Noting that staff received a report about new site member Kr1stall (account age 2 days, site membership 1 day) who recently coldposted the following page, which contains some possible indicators of AI-generation: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17045223/mr-empire
+ Dr. Empire / Mr. Empire
++++ Meet Mr. Empire, he is the executioner of balance, he is the embodiment of cruelty and cold-blooded mind.
+++++ Cold and lonely, it suits you perfectly. Let your legs serve you well, And everything else — to hell with it. Where it has always been.
+++++ Cold hearts breed even colder fates, and fate will end him with a song about an immaculate romance.
+++++ He was standing at the entrance to one man's office, leaning back against the wall with his right foot against the wall, while his left foot was on the floor, supporting this handsome man in a bold but stylish pose. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, but his thumbs were sticking out of the pockets, which gave this blond-haired reaper an aesthetic.
+++++ He stood waiting for the sunset, because the victim was already cornered.
+++++ He is all dressed up and undressed in a blood-red classic shirt, covered with a snow-white robe.
+++++ He will be the one who turns off the light and watches the liars run away, who are comfortably ensconced in their nest.
+++++ You approach this person to his left.
+++++ Mr. Empire turns his head slightly towards you, and his smile has become manic.
+++++ To the right of Mr. Empire, 3 soldiers are running down the corridor, who clearly intended to kill him. The soldiers stop and put this reaper in their sights
+++++ Empire, in turn, without taking his eyes off you, abruptly extended his right hand towards the operatives, and his clone appeared in front of his hand. The soldiers opened fire immediately, but all the bullets hit only the clone.
+++++ Empire instantly teleported behind the rightmost soldier and with a sudden movement with superhuman speed, he grabbed a SW 500 Magnum revolver from the inside pocket of his robe and pointed the muzzle at the back of the soldier's head and fired a shot, the soldier's head exploded like a watermelon from a powerful bullet. The soldiers immediately pointed their guns at him.
+++++ The Reaper distorted and disappeared, and a moment later it appeared to the left of the leftmost soldier.
+++++ The soldier didn't have time to react at the moment when our blond guy stabbed him in the side with his left hand and grabbed his spine and pulled it out without much effort. A soft cry rang out.
+++++ The last soldier screamed in horror and tried to hit this handsome man with his machine gun with a quick U-turn, but his life was saddened by the fact that he had run out of ammunition. There was a click that signaled that Evil was standing right behind him. The soldier turned slowly and in horror
+++++ The barrel of the 500 Magnum looked straight into the soul
+++++ ** Soldier** — Don't! You're a monster!
+++++ The gun pointed at his chest. Cotton. The bullet pierced his chest.
+++++ The soldier began to slowly move away, but a portal opened under him and he fell into the Empire dimension.
+++++ You approach this person to his left
+++++ Mr. Empire turns his head slightly towards you, and his smile has become maniacal
+++++ To the right of Mr. Empire, 3 soldiers are running down the corridor, who clearly intended to kill him. The soldiers stop and put this reaper in their sights
+++++ Empire, in turn, without taking his eyes off you, abruptly extended his right hand towards the operatives, and his clone appeared in front of his hand. The soldiers opened fire immediately, but all the bullets hit only the clone.
+++++ Empire instantly teleported behind the rightmost soldier and with a sudden movement with superhuman speed, he grabbed a SW 500 Magnum revolver from the inside pocket of his robe and pointed the muzzle at the back of the soldier's head and fired a shot, the soldier's head exploded like a watermelon from a powerful bullet. The soldiers immediately pointed their guns at him.
+++++ The Reaper distorted and disappeared, and a moment later it appeared to the left of the leftmost soldier.
+++++ The soldier didn't have time to react at the moment when our blond guy stabbed him in the side with his left hand and grabbed his spine and pulled it out without much effort. A soft cry rang out
+++++ The last soldier screamed in horror and tried to hit this handsome man with his machine gun with a quick U-turn, but his life was saddened by the fact that he had run out of ammunition. There was a click that signaled that Evil was standing right behind him. The soldier turned slowly and in horror
+++++ The barrel of the 500 Magnum looked straight into the soul
+++++ ** Soldier** — Don't! You're a monster!
+++++ The gun pointed at his chest. Cotton. The bullet pierced his chest.
+++++ The soldier began to slowly move away, but a portal opened under him and he fell into the Empire dimension.
+++++ Empire stared coldly at the soldier entering the portal, which was slowly closing.
+++++ Empire looked at you and put his Magnum in the inside pocket of his robe.***
+++++ - Greetings, observer. Do you want to know who I am and where I'm from? You see, it doesn't matter where I was born, where I fucked up last time....no...It doesn't matter. So let's get started
+++++ *The big shot comes out of his office and looks at the bloody mess that was here*
+++++ ** The big shot** is that s-s-here...
+++++ Empire teleports and stands in front of him and with a sharp movement of his right hand grabs him by the throat, and with his left hand holds his right shoulder.
+++++ **Big shot** — (hoarse voice) No, don't!
+++++ The crunch. The head was separated from the body
+++++ **Empire** — The Dynasty is beheaded, you may see a ghost tonight.
+++++ Empire teleports to you and slightly distorts in order to get rid of traces of blood.
+++++ *Empire* — (slightly manic intonation) So, we're all just fictional characters in this fucking world.
+++++ Empire used reality distortion to teleport us to a cozy lounge where single sofas were located facing each other, the sofas themselves were separated by a small wooden table made of maple
+++++ **Empire** (calm and cold—blooded voice) - You see, all this is just a small fictional scenario of entities, our level of reality is lower than natural.
+++++ Empire folds his legs and sits comfortably on the sofa, and slightly raising his right hand materializes a glass of wine in it, and puts his left hand on the arm of the sofa
+++++ - An interesting fact is that the reality level of all "real" people is only 66%, but what about me, you ask? You see, I am a creation of chaos theory, I was never in your narrative pages, I should not have appeared here, but I am, my level of reality is extremely low, I do not match your leading game. But how do I exist? — The universal narrative is Alpha, it helps me to exist and write my story, and yes, about the narrative, I wonder if path physics exists because we think so?
+++++ Empire brings the glass to his mouth and takes a light sip, then returns the glass to its original position, while he looks at the glass.
+++++ — Interestingly, drinking is not a status, drinking is when you just drink. You can create the illusion of status in everything, but the most significant and real status is independence and the ability to act alone without outside help.
+++++ — Hmm...
+++++ Empire turned his gaze to you
+++++ — Have you ever wondered how we got into this break room? I just teleported us, and the room was already created, incredible, isn't it? And why does this room look different to you and to me?
+++++ — We don't believe in what we see, we see what we believe in!
+++++ — Most of us believe that the visible is separate from us, but the deep part of us operates on a subatomic subconscious level. What do we create unconsciously? Unconsciously, we create undesirable results. We show hidden desires that we don't want to remember. We are stuck in patterns, programs. Individual Programs that lock us into a sense of separateness and exclusivity. I discovered that as adults, we don't just live by the patterns we acquired in childhood. It's something like karma. The essence of the problem of observation is that observation is the creation of the observed, and this has important consequences for everyone, Because at the moment of observing something or someone, we begin to assume, and therefore create
+++++ — Well, we've moved away from the topic a lot, let me tell you my story in a fictional scenario.
+++++ Empire throws a glass of wine behind his back with a light movement of his right hand and stands up. Empire raises his right hand slightly and distorts reality to remove the table from reality, simultaneously approaching you, and as it approaches you, you begin to feel danger.
+++++ When he reaches you, he creates darkness and he disappears like the room. Then you can see his narration.
++ **ACT 1**
+++ **Violation Of Conditions Of Detention**
+++++ Intercom: Attention to all personnel of the complex, the complex has been attacked by Chaos Rebels and therefore SCP-469 "Multi-Winged Angel" has violated the conditions of detention, all non-combat personnel take refuge in a shelter and follow the instructions of the Security staff.
+++++ Empire calmly walked along the corridor, which was covered with scarlet lamplight. He wasn't afraid of the current situation, it wasn't the first time or the last time.
+++++ At that time, the rebels ran down the corridor and shot the staff in cold blood, and those who begged for the square were taken away for recruitment into the ranks of the C.I.
+++++ The Reaper strolled along the corridor and waited to meet monsters or C.I. With a calm movement, he took out a SW 500 Magnum from the inside pocket of his robe and turned its drum, pointing its muzzle upward, while continuing to move along the endless corridor.
+++++ But his thoughts were interrupted by 469, who crawled out from around the corner, he was big, his wings scratched the walls. The distance between Empire and angel was 50M.
+++++ Empire stopped and looked at the angel with a piercing cold gaze with a bloodthirsty smile
+++++ The Reaper looked at one of the speakers on the wall, which was making a sound that signaled chaos.
+++++ — They didn't even bother to turn off the speaker..
+++++ The angel heard Empire's speech and rushed towards him like a lion on a zebra
+++++ Empire saw his attack, distorted the speaker and removed it from reality.
+++++ Empire took two steps forward to the angel and created a distortion around him, which blocked the sounds, thereby preventing the angel from growing
+++++ The distance between them was already 10 meters
+++++ Empire waited patiently for him to approach, but his expectation was shattered by the footsteps and shouts of the Chaos Soldiers who were coming here. Our reaper turned his head slightly and saw 12 Soldiers who had already pointed rifles at him, Empire smiled even more, and at the moment when the distance between him and the angel was 2 meters, the Reaper teleported behind the angel and was at a distance of 10M. Empire removed the distortion barrier from the angel, and the fun began!
+++++ The chaos soldiers opened fire, and the angel rushed towards them. The shooting only worsened the situation of the soldiers when they realized that it smelled of fuel and wanted to leave, but unfortunately Empire was already standing behind them, using distortion, he created a concrete wall behind the bridge, which created an inevitable dead end, the corridor of death, if it is more correct.
+++++ The soldiers looked at the blond man first, and then fixed their gaze on the Feathered Death
+++++ ** One of the C.I.** — NO! NOT AGAIN! fuck!
+++++ Empire stood next to C.I. and put his hand on his shoulder.
+++++ — The end is just a transition. Everything is renewed, and every experience remains part of an endless cycle. The point is not in the end, but in the process.
+++++ The angel had already gotten close to them, and at that time, Empire teleported behind the angel at a distance of 10 meters and enjoyed the screams of despair and pain.
+++++ When the angel dealt with C.I., Empire created a distortion barrier around him that did not allow sound to pass through and teleported into his CS with him, exiting his CS, he distorted the damaged areas of the CS and restored it, while the angel calmed down, and the distortion barrier disappeared
+++++ Leaving his office, Empire put the revolver in the inner pocket of his robe, and he took out a pack of cigarettes and took out one of them, he put it between his teeth and took out a lighter, lit it, and put away a pack of cigarettes with a lighter, he blew smoke, put his hands in his pants pockets and moved on
+++++ Walking through the corridors where there was complete devastation, he looked at the whole mess with corpses.
+++++ Thoughts: The possibility others have already fucked up, ah....And I didn't even notice how the siren had died down.
+++++ The Reaper teleported outside to the runway and looked at the helicopter that was in the air and flying away from the zone. Taking his Revolver out of his robe, he opened the cylinder of the revolver and took out one cartridge with his left hand, using distortion, he made a slight wound on the index finger of his right hand and drew a notch on the bullet with blood***
*There was a small surge of EVA, a thaumaturgical notch was applied to the bullet, and the blood disappeared, leaving only a black notch.*
+++++ Empire put the bullet back in the drum and pointed the muzzle of the revolver at the departing helicopter. Taking aim at the helicopter's propeller, Empire cocked the trigger and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew out with incredible speed and after a few seconds hit the helicopter's propeller and exploded. The helicopter was left without a propeller and was falling hopelessly to the ground.
+++++ Empire blew smoke and lowered the muzzle of the Magnum and looked at the approaching MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down" helicopter
+++++ The helicopter landed on the runway and the Operas ran out of it, who ran to him with the commander. The commander asked why he was standing here and what the situation was in the zone, while Empire replied that everything was fine, but it was possible that some of the PH remained there. The commander gestured for the unit to move into the zone, and the soldiers rushed there.The discussion thread has the following comments of note:
https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17045223/mr-empire#post-6825397 V173, post title "-1: One big title"
Why is every line a subtitle/header, along with another title under the page title?
Elaboration
Explanation / Elaboration
** V173:** I mean, of course, that every line is written like this, purposefully. This makes it harder to read. Also, some words, such as each speaker's name, have bolding asterisks but a space before the name itself, making it no longer function (as I'm showing in this example)
Some paragraphs end without punctuation. Some acronyms like C.I. have punctuation, but not CS - which I believe is a typo of C.I.?
See how this can be hard to read, especially with everything clumped together? The eyes are drawn to bold text, but everything is bold here
I mean, of course, that every line is written like this, purposefully. This makes it harder to read. Also, some words, such as each speaker's name, have bolding asterisks but a space before the name itself, making it no longer bolded (as I'm showing in this example).
Some paragraphs end without punctuation. Some acronyms like C.I. have punctuation, but not CS - which I believe is a typo of C.I.?
See how this can be hard to read, especially with everything clumped together? The eyes are drawn to bold text, but everything is bold here.
Meet Mr. Empire, he is the executioner of balance, he is the embodiment of cruelty and cold-blooded mind.
Cold hearts breed even colder fates, and fate will end him with a song about an immaculate romance.
The gun pointed at his chest. Cotton. The bullet pierced his chest.
In my opinion, there may be AI-generated parts of this, but - as others have pointed out to me and I realize I should've made clearer as part of my opinion in this - the grammatical errors would suggest that a lot of it isn't. Also, Kr1stall's account is only two days old with no other posts on this site, should that matter to you.
I'm busy, and after seeing this typographic fail, I'm in a bit of a bad mood. I wish I had more to say, and I might come back later, but that's all for now.
https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17045223/mr-empire#post-6825588 DrIbarazaki, reply to the above
While I agree with the other stuff, I have seen a lot of AI gen writing, and this doesn't really seem AI gen. For one, it's pretty long, and 9/10 AI gen articles don't have that high of a wordcount.
However, Quillbot does say that there are hallmarks of AI refinement. I'm not sure what that means though…
https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17045223/mr-empire#post-6825668 doc_schwartz, post title "Panic! At the Disco lyrics?"
I was doubting myself at first, but I think the first couple of lines are basically a re-write of the lyrics to "Let's Kill Tonight" by Panic! at the Disco (excerpt below):
"Cold and alone, it suits you well..
May your feet serve you well
And the rest be sent to Hell
Where they always have belonged
Cold hearts brew colder songs"
Don't get me wrong, I love Panic!. But I'm struggling to find a compelling narrative in this tale, and I can't find a connection to the rest of the SCP Foundation universe besides the brief mention of a containment breach. As others have pointed out, this needs a re-write with attention to formatting and grammar.
User has no forum comments, no sandbox, and no edit history beyond initial page creation. As of now, there is not enough material to be certain AI was used; no staff action has been taken yet.