Per 
- Hub
- DrCaroll - "Doomsyesterday"
- DrChandra - SH Documentation
- Stormbreath - "The Fifth Angels of the South"
- Stallmantic - IJAMEA or Exploration Tale
- Stormbreath's Tale
- ICSUT - Stallmantic, DrChandra
- collab - Final Entry
Team Mikasa Hub
Team Mikasa: stormbreath (captain),
DrChandra,
DrCaroll,
Stallmantic
"Roles:"
DrCaroll responsible for creation of required SCP article;
stormbreath responsible for creation of Fifthist GoI format;
DrChandra responsible for creation of SH GoI format;
Stallmantic responsible for IJAMEA tale;
Remember:
Each entry must be posted by its primary author. Collaborative entries between teammates are encouraged but each author must contribute at least one (1) entry which was mainly written by them.
Some possible ideas:
- The universe that got trashed was one in which the Foundation broke into Heaven and pissed off the angels. Unfortunately, the angels weren't the ones we imagine when we hear that word. They were all Crocosquids. So the angels got God to flood the Earth so they would start again, but that's when IJAMEA starting breaking into the universe in an attempt to research more about the angels because of Japanese mythology. Also, the Heaven in question is related to the Fifthists.
GoI formats:
- Fifthist documentation and/or song (would be more fun to make tbh -DrCaroll) recovered from the destroyed world (I can write music, I'll see if I can work on that. Best case scenario I can even get audio on it with my band -Stallmantic)
- Serpent's Hand article talking about the Fifthist Heaven
Tales:
- Somebody exploring the ruined universe (kinda like the MC&D, Chandra's idea)(I'll claim -Stallmantic)
<Caroll>: ok so
<Caroll>: heres what im trying to say and idk how to change the ijamea document to say this
<Caroll>: so
<Caroll>: this all started in a timeline like this:
<Caroll>: * kaiju falls, destroys hy-brasil
<Caroll>: * ijamea goes 'woah where tf did that come from'
<Caroll>: * ijamea finds out that it came from somewhere else
<Caroll>: * ijamea tries to go to that somewhere else and goes to the other universe which was already doomed at that point
<Caroll>: * ijamea man loses his brother and says 'we have to keep making these so i can find him'
<Caroll>: thats the entire ijamea timeline of this article
<Caroll>: and then with the foundation its that we found the ijamea's articles
<Caroll>: as in, the foundation in our universe did
<Caroll>: so
<Caroll>: theyre like okay woah we need to document this
<Caroll>: and then find all of this info
<Caroll>: so our foundation are just explorers
<Caroll>: so are ijamea
<Caroll>: the only ones that caused this were the other universe's foundation
<stormbreath>: OH I get it
<Caroll>: yeah
<Caroll>: idk how to make it more clear in the article because i dont really want to fuck anything up
<stormbreath>: so the the brother died in an attempt to explore the other universe, right?
<Caroll>: well kinda
<Caroll>: whether hes alive or dead doesnt really matter
<Caroll>: he was "taken" by a kaiju, as in, the brother was taken
<stormbreath>: but he's from our world and was lost in the other one?
<Caroll>: and then his brother, the one that wrote the document, is like "he cant be dead no way we have to find him"
<Caroll>: yes
<stormbreath>: okay gotcha
<Caroll>: everything written about ijamea in this document is from our world
<Caroll>: the brother incident happened in the other world, but
<stormbreath>: I think that that would work better as the first addenda
<Caroll>: the ijamea one?
<stormbreath>: and discuss it as a "Recovery:" section
<Caroll>: true
<Caroll>: hey im really fuckin tired are you okay with doing the recovery bit and alteration to make the timeline a bit more clear?
<stormbreath>: like, we broke into an IJAMEA thing, found this document from a guy talking about what happened
<Caroll>: yeah
<Caroll>: are you good with simplifying things? bc im not lmao
<stormbreath>: maybe not necessarily simplifying, but laying out in a better way to streamline it and make it more clear
<stormbreath>: also - suggestion: I think it'd be better if the runes don't cause a sub to appear, but if you etch them on a sub, it can go to another world
<Caroll>: yeah but like
<Caroll>: the whole thing is that its a ijamea sub
<Caroll>: theyre the ones that are the reason why we have it
<Caroll>: so since they made it, right
<Caroll>: it spawns their submarines
Primary Author: DrCaroll
Secondary Author: stormbreath
Conceptually Contributing Team Members: Stallmantic,
DrChandra.
Critics: Zzuxon,
multizig
Tags: doomsday2018, alive, artifact, carnivorous, cephalopodic, extradimensional, fifthist, hostile, ijamea, inscription, keter, religious, reptilian, sapient, scp, sentient, species, vehicle, war-on-all-fronts
One of five inscriptions required to activate SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: All documentation containing information on SCP-XXXX is to be recovered from decommissioned Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency laboratories and stored within high-priority storage lockers in Research and Containment Site-110.
The creation of SCP-XXXX-1 instances is only permitted with Level-4 authorization. All SCP-XXXX-1 instances are to be kept within Research and Containment Site-110's docking bay. Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 which have been reported missing or damaged to the point of dysfunction within SCP-XXXX-2 are not to be considered lost, with no consideration of recovery.
Explorations of SCP-XXXX-2 are to be performed with the discretion and supervision of Research and Containment Site-110 research personnel. Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") is responsible for all actual exploration into SCP-XXXX-2. Outside of these authorized explorations, no instances of SCP-XXXX are to be created.
As documentation containing SCP-XXXX is still being manufactured within Japan, personnel of Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") are to be deployed within all major Japanese cities to investigate unauthorized SCP-XXXX documentation manufacturing. All individuals found documenting elements of SCP-XXXX are to be taken into Foundation custody for interrogation. Following the conclusion of the subject's investigation, C-Class (Targeted Retrograde) amnestics are to be administered.
The manifestation of any SCP-XXXX-3 instance into Baseline reality is to be considered a precursor for an MH-Class (Large-Scale Aggressor Overrun) Scenario.1 Should the SCP-XXXX-3 instance manifest within Research and Containment Site-110, Site-110's failsafe nuclear device is to be immediately activated. MTF Eta-5 ("Jäeger Bombers") is to be deployed from Dimensional-Site-172 to the ruins of Site-110 to verify the termination of all SCP-XXXX-3 instances.
In the event that any SCP-XXXX-3 instances survive or a universe overlap between Baseline reality and SCP-XXXX-2 remains rather than Baseline reality , Article I, Section 1 of the Hy-Brasil International Security Agreement of 19922 is to be immediately invoked. All Foundation assets are then to begin preparation for an MH-Class Scenario.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a series of inscriptions created by the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA) which, when inscribed into the inside of an aquatic vehicle, alters the vehicle to be a full-size, functional Type-A Kō-hyōteki-class submarine3 (thereafter designated SCP-XXXX-1). Removal of SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties can be achieved by a single laceration through all five inscriptions.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are consistent in terms of markings and interior. Located on the exterior of SCP-XXXX-1 instances is the logo of the IJAMEA alongside the words "研究船舶" ("kenkyū senpaku," "research vessel"). Instances are equipped with radar technology developed in 1994, aquatic diving suits, and food and water rations.
An SCP-XXXX-1 instance operated by Foundation personnel preparing for an authorized exploration.
SCP-XXXX-1's anomalous properties manifest upon entering a body of water. At a varying submergence point, the SCP-XXXX-1 instance will become obscured by a high increase in water turbidity of unknown source around the instance. Upon being obscured, the instance will be transported to an extradimensional location, designated SCP-XXXX-2.
SCP-XXXX-2 is a near-exact replicate reality of Baseline reality. The primary difference is the mean sea level of SCP-XXXX-2 being increased by approximately 500 meters. This appears to have been a gradual change which began around 1993, with the sea level still currently rising. No source for this increase in water has been determined, although rudimentary thaumaturgical analysis suggests it may be linked to the SCP-XXXX-3 population of SCP-XXXX-2.
SCP-XXXX-3 are Large-Scale Aggressors which are believed to have caused an event similar to an MH-Class scenario within SCP-XXXX-2. Instances exhibit characteristics of both reptiles and aquatic hydrocephalus, and range from ~5 to ~300 m in height. Instances are hostile towards all life and have been observed to commonly engage in combat with one another without direct cause.
Instances display several anomalous characteristics:
- Extreme resistance to physical trauma;
- Highly regenerative capabilities;
- Ability to breath thaumaturgical fire unaffected by water;
- Emit higher Elan Vital Energy and Akiva radiation levels than expected;
- Natural sensory detection of EVE patterns.
There are, at current estimates, over five hundred thousand SCP-XXXX-3 instances within SCP-XXXX-2. In addition to the SCP-XXXX-3 population, the population of whales (order Cetacea) and starfish (class Asteroidea) has significantly increased as compared to Baseline reality.
The reason for this increase in population is unknown.
Recovery: The discovery of SCP-XXXX occurred upon sightings of heightened IJAMEA activity within Japan, being extremely abnormal for said Group of Interest. Mobile Task Force Delta-5 ("Front Runners") was dispatched to investigate former IJAMEA operating bases and laboratories.
Upon MTF Delta-5's arrival at the largest former operating location, said laboratory was discovered to still be in usage with multiple IJAMEA personnel operating inside. All IJAMEA personnel were apprehended and are being held in indefinite detention.
The most notable subject was a Hattori Michizane, an individual claiming to be of high importance in the IJAMEA. Michizane refused to reveal any further information regarding his identity or the IJAMEA's current goals.
The following is a note recovered from Hattori Michizane's office within the base.
TO ISHIDA, THE MISSED
31 October 1995
A rogue angel then demon fell from an aquatic numbered rapture to our world. The mystical island of Hy-Brasil was attacked.
The demon went rogue for a reason, yet it was not provoked nor were it's reasons valid. The demon believed that we needed to reset; that we had been given long enough to convert to the side of the star. The angels which surrounded him doubted his statements and banished him from rapture, causing him to flee to our realm.
While in our realm, the demon schemed alone. The demon maintained the thoughts which had led to its banishment throughout its stay in our fragile realm and intended to perform its own Judgement Day. This would lead to the island's doom.
And so Hy-Brasil was attacked. Thousands slaughtered by the hands of the rogue angel then demon. A good portion of the island's population were men and women of science and knowledge of the occult. The rogue angel then demon was eventually killed by men and women of science, but not before the valuable lives were lost.
Man's curiosity concerning rogue angel then demon's fall into our realm grew. Its origins were clouded with a constantly-altering facade, and man had trouble removing the fake face of its birthplace. We, Japan, were plagued with curiosity as well; just not as ignorant as some.
And so, they broke into rapture, deep underground. But you must earn your way into salvation; you cannot steal it.
They angered the angels and, because of this, the angels began to agree with the rogue angel then demon's. They threatened to flood our realm with both sea and the true numbered angels and begin anew. Man did not believe them despite the immense power exhibited because of the rogue angel then demon.
Man did not heed their warning. They entered into our plane and wreaked havoc as promised.
My brother… he worked alongside me during the greatest Occult War. Experimentation of our own began to attempt to find where the angels came from, but Japan was not as successful as others. We discovered a way to open into the dimension in which the angels were currently rebirthing, and this is when our curiosity was also blighted.
We simply watched as they began to remake the new world. They swam majestically through the land, moving with her, the ocean, showing no signs of challenge. My brother and I stood against the glass of the Kō-hyōteki, watching as the angels created yet another chain of being.
As we watched, one took my brother out of my arms.
I must return to find him. The world we explored is not heaven. My brother is not in rapture; I hear his plea.
Do not fear, Ishida. I am coming. I will spread the knowledge of the angels' methods of transportation, and I will find you and return you home.
Glory to Japan.
Michizane has refused to further expand upon this document.
Exploration XXXX-L4: The following is a transcript of an authorized exploration into SCP-XXXX-2, conducted by operatives of Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders").
[BEGIN LOG]
Command: Gamma-6, this is Command. Do you read me?
Angler: Affirmative.
Betta: I can.
Carp: Confirming.
Command: Close the hatch and prepare for submergence.
Betta: Got it.
The operatives close the hatch located on the top of SCP-XXXX-1. They advance forward until an area has been of required depth for submergence has been reached.
Angler: We're ready, Command.
Command: Copy. Submerge in three, two, one.
SCP-XXXX-1 submerges completely under the ocean surface and proceeds to lower to a depth of ~20 m.
Carp: We're about twenty meters down, Command. Awaiting your authorization before proceeding into dash-two.
Command: Whenever you're ready, Gamma-6.
After a brief moment of silence, SCP-XXXX-1 submerges to a depth of thirty meter, activiating its anomalous effects. Gamma-6 is transported to SCP-XXXX-2 after visibility is obscured, as normal.
Angler: Undergoing transportation, Command.
Command: Copy. Report when you've made it, Gamma-6.
SCP-XXXX-1 fully enters SCP-XXXX-2.
Angler: Command, we've made it into dash-two.
Command: Advance under your own discretion, but leave your helmet cameras on and report every sixty seconds.
Angler: Roger that, Command.
Betta: Alert, everyone. There's one right there.
An SCP-XXXX-3 instance is visible through one of the windows of SCP-XXXX-1, approximately 50 m away from the submarine.
Betta: Do they ever leave?
Carp: I'll turn off the lighting.
Angler: Yeah, go do that.
Carp turns off all internal light sources. The SCP-XXXX-3 instance briefly appears to look in their direction but changes course and swims away.
Carp: Command, we can't even be in here for two seconds without a dash-three noticing us. This may be longer than expected.
Command: Reminder that you have rations in the submarine and that you have no limit to power.
Betta: Copy.
Gamma-6 lowers to the ocean floor, entering the submerged ruins of an unidentified city. It begins navigating between abandoned streets. Occasionally, an SCP-XXXX-3 instance will pass overhead.
Command: Gamma-6, report.
Angler: Nothing out of the ordinary so far. Just a bunch of crocosquids and abandoned buildings.
Command: Roger.
Gamma-6 continues to navigate the ocean floor. They continue their course uninterrupted until an abnormality is noticed by Betta.
Betta: Hey, A, you see that?
Angler: See wh— oh. Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Carp: What the hell is that thing?
Angler: I don't know.
Command: Gamma-6, what do you see?
Betta: I think we might be overreacting. It looks like an air bubble.
Angler: All the way down here?
Carp: It's just… floating there. If it were an air bubble, it would go up.
Angler: Then what is it?
Carp: I don't see why you're asking me, A.
Betta: Command, requesting authorization to proceed outside of dash-one to the abnormality.
Command: Authorization granted. Take another operative with you.
Angler: I'll go out with B.
Carp: Ooooookay. I'll just be in here, then.
Angler: Damn right you will.
Angler and Betta take approximately fifteen minutes to properly equip themselves for diving using the aquatic suits found in SCP-XXXX-1. Rushing water can be heard as the artificial airlock opens to SCP-XXXX-2.
Angler: Command, exiting now.
Command: Copy that.
Betta: Shit, it's cold.
Angler: Especially for an area that contains fucking fire-breathing krakens.
Betta: Well, they are cold-blooded, right?
Angler: I don't know, are they?
Command: Remain on task, Gamma-6. Proceed to the abnormality.
Angler: Copy. Advancing.
Angler and Betta approach the abnormality safely. No SCP-XXXX-3 instances are within view.
Betta: There's something in it, A.
Angler: What?
Betta: Is that … a tape? Underwater?
Carp: Well, it's in an air bubble, so…
Angler: Command, I'm going to reach in for it.
Betta: A, I don't think—
Angler quickly reaches his hand into the abnormality and retrieves the recording device. Despite being submerged in liquid, the device remains dry.
Betta: …or not.
Angler: I've got it, Command.
Command: Copy. Return to dash-one.
Angler: Inbound.
Angler and Betta continue to return to SCP-XXXX-1. An SCP-XXXX-3 instance can be seen approaching the two operatives from approximately 500 m away.
Betta: Shit! Shitshitshitshitshit—
Angler: Get down!
The SCP-XXXX-3 instance attempts to attack both operatives but misses its first attempted strike. Angler and Betta continue their attempt to flee towards SCP-XXXX-1, until Betta suddenly halts all movement and spreads his limbs.
Betta: The angels do not dwell in the Heavens above, but the abyssal depths below.
Alpha: B, what the fuck are you talking about? Come on, let's move!
Betta: The arms of the starfish have embraced me.
Alpha: Fuck—
The SCP-XXXX-3 begins circling back towards the two operatives. Angler swims backward to Betta's position and wraps a singular arm around his waist, attempting to swim back to SCP-XXXX-1.
Carp: Hurry! Get in here!
Angler: What the fuck do you think we're—
At this time, another previously unseen SCP-XXXX-3 instance is spotted approaching the two operatives. Angler's breathing heavily increases and he loses his grip on Betta. Despite this, Angler continues to swim towards SCP-XXXX-1.
Alpha: I am so sorry, David…
The original SCP-XXXX-3 swallows Betta whole. The second SCP-XXXX-3 instance then attacks the first, and the two instances engage in physical combat.
Angler: Oh my God, oh my fucking fuck—
Charlie: Hurry the fuck up, A!
Angler finally reaches SCP-XXXX-1 at which point he enters the submarine. Carp immediately begins their ascent. Gamma-6 is transported out of SCP-XXXX-2 via a laceration through SCP-XXXX with no damage to SCP-XXXX-1.
Carp: [Heavily] Uh, Command, we're… we're good. We made it out.
Command: Casualties?
Angler: Um, affirmative, Command. David.
Command: …shame. Return to the docking area.
Afterword: I don't know why he just … stopped. He was looking at me the whole time. He just refused to move and… That wasn't David. It couldn't have been. — Codename Angler
The following is a transcript of the tape recovered from Exploration XXXX-L4.
[BEGIN LOG]
…and so we began the project; damn thing lasted three years. Day after day, through dawn 'til dusk, we worked on the machine. The corpse of the creature fueled our ambitions to learn more about its origins. Curiosity is never a bad trait to have. Looking back on Hy-Brasil, I didn't possibly think that anything else like that could ever exist again. But this job has taught me that nothing is impossible.
That day was absolutely treacherous. No one knew where it came from; it just struck with absolutely no sense of mercy, with the intent to kill anything that moved. Hy-Brasil was most likely targeted due to its affiliation with the anomalous. It could have gone anywhere else in the world; Africa, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, the United States — absolutely anywhere. But it chose a single island that less than one percent of Earth's population even knew existed.
…but, of course, we don't just wonder where things come from. We discover. That's our role in humanity: to advance the world in scientific knowledge and understanding of anomalies that plague the multiverse. So, Project [unintelligible] initiated, led by Doctor Visini. Nobody really agrees what the "true" goal of the project was, but its surface end-goal was clear: figure out where that damned thing came from.
The doctors reached, uh, "salvation" because of this project. Who knew that salvation would be within the depths of the ocean instead of high in the sky? After they went in, they were surrounded by a bunch of those reptilian fucks … and we thought the one that attacked Hy-Brasil was big. These things stood higher than we could even comprehend. But these ones were docile, unlike in Hy-Brasil. Salvation was truly a sight to behold, especially with docile aquatic monsters. The researchers just kept walking until…
They came across a large chapel shaped like a pentagon. A star was labeled on just about every single area on both the inside and the outside of the building. Of course, out of ignorance as well as curiosity, they entered. This was humanity's greatest mistake.
It was filled with people, no, humans sitting around fires singing songs. In my opinion, the songs were quite — gah, fuck. Saying it now isn't going to save us. Their songs were spiritual, and they cast an aura upon the chapel. The aura was calming, but Visini decided it would be appropriate to spare his opinion to the salvation-dwellers.
"Your music fucking sucks," he said. Originally, they chuckled it off and told him to sit down. Knowing Visini, he refused, which just ticked the gentlemen off even more than he intended. "Really. Fucking garbage," he said. And just then, one of the squids leaned down and swallowed one of the researchers. Music is sacred, especially to these creatures. Why? I don't know. I just know that's the fact and we realized it too late.
They came from salvation down — er, up — to us, just to tell us our wrongdoings. Of course, they weren't going to leave us off with a warning. It's never that simple, especially when you're fucking with deities. They decided our only sin was ignorance, and they gave us a time to fix it. We had seven days. Now we have two.
I have a strong feeling that they're going to stay true to their word. I have an even stronger feeling that the punishment stated is going to occur because humanity simply doesn't seem to care. If you're listening to this, somehow, then I just want to let you know… think wisely while in you're in that "salvation". It may just lead to not just your end, but the end for everyone else around you, too.
Logged March 5th, 1993. This has been Dr. Agostinelli… most likely for the last time.
[END LOG]
Notes: In Baseline reality, Doctor Visini was a Foundation Senior Researcher stationed at Site-03, who proposed a research project to determine the origins of UAE-Brasil-78. This project was denied by the O5 Council. Doctor Visini was reassigned to SCP-1982 in 1990 and was reported missing in 1991.
Doctor Agostinelli was a Junior Researcher also stationed at Site-03, who was killed during Incident-N03-78.
The Kaiju Sea
SCP-3534-02, The Salvation of the Starfish, Waterworld but not the Kevin Costner One
Conspectus
The Kaiju Sea is an alternate reality version of Earth, almost completely covered by oceans and inhabited by colossal aquatic and semi-aquatic chimeras. It is speculated that this is where the Quin Krake4 that attacked Hy-Brasil in 1988 originated from. If this is the case, the Kaiju Sea may pose a risk of other such entities invading other realms, possibly en masse5.
Illustration
An orbital photo of the Kaiju Sea, a ruined Earth. Taken by Munin of the Nautilus
Source: https://pixabay.com/en/planet-moon-all-abstract-universe-1039946/
Knowledge
Traits: The Kaiju Sea appears to have been a common version of Earth until some point in the mid to late 20th century when it was subjected to an invasion of Kaiju6 from a currently unknown reality. The Kaiju numbered in the thousands at the very least, and their assault put a quick end to the endemic human population. Their presence also seems to have gradually altered the planet itself, most notably by producing a drastic increase in the amount of water, submerging roughly 90 percent of the land and generating a near permanent fog at the surface.
The Kaiju themselves vary wildly in size, anywhere from 20 to 500 feet. Their bodies are typically an amalgam of reptilian, cephalopod and ichthyological7 traits. Nearly all Kaiju observed to date are pentaradially symmetrical, with body parts that typically come in pairs instead coming in sets of five.
The Kaiju have been observed to be highly aggressive, attacking most other entities on sight as well as frequently battling each other. Although spectacular, these fights are rarely fatal as Kaiju possess both supernatural durability and regenerative abilities. They also possess a variety of offensive thaumaturgical abilities as well, such as being able to exhale spellfire that does not extinguish underwater8.
Nature: The Kaiju Sea is completely devoid of all human and terrestrial life, presumably due to a combination of the mass flooding along with attacks by and competition from the Kaiju. Non-anomalous ocean life is abundant, with a notable increase in the population of most species of starfish. The Kaiju occupy the niche of apex predators, feeding predominately on whales.
The exact population of Kaiju is unknown, but as they have yet to deplete their primary food source, it appears that the Kaiju kill significantly less whales than Humans did during the era of industrial whaling. Given both the size and aggressive nature of the Kaiju, this is somewhat perplexing.
In addition to the problem of food, the colossal size of the Kaiju clearly violates the square cube law, as well as introducing a variety of other scale related problems. Most knowledge we possess on Kaiju anatomy was acquired from ICSUT9, who performed extensive tests on the remains of the Quin Krake1011 after its attack. They came to the conclusion that in addition to possessing extensive non-euclidean biology and abnormally thaumaturgically active cells, the Quin Krake had a relatively low internal Hume value, lessening the effect of our reality's laws of physics on its body.
No one has yet observed Kaiju mating1213. Based on ICSUT's analysis of the Quin Krake's carcass, they are believed to possess biological sex i.e. produce either male or female gametes. The Kaiju that attacked Hy-Brasil was female and contained several million unfertilized eggs14, but did not possess a uterus, likely indicating that eggs are fertilized externally. This would makes sense, as the Kaiju's apparently universal aggression towards each other would seem to preclude the possibility of internal fertilization15.
History & Associated Parties: Exactly how and when the Kaiju Sea was brought into being is not known. There are few known survivors from that realm, and none of those know exactly what had befallen their world aside from a flood and an invasion of monsters.
Certain members of the Fifth Church, Southern Fifthists in particular, have claimed16 that the Kaiju are in fact angels of the Starfish17 and were sent to deliver Judgement upon that world for its lack of devotion, as well as to serve as an example to all other worlds as to what would happen if they did not accept the Starfish into their hearts1819. Other sources claim that the offense was more egregious, and that some mortals somehow tried to gain entry into the Starfish's Heaven during their Earthly lives. The latter explanation seems more likely, as the vast majority of realities have only small populations of Fifthists, and none of them have been invaded by five-limbed angels.
Approach: Many of the Ways connecting the Kaiju Sea to the Library before the Flood are still functional, although passing through them requires a deep dive suit. Also take precautions so that when you open them you will not flood the library, lest you face the wrath of the docents.
The Kaiju Sea may also be reached using vessels, machines, or entities capable of multiversal travel.
There is also allegedly a spell one can inscribe upon any seafaring vessel that will transmute it into a submarine, which will then transition to the Kaiju Sea upon reaching an adequate depth. This spell is said to have been discovered by IJAMEA and is currently kept secret by the Jailors.
Other Detail: Determining how the Quin Krake was able to reach our world from the Kaiju Sea is of paramount importance if we are to prevent such a catastrophe from happening again. One of the most accepted theories among the Serpent's Hand and other Library Patrons is that the Kaiju are able to use their thaumaturgical capabilities to generate their own Ways and migrate to alternative realities. They can do this either individually or en masse.
ICSUT is currently investigating leyline manipulation, in the hopes that our world's leylines could be used to disrupt such massive Ways from forming. Some scholars at ICSUT have also speculated that it was only the failing wards of Hy-Brasil that permitted the Quin Krake to enter our world, and even that was only a chance manifestation of the great misfortune the failing wards demanded as balance for their centuries of protection. The merits of this theory remain hotly debated.
If a way is not found to prevent the Kaiju from migrating to our reality20 we could very well suffer the same fate as befell the Kaiju Sea. Further research is needed to discover precisely how and why the Kaiju travel between worlds in order to find means to deter or prevent them from entering ours. Consider what it took for the Book Burners to bring down just one of these creatures, a large-scale invasion would be truly unstoppable21.
Observations & Stories
That Bird Wizard, the one who calls himself The Wandsman of Kul-Manas, chartered us to take him to the Kaiju Sea shortly after he first heard about it in the Library. He could have got there on his own, but is apparently not a very strong swimmer.
The first weird thing that happened was that we emerged in low earth orbit instead of the surface, which is where I took that photo. Evidently, something about the Kaiju Sea triggered our protective wards and we had to cast counterspells just to land.
The air on the surface was damp and cold, with fog so thick you couldn't see a furlong ahead of you, let alone the sun. The eerie silence was only broken by distant and monstrous wails that carried across miles of unperturbed ocean.
Since we couldn't see a damn thing on the surface, we decided to dive almost immediately. To our surprise, we were right on top of a major city. Couldn't tell you which one though. There wasn't enough left of it. It was all toppled and crumbling buildings encrusted in barnacles and seaweed. It was a heartbreaking sight, to be honest.
Fortunately we didn't have much of a chance to mourn for the people of that world, because it was at that moment that one of the Kaiju spotted us. Do you know what a Mosasaurus is? It kind of looked like that, except with five tentacles in place of a tail, five pairs of flippers, five dorsal fins along it's back and five axolotl gills ringing its neck, each with an eye at the base. Oh, and it was over 400 feet long.
It was charging straight for us, screaming some horrid sonic attack, so we took evasive action. The Wandsman wanted a chance to observe it but Nemo wasn't about to risk the Nautilus and all our lives, and she fired our spectral cannons at it. They barely made a dent in it, and even that healed before our eyes. We tried to shake it but despite its titanic size it could really move. Nemo ordered that we surface but somehow the Kaiju got over top of us. Matching our pace, it started descending, forcing us down with it.
Deeper and deeper we went, each second bringing us closer to being crushed on the seafloor by the colossal chimera. It was then the Bird Wizard proved himself to be more than just an armchair22 scholar. He grabbed a hold of one of our spectral cannons and used it to carve a sigil of some kind into the beast's flesh.
I'm not sure exactly what it did, but the Kaiju started flailing around in pain and it was enough for us to pull ahead and make for the surface. Of course, the sigil healed within seconds and the Kaiju was right back on our aft, its fifty foot jaws opening and snapping shut as it tried to nab us. When we breached it leapt out of the water after us like a flying fish. For a second we were all afraid it might actually be able to fly, but as we rose above the ocean we happily heaved a sigh of relief as gravity pulled it back down into the abyss.
We were less reckless after that. That Kaiju Sea may have poor visibility, but the Kaiju themselves produce so much EVE they light up our Aetherscopes like a Christmas tree. We tracked one of the smaller ones down near the shallows, drove it aground and spirited it into our hold. We've done that a few times now actually. Usually sell them to a zoo23.
If you really need specimens for research, we can get you some of the smaller ones if you have the means to contain it, but it's a fool's errand to try to study them in the wild. It's impossible to observe them covertly; even if they couldn't detect EVE, their non-anomalous senses are as sharp as a sharks and they'll strike at anything the instant they become aware of it. They're enormous, they're vicious, they're magic, and hit and run tactics are the only thing that have a snowball's chance in hell of taking them down, unless you're the Book Burners or course. Or the Shark Punching Center.
- Munin, Second Mate of the Nautilus, Brother of Hugin
Doubt
While the existence of the Kaiju Sea is unquestioned, the true origin and nature of the Kaiju remain unknown. What few observations we have of the Kaiju however do not seem to support the Fifthist's assertions that they are divine beings. They are magical, yes, but appear to possess wholly animalistic and instinctive intelligence.
Fifthists have countered this by pointing out that in addition to EVE, the Kaiju are also known to emit akiva radiation, which they assert is proof of their divinity. This, however, represents a common misunderstanding of akiva. It is not a product of divinity so much as it is a product of faith. Akiva, like EVE, is a result of conscious perception. The difference is that instead of being emitted by the observer, it is emitted by the observed. Anything perceived as holy will emit akiva. The more numerous are the devout, and the more pious their faith, the stronger the akiva becomes. As such, the Fifthists' veneration of the Kaiju may be enough to account for their elevated akiva levels. Kaiju are not 'angels' any more than a cherished rosary is an angel.
It does however seem likely that the Kaiju originate from a Floater universe quite unlike anything on our branch, and that the Kaiju Sea was brought into being when someone from their world attempted to gain access to it, and the subsequent apocalypse was caused by their own ignorance.
These individuals were most likely Jailors, based on witness testimony, recovered evidence, and their general MO. If this is the case, there are two lessons we should take from this.
The first is that we are right to seek and treasure knowledge of the supernatural, for that keeps us far safer than blindly poking around in the dark. The second is that we must not let fear drive us to rash action. I do not want any more worlds to be invaded by the Kaiju, but neither do I wish for us to become like the Jailors. We must not act on fear alone. We must continue to learn about these strange creatures in order to mitigate the threat, as well as to appreciate them for the truly majestic animals they are.2425
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Project Sensuikan, 1990
Purpose: The destruction of Hy-Brasil has caused the anomalous community to turn on its head. Due to the creature's magic-seeking nature, the IJAMEA believes Japan may be the next target, if such a monster is to return. Our parascientists have discovered a method to allow our submarines to enter the world of the Tokage-tako, by using a sigil system recovered from ancient text, we have the capability of studying this world, and the demons that lie within.
The significant goals of Project Sensuikan are as follows:
- Exploration of IJAMEA Zone-001.
- Examination and analysis of material returned from IJAMEA Zone-001.
- Analysis of Tokage-tako entities.
- Discover the means by which a Tokage-tako entity entered our dimension.
IJO-256 ("Asahi") did a final check of his submarine, preparing for their descent. IJO-573 ("Iroha") and IJO-375 ("Ueno"), the two operatives under his command did the same.
"Have you made your final preparations?" General Sako said over the submarine's intercom, "Say your prayers, we do not know what exactly is on the other side, but know that you honor yourselves with your sacrifice."
"Understood, General Sako." Asahi responded, "Will we have comms on the other side?"
"No comms. You are on your own when you get to the other side. It is crucial that if the submarine is in danger that you return to us so we can examine your footage and data."
"Understood sir. Ueno will stay by the sigil. Iroha, come with me for the dive team. Permission to dive?"
"Whenever you're ready."
First the fog, then the bubbles, and then the water. The submarine's inhabitants examined their changed surroundings, watching their familiar home country of Japan be submerged under the deep water. The first to regain his bearings, Iroha began recording his surroundings.
"We're in some kind of weird water world? I'm not actually sure what's going on, everything looks just like where we set off, just… underwater."
"Yeah, that's supposed to happen. This isn't our Japan, its some sort of demonic copy." Asahi responded, having just recovered from the shock, "Get your shit together men. This is uncharted territory."
"But its not entirely unknown right? If its a copy of our world maybe there's some of our computers in there? Worst case scenario we just find out more about how similar this world is."
"Good point. Ueno, can you get us a bit closer to the harbor?"
"Yes sir." Ueno said, almost mechanically.
"Hey, Ueno, chipper up! Of all of the places we can go, at least everything is a little bit familiar here. What, are you worried that we are gonna get at your diary in there?"
"No sir, sorry sir. I will attempt to be more jovial, while still making sure to do my duty here."
"You're hopeless. Lets just get to the harbor."
The submarine floated around the water, back towards the harbor it came from. The doors to the facility were closed, sealed in a lockdown mode. Despite the lockdown, several large holes had been smashed in the large harbor facility. Despite the destruction, no bodies could be seen anywhere in this flooded coastal city.
"Iroha, put on your air tank. We're going in." Asahi ordered, snapping his own air tank on. "Ueno, continue collecting samples here. If we don't return in… say, 30 minutes, return to our Japan with the data."
"Understood sir." Ueno said, "Opening the airlock."
The two men left the submarine and entered the freezing water. Silently, they moved towards the facility. The nearest hole was in the housing area of IJEMEA Harbor-15, where both of the men had been housed for the past year and a half. While familiar on the outside, the housing was unfamiliar, with old furniture dotting the room.
"Command, be advised, the interior of the harbor facility looks a bit funny" Asahi reported, "From the looks of things, something unholy has happened upon this world."
"A bit melodramatic don't you think? Everything is just older… and underwater I guess. Though, I gotta agree, this place is real fucked up, something terrible was here."
The two men continued swimming through the hallways of the facility, searching for the Head Transcriber's room. The hallway split in two, on their right, the harbor and the left to their destination, the offices of the head officers. Moving left, the doors had all been sealed under the lockdown, so Iroha prepared the underwater breach. After a loud explosion rocked the facility, the two men entered the office.
"No hard drives anywhere in here." Asahi said into his microphone, "In fact, I haven't seen a computer here this whole time."
"Hey, look at this." Iroha beckoned Asahi over to the corner of a room where a vacuum-sealed binder could be found.
"Command, we believe there is something here that was left for survivors that nobody has taken. We're bringing it back to the submarine as soon as possible. They look like IJAMEA documents, but the water is too murky to really tell."
"Lets get back to the sub, we're sure to get a promotion for this find. And this place gives me the creeps, I want to get out of this shitty place."
The Japanese operatives exited the room, towards the hallway. As they swam down the hallway, Asahi noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
"Command, we believe we have found something else. There appears to be a large stack of green spheres in the harbor." Asahi reported to his mic, changing directions to move to the harbor, "I'm getting closer to take a picture."
"Asahi, get back here, we don't know what those things are. They could be eggs. or something" Iroha said, grabbing Asahi's leg, "We shouldn't stay here long, we have valuable cargo."
"If they're eggs, all the more reason to document them. I am your superior officer here, it's my call."
On closer inspection, the iridescent green spheres contained something, five arms swirling in side of some green fluid. Hundreds of these eggs stacked on top of each other in a verifiable mountain of caviar.
"Command, we have found eggs, it seems life can exist here after—-"
Asahi stopped speaking, following Iroha's stare towards a large hole in the harbor, where five large eyes stared down at them. The creature, this demon, was at least 80 meters tall, with five long tentacles. The face was crocodilian, an unholy bastardization of animals, grown to a size rivaling the greatest monsters from any movie. The two men froze in the water, hoping that somehow, the demon that was staring right at them hadn't seen them somehow. The water was silent, almost silent enough that if they had listened, they could have heard a single egg fall from the top of the stack, and land on the ground next to them.
The creature jetted towards the pair, quickly closing the distance between the two parties. Iroha thrust the vacuum-sealed binder into Asahi's arms.
"There are still submarines in the harbor. Take it, go to Ueno, and get out." Iroha said, moving back towards the eggs "I'll be right behind you if it isn't interested in eating me."
"Don't do this Iroha, we can both make it."
"Get out of here. This is what we trained for, its more important than me."
Iroha pushed Asahi towards the floating submarines, and started grabbing eggs to crush them in his hands. The only sounds Asahi could hear were his own breaths and Iroha's breath in sync with each other. Silent. Calm. Asahi took a final look back towards Iroha, and entered the submarine. Despite its apparent damage and age, the airlock opened, and Asahi stepped inside.
Iroha's microphone was still on, and Asahi could hear the still calm breath of the trained swimmer. Asahi turned off his speaker, just before the breathing would've been interrupted by the loud crack of a body breaking. The only sound Asahi could hear was his own breathing.
The power turned on and the submarine puttered alive. The busted up submarine puttered towards his own ship, and Ueno moved towards him as well. Asahi exited the old submarine and went into his new one. As Asahi entered the submarine, he wordlessly scraped the sigil off with his knife, then the blue world in his window turned into bubbles, then fog, and then the clear blue sky.
A Storm More Foul, A Land Less Fair
The last King of Hy-Brasil stood on the docks of his kingdom, which had been reduced to nothing more than a village. A storm had come to Hy-Brasil, thunder and lightning like the fury of a god. Delbáeth was a humble man, who wanted his legacy to be one of gradual rebirth for a land that had its very heart ripped out of it. This had been his hope, the focus of his entire reign.
But in front of him stood the monster that had killed his father, his uncle, his cousin, and his home. It had died five years ago and here it was again, twice the size as it had been in the past. The thing towered so tall that its head lay in the storm clouds, out of sight. It was an ugly thing - too many arms and not enough tentacles, a wretch of parts that rightfully belonged to a myriad of beasts.
By all means, a righteous world would not have permitted it to live, and yet here it was nonetheless, devoid of reason and devoid of right.
He had been away from Hy-Brasil when the first bane of Hy-Brasil had destroyed the island - that was how he survived - but he was here now, ready to die with his people. The rest of the world had already collapsed into fire and ruin, brought upon by wretched krakens that had flooded out of some Foundation site in Japan. Hy-Brasil was lucky, for it avoided the majority of the beasts, but even the greatest of places will fall in time.
The monster was too big to swim in the ocean, so it had toppled onto its tentacles and was crawling towards the city. It was making a path that would take it right by Delbáeth, as he stood watching the progress of the titan with disgust. Nothing about it was right, and his third eye screamed in his head how hideous it was. He did his best to ignore the cries, so he could watch the death of his homeland.
The beast crawled right by him, and Delbáeth looked it in one of its five eyes, trying to stare deep into the soul. His third eye pierced the mind of the beast, and found nothing at all. The kraken - all of the krakens - was nothing more than an animal, a creature of habit and a mindless beast. Nothing but instinct drove this abomination. Armageddon was nothing more than way of life for it.
There were many magical wards on Hy-Brasil, far too many. They had done nothing but make the island a target for the first beast, and now the swarm of successors would follow suit. They hunted by magic, and they mistook magic for a food source. Perhaps it was? Perhaps the preyed upon magic itself? Stranger things have happened. But in any case, they would come to Hy-Brasil and find nothing to kill, only a city to destroy.
In another world, perhaps, this would not be happening. In another world, Delbáeth might be more fortunate. He might have been able to form a pact to safeguard the world against monsters like this, and he might have had the chance to rebuild the ruins of Hy-Brasil. But it is not prudent to let one become distracted with the fates of other worlds, for the one that exists is all that matters. In this world, this wretched world, there were thousands of monsters and not enough men to kill them.
The rest of the world had hardly fared any better at all, falling to the beasts when they poured from the sea. America had damned itself with their own nuclear missiles. True, the only way to destroy one of the beasts was with nuclear weaponry, but the fools had pointed their weapons at themselves and pulled the trigger. Yes, their atomic fire vaporized the monster attacking New York, but what had happened to New York in the process?
Other nations - those with the option, at least - were then left with a devil's choice. Did they want to die at the five hands of abominations that did not belong in this world, or at the old familiar fears they had always thought would be their end? They justified their choice by saying that they weren't actively killing themselves, only allowing the end to wash over them.
Delbáeth gripped the spear in his hands tighter, as the beast dragged itself towards the heart of Hy-Brasil. He ripped his sword out of its sheath and it began to glow with a brilliant light. Together, they were half of the Four Treasures of Tuatha Dé Danann, the last remnants of his people's culture. The spear had belonged to Lug and the sword to Nuada Airgetlám I, the namesake of Delbáeth's uncle, king before him.
They were weapons clouded in myth and mist. It was said that no battle held against the spear would be lost, and no foe could escape the sword. If the legends held true, Delbáeth, having armed himself with both, stood unassailable on the rocky coast of Hy-Brasil. Clutched in his hands were the mightiest of weapons ever forged, weapons of great and terrible power.
King Delbáeth, Lord of the Tuatha Dé Danann, Sovereign of the Kingdom of Hy-Brasil, Master of Fair Folk, holding the weapons used to anoint him as royalty, standing in front of a kraken, felt like he was nothing more than a child pretending to be a royal.
From what he understood, the sword and the spear had been wielded during the first attack upon Hy-Brasil. The first bane of Hy-Brasil had fallen in that battle, which did speak well for the power of the sword, but the fool that had grabbed the spear to fight with it had died as well. The beast had rampaged for another hour, and in that hour the heart of Hy-Brasil was torn out.
Delbáeth looked up to the stormy skies, letting the rain hit his face. The wards that had controlled the weather of Hy-Brasil had broken when the rest of the island died, and it was subject to the same atmosphere as the rest of the world. He had been raised in a beautiful land of luck and light, and now it was his time to die in a broken land of darkness and decay.
The Coalition had come in full force before, bombarding and attacking the first beast. But there was no sign of them this time. Delbáeth did not know if they were busy elsewhere, trying to save the last remnants of civilization that still existed, or if they had already fallen with the rest of the world. But the reason why they were not here was of no importance, only their absence was. They were not here, and nothing would change that.
The last king of Hy-Brasil turned to the beast. He thought of his uncle, his father, and all his family who had died in Hy-Brasil all those years ago. They had died in the rain as well, but they had not been expecting it. He, however, was ready. He steeled himself for what would come next, and turned his gaze to the monster eating his city.
Delbáeth screamed. Many of the women in his lineage had become banshees after they passed away, and he channeled them to make his voice a chorus. He cried for the death of his kingdom, for the death of his legacy, for the death of his people, for the death of the world. The wail echoed throughout the city, the last cry of Hy-Brasil.
Tears streaming down his face, Delbáeth glanced at his weapons and realized just how worthless they truly were. The Tuatha Dé Danann were a literal people and their magic followed suit. If not used exactly as intended, the enchantments on the weapons would have no effect. It would find any loophole and exploit it.
The sword prevented escape, and of what help would that be? Any blow from the sword would be nothing more than a prick to the beast, one that would heal within seconds. It did not want to run from the sword and so the sword would be of no use whatsoever. That magic was strong against mortal men faced with Fair Folk raiders, but attack would have no similarities to that. The sword slayed men, not monsters.
The spear would be equally worthless. A fly daring to bite a god is not a battle and it is barely even an attack. The Coalition's assault on the kraken had been a battle, for they had brought weapons to rival the power of the beast. But the Coalition was nowhere to be found and the only weapons that Delbáeth had to his name was two useless artifacts that he was barely trained to wield. The Coalition hunted gods and Delbáeth hunted deer.
The kraken lifted itself on the ground and its head went back into the clouds for just a moment, before coming back down to release a deluge of flame. The city ignited, just as it had before, but this time there would be no deliverance. These fires were final, for all the valiant men in the rest of the world were already gone, and the last remnants of Hy-Brasil had already left.
It was now the time for action, whether it be to flee or to fight. He had the resources to try and find one of the last vestiges of humanity or to flee this world for another plane, like the Wanderer's Library. This would not be the end, unless he wanted it to be. But as he watched the aquatic dragon burn his city, a fire of his own began to burn, deep inside.
He put his sword back into the sheath and braced the spear in his two hands. He knew some spellcasting, and worked it around himself, filling in the gaps with the natural magic of his people. He was not prepared for battle, but he would never be. He was, however, prepared to make a statement. Nobody was around to hear it, but that was of no consequence. He wasn't making it for anyone but himself.
Delbáeth charged.
Analysis of the Plokamisuchus
Unified Thaumatology Quarterly Vol. 75, No. 4, October 1988, pp. 33-40
International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology
Swansea Campus
By Dr. S. Mann, Dr. G. Franklin, et al.
Abstract
The International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology has acquired the corpse of the Plokamisuchus from Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. for study into the biological structure of this anomalous creature. The goals of this study are to provide MC&D Ltd. with potentially valuable anomalous material (as per the acquisition agreement), to examine the creature to determine its full range of anomalous properties, determine its origins and the possibility of another attack, as well as propose possible means of threat mitigation.
Introduction
On June 13, 1988, a large semiaquatic anomaly attacked the nexus of Hy-Brasil, destroying much of the city before it was eventually killed by the Global Occult Coalition, and subsequently recovered by Marshall, Carter, & Dark Ltd. At this point, nobody knows where the anomaly came from, if there might be more, and how to more efficiently terminate these entities if necessary.
Already known properties of the anomaly are that it has the ability to quickly regenerate extreme wounds, the ability to generate a form of anomalous fire, and possesses a monstrous scale despite violating the square-cube law. The goal of this study is to determine the causes of all of these anomalies as well as potentially identify unknown ones.
Methodology
The study will be conducted by performing a necropsy on the Plokamisuchus to attempt to find the origin of its anomalous abilities and generate a more detailed understanding of its anatomy. Bio-samples will be subjected to deep penetrating Aetheric Resonance Scans in order to generate high-fidelity aura readings. Additionally, the creature's humors will be subjected to alchemical analysis, Kant counters will be employed to detect both internal Hume levels and any distortion affect on local reality, and several certified and licensed mediums will conduct a variety of rituals to assess any additional supernatural traits the body may possess.
Results
Outer Tissues
A piece of sclerite removed from the body of the Plokamisuchus.
The outermost layer of the Plokamisuchus consists of overlapping "scales" which require approximately 5 gigapascals of force to break, measuring at 9.87 on the mohs scale and nearly 3 cm thick in some places. These "scales" are actually sclerites26 fashioned into the shape of scales. The amount of metals in this alloy varies from scale to scale. The amount of metals in each sclerite varies but all are made up of a combination of iron sulfides, pyrite, greigite, and biological material from the skin of the entity. [1]
The Plokamisuchus has been shown to have the ability to heal even extremely grevious wounds, in both life and death. Experiments involving resurrected tissue samples has shown the ability to regenerate lost biomatter at a rate of nearly 15% per day. While this is notable, it is still significantly slower than the regeneration shown when the anomaly was still living, where it could regenerate from severe injury within seconds. In both cases, high levels of red and yellow aspect radiation were detected, indicative of thaumaturgically accelerated cellular regeneration (Red) and accessing extradimensional or hyperdimensional stores of matter for said regeneration (Yellow). [2]
The abdominal section of the Plokamisuchus is made of five tentacled appendages, similar to that of an octopus. The outer layer of the tentacles is also surrounded by sclerites, with suction cups protruding outwards. The Plokamisuchus has the ability to modify the tension in its suckers to release or increase the suction from the suction cups, allowing it to effectively grab objects.
Internal Organs
Analysis of the Plokamisuchus's interior was complicated by the discovery of its non-euclidean biology[3]. For those unfamiliar, the topology of non-euclidean spacetime is always inconsistent, both internally and with the surrounding area. Non-euclidean spaces can be bigger on the inside, or smaller, or both. Paths either don't lead where they should, lead where they shouldn't, or lead to multiple places at the same time.
Bio-Thaumatologists have yet to formulate an accepted theory as to how non-euclidean biology can possibly sustain a living organism, however this is believed to be a major factor in explaining how a creature of this scale can exist.
Despite the complications presented by its non-euclidean anatomy, it was nonetheless determined that the Plokamisuchus has all of the organs necessary to sustain life.
First and foremost, the creature has a brain, as well as a nervous system. The subject's brain is approximately 2 meters in diameter and is toroid in shape, possessing a large nerve bundle running through the middle. It is separated into five distinct lobes with one lobe partially destroyed by the GOC's use of the Casaba-Howitzer. This makes accurate examination of possible brain function difficult. However, the entity is believed to have been extremely intelligent, and has displayed tool use27.
Skeletal systems in the Plokamisuchus are somewhat odd as well, with the upper half of the entity having bones and the lower, octopus-like structure having none. Due to the non-euclidean nature of the interior space, there is no clear division between these two sections. The upper half has bones similar to that of a crocodile, with the exception of having five arms with five radial digits and a disproportionate skull with five orbits (eye sockets). The arms of the Plokamisuchus have different joints than that of a crocodile, with a ball and socket joint as opposed to a traditional joint, allowing more human-like arm movements.
The cardiovascular system in the Plokamisuchus is fully formed, with a working heart, gills, and blood vessels. The Plokamisuchus primarily has five large sets of gills on its midsection, but also possesses working lungs, allowing it to breathe above water. The entities heart is heavily damaged from battle, but after removal of the large amount shrapnel in the heart of the entity, it was clearly shown to be a standard three-chambered reptilian heart, albeit large enough to sustain it, at two and a half meters long.
Other Anomalous Properties
The entity has a previously unknown organ near its throat, which allowed it to detect sources of Elan Vital Energy (EVE) [2] as well as the ability to absorb this energy and transfer it into a usable thermic state. This is clearly the entity's source of "Spellfire", a form of anomalous fire that burns underwater, which the entity was observed to use during its attack on Hy-Brasil. Alchemical analysis of the creature's humors reveal its blood to be a luminescent blue ichor, saturated with EVE and likely used to circulate magic through the creature's enormous body to keep it alive.
Kant counters detected a consistently low reading from the carcass and its tissue samples, averaging at 74 Humes. [4] Though the Plokamisuchus was never observed practicing active reality bending, its ability to function at all at such a massive scale violated several physical and biochemical laws. In addition to the aforementioned non-euclidean biology, this low Hume level was likely responsible for its survival in our reality. Its aura reading revealed that it generates highly unusual currents in the Aether[5], and is unlikely to have originated from this reality or even from the same branch or hub as the multiverse as our world [6] .
Other than that, its origins can only be speculated at.
As a final note, while living the Plokamisuchus had significantly elevated levels of Akiva radiation,[7] and even in death its Akiva levels are well above baseline. Aetheric Resonance Imaging has ruled out the possibility of it being a type Black entity [2], so it is unlikely to be the incarnation of an actual god. A more likely explanation is that the Plokamisuchus's species is regarded as sacred by some religious groups. Given how many mundane animal species have been deified by sapient cultures, it's little wonder that a creature as enormous and powerful as the Plokamisuchus would inspire reverence.
Conclusion
The seemingly impossible size of the Plokamisuchus was enabled by a combination of thaumic biology, non-euclidean anatomy, and a low internal Hume field which granted it a degree of resistance to physical laws.
The Plokamisuchus is almost certainly an extradimensional entity, though its precise origin is currently unknown. We recommend a fact finding mission to the Wanderer's Library [8] to narrow down possible origin worlds, and possibly the funding of expeditions to discover said world. How this creature arrived in our world, and the likelihood of other such beings doing so again in the future, remains unknown at the present. The best defense against future incursions would likely be to develop some means to deflect or regulate extradimensional travel to our world. As the Wanderer's Library has demonstrated an ability to redirect Ways in order to refuse entry to unwanted individuals, we know this is possible, and likely warrants further study.
As per our agreement with Marshall, Carter, & Dark Ltd, we recommend that the Plokamisuchus's ichor be sold as a rare thaumaturgical aid, ideal for potions, elixirs and philters. Its scales could be used to manufacture light-weight, high-durability armour. Any portion of the body could be sold as charms to aid in reality bending, due to the low Hume factor. The rest could be sold to any of a number of parascientific organizations (The Foundation, Prometheus Labs, or Eurtec just to name a few) who would be interested in studying the body for its multitude of anomalous properties. Certain parts may also be desirable as trophies.
In regards to possible defences against future attacks, it seems that a reality anchor of sufficient amplitude may be able to restore its Hume field to equilibrium, which would then cause the creature to collapse under its own weight. The fact that it absorbs EVE may also be used against it, as introducing a source of tainted EVE within its proximity may well of have a negative effect on its thaumaturgical abilities.
Given the Plokamisuchus's ability to rapidly regenerate and adapt, these remain highly speculative means of assault. A high-powered, precise attack to a vital organ like the heart or brain, as the GOC used at Hy-Brasil, would likely be the most reliable means to neutralize future attacks.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is a large-scale mechanical humanoid eigenweapon constructed by the Church of the Broken God in order to prevent an MH-Class (Large-Scale Aggressor Overrun) Scenario. SCP-XXXX is currently attempting to enact an MH-Class Scenario of it's own volition.