The Foundation - SCP Sandbox III

Aerial Warfare
Cold-Weather Warfare
Cyber Warfare
Desert Warfare
Ground Warfare
Information Warfare
Jungle Warfare
Mountain Warfare
Naval Warfare
Space Warfare
Tunnel Warfare
Underwater Warfare
Urban Warfare

Site Staff
Containment Specialist
Researcher
Security Officer
Tactical Response Officer
Field Personnel
Convict
Field Agent
Mobile Task Force Operative
Mobile Task Force Commander
Administration
The Leader
High Commander

MTF Gamma-6 Aquanauts
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 specializes in the investigation and tracking of deep-sea or oceanic anomalies. As well as coastal and naval operations.

MTF Lambda-4 Birdwatchers
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Lambda-4 specializes in the identification, tracking, and containment of airborne biological anomalies, especially anomalous avian organisms. Lambda-4 also specializes in Air Operations and Drone use.

MTF Pi-1 City Slickers
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Pi-1 specializes in the investigation, containment, and subsequent cleanup of anomalies in urban environments.

MTF Med-2 Death Squad

MTF Med-2 Death Squad
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Med-2 specializes in military operations, re-containment of highly dangerous anomalies, and executions.

MTF Epsilon-9 Fire Eaters
Task Force mission: Epsilon-9 specializes in the use of incendiary weaponry and operations in high-temperature environments.

MTF Mu-13 Ghostbusters

MTF Mu-13 Ghostbusters
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Mu-13 specializes in the tracking, analysis, and containment of incorporeal or intangible manifestations and entities, particularly those believed to be sentient, sapient, or otherwise intelligent and adaptive.

MTF Psi-7 Home Improvement
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Psi-7 specializes in the undercover investigation, containment, and/or demolition of anomalous buildings or buildings affected by anomalies, particularly residential homes in populated areas. This includes the acquisition or transfer of affected buildings to Foundation control as well as initial observation and documentation of such buildings prior to transfer to local containment teams for long-term or ongoing containment.

MTF Alpha-9 Last Hope
Task Force Mission:A Mobile Task Force explicitly intended to train and utilize M Class Objects in the field.

MTF Zeta-9 Mole Rats

MTF Zeta-9 Mole Rats
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 specializes in the investigation, exploration, and containment of underground or enclosed areas exhibiting anomalous phenomena.

MTF Epsilon-11 Nine-Tailed Fox
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Epsilon-11 handles internal security for the SCP Foundation, under oversight by MTF Alpha-1. They are a special ops force deployed to Foundation Sites when standard protocols fail and multiple breaches are imminent. As such, most of their operations are classified.

MTF Gamma-5 Red Herrings
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 specializes in preventing the dissemination of knowledge of anomalous events or phenomena in cases where initial suppression efforts have proven ineffective or insufficient, or in cases where such knowledge has already reached critical levels of public exposure.

MTF Kappa-10 Skynet

MTF Kappa-10 Skynet
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Kappa-10 specializes in Cyber and Electronic Warfare, Surveillance, and Infiltration.

MTF Lambda-5 White Rabbits
Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 specializes in traversing unstable, surreal, and controlled reality, and containing potentially dangerous persons and artifacts capable of manipulating space and time.

These are the most common Object Classes used in SCP articles, and make up the bulk of the objects.

Safe
Safe-class SCPs are anomalies that are easily and safely contained. This is often due to the fact that the Foundation has researched the SCP well enough that containment does not require significant resources or that the anomalies require a specific and conscious activation or trigger. Classifying an SCP as Safe, however, does not mean that handling or activating it does not pose a threat.

Euclid
Euclid-class SCPs are anomalies that require more resources to contain completely or where containment isn't always reliable. Usually this is because the SCP is insufficiently understood or inherently unpredictable. Euclid is the Object Class with the greatest scope, and it's usually a safe bet that an SCP will be this class if it doesn't easily fall into any of the other standard Object Classes.

As a note, any SCP that's autonomous, sentient and/or sapient is generally classified as Euclid, due to the inherent unpredictability of an object that can act or think on its own.

Keter
Keter-class SCPs are anomalies that are exceedingly difficult to contain consistently or reliably, with containment procedures often being extensive and complex. The Foundation often can't contain these SCPs well due to not having a solid understanding of the anomaly, or lacking the technology to properly contain or counter it. A Keter SCP does not mean the SCP is dangerous, just that it is simply very difficult or costly to contain.

Thaumiel
Thaumiel-class SCPs are anomalies that the Foundation specifically uses to contain other SCPs. Even the mere existence of Thaumiel-class objects is classified at the highest levels of the Foundation and their locations, functions, and current status are known to few Foundation personnel outside of the High Command.

Neutralized
Neutralized SCPs are anomalies that are no longer anomalous, either through having been intentionally or accidentally destroyed, or disabled.

Transcript of audio logs recovered from [DATA EXPUNGED]

<Begin Log, ██:██, ██/██/████>

Frank ██████: Alright this is Frank ██████ aboard the… uhh… what’re we calling this thing David?

David ██████ (Distant): S-C-P-S Endeavor.

SCPS Endeavor pre-launch

Frank ██████: SCPS Endeavor? Alright. This is… wait, really? They named it Endeavor and we’re going to… Ah whatever. This is Frank ██████ aboard the SCPS Endeavor, current time is [DATA REDACTED] and we’re about an hour from launch. The Overseers have been getting these ships made for quite a while now, and it seems they’ve decided to send us out to take a look at those bits of the universe we can’t see yet.

I’m just a record keeper for this trip so I figured it’d be handy to start my keeping prior to departure. Y’know, in case something happens.

Anyway, might as well start with system reports. Reactor is fully functioning, weapons look good…

<Begin Log, ██:██, ██/██/████>

Frank ██████: Frank again. We’re about to launch, and seeing as nobody’s ever done this before I figured some like, fitting words would be a good idea.

<Frank pauses for three seconds.>

I got nothing. Ah shoot, I should’ve thought of this before…

<Frank pauses for seven seconds.>

Oh! ‘Now we travel t-’

<A loud whining sound is heard, promptly followed by several objects colliding about the room. Frank produces heavily distorted vocalizations until the whining noise subsides.>

Frank ██████, (Muffled): Fucking asshats could’ve given us a warning before we left at least. Fucking ruined my speech.

<End Log, ██:██>

<Begin Log, 04:18, 18/00/00>

Frank ██████: First and foremost: Since we don’t really know what the actual date is on Earth, we’ve adjusted all the clocks and dates and such so that we’re counting up from when we launched. It’s currently been… eighteen days, four hours aaaand… nineteen minutes, since we launched. We’re still traveling at max throttle so there’s not much to see outside other than darkness, since we’re going faster than the speed of light. Much faster.

SCPS Endeavor mid-flight

But, yeah. We recently passed… Hey David, whats the name of that place we just went past? Messy-something? Yeah but like, the closest one. Pardon?

David ██████ (Distant): Messier Eighty-three!

Frank ██████: Oh, right! We’ve just gone past Messier Eighty-Three, which is about fifteen million light-years from Earth. Talk about being far from home, heh heh.

David ██████ (Distant): You know the high commanders probably won’t appreciate your stupid jokes!

Frank ██████: This is just notekeeping, not the finished logs! Sheesh, David can be a real hard-ass sometimes. Though considering he spends most of his time fixing machines, it’s kind of understandable.

I’ll make another log once something more significant happens.

<End Log, ██:██>

<Begin Log, 23:18, 24/02/00>

Frank ██████: Frank here. It’s been something like two months. Not much has happened, other than that we’ve now passed GN-Z11 so we’re officially beyond the view of Earth's telescopes. Oh, and of course we’ve been taking photos as we went past.

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Galaxies in the Distance from SCPS Endeavor mid-flight

There’s not much out here, but we can see a few small galaxies spread out here and there. The higher-up researchers keep using the word ‘gigaparsec’ so that should give a fair idea of the distance between these things. They’ve also been mumbling about something seeming off about them, but other than that I can’t find out much.

There’s been quite a few cases of homesickness from the crew on board, but nothing that won't subside over time.

Any whom, everything’s holding together quite nicely, excluding the automatic cafeteria. Oy David, you’re gonna fix the cafeteria, right?

David ██████ (Distant): No, because there’s nothing wrong with it!

Frank ██████: But the paste tastes like shit!

David ██████ (Distant): It’s fucking nutrient paste, IT'S SUPPOSED TO TASTE LIKE SHIT!

<End Log>

<Begin Log, 14:37, 20/03/00>

Frank ██████: Well, we’ve… we’ve found out what the researchers were uneased about. We’re close enough to get a proper look at the nearest galaxy and, uhh…

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SCPS Endeavor Approaching a Galaxy

Well, it’s a copy of the Milky Way. Not a perfect copy mind you, there’s a few stars absent but the major identifying bodies are there.

We’re uh, planning on taking a look to see if Earth is there, and if it is, look for inhabitants. Ample to say though, this might end up getting classified as an anomaly – maybe not as a full-on, but at least as an E-dash. The chances of a replica galaxy forming are… well, slim to say the least.

<End Log>

<Begin Log, 06:48, 02/04/00>

Frank ██████: This place is definitely an anomaly.

First it was suspicion because of how similar it was to our home, but like… far out, this is a whole new level of unnatural. On our way to the analogue of Earth we passed by a few of the “missing” stars and found out they were actually there, just messed up beyond belief.

One of the "missing" stars

How messed up? Try Epsilon Boötis… prime? Alpha? Whatever, the big one? It’s made of ice cream. We took a sample – tastes like avocados and cigarette smoke, apparently. The smaller one is a ball of liquid chlorophyll, somehow managing to keep itself together.

Antares is just solid iodine. No fire, no iron, nothing. Just a colossal, cold ball of iodine. Proxima Centauri is made of charcoal too.

Then of course, we actually got to ‘Earth’ – Most of us have taken to calling it ‘Sub-Prime’. It’s just a giant ball of fuck-ups and errors. You can see it’s Earth, all the continents are there and shaped right, but they’re made of the wrong stuff. Australia’s a solid block of gold, the oceans glow blue, the whole American continent is made of maple syrup…

We’re collecting as much information as we can, then we’re shoving off to the next galaxy. This is just… too freaky.

In other news, it’s come to light that Marie ████ is pregnant. Nobody’s asking many questions about it, especially ‘coz we aren’t entirely sure it’s her husband’s child. Sooo… yeah.

<End Log>

<Begin Log, 07:48, 02/05/00>

Frank ██████: What the actual, flying, fuck.

We’ve arrived at the next closest galaxy, and it’s the same thing. Another screwed-up copy of the Milky Way. Screwed up in different ways, mind you, but still basically the same thing as before.

Mercury is made of ice, Jupiter is made of edible jelly. Earth looks like a Sarkic utopia – all of it’s flesh, bone and blood. We’ve decided it’s probably not best to approach, in case it doesn’t like machinery. But nonetheless…

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The SCPS Endeavor flies past a world of Flesh and Bone

We’re hoping it’s just these two, but we’re doubtful. What the hell is happening out here?

<End Log>

<Begin Log, 12:01, 17/05/00>

Frank ██████: Note to self. Bring more puzzles and toys on next trip. I’ve run out.

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SCPS Endeavor flying past planets in the Third Anomaly Galaxy

<Frank pauses for four seconds.>

Bagh, I’d better put something worthwhile here. Ahh… Crew are ok. We’re coming to terms with the fact the third galaxy we’re going to arrive at looks like a repeat of the first two. There’s nothing major about it, it’s just freaky to think this same anomaly repeats itself as far as we can see.

Oh, there was an incident last week. Johnathan was fixing some strange mechanical fault lower down when somethin’ came loose and broke his arm. It’s been fixed now though, and the doctors said he’d be fine in a few weeks. He swears it shouldn’t have happened, so there’s some investigations happening.

Nothing further I can think of. You remember anything I ‘aint?

<It is assumed that Frank ██████ was speaking to David ██████, who responded with an inaudible or nonverbal respose.>

Alright. Ending log.

<End Log>

<Begin Log, 01:59, 07/06/00>

Frank ██████: Another copy of the Milky Way. Not big surprise.

Is this all that there is out here? Just endless copies of home, each more messed up than the previous?

<Frank pauses for three seconds.>

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A Copy of Mars, made entirely of Dry Ice

Earth was made of some sort of glass this time. Mars was made of dry ice. Uranus was horrifically magnetic – we almost got severely screwed over.

Nothing to do but keep going.

<End Log>

<Begin Log, 00:00, 30/08/00>

Frank ██████: Two more. There’s no way these places aren’t part of the same anomaly somehow.

Speaking of anomalies, there’s shittons of them out here. There’s a whole galaxy we can’t approach, always seeming distant, another that the computers won’t pick up at all but we can rather clearly see.

There’s even been a few times when space itself has been talking to us. I’m not insane, we picked it up and narrowed it to certain pockets of space. There’s other times when we suddenly don’t have enough power an we’ll drift for quite a distance before everything kicks back up again like nothing happened.

Is the universe flat? Are we falling off the edge or something?

<Frank pauses for four seconds.>

Before I forget, Marie’s been quarantined for some reason. We aren’t able to get much from security, but it seems she’s accidentally smuggled some disease onto the ship. Hope the baby is alright.

<End Log>

<Begin Log, 05:14, 10/10/00>

Frank ██████: The most recent Earth, err… Sub-Prime-Ten I think, it’s got signs of human civilization. Specifically, ours.

There’s like… Las Vegas is there, made entirely of stacked poker chips and playing cards. New York is this one, huge piece of obsidian that looks like it’s rather conveniently eroded to be identical to the New York back home.

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The SCP Endeavor flying by Sub-Prime-Ten

There’s no humans, mind you. No signs of life at all, and considering the oceans are pure hydrogen cyanide it’s probably best that nothing evolved to survive that.

Why aren’t we being copied if our homes are too?

<End Log>

<Begin Log, 16:05, 18/11/00>

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Guards on watch outside of Medical Analysis Room 4

Frank ██████: Tokyo is made of seaweed and is located at the north pole.

America is made of a solid block of gunpowder, with Chicago being made of a giant, carved mango.

The sun is encompassed in a shell of chitin, and is colonized by vast hordes of stone that shift and move whenever we stop looking at them.

Mars is made of camel leather and a single raging immortal walks its surface.

Uranus is nothing but a silent lattice of turning gears.

There is nothing out here but chaos and anarchy. We’re doing a loop to head back home.

Security around Marie has been beefed up. Twenty guards all armed to the teeth with assault rifles and grenades? What sort of disease has she contracted?

<End Log>

<Begin Log, 23:17, 23/12/00>

David ██████: -ck fuck fuck fuck fuck…

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Security struggles to deal with the Abomination ravaging the ship

This is David. Frank is dead, along with most of the crew. Marie gave birth to some fucked-up eldritch horror that’s been running around and killing everyone it can. I…fuck, I don’t think security can handle it. Of all the fucking times for something like this… fuck!

Whatever this place is, keep away. It’s a cesspool of anomalies, there’s nothing out here but shit replicas of our galaxy, and it just keeps going and going and going.

Whatever this place is made of, it sure as hell isn’t reality. It just keeps expanding, growing more and more fl-

<David pauses for two seconds.>

Of course. Why wouldn’t it with [DATA EXPUNGED] outside. Did the Overseers already know what we would find? Or did they just want it confirmed?

<End Log>

<Begin Log, 02:02, 14/03/01>

David ██████: Cafeteria is busted, only spits out rat poison. We’re not going to make it, but the ship will.

I don’t think we went far enough for the ship to get warped too badly. We haven’t seen any other anomalies on board, other than the cafeteria fault.

< David pauses for four seconds. >

At least tell my family I loved them.

<End Log>

Coloration-Wear colors that match your enviroment.
Forests and Jungles: Green and Brown
Deserts: Tan
Snow and Arctic: White
Urban Areas: Grey
Rocky Areas: Grey
Darkness: Black
Ocean and Water: Blue
Self-Decoration- Painting your skin with Mud, Ash, and Charcoal. Charcoal can be made by burning wood.
Dead Space- Dead space is any Place where a person or animal will not naturally look.
Cryptic Behaviour- Lying down and remaining motionless. Moving slowly and quietly.
Eliminating your shadow
Breaking your outline-By having a larger object with similar colors behind you. you can break up your outline.
(Thermals Render Camouflage useless)

Cannibalism

In case you cannot hunt for meat, or steal meat. But still must satisfy your hunger. Here is a guide on how to get the best cuts of meat from the human body. Never eat your own people. And be wary of diseases that your enemies might have.

Eating your own people or children is a sin.

SCP Sandbox III

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