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DATE: 11 Feb 2021 03:45
One thing that Researcher Zephyr often wondered was, if dreamworlds could be infinite in size and boundless in complexity, why were the Omicron-SCP-D World Ships always a parking nuisance?
They always crowded out whatever host they entered and made docking near the Central Gate almost impossible some days. But despite the occasional thought, Zephyr never minded the delays caused by the World Ships' size. He really didn't mind anything anymore.
While leaning back on his pilot’s chair and daydreaming about his vacation, a lifeless voice echoed through the monitor.
“Vessel #45-75A, select a landing platform.”
Zephyr picked himself up and bellowed back, “Platform Maroon Amaryllis.”
“Aww, can’t we hangout with Basil first,” cried Researcher Aster, who was blindfolded and wrapped up in rope that was covered in black and yellow talismans. He was cross-legged and slumped against the armrest of the co-pilot’s chair.
“I’m gonna go drop off the surveying reports and pick up the new assignment. You can go wherever you want, but I need’ta drop by the central terminal, before they kick my ass for being late again." Zephyr said as he stretched his feelers. He felt like soon he would want to request a persona change. He had been an octo-human hybrid for what seemed like, and probably was, forever.
Aster perked up. “Hey, can you pick up some more LDL as well? My supply ran out. Oh! And some more hot sauce. The garlic aioli type!”
Zephyr growled. “What? I thought you had enough for five years. And according to my calendar, we only surveyed for three.” Zephyr didn't mention that it wasn't a standardized calendar, so he honestly twinge of guilt for that because it might as well have been 300 years.
“Well, it’s just, you know I never realized how much I used…And you won’t let me borrow yours…Just forget it, I’ll get it myself!” Researcher Aster, still cross-legged, levitated up from his chair and flew out into the corridor hallway.
“Put your lab coat on before you leave the ship” yelled Zephyr from his chair to an empty hallway.
As he yelled, a gargantuan cone-headed cylinder slowly emerged from below the front window outside. Smaller vessels zoomed past both their ship and the nodal guardian who just appeared and was scanning the surveyor.
Zephyr sighed and wondered why Researcher Aster always became so talkative whenever they got back to the outpost. Whenever they were on a mission, he always just stayed in his room; watching the dream-nodes pass by.
"Agh," Zephyr grumbled. He thought it best to cheer Aster up lest he fight with the vendors near the containment site. Something he was stupid enough to do. Zephyr laid back and lifted up the footrest on his chair.
The disembodied, conical-topped cylindrical head began to twist around and after a few seconds it stopped. From the smoothness cylinder’s side, emerged a verdant-tinged baby face whose eyes were closed.
“Welcome to Node 0 of the Royal Hyacinth. Where would you like to traverse?" thundered the nodal guardian.
Zephyr hadn't looked up from his chair as he shouted. "AIC, Send the coords."
After a few seconds, the nodal guardian responded, "Welcome to Site-19i." Its eyes slowly opened and from its retinae shone the SCP logo which vanquished all other light.
Hundreds of ships flew overhead the glass dome. But there were no stars in this bland dream. In this certified dream host, the only permitted imagination was that which aided in containment.
“Zephyr, there you are!” Researcher Basil ran over to Zephyr who just came from the east nightmare annex.
Researcher Zephyr looked down. “If you're looking for Aster, he’s probably getting a thaumaturgic check. He pumps himself full of so much LDL that his all-sight is gonna fail one of these days.”
“I was looking for you Zephyr. Haven’t seen you in so long, haha. How was the assignment? Did you find any dead dreams?” Basil said with a beaming voice.
“If you're so interested, you can read the report.” Zephyr started to walk past Basil.
“Ah, so where are you headed now?” Basil tried to keep up pace with Zephyr as they walked through a glass passageway. They were bathed in the purple light of the artificial lavender star.
“The same place you ought to be headed. You know, the once in five year meeting that every personnel who's based in this outpost has to attend. I thought I’d remind you since you made Aster miss the last one.”
“Haha, don’t be like that c’mon. Aster and I just wanted to reminisce. We both did come from the same town and got taken in by the Foundation at around the same time.” Zephyr’s pace quickened.
From below the translucent gangway, a massive carrier was tugging along an equally enormous crate labeled SCP-998i. It was covered with multiple shades of pink and red that were flowing in a gradient.
“Did you see any interesting dreams or realities on your assignment? I remember that we were always held up in the lower deck during the Mercer reinforcement.”
Zephyr didn’t particularly want to speak to Basil but the clear attempt at a conversation wore him down enough that he slowed his step and responded.
“Nah, same old stuff. We did see a few rare events. In one of them, the dreamer self-actualized and its actual corporeal body materialized into the dream. Oh, and in another, an Empyrean parasite formed. Obviously, the host's network collapsed.”
“Any dead hosts or jumping networks? I heard that the high ups were telling all the containment overseers to report them because of the issues with stability. I’m telling you, once they secure all those ‘zombies’ or whatever they call them, the statisticians at Site-5i are gonna make them ‘researcher’s’ too. ”
Zephyr smirked when he heard that. “And that’s exactly why I requested another dead host surveying mission. I ain’t gonna find one and I just get to relax. And I don’t gotta deal with all the shit that these other dreams have too.”
The blaze of violet light engulfed Zephyr and Basil as they discussed the past till they reached the amphitheatre.
“Hey, psst…psssst Zephyr.” Researcher Basil was trying really hard to get Zephyr's attention.
But it was difficult to do anything when they were all stuck in the Colosseum of the Light with thousands of other researchers. The droning of the anterior 4-headed hologram of Director Memphis made it easy for Zephyr to ignore him. He even tried to get some sleep while waiting for the mission directives to end.
“C’mon, dude please, can you take this assignment. I’m trying to transfer to the imperial front.”
Zephyr's eye opened and he flipped his head to face Researcher Basil. “Why the hell would a kid like you be try’na go and die in the Infinite Crusade? Just go to Xiupania if you just want to kill yourself.”
“You're the real child around here Zephyr. Haha, once you wander mission-to-mission long enough you’ll see what I mean. And come on, at least you die in fit of glory with the Infinite Crusade containment. Not like those poor souls who are trying to contain the damn ugly tentacle..oh yeah, sorry I guess.”
Zephyr shut his eye.
“Fine…I’ll give you all my credits. You know Aster loves his sauce.”
Zephyr’s eye didn’t move.
“Okay, okay I’ll give my access code too. But please, I really don’t want to waste more time in this dream. I think I’ve been here too long…” Zephyr held out one appendage.
“Thank you so much bro.” Basil handed Zephyr a sheaf of documents.
“And let me just give you a piece of advice since you seem so naive. Our boy Memphis over here, ain't really tryn’a ta help humanity. Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been hearing that he is acting more and more like aggressive host-type. A real aggressive guy. But, to be honest with you, who among this lot of “researchers” really cares that much. If you ever Aster ever misses me, tell’em to hang-out with one of my parallel copies. You know my origin node, so you can go whenever.” Basil finished off by smacking Zephyr on the back and slipping down from his chair.
A adolescent green skinned child with an oversized lab coat quickly ran off.
Researcher Zephyr looked at the flapping coat of Basil till he disappeared. He kept his eye on the empty door till the drawn-out meeting finally ended.
An intense feeling of cold metal beads rolling across the skin. That’s what Zephyr was experiencing as he was traveling to New Oneiroi North.
With the credits he got from Basil, he had enough hot sauce to last at least five years. For some unknown reason, garlic aioli infused hot sauce took the buzz off of the LDL injections.
He stood up from the pilot’s chair and decided to walk around the deck. Zephyr put his tentacle against the wall-scanner and the hallway door shunted open. He walked across the brightly lit hallway passing doors that had contained name-plates reading SCP-(5+7i) and SCP-44i.
He cruised through a curved chamber and stepped up onto the observation deck as the light turned on to his presence.
Zephyr watched the nebulae and dream-realms whizz past. He noticed a slightly green-tinged reality and found himself reminiscing about his first assignment given to him when he was picked up by the Foundation.
He was riding the wave of Daffodils along the Oneiori network at his friend’s house one night when men in black suddenly crashed through the window and arrested him. They blindfolded him and explained to him that he needed to work for the “greater good” and load of other shit that he long forgot by now. The only part that interested him was the great pay that was, supposedly, accumulating day by day.
And they only said that he would be helping them for a few days. Zephyr, of all people, knew the time dilating effects of being a dreamer. But even he felt something off. The LDL was given to them by the Foundation to keep them dreaming so he really didn’t know how long he’d been in this plane of reality.
His first mission was to reinforce the Mercer-99 Group during an assault on Oneiroi Southeast. A few billion dreamers would be sent by the Foundation. “What?” Zephyr’s face was dumbfounded when he first got the brief. “Billion?” He thought it was a typo, but he finally understood the scale of the Dream-SCP when he laid his eyes on the SCP-emblazoned System Travelers and how it felt like it was a planet of its own.
Curiously, he didn’t much recall what he actually did. He just acutely remembered that every other announcement in his cruiser mechanically droned about the “severe sectoral de-stabilizing events" that were ongoing.
All he remembered was the monotony of calculating engine trajectories and listening to Researcher Basil complain about another Researcher Basil being on the same ship level. He wondered how creative the real Basil was; that he could sustain so many personas in the Oneiori.
Drudgery and boredom was his life but he wasn’t precisely unhappy. He rather enjoyed the free-time and could always request a longer life or a co-pilot should he desire.
Perhaps, that was the exact temperament that made the Foundation pick him up to begin with.
“Attention, Researcher Zephyr, we are nearing the domain of New Oneiroi North. Please remember to prepare to disembark."
Something was very wrong. Every thaumaturgic device was blaring and every meter’s needle was pushing back and forth.
The protocol referred to the New Oneiroi North dream as an infinite flat land made of legos, crayons, and Play-Doh. But when Zephyr took a glimpse out the window, there was just a thick, dark, maroon fog.
He rushed out of the pilot’s deck and slithered to Room-02. “AIC, what is Researcher Aster's status,” yelled Zephyr as he ran down the corridor.
“Hey, AIC. Respond.” But no mechanical voice droned back.
Zephyr stopped at a room with a plaque that read "ASTER" and slid his tentacle across the locked door. It quickly opened and he immediately was taken aback by the cries of Researcher Aster.
Aster’s blindfold was on the ground and his forehead SCP brand was pulsing violently.
“Aster, what are you seeing!”
“Dead host. Dead network…” Researcher Aster quieted down and his otherwise stiff shoulders were overtaken by gravity.
Zephyr sighed. “AIC, send the logs to the Royal Hyacinth now.” He went deeper into the room and shook the Researcher’s floating body.
“AIC?"
Researcher Aster started to fade away and the room began to slowly disassemble. The wall panels, door, and everything around Zephyr just popped out of existence one after the other.
It kept going till the entire ship was gone. Zephyr was standing still and saw a city made of Legos directly in below him. Somehow he was still alive but the domain clearly was going to collapse soon. The air itself was cracking and the sky became blistered with purple and red pustules.
He was floating in space as a hazy human outline appeared before him.
'So that's what a dead person's persona looks like? Not as weird as I would've thought."
The fingers of the dark outline moved slightly. Zephyr’s skin started to crystallize and his flesh began to melt into a red liquid.
“Hahah, they always said the more powerful the dreamer, the more ironic they became with…” Zephyr’s mouth soon coagulated into glass.
A medium sized bottle of garlic aioli infused hot sauce was the last witness of New Oneiori North before it was blinked out of existence.
Automated Alert to Janitorial Staff
~From the desk of Junior Researcher Eleazar Memphis of Site-074 (Currently Out of Office)
Please dispose of deceased Dreamer Zephyr Stanley located in Human Containment Warehouse Gamma. And please make sure to airlock the door when you leave.
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DATE: 11 Feb 2021 03:45
BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following file is Level 4/9091 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden.
9091
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DATE: 10 Feb 2021 16:06
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL #5/Top Secret CLEARANCE CLASSIFIED
ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5/Top Secret AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION.
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|risk-class= notice
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DATE: 10 Feb 2021 13:38
Item #: SCP-5362
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-5362-1 must be contained in a large cell with sand and grass. Do not let any potted plants into 5362-1’s sight as he will become aggressive. Keep away from insects, animals, and humans. Refrain from direct contact.
SCP-5362-1 must stay on a strict diet of nothing but pure sunlight. Anything else and he will
In the event that SCP-5362-1 becomes aggressive towards staff and other anomalies, give him a Rubik’s Cube. This will distract him and will most likely calm him down.
In the event that SCP-5362-1 obtains human and/or animal flesh or meat, escort SCP-5362-3 to 5362-1’s cell.
In the event of a surge of SCP-5362-2, leave them be. They will return to 5362-1 eventually.
SCP-5362 will try to escape his cell often. In the event that he escapes, guide him back to his cell and be careful not to expose him to anything that would trigger hostile behavior.
Description
SCP-5362-1 is commonly referred to as The Blooming Thorns according to discovered folklore. It is abnormally large, precisely 5 meters in length, and its appearance resembles the shape of an average male and the large stem of an evergreen.
Upon closer examination, 5362-1 has many common attributes to other living organisms on the subject’s spine. Many mangled or unidentifiable limbs can be found jutting out from the location of the stomach. The subject has green pupils and large jaws, located at the top of the object, with 37 steel tusks. The entity attacks mostly animals and humans and eats their flesh and bones. Most commonly, 5362 with pick up the victim and crush them to death before beginning his feeding process. He usually targets children.
Blooming Thorns often enjoys puzzles.
He was located and contained on April 9th, 2006, at 2:35 PM during an attack at ████████ Elementary School. 19 students were killed, 23 were severely injured.
The Blooming Thorns seems to originate from an old myth. The story originates from a remote civilization located in the desert. The only known printing of this story comes from an educational children’s book we received from █████.
We interviewed Carrie ████, a 30-year-old female claiming to be from New York. She had no memory of arriving at our facility.
Carrie is now being contained for further studies and investigation. The results of the interview seem to suggest a form of telekinetic communication with the subject.1
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DATE: 10 Feb 2021 13:10
Item #: SCP-5156
Object Class: Euclid Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5156 is to be kept in a standard-size steel containment unit. Any personnel wishing to access it must first play the video game Animal Crossing for one hour, unless the permission of. If any personnel with security clearance below Level 2 attempts to touch the object without following the above criteria, they are to be immediately terminated. If the last video game that they played was of the horror or fantasy genres, or otherwise involved characters that would have a high likelihood of causing a containment breach, the offender must be prevented from touching the object at all costs.
Description: SCP-5156 superficially resembles a standard console controller produced by ████ Corporation. However, when touched by any living human, its "A" button glows red, and a character from the last video game the subject played appears directly in front of them. If the subject has not played any video game within the last year, the object will instead use, in order of preference:
- The last movie or fictional video the subject watched
- The last book the subject read, with the characters as the subject envisions them
- The last original idea the subject had
SCP-5156 does not rely on the most recent media that the subject viewed, but rather what the subject believes to be the most recent media that they viewed.See Test 5156-1B If it is used as a ████ controller, it will not function, and will manifest a character on the title screen of the loaded game (since that is all that the subject can see of it.)
Addendum 5156-A – Testing log of SCP-5156-1
Addendum 5156-B
Object Class has been upgraded to Keter due to the danger posed by some instances of SCP-5156-1.
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DATE: 10 Feb 2021 11:41
Item : #6116
Object Class : Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6116 is to be melted into a cube of pure metal, the mass of the iron must be higher then then the mass of the object.
Description: SCP-6116 is a torsso and arms of a medieval knight's armor, the object is capable of moving its parts, hovering in a maximum speed of 45 klh. Every non-metalic atom that comes in contact with the object is destroyed at an average speed of 2 grams per second, the speed depends on the sharpness of the part. The object can share its properties with a single metal object [SCP-6116-1] with a lower mass then it which is used as a weapon, it's currently possessing a medieval sword, which destroys non-metal in a speed of 1 kg per second, making it capable of cutting almost instantly any non-metalic object.
6116 is hostile and will attempt to kill any living creature in its proximity, and being as hostile to plants as it is to animals, preferring larger targets.
It has been reported to be sometimes distracted from pursue by a large tree or a forest.
Despite the object having no visible sense organs, it can find a living creature from any distance and has high swordsmanship skills.
Discovery:
[Experiment loge 611607]
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DATE: 10 Feb 2021 05:43
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell with 12cm of fiberglass insulation to block out screaming. SCP-XXXX is not to receive any social interaction outside of the times of 6 am - 11:59 am GMT. No one is to enter the containment of SCP-XXXX outside of the designated social times unless they have at least level two clearance. When visiting outside of designated times headphones with the ability to block 160 decibels must be worn at all times while inside of containment. When visiting SCP-XXXX the person interacting with it must never mention trees, curses, or witches.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid being that stands at ~180cm tall and doesn't need to eat, and continually goes through phases similar to trees going through the seasons, going from winter to spring to summer, then finally to fall, then which the cycle restarts. The being always goes into the next phase at the same time every day. SCP-XXXX wears a crown on its head that will change its look depending on which phase it is currently in. The times and changes are as follows:
- From 12 am - 5:59 am GMT it will be in its "winter phase" where its whole body will be frozen over with large ice crystals colored pale blue, with ice crystal sizes ranging from 8cm long to 14cm long. The crown on its head will be made of ice, and is clear, unlike the rest that is on it. In this state, SCP-XXXX seems to be slowed down not only physically but mentally as well. The being will perform actions at approximately 25% the speed a normal person would take to perform it. It will also react to other stimuli such as questions seconds later after being asked. When entering this stage from the last one can see ice growing directly on its muscles, causing it to scream.
- From 6 am - 11:59 am GMT the being will enter its "spring phase" where it will take on the appearance of a Caucasian male with brown hair. While it is in this phase it will act like a normal person and attempt to make conversation as such. There are no notable changes other than the crown on its head which seems to be made of vines, with flower buds growing on it. There is also a bird that will materialize in the crown, the species of which changes each day, and the birds seem to use the crown as a nest. These birds leave when SCP-XXXX is about to change into its next phase. When entering this phase the ice from the last phase will fall off showing its muscle. It will then proceed to grow its skin back, causing it to yell during the process.
- From 12 pm - 5:59 pm GMT, SCP-XXXX will enter the "summer phase" where it will be set ablaze with orange flames, while also causing it constant and extreme pain until it goes into the next phase. The fire covering the being does not emit heat, and will not burn or heat up anything it comes into contact with, and seems to only affect SCP-XXXX. The crown on SCP-XXXX's head will turn into golden flames while SCP-XXXX is in this phase.
- From 6 pm - 11:59 pm GMT SCP-XXXX will enter the "autumn phase" causing the fire from the "summer phase" to subside, after which its skin will begin to fall off, showing its muscle, and causing it to scream in pain. While in this phase SCP-XXXX will be sensitive to all touch and will yelp if it is touched by anything. Though the being can converse in the phase it likely won't due to the pain talking causes it. While in this phase the crown on its head looks similar to shriveled wood and is smaller than it usually is.
Though SCP-XXXX goes through phases that would kill a normal human it seems to only suffer the pain associated with each phase, but no lasting damage, or anything that would kill it. Though it changes phases that would kill a normal person, it can still take damage any other way, such as bullets, knives, or falls from great heights.
The crown on SCP-XXXX's head can be taken off, but will still be affected by the phase changing of SCP-XXXX. While the crown is off of SCP-XXXX's head it can be treated as a part of SCP-XXXX, but when another being wears it, they will become an instance of SCP-XXXX-1. When anything puts the crown on it will fuse to the being's head and will have the same anomalous effects that SCP-XXXX possesses without the effect of not being able to be killed from them. Any instance of SCP-XXXX-1 will follow the same phase-changing rules of SCP-XXXX but can be killed if it encounters a phase that it cannot survive.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was found in Wales, England on 15/09/2020 after reports of a man that was on fire for an extended time. The foundation picked up the SCP after it was taken to the hospital, and used class-C amnestics to all staff at the hospital.
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DATE: 10 Feb 2021 05:42
Item : #6116
Object Class : Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6116 is to be melted into a cube of iron, the mass of the iron must be higher then then the mass of the object.
Description: SCP-6116 is a torsso and arms of a medieval knight's armor, the object is capable of moving its parts, hovering in a maximum speed of 45 klh. Every non-metalic atom that comes in contact with the object is destroyed at an average speed of 2 grams per second, the speed depends on the sharpness of the part. The object can share its properties with a single metal object [SCP-6116-1] with a lower mass then it which is used as a weapon, it's currently possessing a medieval sword, which destroys non-metal in a speed of 1 kg per second, making it capable of cutting almost instantly any non-metalic object.
6116 is hostile and will attempt to kill any living creature in its proximity, and being as hostile to plants as it is to animals, preferring larger targets.
It has been reported to be sometimes distracted from pursue by a large tree or a forest.
Despite the object having no visible sense organs, it can find a living creature from any distance and has high swordsmanship skills.
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DATE: 10 Feb 2021 05:21
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DATE: 10 Feb 2021 04:52
SCP - XXXX
OBJECT - CLASS Elucid
SPECIAL - CONTAINMENT- PROCEDURES
SCP - XXXX Is to be sealed in a air-locked room with no un-necessary holes. As testing goes on SCP-XXXX, no other humans except Class-Ds are not to go 5 metres close to SCP-XXXX. Any humans going within 10 metres of SCP - XXXX Are to wear a hazmat suit with no exposures to avoid “exposure” to SCP - XXXX.
DESCRIPTION
SCP-XXXX Is a green watering can, like all normal garden watering cans, The water, SCP-XXXX-A, is able to replicate as long as there is 1 or more litres of water. If it goes under, SCP-XXXX will remain with the same amount of water, it seems SCP-XXXX Is stronger than normal water cans, but can be damaged, will “heal” itself over the course of 24 hours, no matter how bad the damage was.
SCP-XXXX-A is immune to evaporation currently.
Upon a human not wearing any protection comes into any contact with SCP-XXXX-A, there blood with suddenly change into green-ish blue liquid and start bleeding rapidly out of any area of the body. It is impossible to die from SCP-XXXX unless all the “liquid” comes out of the victims body.
If the “hole” is found, it is able to be sealed up. It’s impossible to re-grow blood, so for example, if someone lost 25% of 100%, it would permanently be 74% unless more is lost.
At random times, a “attack” will happen were the victims first hole would open up and the blood would pour out. This is a medical emergency and should be treated as a priority.
DISCOVERY
In 19-[REDACTED] A woman with 3 kids and a husband, was exposed, it was believed to be 5he first victim.
According to interviews, she was watering her roses, and a few drops landed on her feet (Back then they didn’t have shoes, thongs, etc due to the price then) and a few minutes after finishing said she felt a burning pain in her left foot, then she had notices this oozing green-ish blue liquid pouring out of her arm, she had ran to the hospital, but sadly died a few minutes after due to blood loss.
While the husband and the older Brother were cleaning the stains and liquid, both had been exposed.
The husband started “bleeding” 7-10 minutes after exposure, and the Older Brother was 30 seconds-2 minutes, Both had survived the first attack, husband has died on second, and the Older Brother had died for other reasons 15 years later.
The other 2 siblings were never
Currently no pages have been written on testing of SCP-XXXX, the 05 is working on realising them soon
