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SCP-XXXX: [TO BE DETERMINED]
Authors: CrankyMonkey2 and TheMightyMcB
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Figure 1.1: SCP-XXXX

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a standard safe-deposit box at Site-139. All testing requests must be submitted to the current SCP-XXXX project head (currently Dr. Samuel Silva) for approval.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a silver ring with a three carat sapphire gemstone embedded in the band. When SCP-XXXX is worn by a human, both the gemstone and the irises of the subject will begin to glow pale blue. For approximately ten minutes following the initial donning of SCP-XXXX, the subject will experience vivid and violent dream-like hallucinations.

Immediately following the conclusion of the hallucinations, a humanoid figure vaguely resembling the wearer will manifest. This entity, designated SCP-XXXX-A, is semi-incorporeal in nature, and can only be interacted with by the wearer. SCP-XXXX-A is hostile to any human wearing SCP-XXXX, and will invariably attempt to strangle or otherwise mutilate the throat of the wearer. SCP-XXXX-A will demanifest immediately upon removal of SCP-XXXX.

SCP-XXXX came to Foundation attention in July of 2004, after a Iranian man named Mahmud Daryush was found dead in the Tsitsernakaberd Museum-Institute in Yerevan, Armenia. Mr. Daryush, a known member of the Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts, had put on SCP-XXXX in his attempt to take the object from the museum, leading to his death. Local media coverage of the robbery was picked up by Foundation media scanners, who then dispatched Agents Zahir Yousef and Azad Mehdi to recover the object. How the ORIA became aware of the existence of SCP-XXXX is currently unknown, but it is believed that the organization was interested in the object for its historical and monetary value.

Addedum XXXX-1: Interview Log

Interview XXXX-1

Interviewer: Dr. Silva

Interviewed: D-9833

Foreword: Following the first testing of SCP-XXXX that did not result in loss of life, D-9833 was interviewed regarding their experiences.

<BEGIN LOG>

Dr. Silva: Alright D-9833, I'd like to discuss today's test. Can you please explain to me what happened when you after you put the ring on?

D-9833: Yeah okay. So I put the ring on, and I immediately get all light-headed. Like, you know that feeling when your vision starts to fade and you realize you're blacking out? That's what happened. Felt like I passed out. Woke up in a nice, but old-timey kitchen, holding a tray of some kinda pastry. I looked up and saw two kids running at me all excited and shouting stuff I didn't understand. They looked pretty well-off by their clothes, and they saw that tray of stuff and looked super happy about it. Sitting at the table was a man, probably their father? I remember sitting at the table next to him, watching the kids tear into this dessert thing, and then I heard a lot of banging and screaming coming from outside.

Dr. Silva: Who was screaming?

D-9833: It sounded kind of far away, maybe a few houses down? The man looked out the window and then bolted. He grabbed the kids and ran out the back door. I followed him, and as we got maybe 10 feet out of the house, we heard gunshots and people shouting. Didn't understand what they were saying either.

Dr. Silva: Were you moving of your own volition during this hallucination?

D-9833: I really don't know. Like, you know how when you dream, you don't really think about moving? You just kinda move. It was like that. I did things and didn't think about why.

Dr. Silva: Understood. Please continue.

D-9833: Right, so we got outside and we're running down the street. I hear the shouting behind us, and more gunshots. I looked over my shoulder and just saw smoke rising from somewhere further away in the city. When I looked forward again, I saw dozens of trucks filled with soldiers. They were going house to house, taking whatever they wanted and then lighting the place on fire when they were done. Anybody they found was either shot or left to burn.

Dr. Silva: Can you describe the soldiers?

D-9833: Yeah, a lot of them were in tan uniforms with a leather ammo belt on their waist, and they all had bolt-action rifles. There were a few others in white with these head wraps on, and a few of them had a sword and this red hat on, I think they were officers.

Dr. Silva: Noted. Can you describe the city itself?

D-9833: I was in a row home, but not like you'd see in like an American city or anything like that. These houses looked like old-school cottages, but smashed together. Off in the distance I could see a big tan clock tower, looked pretty damn new. The whole place was crumbling in front of us, and all the smoke in the air made it hard to breathe.

Dr. Silva: So when you saw the soldiers, what did you do?

D-9833: I did what anyone would've done, I kept running and hoped they didn't see me. Behind me, I could hear more gunshots and screaming, but all I could focus on was getting the fuck out of there. The man and kids were in front of me, and we could hear the shouting coming from all around us, so we just kept running. We ended up stopping in an alleyway to catch our breath, and we saw some more soldiers come by loading a ton of corpses into the back of a truck. After that, we got moving again, but about halfway down the street, we got spotted. I grabbed the kids and booked it. Heard some gunshots and some more yelling, and before I knew it, we ran right into another group of them.

D-9833 pauses and takes a deep breath.

D-9833: They dragged us by our fucking hair across the streets like animals for a few blocks, and then picked us up. We were in front of a mass grave, filled with dozens of charred corpses. The soldiers yelled at the boy, and he stood up. He was screaming and crying , and the officer raised his rifle and just shot him right in the head so he fell into the grave. Then they yelled at the girl, but she didn't make a sound. She just looked at me with tears in her eyes until they shot her. I turned to see the officer raising his rifle. He shot me right in the chest, but I didn't die. They didn't care, and just kicked me into the grave. An officer jumped down, smiled at me, and took the ring off of my finger. When he removed the ring, I was back in the chamber.

Dr. Silva: Thank you D-9833, that will be all.

<END LOG>

Note: Given the details provided by D-9833 of the soldiers, city, and events that were hallucinated as a result of wearing SCP-XXXX, as well as the circumstances of discovery, it is currently hypothesized that the hallucinations induced by SCP-XXXX depict the Adana Massacre of 1909.

Authors: CrankyMonkey2 and TheMightyMcB

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Threat Level: ● Green

Description: SCP-XXXX is a silver ring with a three carat sapphire gemstone. When SCP-XXXX is worn by a subject, both the gemstone and the irides of the subject will begin to glow pale blue. For approximately ten minutes following the initial donning of SCP-XXXX, the subject will experience a series of vivid and violent dream-like hallucinations.

Immediately following the conclusion of the hallucinations, a feminine humanoid figure will manifest within a 2 meter radius of the subject. This entity, designated SCP-XXXX-2, is semi-incorporeal in nature, and can only be interacted with by the subject. SCP-XXXX-2 is hostile to any subject wearing SCP-XXXX, and will invariably attempt to tear out the throat of the subject once noticed. SCP-XXXX-2 will demanifest immediately upon removal of SCP-XXXX.

Experiment XXXX-1: On 15 December 1992, Dr. Silva ran an experiment in which D-37109 was instructed to don SCP-XXXX and remain in the test chamber. Upon donning SCP-XXXX, D-37109 began to twitch repeatedly while repeating the phrase: "I have to keep moving." Roughly three and a half minutes later, D-37109 stopped twitching and SCP-XXXX-2 manifested in front of them. SCP-XXXX-2 let out a shriek of fury, and grabbed D-37109 by the neck. SCP-XXXX-2 proceeded to remove D-37109's esophagus and trachea, and left D-37109's body on the chamber floor.

Addendum XXXX-A: Discovery Log
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Interviewed: D-82930

Interviewer: Dr. Samuel Silva

Foreword: D-82930 is a survivor of an encounter with SCP-XXXX-2. Dr. Silva is asking D-82930 about these recent events.

[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Silva: I know you've been through a lot this past week, but you have to remember what happened.

D-82930: It was all so blurry. My eyes were tearing…I couldn't see anything.

Dr. Silva: You were lashing your head rapidly, you were twitching constantly, you were screaming at the top of your lungs. You don't remember any of that?

D-82930: It…it was like I was in a dream. Everything just went by so fast, I really can't remember.

Dr. Silva: Stop acting like sorrowful simpleton. Now, use that little bulb that you call a brain and try to remember what you saw.

D-82930: I told you, I don't…<breathing heavily> Oh my god. They took them…they took them from me.

Dr. Silva: Them? What are you talking about?

D-82930: When I was "dreaming", it didn't feel like I was myself. I felt like I was looking through someone else's eyes. I didn't know who, but I remember having this panicked feeling; like my heart was going to explode.

Dr. Silva: I need details, be specific. Was there anyone else in the room?

D-82930: There were these two kids, one girl one boy. I didn't know them or who they were, but I knew that I cared about them. They had these exhausted looks on their faces, and they were covered in dirt. Then, there was a flash.

Dr. Silva: A flash?

D-82930: It was like staring at the sun; I was completely blinded. When I regained my vision, I was in a different location.

Dr. Silva: Were you still with the kids?

D-82930: Yeah, I was, but we were outside. It was dark, you could see the moon in the distance. We were down to the ground, crouching through the dark. I remember hearing the roaring sound of gunfire in the distance and the smell of singed hair flooding my nostrils.

Dr. Silva: A war zone, perhaps?

D-82930: No, this was different. This wasn't a typical war zone, it was a town. There were houses all around us, and I couldn't help but feel that I had seen this place before. <D-82930 drinks a sip of water> About halfway down the road, I heard yelling, and then there was a shadow of a man. We hid behind the nearest building. I felt the wind as the man ran past, but he did not see us. We continued on the path we were taking, until there was another flash.

Dr. Silva: Another location?

D-82930: This time it was different. Instead of a town or a room, it was just a wall. It was twice as tall as me and covered in barbed wire; I knew that getting over it would not be easy, but it had to be done. I started climbing the wall, feeling the barbed wire cut my skin each inch I moved. Finally, still soaked in blood, I reached the top of the wall. I opened the bag that I had packed, and grabbed a rope. I threw the rope down, and the kids scaled the wall. When we finally got off the wall, we gave each other a hug. I felt this huge sense of relief, like someone had lifted two ton weights off of my shoulders. We continued to walk forward. Then…<D-82930 begins to tear up>

Dr. Silva: Come on. What did you see?

D-82930: <still tearing> There was a light, not a flash this time. This time it was a searchlight. When my eyes rested, I noticed that we were surrounded by soldiers. They began shouting at us in…I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it wasn't English. They had their rifles ready, and they were pointing them at my children. Then, one of the soldiers pointed at my kids. Two of the soldiers went to grab them, but I wouldn't let them take my babies. I grabbed my kids and shouted back at the soldiers. Then, I heard a shot. I looked down, and I was oozing blood. I feel to the ground, still feeling the bullet move inside of my flesh whenever I took a breath. I watched as the soldiers took my children from me. I can still hear their distant screams for help as I sat there bleeding to death. I thought that it was over, but then one of the soldiers came back. He stared at me in the eyes, and gave a toothy grin. Then, he reached down, and grabbed the blue ring off of my left hand. He walked off into the shadows, leaving me in a pool of blood. There was another flash.

I was back in the testing chamber, still sitting in the chair with my hand behind my back. That was when the shadow woman appeared. She stared at me, like she was inspecting a new car. I can't describe how, but I felt this feeling like we were connected, like we were kindred spirits of some kind. It took me a while before I finally realized who she was. The visions I just saw, the sounds I heard, the blood I shed, those were not my visions, they were her's. She then disappeared, and I quickly removed the ring. But even after I removed it, I couldn't stop picturing the soldiers ripping my kids out of my hands…Who does that? How can someone be that evil? <D-82930 breaks into tears>

Dr. Silva: I am truly sorry that you had to witness these…horrible atrocities. You may return to your cell. This interview has run its course.

[END LOG]

McB Logs

Addedum XXXX-1: Experiment Log

► Open Addendum XXXX-1

Addedum XXXX-2: Interview Log

► Open Addendum XXXX-2

▼ Close Addendum XXXX-2

Interview XXXX-1

Interviewer: Dr. Samuel Silva

Interviewed: D-9833

Note: Following the first testing of SCP-XXXX that did not result in loss of life, D-9833 was interviewed regarding their experiences.

[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Silva: Alright D-9833, I'd like to discuss today's test. Can you please explain to me what happened when you after you put the ring on?

D-9833: Yeah okay. So I put the ring on, and I immediately get all light-headed. Like, you know that feeling when your vision starts to fade and you realize you're blacking out? That's what happened. Felt like I passed out. Woke up in a pretty run-down kitchen, holding a tray of some kinda pastry. I looked up and saw two kids running at me all excited and shouting stuff I didn't understand. They looked really poor judging by their clothes, but they saw that tray of stuff and looked super happy about it. Sitting at the table was a man, probably their father? I remember sitting at the table next to him, watching the kids tear into this dessert thing, and then I heard a lot of banging and screaming coming from outside.

Dr. Silva: Who was screaming?

D-9833: It sounded kind of far away, maybe a few houses down? The man looked out the window and then bolted. He grabbed the kids and ran out the back door. I followed him, and as we got maybe 10 feet out of the house, we heard gunshots and male voices shouting. Didn't understand what they were saying either.

Dr. Silva: Were you moving of your own volition during this hallucination?

D-9833: I really don't know. Like, you know how when you dream, you don't really think about moving? You just kinda move. It was like that. I did things and didn't think about why.

Dr. Silva: Understood. Please continue.

D-9833: Right, so we got outside and we're running down the street. I hear the shouting behind us, and more gunshots. I looked over my shoulder and just saw smoke rising from somewhere in the village. When I looked forward again, a truck pulled up right in front of us, and a bunch of soldiers got out. Probably around 5 or 6.

Dr. Silva: Can you describe the soldiers?

D-9833: Yeah, they were in tan uniforms with a leather ammo belt on their waist [[footnote]]This description matches that of uniforms worn by the Ottoman Empire during World War I.[[/footnote]], and they all had bolt-action rifles. One of them had a sword and this red hat on, I think he was an officer.

Dr. Silva: Noted. What did the soldiers do?

D-9833: They got out of the truck and started shouting. One of them pointed towards the town, so we started walking that way. A couple feet up the road, one of the kids tripped, and the officer kicked him right in the chest. I was fucking pissed. Kicking a little kid like that. I got really fucking pissed. I jumped on that bastard and punched him in the face. I know it hurt cause I was wearing that ring. Cut him right across the chin. Didn't get another swing in because one of the other soldiers hit me with the butt of his rifle and I fell down. The man saw that and jumped in too, but one of the soldiers shot him and then stabbed him with a bayonet. I tried to get up to stop them from hurting the kids, but I got a boot to the face.

Dr. Silva: Go on.

D-9833: The officer grabbed the kid who fell and threw him out onto the road. He pulled out a pistol, looked me in the face, and shot the kid in the head. He spat at the corpse and then leaned in real close as the soldiers shot the other kid. He walked to me, kicked me to the floor, and stole the ring on my right hand. He looked at me with a toothy grin, the fucker. The last thing I saw before coming out of it was the barrel of his pistol as he put his boot on my throat and pulled the trigger.
Dr. Silva: The officer shot the kid?
D-9833: He didn't even fucking hesitate! Just pulled the trigger and that was it, no remorse, no feeling. Like a fucking robot.
Dr. Silva: After the soldier put his gun barrel to your face, did you wake up from this "dream"?
D-9833: Yeah, I was back in the testing chamber. I thought everything was normal until I saw that freaky ghost woman. She was just…staring at me, like she was inspecting a car. Given what happened to the other guy that wore this ring, I removed it immediately. The woman shrieked, but she didn't have enough time to kill me. Then, I just sat back and tried to process everything. I couldn't figure out what that dream meant. Who were those people? Then, it hit me…
Dr. Silva: Go on, then.
D-9833: The smoke, the guns, the smell of blood, that wasn't a dream. It was a fucking memory. And it wasn't me in the dream, it was the woman! That ghost lady had kids, and those soldiers just fucking shot them…Why? Who is that evil to take a child's life.

Dr. Silva: I'm fairly certain that this interview has run its course. Now, you will be escorted back to your cell. Thank you for your cooperation.

[END LOG]

Basic idea: woman is in line for execution with 500000 something Armenians. Her children are close to her as they wait. We can describe the look of the soldiers here. Then, some random man attempts to make an escape, fails, and is brought to the line. They slit his throat in front of everyone. Then, near the end, we watch all of these people wail until we get to the kids. Both of the mother's kids die before her, and then she is shot. But this might be too close to WW2.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a standard safe-deposit box at Site-139. All testing requests must be submitted to the current SCP-XXXX project head¹ for approval.

Immediately following the conclusion of the hallucinations, a feminine humanoid figure will manifest within a 2 meter radius of the wearer. This entity, designated SCP-XXXX-A, is semi-incorporeal in nature, and can only be interacted with by the wearer. SCP-XXXX-A is hostile to any human wearing SCP-XXXX, and will invariably attempt to strangle or otherwise mutilate the throat of the wearer. SCP-XXXX-A will demanifest immediately upon removal of SCP-XXXX.

SCP-XXXX was discovered after the owner of a pawn shop in Istanbul, Turkey was found dead, having had all major blood vessels in the neck severed via a large bite wound to the throat. Despite the violent nature of the crime, no DNA evidence was found at the scene, leading to further investigation from Foundation agents. The anomalous effect of the item was uncovered when a Turkish police officer attempted to wear SCP-XXXX and was killed by SCP-XXXX-A.

Addedum XXXX-1: Interview Log

Interview XXXX-1

Interviewer: Dr. Silva

Interviewed: D-9833

Foreword: Following the first testing of SCP-XXXX that did not result in loss of life, D-9833 was interviewed regarding their experiences.

[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Silva: Alright D-9833, I'd like to discuss today's test. Can you please explain to me what happened when you after you put the ring on?

D-9833: Yeah okay. So I put the ring on, and I immediately get all light-headed. Like, you know that feeling when your vision starts to fade and you realize you're blacking out? That's what happened. Felt like I passed out. Woke up in a nice, but old-timey kitchen, holding a tray of some kinda pastry. I looked up and saw two kids running at me all excited and shouting stuff I didn't understand. They looked pretty well-off by their clothes, and they saw that tray of stuff and looked super happy about it. Sitting at the table was a man, probably their father? I remember sitting at the table next to him, watching the kids tear into this dessert thing, and then I heard a lot of banging and screaming coming from outside.

Dr. Silva: Who was screaming?

D-9833: It sounded kind of far away, maybe a few houses down? The man looked out the window and then bolted. He grabbed the kids and ran out the back door. I followed him, and as we got maybe 10 feet out of the house, we heard gunshots and people shouting. Didn't understand what they were saying either.

Dr. Silva: Were you moving of your own volition during this hallucination?

D-9833: I really don't know. Like, you know how when you dream, you don't really think about moving? You just kinda move. It was like that. I did things and didn't think about why.

Dr. Silva: Understood. Please continue.

D-9833: Right, so we got outside and we're running down the street. I hear the shouting behind us, and more gunshots. I looked over my shoulder and just saw smoke rising from somewhere further away in the city. When I looked forward again, I saw dozens of trucks filled with soldiers. They were going house to house, taking whatever they wanted and then lighting the place on fire when they were done. Anybody they found was either shot or left to burn.

Dr. Silva: Can you describe the soldiers?

D-9833: Yeah, a lot of them were in tan uniforms with a leather ammo belt on their waist, and they all had bolt-action rifles. There were a few others in white with these head wraps on, and a few of them had a sword and this red hat on, I think they were officers.

Dr. Silva: Noted. Can you describe the city itself?

D-9833: I was in a row home, but not like you'd see in like an American city or anything like that. These houses looked like old-school cottages, but smashed together. Off in the distance I could see a big tan clock tower, looked pretty damn new. The whole place was crumbling in front of us, and all the smoke in the air made it hard to breathe.

Dr. Silva: So when you saw the soldiers, what did you do?

D-9833: I did what anyone would've done, I kept running and hoped they didn't see me. Behind me, i could hear more gunshots and screaming, but all I could focus on was getting the fuck out of there. The man and kids were in front of me, and we could hear the shouting coming from all around us, so we just kept running. We ended up stopping in an alleyway to catch our breath, and we saw some more soldiers come by loading a ton of corpses into the back of a truck. After that, we got moving again, but about halfway down the street, we got spotted. I grabbed the kids and booked it. Heard some gunshots and some more yelling, and before I knew it, we ran right into another group of them.

D-9833 pauses and takes a deep breath.

D-9833: They dragged us by our fucking hair across the streets like animals for a few blocks, and then picked us up. We were in front of a mass grave, filled with dozens of charred corpses. The soldiers yelled at the boy, and he stood up. He was screaming and crying , and the officer raised his rifle and just shot him right in the head so he fell into the grave. The they yelled at the girl, but she didn't make a sound. She just looked at me with tears in her eyes until they shot her. I turned to see the officer raising his rifle. He shot me right in the chest, but I didn't die. They didn't care, and just kicked me into the grave. An officer jumped down, smiled at me, and took the ring off of my finger. When he removed the ring, I was back in the chamber.

Dr. Silva: Thank you D-9833, that will be all.

[END LOG]

Note: Given the details provided by D-9833 of the soldiers, city, and events that were hallucinated as a result of wearing SCP-XXXX, as well as the location of discovery, it is currently hypothesized that the hallucinations induced by SCP-XXXX depict the Adana Massacre of 1909.

Dr. Silva: So when you saw the soldiers, what did you do?

D-9833: I did what anyone would've done, I fucking ran. There were more gunshots, more screams, but all I could focus on was getting the fuck out of there. The man and kids were in front of me; we ran down every street. The shouts were getting closer with every turn. We finally caught a break when the man spotted an alleyway that we could hide in. After we heard the soldiers pass, we snuck out behind them.

Dr. Silva: You took a stealthy approach. Noted. Now, can you describe the city after the attacks had begun?

D-9833: The city was fucking crumbling in front of us. The whole place smelled like one massive shit. I had to squint my eyes because of all the smoke in the air. While we were tying to get out of this hellhole, we saw soldiers taking corpses somewhere, we didn't know where. We just kept moving. About halfway down the street, we got spotted by a soldier. The man pointed at us and yelled at us to run. I booked it, with the kids following me. I heard some gunshots and some more yelling. Before I knew it, I heard a storm of soldiers tailing me and the kids. We had to keep moving. I saw another alleyway, so we hid there.

Dr. Silva: You escaped once more?

D-9833: Thought I did. The soldiers found us in no time, and brought us to the streets, grabbing us by our fucking hair. We were dragged across the streets, bumping into pieces of rubble and bodies laying on the ground. I tried to fight the soldiers, but their grip was too strong. They dragged us for a few more blocks, and then it stopped. The soldiers picked us up, and told us to look at the ground.

Dr. Silva: Go on. What did you see?

D-9833: It was a mass grave, with a few hundred corpses thrown inside of it. The smell of shit was so strong that I had to slow my breathing. There was also a constant buzzing, probably all of the flies. The soldiers then yelled at the boy to step forward and face me. He was screaming and crying out for help, like a fucking banshee. The officer then raised his rifle and blew the boy's chest open. The soldiers threw his corpse into the grave. Next was the girl, but she didn't make a sound. She just stared at me with tears in her eyes. They threw her corpse after the boys. Finally, I was left. The officer raised his rifle and shot me right in the chest, but I didn't die. Life clung to me like a fucking cancer. They didn't notice until I had already fallen into the grave. The officer jumped down, stared at me with a toothy grin, and removed the ring from my finger. When he removed the ring, I was back in the chamber.

Dr. Silva: When you woke up, SCP-XXXX-2 manifested in front of you, is that correct?

D-9833: Yeah, it did. I was still wearing the ring on my finger. She looked at me for a while and then shrieked. She started racing towards me, but I removed the ring before she reached me.

Dr. Silva: Which leaves us where we left off. Thank you D-9833, your service is no longer required.

after D-9833's initial bombardment with the soldiers (maybe he escaped via an alleyway)
D-9833: When we left the alleyway, we could barely see ten feet ahead. Felt like we stepped right into hell. Smelt like it too. Everywhere we looked, corpses. They were all covered in ash, which hid their bodies. You almost couldn't tell that some of them were missing half of their face. We wandered on for a few blocks, coughing every few steps. The kid stopped and stared at the ground for some odd reason, so I went to see. He was looking at the corpse of a kid. He looked no older than six, about as old as my nephew. His blonde hair was stained by a mass of black blood pooling right next to him. His blue eyes were bloodshot, you could feel his fear. It took me a minute to realize that his skull was caved in. I pulled my kid away from the corpse, and we moved on. After few more blocks, we saw a congregation of soldiers. They were huddled over a large crater. I tried to hide us, but the kid wouldn't budge. We were spotted almost immediately, and taken to the hole. The soldiers had their rifles to our backs, and forced us to kneel. They gave us time to see what was in the crater….So much blood. Hundreds of bodies, women, children, men, didn't matter. Each one was covered in blood, and had a fearful look on their face. I knew where this was going. Before I could collect my thoughts, I heard a bang. I went deaf for a few seconds, couldn't hear a thing. Then, I glanced to my left. The soldier had put a bullet in my kid's chest, fuckin' executed him. The kid was still moving, clinging onto life. When the soldier realized that his bullet didn't kill, he turned the kid over on his back, and beat him senselessly with his club. Blood was spurting everywhere, he looked like a sprinkler. The guard hit him so hard, that if you put the kid right up next to the Elephant Man, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. I felt like screaming, running, fighting, anything, but I couldn't. I just sat there, waiting for the soldier to finish his work. The kid stopped wriggling, and the guard threw his lifeless body into the pit. Next was me, of course. I don't know if it was the bodies, the air, the smell, but I couldn't feel the bullet enter my chest. All I felt was a shadow of pain, like I was in a dream. I looked down, and saw that I was bleeding buckets of blood all over the ground. I tried to cover the hole, didn't turn out well. I started to feel drowsy, and eventually collapsed into the pit, with all the others. The last thing I can remember is one of the soldiers down into the pit, landed right next to me. He came close to my face, gave me a black, toothy grin before he snatched the ring off of my finger. I slowly drifted off, until all I could see was darkness. When I woke up, I was back in the chamber.

Dr. Silva: Alright then, I guess that's it. All that's left is for TMMB to edit this log to make it seem more realistic.

D-9833: Excuse me?
[END LOG]

17 June 1874: A bit quieter than usual, today. Saw Mum outside folding the linens, and Dad was fixing the roof. Chris got back from work, fatigued as always, and he collapsed on my bed. What a prick. Could he have just slept on the floor? When he woke up, he asked me to write a letter for him. Worried that he'd put a dent in my skull, I said yes, and we wrote a letter to Madeline. I hope she's enjoying her life outside of this hellhole. Been roughly two years since we've seen her, the bitch. Dinner was the same as usual, moldy bread, bland soup, and a whole bunch of yelling from Grandad. I swear, the next time I hear him whine about having to eat shitty food, or how the machines are too loud, I may just end his miserable life myself.

18 June 1874: I managed to steal a loaf of fresh bread from the bakery. Barely made it out, though, the coppers almost caught my tail. When I got home, Dad was sleeping in his chair, covered in ash, and Mum was fixing lunch. I had just settled in when I heard a knock on the door. A man in a top hat, wearing white gloves and a black suit, was on the other side. He said that he was the foreman at the mill where Chris worked, then removed his giant hat. He regretted to inform us that Chris had fallen into one of the machines, and lost eight of his fingers. I comforted Mum, and told her that everything will be alright. Dad started shouting at the man to get his arse out of here. Chris was the only one who could work, he got us our money, our food, everything. Now, we have nothing, and I'm not sure what will happen next.

19 June 1874: We went to see Chris today at the infirmary. Christ almighty, his hands are mangled. Mum gave Chris a hug, Dad patted him on the back, and I just stared. Chris was the strongest man I ever knew, I'd never seen him this weak before. After we got home, I asked Dad if Chris will ever work again. He just stared and shook his head. I sniffled, gave Dad a hug, ate dinner, and headed to bed. Starting tomorrow, I'm gonna get a job. I don't care what it is, I just need a job.

20 June 1874: Not much happened today. I ran along the streets, trying to find a job. I first went to the bakery, hoping the man in charge wouldn't recognize my face. When I asked for a job, he told me I was a prick, and to get my arse out of his shop. Fat bastard, probably eats all his workers anyway. I went to a shoe shop next. The owner was old and grey, probably 1000 years old. I asked for a job, and he said he didn't need the help. What a load of shite. I left, and headed to a textile factory. I was almost sold on the job, but then I saw a woman cut her hand off in the background. She was too tired to feel the pain. I cut my losses, and headed home. Tomorrow, I'll keep looking. I don't care how long it takes, I need a job.

21 June 1874: After walking the streets of Whitechapel for a while, I stumbled upon a steel mill. Carson and Smith Steel Mill was massive, had about 50 workers per story. I went in asking for a job, and the foreman brought me into his office. He said they had a few openings, but weren't desperate for workers at the moment. He started to push me out, until I told him that I knew how to write. He smiled, somewhat surprised I assume, and offered me a job. Finally! It took me ages, but I got an honest to God job. I start on Thursday. Chris would be proud.

24 June 1874: When I came into work today, the foreman gave me a tour. Everywhere I looked, tired men. Not a single one had a smile. The foreman showed me what I had to do. I was in charge of making sure that the pot of molten iron was oiled and ready for use. Not too hard for a kid my age, but the amount of heat burned my cheek. I worked for three hours before I felt like I was gonna faint. A couple hours later, and I was off to my home. Before I left the mill, I was paid a whole 4£, twice of whatever Chris was paid. When I showed Mum and Dad, they cheered and hugged me all over. Dinner tasted great that night, and my bed was even more comfortable.

9 July 1874: Been a while since I've written anything. Not much has changed, Mum and Dad are still alive, Chris is still at the infirmary, and I still have a job. My eyes feel heavy, and I'm starting to wheeze. At least I'm getting payed though, right?

11 July 1874: I saved enough money to buy today's paper. The main article was talking about how the iron mines have run dry, and many steel mills have been closing their doors. Carson and Smith is still open, however, and growing at that. People are accusing them of stealing other people's metal, and using it as their own product. Nothing has come up yet, and the mill is still running. And as long as the mill is running, I still get paid.

12 July 1874: Grandad passed away this morning. No one cried, not even Mum. We all knew it would happen sooner or later. I buried him in the backyard, and we all said our final prayers. It's hard watching the man who taught you how to write shrivel up into a useless hack. Takes a lot out of you. If I had any energy, I'd cry.

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