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Will there be UFO? 👽🛸

i want believe…👀

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Are there any set facts about MC except that they are an MI5 agent?

I thought about it, but ultimately i decided it would be more interesting and fun to read if the MC was a clean slate, that the reader/ player could choose there own background, personality and morality

-Director A

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📂 Bureau Clearance Update: Public Disclosure Authorization

[FILE: REDACTED]

The Bureau of Altered Phenomena hereby authorizes the release of Project DEMO-001 to civilian oversight. This action is deemed “necessary” to recruit additional operatives capable of withstanding threshold instability and anomaly interference.

“The cracks are spreading.”

They told you the world was stable. They lied.

They told you time was linear. It isn’t.

They told you the Bureau was here to protect you. That’s only half the truth.

For decades, we’ve stood between you and the fractures threatening to unravel everything you know. The anomalies are relentless, their whispers growing louder, their reach expanding. Reality itself is fraying, and we don’t know how much longer we can hold it together.

Now, we’re asking you to step forward.

❓ Are you ready to enter the cracks? Are you prepared to make choices that will ripple across reality itself?

The Bureau will be watching.

“This is not a war. There is no victory waiting for you.

Only survival. And the cracks do not wait.”

Access the demo. See for yourself. But remember—some things, once seen, cannot be unseen.

[BUREAU LINK: PLAY NOW]

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Redacted: Ground Zero

IF inspired by Contro (2019), SCP Foundation, X-files

Demo: PROLOGUE

In the aftermath of World War II, a classified mission pulls you into the shadowy remnants of a conflict no one dares to acknowledge. Whispers of rogue Nazi scientists and reality-warping experiments have surfaced, threatening to plunge Europe—and perhaps the world—into chaos once more. As an MI5 field agent, you’re tasked with uncovering the truth buried beneath layers of secrecy, lies, and betrayal.

Every lead points toward Projekt Schwarzfeld and the catastrophic events of Threshold Zero, a forgotten chapter of the war that defies explanation. But some secrets were never meant to be unearthed. As you navigate a labyrinth of conspiracy, forbidden technology, and fractured reality, you’ll confront forces that question the limits of human understanding—and the cost of wielding power beyond comprehension.

Redacted: Ground Zero is a story of espionage, moral dilemmas, and the unraveling of truths hidden in the shadows of history. Will you rise to the challenge, or will the truth consume you?

• Master anomalies and adapt your skills. Harness strange, reality-defying abilities tied to anomalies—whether it’s manipulating probability, stepping through dimensions, or stabilizing reality itself. Unlock and refine these abilities as you uncover their true potential.. • Investigate a fractured world. Explore sites of catastrophic anomalies, from the eerie remnants of Threshold Zero in the Bavarian Alps to the clandestine Red Academy in Siberia. Encounter twisted phenomena, uncover hidden truths, and decide what to do with what you find. • Make critical, world-altering choices. Will you prioritize saving your team, containing anomalies, or acquiring forbidden knowledge for the Bureau? Each decision changes the relationships you build, the missions you undertake, and the fate of Baseline Reality. • Face enemies born of anomaly experimentation. Encounter Die Gebrochenen—the Fractured—twisted results of Nazi experiments with anomalies. Face other rogue forces, like defectors, rival nations, or anomaly-enhanced mercenaries seeking control of forbidden power. • Navigate a morally gray world. Decide where your loyalty lies—with the Bureau, with humanity, or with yourself. Will you uphold the fragile stability of reality or risk everything for greater power and knowledge? • Fall in love—or not. Form deep connections with up to four romantic options, from an idealistic scientist to a cynical spy. Your choices in love will offer new strengths—or dangerous distractions—in the face of looming threats.

Love Interests

Charlie Hayes (he/him or she/her) : The Bold Truth-Seeker “The truth isn’t pretty, it isn’t safe, and it sure as hell isn’t kind—but if I don’t drag it into the light, who will?” • A resourceful American journalist working undercover to investigate Nazi remnants and their experiments. • Bold, witty, and fiercely independent, Charlie thrives on uncovering the truth, often bending the rules to get the story. Their adventurous spirit hides a vulnerability stemming from personal losses during the war.

Theo Adler (he/him): The Haunted Genius “Knowledge doesn’t absolve you of guilt—it sharpens it, until every answer feels like a blade at your throat.” •A German defector and former scientist of Projekt Schwarzfeld. Now a reluctant informant for the Bureau. •Quiet, intelligent, and burdened by guilt, Theo is a man trying to atone for his past. His insights into anomalies are invaluable, but he struggles with his identity and the weight of his actions during the war

Eleanor “Ellie” Blackwood (she/her): The Steadfast Operative “You don’t look back in this line of work—not at the enemy, not at your mistakes, and definitely not at the people you couldn’t save.” • A British SOE operative and expert infiltrator now reassigned to the Bureau’s task force. • Calm, disciplined, and focused, Ellie is a consummate professional. Beneath her composed exterior lies a fierce loyalty to those she trusts and a fear of failure that drives her to overextend herself.

Damien Laurent (he/they): The Enigmatic Opportunist “Morality is a luxury for those who’ve never had to bargain with the devil—and I’ve shaken his hand more times than I care to count.” • A French art dealer with connections to the black market and underground resistance networks. • Charismatic, flirtatious, and morally ambiguous, Damien is a master of navigating high society and shady dealings. They keep their true intentions hidden behind charm and wit

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Classified Dossier: Subject – DAMIEN LAURENT

LONDON - 1951

The study was quiet, save for the faint hum of a device nestled in the corner. Damien Laurent slipped through the heavy oak doors, their sharp amber eyes scanning the room with the precision of someone who had done this a hundred times before. Every detail mattered—the polished wood of the desk, the faint scuff marks on the floor near the bookshelves, and, most importantly, the glowing cube beneath a glass dome at the far end of the room.

“Doctor…Doctor” Damien murmured to themselves, their lips curling into a sly smile. “What secrets you keep, mon cher.”

This wasn’t just a casual heist, though Damien rarely needed much of an excuse to steal from those who hoarded power. No, this time it was business. Word had spread among certain circles about a device hidden in Hargrove’s possession, something tied to Threshold Zero—a whispered name that made even the most reckless traders in the black market pale. The Russians wanted it. The Americans wanted to keep it. And some persistent whispers hinted that remnants of the Nazi regime would kill for it.

And Damien? They knew enough to want a piece of it. A single transaction could set them up for years—or send them six feet under. Either way, it was irresistible.

Crossing the room with silent, practiced steps, Damien approached the glowing device. It was small, barely the size of a shoebox, but its presence filled the room like a living thing. The symbols etched into its surface shimmered faintly, almost imperceptibly, in the dim light. Its hum resonated in Damien’s chest, an unnerving sensation they ignored with ease.

“Well,” they murmured, tilting their head as they studied it. “Whatever you are, you’re worth more than gold. And gold is so dépassé these days.”

Damien reached into their pocket and pulled out a thin wire tool, slipping it into the edge of the glass dome. With a quiet pop, the dome lifted free. The hum intensified slightly, vibrating faintly in the air, but Damien barely noticed. Their fingers brushed the device, and a faint warmth spread through the leather of their gloves. For a brief moment, the air seemed to ripple, the walls bending and twisting like heat waves off desert sand.

“Curious,” Damien muttered. They hesitated, just for a moment, then lifted the device free.

The second it left its pedestal, the study felt alive. The low hum turned into a pulse, faint at first but growing stronger with each passing second. Damien didn’t falter. They slipped the device into the satchel hidden beneath their coat, adjusting the strap as they turned toward the door.

That’s when the voice stopped them cold.

“Laurent.”

Dr. Malcolm Hargrove stood in the doorway, his hands gripping the frame as though to steady himself. His face was pale, his glasses catching the faint glow of the device still pulsing in Damien’s satchel.

“Well, well,” Damien said, their smile widening. “Dr. Hargrove, you’re home earlier than expected. I was just admiring your collection.”

“You don’t know what you’re dealing with,” Hargrove snapped, his voice low but sharp. “Put it back. Now.”

Damien chuckled softly, adjusting their coat as they stepped closer. “I know exactly what I’m dealing with,” they replied. “A certain device that whispers of Russian rubles, American desperation, and a tidy fortune from some unsavory old friends of yours.” Their eyes narrowed slightly. “The kind who still like the sound of ‘Heil.’”

Hargrove’s face tightened, his composure cracking. “You don’t understand. That device—it’s not safe. It wasn’t meant to leave this room.”

Damien tilted their head, their voice softening into something almost apologetic. “And yet, here I am, carrying it off like a bottle of champagne at a dull party. Perhaps you shouldn’t have kept it where a curious Frenchman might stumble upon it, hmm?”

“Laurent,” Hargrove said again, his voice trembling now. “If you sell it—if it falls into the wrong hands—”

Damien raised a hand, silencing him. “Doctor, spare me the lecture. I don’t sell things to people who bore me, only those who intrigue me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a very curious buyer waiting.”

They stepped forward, and for a moment, Hargrove looked as though he might block their path. But the faint hum from the satchel grew louder, the sound distorting into something deeper, darker, almost alive. Hargrove faltered, his courage slipping beneath the weight of that sound.

Damien winked, brushing past him with effortless grace. “I’d suggest you start looking for something new to study. This one’s mine now.”

By the time Hargrove turned, Damien was already gone, the faint sound of their footsteps vanishing into the night. Outside, in the cool air of the garden, Damien adjusted their satchel, the device’s pulse a faint rhythm against their side.

“Russians, Americans, Nazis,” Damien mused, their breath curling in the cold night air. “So many people willing to pay for one little box. I do love being popular.”

But beneath the charm, a faint unease settled in Damien’s chest. Whatever this thing was, it felt alive in a way that defied logic. And for the first time in a long time, Damien wondered if they’d stolen more than they could handle.

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Classified Dossier: Subject – Charlie Hayes

BERLIN - 1951

The abandoned rail yard stretched out before Charlie Hayes, a labyrinth of rusting freight cars and shadows that seemed alive under the faint glow of the moon. The wind howled through the gaps, carrying the metallic tang of decay, but it wasn’t the cold that sent a shiver down Charlie’s spine. It was the folder tucked inside their satchel—the weight of it, not in pounds but in consequences.

Charlie leaned against a rusted train car, their hands shoved into the pockets of their leather jacket. The cigarette dangling from their lips was more for show than comfort, a signal to their contact. They let it burn down to the filter, the ember glowing faintly as they waited, watching the horizon. The truth was out here, buried under layers of secrecy, and they were going to drag it into the light—no matter what it cost.

A figure appeared at the far end of the yard, moving cautiously, hunched against the wind. Charlie straightened, flicking the dead cigarette to the ground and grinding it under their heel. Their hazel eyes narrowed as the man approached, his silhouette lit briefly by the flicker of a distant streetlamp.

“You’re late,” Charlie said, their voice calm but sharp. They tugged their satchel higher on their shoulder, their hand brushing the notebook they kept tucked inside—always ready, always prepared.

The man didn’t respond immediately. His trench coat flapped in the wind, and when he stopped in front of Charlie, his face was pale, his eyes darting nervously. “I almost didn’t come,” he muttered, his German accent thick. “Do you know what they’ll do if they find out I talked to you?”

Charlie tilted their head, offering a small, humorless smile. “Probably the same thing they’ll do to me if I write the story,” they replied. “But here we are. So, let’s not waste time.”

The man hesitated, glancing over his shoulder as if expecting someone to materialize out of the shadows. Finally, he reached into his coat and pulled out a thin folder, its edges worn and its corners stained. He held it out reluctantly, his hand trembling.

Charlie didn’t move immediately. Their eyes locked onto his, steady and unwavering. “You’re doing the right thing,” they said, their voice softer now. “This isn’t just about you or me. This is about them”—they gestured vaguely toward the sky, the streets, the unseen public beyond—“all of them. People deserve to know what’s been done in their name.”

The man dropped his gaze, his jaw tightening. “You think they’ll care? You think the public wants to know about… about this?” He shook the folder slightly, his voice rising. “They’ll call it lies. Propaganda. They’ll bury it, like they buried everything else.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.” Charlie’s tone hardened, and they stepped forward, taking the folder with careful hands. “You’ve seen what they’re hiding. You know what happens if no one stops it. Someone has to be brave enough to pull back the curtain.”

The man let out a bitter laugh, his breath visible in the cold night air. “Brave. You journalists think you’re heroes, don’t you?”

Charlie tucked the folder into their satchel, zipping it shut with precision. “Heroes are for comic books,” they said, their voice edged with sarcasm. “Me? I’m just a writer with a bad habit of asking the wrong questions.”

The man stared at them for a long moment, then shook his head. “You have no idea what you’re walking into. This… this isn’t a scandal. It’s not corruption. It’s something else. Something… unnatural. If you push too hard—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Charlie interrupted, their tone breezy but their pulse quickening. “I disappear. You’re not the first person to tell me that, and you probably won’t be the last. But the thing is, I don’t scare easy. So, unless you have anything else to say, I’d suggest you disappear first.”

The man opened his mouth to reply but stopped, glancing over his shoulder again. Without another word, he turned and walked back into the shadows, his steps uneven but quick.

Charlie stayed where they were for a moment, the wind tugging at their jacket as they stared at the spot where he’d vanished. The satchel felt heavier now, the weight of the folder pressing against their side. Projekt Schwarzfeld. Threshold Zero. Whispers of experiments that defied explanation, of a government desperate to keep the truth locked away.

“Not for much longer,” Charlie muttered under their breath.

They adjusted their satchel and started toward the edge of the yard. As they walked, a faint hum reached their ears—a sound that shouldn’t exist in the stillness of the night. It rose and fell, almost melodic, but distorted, like a record being played backward.

Charlie stopped, their hand moving instinctively to the knife tucked into their jacket. They scanned the yard, but nothing moved. Only shadows stretched around them, bending and twisting unnaturally as the hum grew louder.

“Just the wind,” they told themselves, though their voice lacked conviction.

Forcing their legs to move, Charlie quickened their pace, their thoughts racing faster than their steps. The government thought they could bury the truth, silence the past. But secrets like this had a way of clawing their way back to the surface.

And Charlie Hayes? They were going to make sure the world listened.

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Redacted: Ground Zero

IF inspired by Contro (2019), SCP Foundation, X-files

Demo: PROLOGUE

In the aftermath of World War II, a classified mission pulls you into the shadowy remnants of a conflict no one dares to acknowledge. Whispers of rogue Nazi scientists and reality-warping experiments have surfaced, threatening to plunge Europe—and perhaps the world—into chaos once more. As an MI5 field agent, you’re tasked with uncovering the truth buried beneath layers of secrecy, lies, and betrayal.

Every lead points toward Projekt Schwarzfeld and the catastrophic events of Threshold Zero, a forgotten chapter of the war that defies explanation. But some secrets were never meant to be unearthed. As you navigate a labyrinth of conspiracy, forbidden technology, and fractured reality, you’ll confront forces that question the limits of human understanding—and the cost of wielding power beyond comprehension.

Redacted: Ground Zero is a story of espionage, moral dilemmas, and the unraveling of truths hidden in the shadows of history. Will you rise to the challenge, or will the truth consume you?

• Master anomalies and adapt your skills. Harness strange, reality-defying abilities tied to anomalies—whether it’s manipulating probability, stepping through dimensions, or stabilizing reality itself. Unlock and refine these abilities as you uncover their true potential.. • Investigate a fractured world. Explore sites of catastrophic anomalies, from the eerie remnants of Threshold Zero in the Bavarian Alps to the clandestine Red Academy in Siberia. Encounter twisted phenomena, uncover hidden truths, and decide what to do with what you find. • Make critical, world-altering choices. Will you prioritize saving your team, containing anomalies, or acquiring forbidden knowledge for the Bureau? Each decision changes the relationships you build, the missions you undertake, and the fate of Baseline Reality. • Face enemies born of anomaly experimentation. Encounter Die Gebrochenen—the Fractured—twisted results of Nazi experiments with anomalies. Face other rogue forces, like defectors, rival nations, or anomaly-enhanced mercenaries seeking control of forbidden power. • Navigate a morally gray world. Decide where your loyalty lies—with the Bureau, with humanity, or with yourself. Will you uphold the fragile stability of reality or risk everything for greater power and knowledge? • Fall in love—or not. Form deep connections with up to four romantic options, from an idealistic scientist to a cynical spy. Your choices in love will offer new strengths—or dangerous distractions—in the face of looming threats.

Love Interests

Charlie Hayes (he/him or she/her) : The Bold Truth-Seeker “The truth isn’t pretty, it isn’t safe, and it sure as hell isn’t kind—but if I don’t drag it into the light, who will?” • A resourceful American journalist working undercover to investigate Nazi remnants and their experiments. • Bold, witty, and fiercely independent, Charlie thrives on uncovering the truth, often bending the rules to get the story. Their adventurous spirit hides a vulnerability stemming from personal losses during the war.

Theo Adler (he/him): The Haunted Genius “Knowledge doesn’t absolve you of guilt—it sharpens it, until every answer feels like a blade at your throat.” •A German defector and former scientist of Projekt Schwarzfeld. Now a reluctant informant for the Bureau. •Quiet, intelligent, and burdened by guilt, Theo is a man trying to atone for his past. His insights into anomalies are invaluable, but he struggles with his identity and the weight of his actions during the war

Eleanor “Ellie” Blackwood (she/her): The Steadfast Operative “You don’t look back in this line of work—not at the enemy, not at your mistakes, and definitely not at the people you couldn’t save.” • A British SOE operative and expert infiltrator now reassigned to the Bureau’s task force. • Calm, disciplined, and focused, Ellie is a consummate professional. Beneath her composed exterior lies a fierce loyalty to those she trusts and a fear of failure that drives her to overextend herself.

Damien Laurent (he/they): The Enigmatic Opportunist “Morality is a luxury for those who’ve never had to bargain with the devil—and I’ve shaken his hand more times than I care to count.” • A French art dealer with connections to the black market and underground resistance networks. • Charismatic, flirtatious, and morally ambiguous, Damien is a master of navigating high society and shady dealings. They keep their true intentions hidden behind charm and wit