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Author's Note: I have some great ideas for formatting this to be a more interactive simulation of a Foundation email browser. That would require me to learn HTML coding, so it's a ways away. However, I'm very excited to hear your ideas as well.
Date: 3/31/19
You have Two (2) New Messages
Subject: **HOT**: Phishing scam alert
To: ten.tenpics.tsil.85s|85etis#ten.tenpics.tsil.85s|85etis
Dear team,
The following announcement is addressing a recent cyber-security threat to our Site 58's network. Please read this email and follow all recommendations.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel who receive instances of SCP-XXXX are to immediately report the instance to Site 58's Cyber Security division. Personnel are not authorized to open links inside of or reply to instances of SCP-XXXX due to the risk to Site 58's cyber security.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous, malicious spear-phishing attempt targeted at employees of the SCP Foundation through the use of official SCiPnet email networks.
These emails will often contain highly personal details and will attempt to mask as colleagues of the phishing victims. However, in all cases the names of the supposed colleagues do not belong to any past or present personnel employed by the foundation.
Links embedded in SCP-XXXX instances sometimes will require the input of usernames and passwords by personnel on official-looking Foundation websites or decryption software. However, these sources do not contain information that is factual to Foundation records, and have been identified as fake. Other times they may ask for favors. Do not attempt to reply or follow through with the favors.
The origin and motive of SCP-XXXX is unknown and currently under investigation. Each instance of SCP-XXXX originates from accounts seemingly created via official networks, despite having never been created by network security employees. Current evidence supports the theory that these malicious accounts are anomalous in nature, and that they have the ability to appear within computer networks without communicating with the network in any way.
Addendum 3/31/19: Due to the unknown nature of SCP-XXXX and the inherent risks to Foundation cyber security, SCP-XXXX was granted the object class Keter on 3/31/19
A reminder to all employees: ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT CYBER SECURITY BREACHES. Never give your personal information, usernames, passwords, or money to anyone, especially people YOU DO NOT PERSONALLY KNOW.
If you find you have received one of these emails, please alert Site 58's cyber security team via email at (ten.tenpics.tsil.85s|rebyc#ten.tenpics.tsil.85s|rebyc) or by phone at (712-555-0786). Our team is available 24/7 and will step you through the process of safely deleting the instance and helping to remove this issue from our system.
Thanks again for helping to keep our network, and our people, safe from these threats.
Please let us know if you have any questions or concerns.
Regards,
SIGNED
Shannon Nottingham-Spencer
Chief, Cyber Security
SCP Foundation Site 58
672-555-3425
Subject: Remember me
To: ten.tenpics|latd#ten.tenpics|latd
WARNING: Automated Foundation security has identified this email as a possible phishing scam. You are advised to alert site cyber security. Do not open any links or input any personal information, usernames, or passwords.
Hello,
It’s Leonard from Memetics. Please try to remember. Go to the breakroom, you’ll see the hack-job you and I made of fixing the coffee machine with duct tape. Maybe you still have that red tie Bailey and I got you for your 31st. Please try to remember, maybe you’re a lucky one.
Anyway.
I am attempting to alert you about a very serious threat to you and the Foundation. Try this link, and look into it if you can. I’d recommend sending this email through to the Green Room to try and screen out anything that might have leaked through. You know, it’s kind of funny. The end of our little world is out there, waiting, and I can’t even bother to put a warning at the beginning of this email. I’m just tired, man. We’ve tried so many iterations, and we just can’t get one to stick.
Remember me,
Leonard Carlsson, from Memetics.
Attachments:
2fG42x7y.pdf
Attempt: 28
Pay attention: do not think about or refer to this document by a memorable name. No scip numbers, no nicknames. Don’t even tell someone about “this weird email I got”. This is simply one pdf out of many. The Big Bad Wolf didn’t like Red knowing his name. More on that later.
First there was just me, Brandon Jacobsen. You probably don’t remember me. I remember you. I’ve spent a long time remembering every name of every person in my wing: every friend, janitor, and every D-Class whose dossier I glanced at. I found a while ago that memory is the one thing I shouldn’t lose. I saw what happened to Carl. Anyway, we’ve decided that if nothing else we should record our story here.
It’s getting hard to remember many things, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget how I came to be here. I was on a case, doing prelim investigation. We got a tip from some hitchhiker’s travel blog, talking about this small town she found. She wrote it off as a victim of the housing crisis, another forest of foreclosure. But there was more to it. By the time I got there the town had a population of 6,500. Despite that, there were 3 schools, 2 understaffed hospitals, and 1 run-down remains of a “little Germany”. I did some field work. I interviewed some residents, broke into a few houses, and came back to Site 58 to start connecting the threads. Then I found a lead on an it, and that’s when I was sent here.
I gave it a name back then; one I can’t repeat here. I can’t give too many details, but so far we think background information is okay. Leonard found that allegory is the only way to reference our it without getting sniffed out. So later in this email I will tell you the story of the Big Bad Wolf.
I found myself cold, alone. In a dark mirror of where I was. Color was washed out and empty, white became ash. I didn’t feel anything, I still don’t. Just the slow grindstone of time against me. It took probably weeks to discover a way of communication.
We don’t know why this machine works here. Maybe it’s the last machine there with a goddamn Ethernet cable. Maybe this was thought up by someone smarter than me who was trapped here long before I arrived. Who cares. I found it, and by some miracle it was connected to our network. I tried to get help, but after so many attempts it became clear…
I was erased.
There were no employee files on record, not a single piece of paper with my name on it. And not only that… not a single person I reached out to had ever heard of me. I tried everyone I knew. Years of work, office parties, friends from back home. All gone.
Of course I tried describing what happened to me. I told my closest friend, Carl Simon, about what I found back when I disappeared, told him what I had accidentally uncovered. Before long, I heard his very familiar voice calling out, confused. I had trapped him here. When I reached him, I found my good friend, but all he found was a stranger in the dark. The Big Bad Wolf had eaten Grandma, and there was nothing Red could do to bring her back. But I thought that would have been the worst of it…
He was surprisingly quick to accept out situation. He trusted me. He accepted my story of who I was and just got to work trying to get us out. We were a power team. He was the one who first discovered we could censor our descriptions and give background details safely. He even found a way to increase our connectivity to the network.
I wish I’d caught the signs earlier. I knew his life story already, why would I bother grilling him on the details of his own life before coming here? But I guess like muscle, memory is prone to atrophy if unused here. While I was busy memorizing names of who to email and how the Foundation worked, Carl made himself busy with technical work. We had a rhythm. By this time, Clarissa had joined us here. She used to be a psychologist at the Foundation. She also took it pretty well, not without her share of tears, but she did. Anyway. It wasn’t until I mentioned Carl’s wife to her that we realized something was wrong. Carl didn’t remember having a wife. Just stared at me.
Apathy’s a bitch. Once a man realizes he has nothing to live for, then what’s the point of living? He stopped working after that. Just a dark, glassy stare. Claire has likened the memory loss to a burning rope: It burns from the bottom up, starting with your oldest memories and working its way upwards. Once enough has burned up, you’ll have nothing. Just a shell, collecting sensory information with no processing. It turns out even I don’t remember my life before joining the Foundation.
Clarissa and I tried everything we could. We’ve workshopped everything from typing official scip reports to writing in hexadecimal. Hell, we even tried sending audio files. That’s how Leonard got here. After hearing our mp3 he was sent here like the rest of us. Having worked in memetics, he was the one to figure out that it’s the thought that counts. He quickly came up with the idea of allegory. If Red hadn’t heard of the Big Bad Wolf, Grandma would have been fine.
But still, our attempts getting a message through weren’t perfect. There are now five of us here. Alex Thurman, Theresa Caine, Clarissa Lynn, Leonard Carlsson, and myself. Carl Simon is gone. I hope to god you recognize one of those names. We’ve got a few roles assigned. Claire is tasking us with memory games and challenges each day, to keep us thinking straight. Leonard’s been a great help in coming up with safeguards and trying to understand the story of Little Red Riding Hood. I’ve been trying to keep an eye on Alex. Two days ago we had a really close call with him trying to get a message to his family.
As I said, Red Riding Hood shouldn’t have noticed the Big Bad Wolf. For her to think about him is to bait him out, for her to understand him is to disappear. I can’t even use my usual scientific vocabulary to discuss the story, that gives too many details. All I can say is that if Red Riding Hood gives the Big Bad Wolf a proper name or form in her mind, Grandma will be eaten. Trapped and erased.
The foundation is at a serious risk. Whatever threat got us here is still out there somewhere in rural America. It is only a matter of time before this happens again.
…
I hope I have given you enough to begin a search. This is the only line of contact to the world. We don’t seem to need food or even much rest, but I know it’s only a matter of time before our memory games aren’t enough to prevent us from losing everything.
If my writing today wasn’t good enough to keep the Big Bad Wolf away from Grandma… I’m sorry. We tried.
You’ll just have to help us on this side.
Date: 4/3/19
You have One (1) New Message
Subject: UPDATE: Phishing scam alert
To: ten.tenpics.tsil|85etis#ten.tenpics.tsil|85etis
Dear team,
We are pleased to report that thanks to all of the hard work of our Cyber Security team, and the vigilance of you all to report the suspicious activity, the anomalous security risk we told you about on 3/31/19 has been neutralized, and a new firewall has been put in place.
However, I would like to remind staff that just because we will not be receiving instances of SCP-4208 anymore does NOT mean you should let your guard down.
Remember, only YOU can prevent cyber security breaches.
Regards,
//SIGNED//
Shannon Nottingham-Spencer
Chief, Cyber Security
SCPFoundation Site 58
672-555-3425
No other ideas yet, Capn.
