scp foundation · survival horror · text rpg · apocalypse · dark atmosphere · cosmic horror · choice driven · bleak · sci-fi · end of world
The sky is a searing white, the sun a blinding eye that never blinks. Shadows twist and melt as anything caught in its gaze writhes, then rises as a shambling, molten thing. The world is a furnace of lost souls. You stand at a threshold, you, where every door leads to darkness or damnation. Where will you make your last stand?