home is gone and I hate this, and I hate.


I had a bit of trouble with doc6L. So If anyone can also help confirm that it is correct.. It would be appreciated.

FireFox wrote:drL ...

Thank you so much! It is enough helpful to translating.

FireFox wrote: Make a ant farm just to have targets [ Can't read this bit. Hard to make out. ] magnifying glass.

Rereading the file, I believe it says "To Roast" (i.e. roasting ants under magnified sunlight.) Which is a pretty good metaphor considering his mental state.

Still wanna know why his office is suddenly the pocket dimension.

Maybe it's one of the random places you can be teleported to in the PD?

I don't think his office is in or part of the pocket dimension, I just think Dr. L got an unexpected visit from him.

It doesn't really explain why the decayed walls are green though.

clearly larry is trying to expand his pocket dimension to make it a backpack dimension

I bet the most Larry could manage would be a satchel dimension. If he thinks he can expand past that then he's horribly mistaken.