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Secure Containment Facility-XXXX
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-xxxx designates a massive artificial higher dimensional complex located near the Geographic South Pole. The entrance to SCP-xxxx is a Menger sponge measuring 18m3 composed of an unknown extremely durable superhard material that is dark in appearance and proven immune to sampling. Accessible through any SCP-xxxx Menger sponge cavity is a labyrinth with dimensions thought to be in excess of ████████km.
SCP Foundation researchers approach the entrance to SCP-XXXX
██% of personnel crossing within a boundary of approximately 50m from SCP-XXXX experience acute headaches, dissociation, memory loss, severe nausea, and brain hemorrhaging. █% of personnel experience seizures and will then enter a coma typically lasting several weeks. FMRI scans show abnormally excessive neuronal activity during this period. Upon awakening most Foundation personnel will report having seen disturbing and often apocalyptic imagery. Only █% of personal can approach the object without any symptoms.
The interior of SCP-XXXX consists of a vast array of labyrinthine corridors that twist and curve in ways which do not conform with Euclidean space. Gravitational anomalies and spatial distortions are frequently encountered within SCP-XXXX. Corridors eventually intersect and split within gargantuan knotted honeycomb-like chambers. Artwork depicting a highly advanced civilization, in addition to a countless number of texts written in an unknown language are found throughout SCP-XXXX. Regardless of which route is taken, exploration teams will eventually find themselves within a large room containing SCP-XXXX-1.
The wreck of the HMS Trident
SCP-XXXX-1 is a sapient artificial humanoid measuring 2.5m in height. The entity is servile in nature, composed of a white marble-like material, and has four upper limbs. It's head is suspended on a black disk several centimeters above it's body and has an elongated cranium. Despite having two lower limbs, the entity levitates through unknown means several centimeters above the ground. SCP-XXXX-1 claims to serve as curator for what it describes as "The Legendorum Historiarum".
Information on SCP-XXXX-2 is restricted.
The SCP Foundation became aware of SCP-XXXX in 199█. A 35-day recovery operation was commenced when flotsam from the Royal Navy vessel HMS Trident was found near Elephant Island. Upon the shipwreck’s discovery artifacts were recovered from the vessel. The Foundation was alerted to a potential anomalous object after a journal belonging to Frederick Baxter described the anomalous events which doomed the Dawkins expedition to the south pole.
Addendum XXXX.1: Alistair Dawkins's Expedition
The HMS Trident
On November 4th, 1901 Captain Alistair Dawkins and his expedition set sail to Antarctica on the HMS Trident. The expedition included second mate Lawrence Murdoch, physician Frederick Baxter, geologist Nathaniel Hart, and physicist Richard Franklin. This was the first voyage undertaken by Dawkins since the death of his wife at sea ten years earlier. The ship's cargo manifest includes 400 tons of coal, 3 tons of ice, 36 dogs, 12 tons freshwater, 158 carcasses of mutton, 5 carcasses of beef, and 3 sledges. Much of what is known about the expedition's voyage to the South Pole was detailed by Frederick Baxter in his journal.
The Journal of Frederick Baxter
Physician Frederick Baxter
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Tuesday, November 05. — Antarctica, an extraordinary and most heroic English imperative. Our excitement palpable in unremittingly busy activity, all under the inexhaustibly steadfast scrutiny of Captain Dawkins. It is apparent he suffers still the weight of all that happened aboard the HMS Prometheus, but he bears it magnificently.
- A most fearsome dispute erupted from within the great cabin. Murdoch emerged retching, bloodied, the man smelt pungently of iron. Dawkins followed, carrying a grave sense of severity, quietly told me to leave. I do not know the precise nature of their hostilities, but curious whispers amongst crewmen tell of a dark forbidden thing beyond the deathly cold.
Thursday, November 14. — Spirits have been eroded severely by the Captain’s frankly intolerably withdrawn disposition. His peculiar seclusion from all manner of social intercourse are met with suspicion from officers and crew. His only companion and obsession is the distant ice at the end of the world.
Murdoch has been stricken with influenza. When treating the poor fellow, he, in a fit of feverish delirium told me a most queer tale. Whilst Murdoch dutifully preformed his watch, Dawkins emerged aft of main deck at two in the morning. He held something which shined in the moonlight. Murdoch tells me the man stood in the cold and silently watched the ocean. Did not move till first light. I find myself ill at ease with the health of our captain.
Sunday, November 23. — This obscene pestilence corrupts all aspects of sea life. The air is rancid with viral infestation, every surface sodden with gastric discharge. I hear the coughing, the heaving, the cries of grown men, but I cannot help them. It appears my duties as physician are ill-suited to life at sea. Lawrence Murdoch is among the dead. He died bravely, as a gentleman, fought it out to the very end. With his final breaths he spoke of family, his sisters, and of his mother and father. If our time must be extinguished in it’s infancy, the dead must be remembered, this must not be for nothing.
I voiced my concerns regarding the crew’s condition to our Captain. The situation is dire, even our geologist and physicist have been reduced to mumbling indignity. The fellow’s company was an uncompromising test of endurance. Dawkins is a stubborn man, inattentive to all matters regarding his crew. Outrageously the man considers all hands to be of little concern to him. Ignoring my efforts to protest his position, Dawkins preoccupied himself with penning a letter, and on occasion he would look upon his locket. I believe the Captain is frightfully unfit for his position.
Saturday, November 30. — Of late an oppressive smog suffocates my mind, it's poison seeps into my very character. I am admittedly afraid, plagued by terrible nightmares.
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Captain Alistair Dawkins
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