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Rainforest Canopy Overlooking SCP-XXXX-A

Item #: XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:

Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation of three separate, monolithic structures, designated SCP-XXXX-A, SCP-XXXX-B, and SCP-XXXX-C. These instances are located within the Amazon River Basin, Indonesian Coral Triangle, and Western Siberian Plateau, respectively. Each instance is identical ovoid sphere with an estimated height of one hundred meters and radius of twenty-five meters.

The surfaces of SCP-XXXX are coated with _cm of a smooth, white, chalky substance. While insoluble in water, chemical analysis has shown it to be extremely similar in structure to complex carbohydrates commonly found in plants. When this layer is damaged, the substance will replenish itself at an average rate of 3.8cm³ per hour. Beneath this coating is a highly reflective metal which has proven impenetrable extremely resistant to damage by both ballistic and chemical means.

Various unique species of plants, animals, fungi, and bacteria have been found to inhabit the area surrounding SCP-XXXX, apparently adapted (by anomalous and natural means) to gain sustenance from SCP-XXXX's carbohydrate-rich covering and or the organisms which do. The people of local tribes have been discovered to possess knowledge of SCP-XXXX and to have developed many legends and traditions in reaction to their existence.

SCP-XXXX-A
Located on the banks of the Madeira tributary of the Amazon River, SCP-XXX-A lays horizontally across the

Open SCP-XXXX-A Ecological Profile

Species	Location	Effects
Dinoponera lucernae (Lantern Ants)	Within 20m of instance	A White South American ant with the ability to project beams of light from its thorax at up to 3 lumens. Their nests closely resemble the mounds of termites, often reaching 2m or more in height. Primarily composed of regurgitated material sequestered from SCP-XXXX, intricate patterns are carved into their surfaces, resembling those common to the traditional weavings of local tribes. These carvings have a cognitohazardous effect which renders observers physically, through psychological means, unable to harm the mounds.
Myrmecophaga scalpatiorens (Walking Anteater)	Within 40m of instance	A Giant Anteater which ambulates solely using its hind-limbs, allowing for the development and use of 30cm long claws on its forelimbs. Standing fully erect, they can reach up to 1.8m at the shoulder. Feeding almost exclusively on Dinoponera lucernae, they have evolved total blindness, instead navigating through their environment with a form of echolocation. Despite showing no other obvious signs of higher intelligence, these Anteaters are known to produce rudimentary woodwind instruments, often cooperating with others to produce complex melodies.

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The Rénlóng Serpents of the Far East

Item #: XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:

Description:
SCP-XXXX designates a population of serpentine organisms concentrated in East Asia, which possess limited reality-warping capabilities. Referred to as Rénlóng in documents discovered in sites across China dating back to the ancient Shia.

SCP-XXXX-B are a race of amphibious humanoids holding a resemblance to Pelodiscus maackii or the northern Chinese Softshell Turtle. Individuals possess a leathery, pliable carapace which extends over the shoulders, and a wet, permeable skin which varies in color from stark blacks in females to semi-translucent whites in males. Under this skin is ossiferous tissue forms a subcutaneous matrix across large parts of their bodies, which allows for cutaneous respirarion while providing protection to most major internal organs. They stand upright at approximately 2.7m upon adolescence.

While reality-altering capabilities vary greatly between individual instances of SCP-XXXX, abilities commonly include ___. The presence of these anomalous characteristics, along with the secluded lifestyles of most instances means contact between SCP-XXXX and the public is virtually unheard of.

(bit about petrified renlong being found occasionally and the fight against unseen beings and maybe a group/groups of tribespeople whom actively support or subsidize renlong efforts)

Even before the advent of the Xia civilization, tribal worshipers of progenitor deities to Nüwa and Fuxi made use of corporeal augmentation as a means to attain spiritual fulfillment and show their status. While basic augmentations, such as the addition of features such scales, horns, or the reconfiguration of existing bone structures, was not uncommon, the complete restructuring required in order to perform SCP-XXXX-A was an extremely dangerous procedure even when performed by skilled thaumaturgists. It is for this reason that existing SCP-XXXX populations were minuscule and largely made up of committed holymen and ambitious conquerors before the practice would be refined and reach its peak under the Xia Dynasty.

During the period in which the Xia Empire was in contact, and often at war, with the Daevite Empire, Daevite thaumaturgists developed a series of organisms which would come to be known as "Lao hu", or Tigers, to the Xia. As SCP-XXXX instances were increasingly enlisted to fight against Daevite forces, largely successfully, these organisms were designed to hunt down instances of SCP-XXXX off and on the battlefield.

The Plateau's Writhing Skeleton

SCP-XXXX
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
SCP-XXXX is a ziggurat complex located within the Central Siberian Plateau. This complex is upwards of __ in size, sporting __ individual buildings, surrounding a central ziggurat __m in width.

The central ziggurat lies atop a subterranean network housing the hibernation cocoons of countless Adytites. While many of the facilities are dehydrated and in hibernation themselves, several anomalous entities still maintain the complex, namely the descendants of the Children of the Night.

Organic patrol vessels, containing halkost troops, crawl along the mountains, searching for the return of the people of Adi-Um. While many are still in working condition, rotting or incapacitated vessels are not uncommon. Most outside of the exclusion zone are simply led in circles by Foundation drones.

Halkost at Sea

The nature of the gods has always been an interesting question. To most, the truth was unknowable, but nonetheless considered among the most important of their lives.

Were they beings which had existed since the beginning of time?
Were they once men who had used their knowledge to realize apotheosis?
Or were they simply forces of nature which were misunderstood?

Some undoubtedly were, but then again, time wasn't the beginning.
Many had done it before, but really, consuming the bones of a demigod wasn't apotheosis.

For the few who had seen the color of a god's eyes, the question took new form. For them, it was now longer a matter of how a man could become a god but a matter of what made a god any different from a man.

On Broken Wings

butt.

On stone feet and feather wings, they fluttered through the forest. As the weight in the woman's chest pulled her forwards, stumbling toward the sprite, she could not help but marvel at the sight. With but of a flap of its wings, it defied the force which forever tied her to the ground. It mocked her with its beauty. Its song was truly profound. It was not burdened by blood or stunted by scars. It was only happy sing. It did not kill, or hate, or lie. That is why it is a sin to kill such a thing. It is why she began to cry.

She slowed, and stopped, and sat. It was never her forest, she was only a guest, but she'd made one hell of a mess. Hoping for death beneath the trees, the delighted beast dropped down beside her. She looked up, without saying a word, and the bird immediately blessed her.

"Are you an angel?"

"Shut up and let me get you out of there."

"The metal is jagged, be careful. Are you drunk?"

"No. Are you high?"

"Yes. If I wasn't, I'd have died of Neurogenic Shock," he noted through labored breathes.

"Wait, what?"

As she finally lifted the large chunk of concrete off his leg, he cringed and passed out.

OBW Notes

Notes

Ezekiel
A Foundation Reality Bender Specialist sent into Her City to study the regions effects and analyse data brought in by explorers. When the facility came under attack by benders trying to retake a recently acquired prisoner, rash actions needed to be taken. Ezekiel volunteers to be turned into a human EMP, getting inked to the bone, drugged out of his mind, and thrown out the door. He successfully drove off the attackers, but in the process fried most of the facility.

Angela
A GOC operative sent into Her City on mission to kill reality benders holding a former GOC outpost and retake it. Ambushed by a group of reality benders who planned to steal reality-killing GOC weapons, the attack was nearly counter-countered by a benevolent and powerful bender. Angela misguidedly shot the benevolent-bender, and, compassionate yet dying, he gifts her his Akuloth. She wanders through Her Forest, delirious, slowly regaining her senses.

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HMMM

+ Proposal for SCP-XXXX Categorization and Documentation

Random Notes:

• Necessitation of mnestic drug-cocktail to observe SCP-XXXX
• Necessitation of mnestic drug-cocktail to observe SCP-XXXX-2 (organisms "infected" with spindly parasites (commensalistic organisms)) (inferred that they usually go unnoticed)
• Straight up anti-memetic effects in regards to SCP-XXXX-3
• SCP-XXXX undergo
• MTFero find himself infected with SCP-XXXX-2 (Can now observe SCP-XXXX-related phenomena without the use of mnestic drugs)(Terrified and paranoid of effects)

Contingents of the Anomaly:

SCP-XXXX

• White, ovoid monoliths of 100m tall & 25m in radius
• Lantern Ants, Walking Anteaters, Eldritch Cows

SCP-XXXX-1
SCP-XXXX-2
SCP-XXXX-3

Characters:

Researcher: Eliza Verstrum

MTF Sole Survivor: Ezekiel Kalisz
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+ More Contest Thing

In the Pursuit of Flesh

Crunch

!

A twig broke under the foot of some hidden creature traipsing through the dense forestry, and the sound of movement suddenly stopped. Crouching down, a boy, not far past adolescence, peered at a squirrel with his horizontal pupils wide. “Finally!”

Pulling the six-inch thorn from its chest, he reset the trap. He could’ve just grown some flesh like all the other amateurs do, but with the real stuff, you could tell the difference. Thus, he convinced himself to spend the last week collecting squirrels and running after the occasional boar.

Taking a piece of twine from his pack, he tied the paralyzed squirrel to his belt next to the other dozen. Holding six fingers to his forehead and noticing the low sun, he decided to head home.

Reaching the point where he could see brick houses peeking out from behind the pine trees, he heard a wet barking. Tumbling out from a bush came what resembled a canine. It walked on four legs, but its grey skin was covered in smooth scales, and its face was skull-like, completely lacking eyes. “Kümpag!” the boy exclaimed, as it rushed over to him, wagging its tendrils and opening its x-shaped maw to lick his hands. “I was only gone a few hours, you goof,” he said as he rubbed its thick mane of brown feathers.

“Píntr, is that you?” Recognizing the voice, he called back, “The one and only. How’s it going, Muzq?”
A girl, about his age, wandered over into the road. “I’d be doing better if you weren’t always hiding from me,” she chuckled.

He reached twenty-one springs before she did, so she didn’t have any of his tattoos or blessings, making her almost look like a child. Almost. Looking from her blue eyes, to her soft cheeks, to her lips, he replied with a smile, “Quit teasing me, it’s called working”

“Well, if you’re ever done working, think about coming to my Lovarakkam, okay?”

Píntr agreed. Of course, he was going! He’d never tell her, but he’d practically been praying for her to ask. Saying his farewell, he ducked into his shack. Cracking all twelve of his knuckles, Píntr went back to work. Breaking bones, sewing sinews, and forming flesh, another organ-system was nearly complete. “Shnid!” he just barely didn’t have enough connective-tissue. Grabbing up his Veärl-pelt coat, he rushed back out the door.

The forest around Kanv’sh had always been dense, thanks to the richness of the soil, but the trails were well-worn. Píntr’s blessings might have enabled him to see in the dark, but he still thanked the hunters before him for making it easier. There was the distant cracking of branches, and he drew his hand-spear.

“Hjälp!” There were strange creatures in these woods, but this was no animal.

“Ajutor!” He just barely saw a light coming through the trees.

“Auta!” There it was again, from over—

“Help!” Finally, something he could understand. Píntr called back, “Don’t worry, I’m almost—”

Reaching a clearing, Píntr froze. Out stumbled a man, clad in black metal from head to toe, shining a light from his eyes and holding a woman in his arms. Cloaked in a white robe and stained with blood, she turned her head toward him and groaned weakly. “Jesus Christ, not a damned Sarkite”.

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+ Cold Snap

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+ Cold Snap Notes

• Ion is an adolescent orphan/apprentice who is tired of seeing abuse
• Daevite Mother and Concubinus Father gone
• He works with an alchemist
• Alchemist- Trying to get put on the map
• Lady-friend/- makes a gift for her
• She works in a turnip (revise with more swank) field

• ~1800 years BCE
• Cikavak- Plague Doctor-ish, woven mask of herbs, different disease, link to other origin story?
• Firebird- Temptation of Archon???
• Koschei- Bad-creepy slave owner of ___

• "The Valkzaron refers to Ion as having been born to a Daevite mother and sired by a concubinus father - implying that males born of such unions were destined for slavery. The exact nature of Ion's bondage is unknown but his supposed intellect suggests that he was not used for combat or manual labor, perhaps serving under an alchemist or priestess."

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+ Ink Laden Mind

Warning:
This SCP is considered cognitohazardous and is guarded by a mimetic agent

DO NOT PROCEED WITHOUT RELEVANT INOCULATION

Entering Credentials…

Initializing…

File Found:

[B]Ink Laden Mind

[B]Item #:
XXXX

[B]Object Class:
[S]Safe
Euclid

[B]Special Containment Procedures:
[S]SCP-XXXX is to be housed within a standard small containment unit.

All knowledge of SCP-XXXX is to be limited to personnel of Clearance Level 4 or above. All other personnel and civilians are to be amnesticized as soon as knowledge of SCP-XXXX is confirmed.

[B]Description:
SCP-XXXX is a six inch long, bronze pen. This pen is somewhat unremarkable in appearance with the exception being that turning the pen in ones hand alters the width of the tip. No mechanism within SCP-XXXX has been discovered, the pen even lacking an ink chamber. The ability of SCP-XXXX to change width and produce dry ink is considered anomalous.

Writing with the pen causes everyone within a 21 foot area to become instantly conscious of whatever was written. This effect extends to any form of writing, graphing, or drawing.

Holding this pen causes approximately 33% of holders to experience a series of vivid hallucinations before from Foundation possession over the course of several hours. Interviewing those under the influence of hallucination has proven unfruitful due to the unresponsive nature of the state. Learning the exact nature of these hallucinations had proven elusive until Researcher Donotelli's first-hand experience of said hallucination. A re-telling of the experience is as follows.

[B]SCP-XXXX Experimentation Log B1
[B]Experiment Transcription:
Dr, Donotelli entered the experimentation room and sat down at the table at appriximately 12:00 Eastern Standard Time. Upon interacting with the pen, the Researcher immediately began observing his surroundings with an expression of intrigue before dropping the en in the process of falling out of his chair.

(Wording hints that it slows time for the holder. )

[B]Post-Experiment Transcription:
Upon picking up the pen, I noticed no real change in my perception. Waiting for the anomaly to take affect, I turned it in my hand, taking note of the change in the width of the tip. After a few odd minutes of fiddling with it, a single drop of ink fell from its tip onto the table in front of me. The liquid sat still at first before bubbling and spreading out across the entirety of the table, weaving an intricate pattern of branching protrusions which came together to form three large circles.

Staring at the pattern, trying to imprint it into my memory, I realized that a drop of ink had gotten onto my hand.