Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is a rectangular 2-story building that is located in [DATA REDACTED]; it was built in 1917. The building is used as a music venue. 100% of the recorded performers have been found to be suspected of committing a crime on the day of their respective performance. Worth noting is the fact that performances are scheduled to last for 18 consecutive hours.
Data suggests that each crime appears to have a designated song. The performer will sing the designation song for the scheduled 18 hours.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered by the Foundation in the year of 1997. According to the local residents, SCP-XXXX was constructed in the year of 1917.
Notable Performances:
06/04/94
5:30-23:30
O.J. Simpson
Gimme Shelter
09/11/01
5:30-23:30
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Gimme Shelter
04/15/13
5:30-23:30
Dzhokhar Tsarnaev
B.Y.O.B.
06/14/17
0:45-18:45
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This has got to be the funniest thing I've drawn. Tornadoes are so fun to draw; they’re easy to draw too. Why is this kid looking over my shoulder?
"Whatcha drawing?" He asks me. Like, "why the fuck do you have to be so annoying?" Is what I wanna ask.
"I dunno," is what I say instead. That usually gets them to shut up. Ho! But not this guy! This man is determined. Whether his goal is to annoy the shit out of me or to write my biography, I can't tell.
"How do you not know what you're drawing? It looks like a tornado hitting a school. Is that what it is?" He asks me; at the top of his lungs, mind you. Great, now the whole fucking class has got their eyes over here. This fucking moron.
"Well, you don't necessarily have to know what you're drawing. I mean, I just kinda put pencil to paper and uh… Yeah," please stop talking to me. Fucking hell, he's about to say something.
Ringgggg
Well, it's about goddamn time. Only an hour left to go. The schedule says I got Dutch I next. Whoa, whaddya know, it's right across the hall. How convenient. So I guess we just sit where ever. That's nice. I'll just sit in the back and draw.
"Good afternoon, klas. Open your books to page 5," is the first thing the teacher says. Doesn’t bother telling us her name; I don’t recognize her from last year, my freshman year. "Alright, klas. How do you say 'good afternoon' in Dutch? Raise your hand." We all raise our hands. Holy shit, I hope she picks me. She picks Erica. Fuck you, Erica.
"Goedemiddag," she answers.
"Very good! I'm so proud of you, Erica! Now, klas. How do you say 'Very good, I'm so proud of you, Erica' in Dutch? Raise your hand." Again, all of us raise our hands. I make sure that I raise my hand above everyone else’s. I stand up on my desk. She has to pick me. "Carl, what'd you get for number two?" she asks Carl, instead of me.
"Heel goed, ik ben zo trots op je, Erica," he replies.
"Wow… so smart. Klas, how do you say the word 'smart' in Dutch?"
"Slim," we say in unison.
"I'm so proud of each and every one of you!" She tells us. "Now, klas. Go to section five of chapter five, please." We do as we are told. "Now, Olivia. Do you speak fluent Dutch?" HO GOD, IT CHOSE ME. I'VE BEEN CHOSEN!
"No, Miss Fives, I do not speak fluent Dutch,” I start. "I'm truly sorry, please-"
"Hush, child. Just say 'yes' and your soul shall be healed," she says.
"Yes," I say in accordance.
"Now, klas. Do you speak fluent Dutch?"
"Yes," everyone says.
"Welnu klas. Als je leest wat hij heeft geschreven op de 55ste pagina van jullie boek zal je leren om de Eucharist te ontvangen. Ik zal je vijf minuten geven om pagina 55 voor jezelf te lezen." We do as we are told.
How to Perform Eucharist
Have one broeder bite off the Priestess' right pinky. Fill the Chalice with the blood of the Priestess. The Priestess must recite the prayer of Saint Five. The Priestess will then tear the 55th page into the appropriate amount of pieces of paper, one for each broeder receiving Communism Communism Communism COMMUNION. Broeders, please line up to receive the BODY OF CHRIST. Broeders, after receiving THE BODY OF CHRIST, please line up to receive THE BLOOD OF CHRIST.
I know what I have to do. I walk to Miss Fives. She holds out her right hand, pinky up. It's a lot harder than biting into a carrot. You don't have to rip a carrot away from a hand. Erica gets the Chalice and positions it for the collection of HIS BLOOD.
"Ik bidt tot U, Sint Vijf. Geef me Uw zegen. Broeders, ik heb de blessing ontvangen. Ik ben nu VERPLICHT jullie te vragen: Spreken jullie vloeiend Engels? Broeders, jullie antwoord moet
'nee' luiden." We get in line to receive Communism. When it's my turn, Miss Fives holds up THE BODY OF CHRIST and asks me "Spreken jullie vloeiend Engels?"
"Nee", zeg ik.
BEEEEEEP
Het is de intercom.
"Attention students and staff. We have been informed that a tornado is on its way. We have 15 minutes to go to the designated storm shelter. Do not leave the building." Absoluut schandalig! How kan iemand het sacrament van Heilig Communisme onderbreken? Wat hij ook gezegd heeft, het kan wachten.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The building in which SCP-XXXX is located has been purchased by the Foundation. Access to SCP-XXXX is to be recorded; both doors are to be monitored with surveillance cameras to ensure the accuracy of the records. All musical instruments located in SCP-XXXX are to be kept on the stage when not in use. Entering the stage requires the permission and supervision of the Site director, Dr. Clef. Under no circumstances are musical instruments to exit SCP-XXXX. Singing while inside SCP-XXXX is to be discouraged.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a room in which published music can only be performed in the key of G# minor. All notes will be adjusted to become diatonic, with the exception of notes produced by the bass, which will only play E natural. All performances have ended with a D#7 chord. Performers will rehearse and practice accordingly, regardless of their location during practice. The building that houses SCP-XXXX is located in Boston, Massachusetts.
Reviews by critics often describe performances with synonyms of the words evil, unorthodox, tragic, and unpleasant. 100% of recorded performances were sold out. Foundation agents interviewed 55 people; all 55 had attended more than one performance. 42 out of 55 interviewees attended a performance knowing that they would not enjoy it.
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