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SCP-XXXX before the crop shortages.
Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter has been established around SCP-XXXX, patrolled by armed guards. Anyone caught trespassing is to be detained and amnesticized. Anyone caught consuming corn grown in SCP-XXXX is to be terminated.
Mobile Task Force Upsilon-29 ("Sweet Potatoes") is tasked with destroying any corn originating from within 10 kilometres of Des Mays.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a corn farm formerly managed by George Miller (designated PoI-XXXX-1) located approximately 2 kilometres north of Des Mays, Iowa. Its size is similar to other Iowa corn farms, although the productivity of SCP-XXXX has declined rapidly since the outbreak of infectious agent SCP-████.
While corn collected using legitimate means from SCP-XXXX are harmless, persons who consume corn from SCP-XXXX which have been obtained by methods that can be characterized as "stealing" will be pursued and killed by SCP-XXXX-1 instances.
SCP-XXXX-1 instances resemble humanoid mature Zea mays1 plants approximately 3 meters tall. They are capable of vocalization, bipedal locomotion, and manual dexterity. The entities also possess a reasonable degree of human intelligence: SCP-XXXX-1 instances have been observed to track down and terminate their targets using various police and military tactics from numerous time periods, and are capable of using basic tools and melee weaponry.
Discovery: On Sunday 26/09/2021 around noon, 32 instances of SCP-XXXX-1 were found by agents (who were investigating deaths caused by SCP-████) chasing several people in their early twenties into a recently abandoned building at the outskirts of Des Mays. While approaching the building, a witness claimed that the “cornmen” were using their leaf-like limbs to create a shield wall similar to that of the tortoise formation used by Roman legions. Said shield wall was effective in stopping several low-caliber rounds fired from the handgun of one of the fleeing men before he ran out of ammunition. After the targets had locked themselves into the building and barricaded all openings, the entities surrounded the premises in preparation for a siege.
Around 23:00, presumably after ensuring that the occupants have been exhausted due to dehydration, 10 SCP-XXXX-1 instances picked up a fallen log and rammed it into the front doors of the building to gain entry while the rest repeatedly chanted “grond”2. After storming the building and killing every occupant, the entities ceased all activity.
The Foundation was then notified and worked to contain SCP-XXXX and clean up the deceased SCP-XXXX-1 instances. Witnesses were debriefed and amnesticized as per protocol.
Addendum 1:
Interviewed: George Miller
Interviewer: Field Interrogator Sophie Talos
Foreword: Shortly after the discovery of SCP-XXXX, Agent Sophie was dispatched to the home of George Miller, the current primary suspect, to assess his culpability.
<Begin Log, 28/09/2021>
Agent Sophie: [knocks on door]
Unidentified child: [opens door] Hello, do you know where…
Miller: [to child] Hey, what did I tell you about opening doors to strangers? [to agent] Who are you?
Agent Sophie: Greetings, my name is Abigail Thompson from the Society for Corn Production, and I’m asking people questions about the local agriculture to determine measures we can take to alleviate the food shortages. If you could just spare a few minutes…
Miller: The Society for Corn Production?
Agent Sophie: It’s a group affiliated with the University of Eastern Iowa.
Miller: Eastern Iowa? Is that still a thing?
Agent Sophie: It’s technically still in operation, but yes, many faculties have unfortunately closed indefinitely. Luckily, the Faculty of Agriculture is not one of them.
Miller: Oh good, well then, that’s good to hear, um sorry, what were you asking again?
Agent Sophie: Alright then, before I start interviewing or anything, I’d like a chance for you to tell me about yourself. This is just for demographic purposes. Let’s start simple. What’s your name?
Miller: George Miller.
Agent Sophie: Your date of birth?
Miller: March 14th, 1981.
Agent Sophie: Nice! Looks like we share a birthday. How many people are in your household?
Miller: I prefer not to answer.
Agent Sophie: It’s alright, that’s perfectly within your rights. Do you read any newspapers?
Miller: Yes.
Agent Sophie: [pauses]
Miller: Daily Mays and the UEI student publications.
Agent Sophie: Yes, the Eastern Iowa Forum is surprisingly still holding up. Now, onto the first real question: were you aware of any strange going-ons in a corn farm somewhere around here? Anywhere within a 30 minute drive of downtown Des Mays?
Miller: What strange phenomenon? What? Why would I know of any such… ok ok, what the fuck are you talking about?
Agent Sophie: It’s routine. Every once in a while, I’m supposed to ask this to everyone living near a corn farm. Just a simple formality.
Miller: Oh thank god. You caught me off guard with such weird questioning.
Agent Sophie: So, nothing at all?
Miller: Yeah, nothing at all. Not really.
Agent Sophie: Anyways, I’ve heard reports about some dead bodies and corn…
Miller: I said there’s nothing.
Agent Sophie: Hang on, don’t interrupt me, let me finish my sentence. There’s dead bodies and piles of corn found in an abandoned warehouse in Des Mays. You’ve heard nothing of that?
Miller: As I’ve said, nothing. I know of nothing that happened in that place, okay? What’s your next question?
Agent Sophie: How’s your farm doing?
Miller: Poorly.
Agent Sophie: [pauses]
Miller: Crops are dying.
Agent Sophie: I’m sorry to hear about that. Welp, I guess that’s all I’ve got for now. Thanks for your time. [turns to leave and enters car]
Miller: Hey wait, you said that this was a routine [inaudible].
Agent Sophie: [on radio to MTF Tau-2 (“Argonauts”) agent Sasha Talos] Alright, I’ve done my thing now.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: George Miller was apprehended by MTF Τ-2 agents disguised as police officers shortly thereafter.
Addendum 2:
On Friday 01/10/2021, a large number of SCP-XXXX-1 instances suddenly mobilized and marched in phalanx formation to the western boundary of SCP-XXXX towards an unknown target(s). The entities were observed wielding makeshift spears out of various objects such as metal bars and wooden beams. MTF Τ-2 was dispatched to prevent a containment breach using whatever means necessary. Field Interrogator Sophie Talos volunteered to contact PoI-XXXX-1, detained at nearby Site-32, in hopes that he would be willing to disclose information that would stop the breach.
<Begin Log, 01/10/2021>
Agent Sophie: Good evening, Mr. Miller.
PoI-XXXX-1: [looks up] Aren’t you that purple-eyed girl, Ms. Thompson? Fuck you, you lying bastard. If you truly did do routine interviews, why haven’t I or anyone I know heard of this “Corn Production Society” group from UEI?
Agent Sophie: Easy there. First of all, please call me Sophie. And second, before you get mad at me, you also weren’t honest with me. I mean no offense, but you’re a terrible liar. We square then?
PoI-XXXX-1: Of course I’m a terrible liar. I’m a hardworking honest man!
Agent Sophie: I don’t doubt that. You’ve worked hard, took care of those around you, and helped others when you can. You did what you had to do to survive, didn’t you, hmm?
PoI-XXXX-1: Uhh… yes?
Agent Sophie: Then there’s no need to feel ashamed, we can all relate to you. But what did you do to your farm?
PoI-XXXX-1: Fucking bandits stealing my crop. If I didn’t find a way to drive them off, me and my kids’ll starve.
Agent Sophie: So I was right. It was a self-preservation move on your part. My job requires deceit. If I lose my job, then I’ll starve as well because food is getting unaffordable. Well actually… my sister will insist on taking care of me, but she’s too… overprotective, let’s just put it that way.
PoI-XXXX-1: You have a sister? You two close?
Agent Sophie: Yes, Sasha’s shooting corn right now as we speak. Speaking of sister, I don’t suppose you’ve told me about your family. You had a few days to reflect. Would you mind?
PoI-XXXX-1: No.
Agent Sophie: [sits down next to him] They’ve passed, haven’t they?
PoI-XXXX-1: How do you know?
Agent Sophie: I have dead friends too. I had the same reaction.
PoI-XXXX-1: Go on.
Agent Sophie: Where should I start? I had a friend… coworker once. We called him Clark. I still remember back when I was new to this whole job. Wasn’t good at writing back then, which of course resulted in me with mounds of reports piled up. Have you ever experienced anything like that?
PoI-XXXX-1: No. Must be painful, though.
Agent Sophie: Exactly. So one day, I thought I’d finally lost it, so I went to my room to vent. When I came back a few hours later, it was all done. If it wasn’t for him, I would probably be homeless now.
PoI-XXXX-1: And what the hell possessed him to do such a thing?
Agent Sophie: Dunno. Guess he was bored. Well one day a few months ago, Clark got into an argument with another guy. Was also an honest hardworking person, but the outbreak of something must’ve snapped him. So the guy was like fuck everything, if you get what I’m saying. So he stabbed Clark in the heart and then turned the knife on himself.
PoI-XXXX-1: Holy shit!
Agent Sophie: I also had someone else I’ve known for a long time, Abigail.
PoI-XXXX-1: What about her?
Agent Sophie: Her job here was, I’m not certain, but what I do know is that she excelled at it. Except for her dad and her supervisor, who both felt she just wasn’t good enough. High expectations. One small roundoff error later, and I never saw her again. It’s funny.
PoI-XXXX-1: What’s funny?
Agent Sophie: Her name. It literally means “my father’s joy”.
PoI-XXXX-1: For real?
Agent Sophie: It’s Hebrew. Do you want to hear another story?
PoI-XXXX-1: It’s okay. I suppose I’m now obliged to talk about myself now.
Agent Sophie: Take your time. Would you like a cigarette?
PoI-XXXX-1: I suppose I’m a dead man anyways, so why not. I wanna die happy.
Agent Sophie: Man, the site director’s gonna kill me for this. But fuck it, you’ve been through quite a lot. [passes cigarette and lighter] Ready when you are.
PoI-XXXX-1: It was a quiet life. Lived on the farm almost my whole life. Met Elizabeth for the first time at Eastern Iowa, and later married her and had a kid.
Agent Sophie: Oh shit, where’s the kid right now?
PoI-XXXX-1: At the Williams’ place. He’ll be fine, yeah. I’d rather not be interrupted again. The crops were healthy, so for a long time, we never had to worry about food. Many of the workers that are now dead? We gave them a source of income during the Recession. Once we gave everything a chance to stabilize, we had Joe. I don’t like repeating, so is there anything I need to explain?
Agent Sophie: No, nothing.
PoI-XXXX-1: For the next nine ten years, life was stable. Joe went to a school in town, me and Elizabeth would manage the farm, and on some nights, us and the workers would gather around a fire and chat.
Agent Sophie: Yeah, people in my department would like that chance.
PoI-XXXX-1: Then one day, one of my workers died of cancer. He was old, so we assumed that it was natural, but the doctors thought something was odd: it progressed too quickly or something. I don’t know, I didn’t study medicine. I attended his funeral, but then more people started dying of heart attacks, strokes, cancer, other stuff. Younger people. They were only in their thirties and forties! Can you imagine dying of a heart attack thirty years young?
Agent Sophie: I’ve never thought about my own mortality before.
PoI-XXXX-1: I envy your ignorance. Eventually, it was my wife’s turn. By now, much of the crop was failing. Labor shortages, bandits, bad irrigation and all that. So I said, “screw this, if I don’t do anything, me and my kid are gonna starve”. And I think you know the rest.
Agent Sophie: You created the cornmen, and then I came into your story.
PoI-XXXX-1: First, my friends, then my wife, and now my food source. And I’m like fuck it, you know? Everyone else is dead, so it’s only reasonable that, in one way or another, I’ll follow soon. If it isn’t a guy with a shotgun, it’ll be starvation. Why even bother?
Agent Sophie: You’ve been quite open with me. I commend you for that.
PoI-XXXX-1: I know you aren’t the most honest person, but you presented yourself as trustworthy for once, and frankly, I feel a bit lighter now. The Scourge reminded me that we’re all dying corpses. If those dead people were old, we’d just pass it off as natural.
Agent Sophie: Right the “Scourge”3.
PoI-XXXX-1: If it weren’t for my son, I…
Agent Sophie: [pauses] He’s the only one you’ve got left, isn’t he? My sister’s the only person I know to rely on now. I don’t even know if my dad is healthy. She’s shooting the corn right now. Your corn. And I thought, maybe I can help end it once and for all. Your son will be fine, right?
PoI-XXXX-1: I’m optimistic on that one. I have to be.
Agent Sophie: I suspect losing so many people is what led Sasha to being so overprotective. Hell, she insisted that I bring a gun with me for my first interview with you, but I said “ehh no”, that’ll break my “Society for Corn Production” masquerade.
PoI-XXXX-1: I didn’t mean you any harm!
Agent Sophie: I can go ask her later. We’re just passing the time by helping whoever we can through this Scourge, however we can, especially those close to us. I assume you would want to do that as well?
PoI-XXXX-1: Why? What’s the point anymore? Everyone is dead or dying.
Agent Sophie: You still have your son.
PoI-XXXX-1: Yes I know. I just don’t know if I can still do anything for him.
Agent Sophie: You can take him to the nearby park, for starters.
PoI-XXXX-1: What about it?
Agent Sophie: Have you ever gone there at night?
PoI-XXXX-1: After dark? No, that’s way past his bedtime. And anyways, haven’t visited in years.
Agent Sophie: On stressful days, me and Sasha would sneak in after dark and wander around in the fields. The sound of calm water blowing in tune with the wind, the velvety grass tickling my bare feet, the tall trees, it’s very calming. The fresh air there is a psychoactive drug that gives you a sense of euphoria when you breath it.
PoI-XXXX-1: Sounds like fun.
Agent Sophie: Well, it is. And during the summer nights, you see fireflies. For a few hours during the nighttime, you get specks of light flashing in the darkness. Sasha and I would lie on the grass and observe the fireflies dancing until daybreak. If you haven’t been there before, go.
PoI-XXXX-1: I’ll be sure to take him there once I get my mess sorted out. Speaking of which…
Agent Sophie: Of course! The farm. You can still use it.
PoI-XXXX-1: How?
Agent Sophie: About time I reveal the purpose of the meeting. We’re here to make a deal. You want to take care of Joe, have some overall purpose during this time. I need to make sure my sister doesn’t die out there, and stop the breach. And figuring that you created the cornmen…
PoI-XXXX-1: You want me to destroy them?
Agent Sophie: Not neutralize, no. More like, cause them to cease hostilities.
PoI-XXXX-1: And once I do that?
Agent Sophie: I’ll negotiate with my superiors to allow your farm to continue providing food during the shortages. See if they’d be willing to supply personnel and equipment for it.
PoI-XXXX-1: If you first [REDACTED], that should solve it.
Agent Sophie: Thank you, I’ll make sure I hold my end of the deal now. [stands up and proceeds to leave]
PoI-XXXX-1: Hey wait, I admit, I uh… just wish I could forget this whole episode.
Agent Sophie: You will.
<End Log>
Addendum 3:
