C596 Sudden Death

SCP-1152, who clearly understood what the players were saying, picked up his weapon and used it as a pen to draw on the ice. It was near the edge of the tundra, and the ice on the ground was not so solid, but it did mark, though to the eyes of the men it looked like a tangle of wool that had no idea what to make of it.

The SCP-1152, who appeared to be an ordinary human being with human genes