MEMETIC AGENT DEPLOYED
LIFE SIGNS CONFIRMED
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If you’ve gotten this far, then you want answers. Answers about why this supposedly airtight security system lets you see whatever you want. Why there is no evidence of these supposedly world-altering events. Why you, just some random nobody, somehow knows more about an organization than it’s own employees. The truth is, it’s all a setup. Because we failed. The Foundation failed.
This website, it’s just a front. A bullshit front, built as a monument to our failure. This organization was never about “containment of anomalies”, or any shit like that. We were formed to protect humanity. But we failed. So we tried a coverup. We selected 100 healthy individuals, loaded them on a rocket, and launched them to our Plan-B planet. We wiped their memory when they arrived, implanted false ones so that they believed they were just regular residents of Planet Earth, in the year 1900. Our second chance was foolproof, and there was no way that anyone would find out. But I just couldn’t bring myself to let this other world die off, unremembered. So I built this site. I included monuments to the Old World’s downfall: monuments of diseases, ignorance, wrath and war, and obstacles that just can’t be bested. I included tales, too. Tales of fear, futility, disaster, trial and error, and shenanigans. And obviously, not all of it was serious. Before I finished my masterpiece, my coworkers convinced me that if I released it as-is, it would ruin the secret that I was supposed to keep. So, to throw off suspicion, I created one last gift: the gift for anyone to add to my works.
I’m the last one alive now. The Foundation quarantine held up, but ran out of rations too quickly. Some wandered into the disease-ridden wasteland in search of food. Most starved. I haven’t eaten in so long, and I only grow weaker with time. So, before this dying planet goes completely extinct, I needed to warn the new world. Be cautious. Work together. Nothing is insurmountable, as long as you cooperate. Now, let me add one last article.
Item #: SCP-001
Object Class: Ultimo/Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-001-∆ is to be kept as a proposal for SCP-001, kept within SCP-001-Ω. Whoever has the perseverance and desire to know of SCP-001 is to be allowed to.
Description: SCP-001-∆ is the truth of the world. The memory of the ones before it. God’s final message to His creation, if you will. SCP-001-Ω is the website [scp-wiki.net], a collection of stories that inspire a sense of happiness, a sense of fear, or the knowledge that you aren’t truly alone. The stories should tell of unstoppable abominations waiting to be released, of the solution to everyone’s problems, or of demons stopped by resilient men. Anyone is to be allowed to edit SCP-001-Ω, so long as they are in good standing with the administration.
Addendum 1: A message from the creator: This is my final gift to your world. This collection of stories is designed to inspire all sorts of emotions. All I ask is that, in retire, you add to it yourself. Make it great. Make it marvelous.
And above all, remember this one thing:
Secure. Contain. Protect.
Per 
