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DATE: 15 Jun 2021 13:33

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Wow! You flipped a card and got: SCP-1835!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 15 Jun 2021 06:56
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Item #: SCP-1835

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-1835-1 are to be kept in a padlocked steel container in designated Storage Room 78-B. Storage Room 78-B requires level 3 clearance to access. SCP-1837-1 is to remain in Storage Room 78-B. Two guards must be patrolling Storage Room 78-B at all times. Anybody who has activated SCP-1835 must be subject to Class-C Amnestics.

Description: SCP-1835-1 is a purple box with 'Dr Wonderentertainment's zeppelins- educational action for your children to re-enact the heroic struggles of the Rupertian people facing their Alarian aggressors! (Recommended for those aged 6-14)' printed on the front with an orange font.

The box comes sealed with two small patches of tape on the bottom of the front, which when the tape is cut and the front flap is lifted up, reveals a small model of a 19th century zeppelin measuring 10x7x5cm, referred to as SCP-1835-2, as well as an informative leaflet. Whenever a child in the suggested age group handles SCP-1835-2 it suddenly inflates to a full size 19th century military zeppelin, fully equipped with functioning weaponry. After this event occurs, the child becomes familiar with the events of the great Rupertian Battle of 1899. The child then possesses the knowledge needed to control SCP-1835-2. SCP-1835 has a cognitive effect, which causes the brain to mis-intercept light waves, causing everybody within one kilometer to see the soldiers of the army of Rupertia. According to a child affected by SCP-1835, this is a re-inaction of the Great Battle of 1899, where Rupertian soldiers fought the Alarians. It is thought that Rupertia and Alaria are actually alternate universe versions of Austria and Prussia. The weapons controlled by the child can cause serious damage to the surroundings. If more than one child activates SCP-1835, it causes the children to take sides as either Alaria or Rupertia. The soldiers do not cause real-world damage, as they are entirely a cognitive illusion.

SCP-1835 was discovered in 2005, whenever locals from Surrey, England reported large zeppelins circling the city. Foundation agents discovered the source of the activation a month later. A father had come forward and told the agents (Posing as policemen) that his son had recently acquired an obsession with Zeppelins, and a fictional country, 'Rupertia'. He had told the agents that he had bought a toy zeppelin for his son. By this point, the zeppelins had demolished a large area of land. Mobile Task Force Sigma-9 'Valkyries' swiftly destroyed the zeppelins. All known instances of SCP-1835 have been contained.

Not much information is known about Rupertia. An investigation is pending.

Footnotes

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Wow! You flipped a card and got: SCP 6053!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 15 Jun 2021 05:19
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SCP 6053 in containment attempt 1

Special Containment Procedures: (Entity 6053 is currently uncontained)

Description: Entity appears to be a goose-like figure with an orange beak and white feathers.

SCP-6053 is 2.7 feet tall and 4.3 feet long.

SCP-6053 is known to cause annoyance, destruction, and has come close to killing people.
6053 makes a honking noise like a goose. Likes lakes and ponds and often steals things from personnel. SCP-6053 is uncontainable, but there have been many containment attempts, such as in the picture above.

Addendum:

Recorded sessions of 6053 escaping:

*Personnel █████ walks by SCP-6053 in containment*
"I can't believe they think this goose can do anything, it's just a goose," says Personnel █████.
SCP-6053 proceeds to instantly breach containment, busting out after Personnel █████ makes the remark. "What the hell?!" says Personnel █████ in shock. Alarms start to roar as SCP-6053 runs 60mph out the facility.

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Wow! You flipped a card and got: no-more-crit-fairy!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 15 Jun 2021 04:15

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Wow! You flipped a card and got: xXDJKALRONXx!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 14 Jun 2021 23:29
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CAPTION-GOES-HERE

Item #: SCP-6000

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6000 is to be contained in the package that it is found in. Any other container will result in SCP-6000 taking any person in a 40,233.6 Meter radius. The location of which site SCP-6000 is secured does not matter as long as it is contained in its original package.

Description: SCP-6000 is a 0.6096 meter by 0.3048 meter by 0.1524 meter package. SCP-6000 is most commonly referred to as Dungeons and Dragons or DND. When taken out of the package SCP-6000 appears to be normal, but when SCP-6000 is played the person or persons playing SCP-6000 will take the person or persons in its self. The only known way to escape SCP-6000 is to win. As of now, only 3 people have been able to escape SCP-6000. One of those people was class D-357.

Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]

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Wow! You flipped a card and got: BookPenguin!!! You ca reload the page or go to the next.
DATE: 14 Jun 2021 18:30
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Society seizes to exist in America after a nation wide breach caused survivors to move into bunkers underground. 30 years later a survivor writes about her memories, losses and her education about the SCP Foundations failure.

James Kaiser, or as the Foundation called him, Junior Researcher Kaiser, tightened his tie in preparation for what was to come. This was his first (technically second, but the first was a 14-hour flight to Ethiopia for the training course) day as an employee of the Foundation, a clandestine organization with the sole purpose of making sure all the monsters in your closet don't strip the flesh from your bones with a flick of the wrist. Kaiser laughed as he remembered the look on his handler's face when he saw that Kaiser had cut a strip of bulletproof cloth from a guard's backpack when they weren't looking and was sewing it into his lab coat, spaced just close enough together to deflect small-arms fire but still be an efficient use of the limited fabric he had.

For context, Kaiser had never been "normal." Whether it was his account on Parawatch (something his hometown regarded as something of a digital crackhouse), or his Borderline Personality Disorder, those around him always found ways and excuses to avoid him. By the age of fourteen, he had become estranged to the concept of authority, something he saw as built of people that didn't understand him. Almost four years later, it hadn't come back. Ironically, in the clutches of one of the most controlling groups in the world, he had never felt more at home.

When the Foundation had come for him four days previously, he had rigged a shotgun up to the door so it would blow the head off anyone who entered without doing a little jig with the door. He didn't think the first guy would actually trigger it. Next thing he knew, he was clutching the fallen soldier's head, trying to use what little medical knowledge he had to stem the bleeding and ignoring the team right behind him. Next thing he knew, there was a pill shoved down his gob, and his limp form was shoved into their vehicle and retrieved. Once waking up, he spent two days in a cell before being invited for a meeting with Dr. Glass.

He had accepted their request before they made it.

Now, the C-130 brought him, along with thirty-odd initiates, to a landing in the little airfield besides SCP-6066. Judging by the bewildered looks of the rest of them, they weren't here by choice either. Kaiser counted himself lucky for being one of the few to actually believe in the paranormal. It felt less like diving headfirst into a pool of shit, and more like wading in step by step. He had already deduced that there were hostile entities (there were too many eyewitness accounts, Parawatch and otherwise, to deny that), and that they would vary in levels of danger.

He skimmed over the booklet handed to him. On the first page was a supposedly-handwritten letter from O5-7, treating the recruits of Oklahoma like they were superheroes or something. He browsed past explanations of Safe, Euclid, and Keter, along with Disruption Classes and Risk Classes. They all sounded the same to him. He was just reading it for the pictures.

Kaiser's attention was caught by a photograph of a man wearing 14th-century medical garb, his hand outstretched as if to beckon someone or grab something. The label underneath read SCP-049. There was a quick summary of what it did, which was apparently a supreme example of a "skip." If killing you with a single touch was a basic thing… he couldn't tell if he was nervous or excited.

Kaiser had requested all the SCP files he could get his hands on when he got to the facility. His tablet dinged as it received dozens of files. Kaiser couldn't keep the euphoria down, and giggled like a toddler as he perused the stacks of compiled knowledge. To a cryptid enthusiast like Kaiser, access to Foundation files was like giving a kid a billionaire's credit card and steering them in the direction of the nearest candy and/or toy store. Though several could probably stop his heart just looking at him, the sensation of it all was intoxicating. His bunkmate looked at Kaiser like he was insane. It was probably for good reason.

"What're you looking at?" He asked. "Skips." Kaiser replied.

"Skips?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because they're cool looking."

"You won't care when one's turning your GI tract inside out."

"That doesn't change that they're cool looking."

His bunkmate paused, then laughed. "Does anything faze you?"

"Yeah."

"Like what?"

"I- don't want to talk about it." Kaiser could see the brain matter splattered on the doorframe.

"Ooooooh-kay."

"What's your name?"

"Don Tresco."

"What's the Foundation got you in here for?"

"Something called Mobile Task Force." Whatever that was, it sounded like it could use people like Tresco. The man was built like a bull, even though he couldn't have been much older than Kaiser. He'd need to stay on his good side so he wouldn't use him like a toothpick.

"I'm James Kaiser, Junior Researcher. Pleasure to meet you." They shook hands.

The next week or so was a blur of activity, mostly involving briefings and trainings on the most basic the Foundation had to offer, mostly how to contain (or assist in the containment of) skips. The Researcher course had a lot on gunmanship, which was worrying to say the least. At least he was a decent shot.

But now- here, the fun began. Kaiser had sped through the introductory course (he did that a lot) and was now about to be sent, alongside several others, into the skip the facility surrounded. From what he'd heard, it was the Garden of Eden.

The fucking Garden of Eden.

Just like he had a week before, Kaiser tightened his tie. However, unlike a week before, the next thing he did was slide a .45 pistol into its holster, hidden within Kaiser's unbuttoned labcoat. Clipped to the other side of his coat was something called a "Reality Pen." Apparently, clicking it would generate a field of reality stabilization that would protect him from anything that manipulated spacetime. However, since it had to fit in a pen, he was supposed to use it sparingly due to its drain on the battery. Beside him was MTF Cadets Grati and Tresco. Grati had an antimaterial rifle with an intimidating scope strapped to the back, and Tresco had an assault rifle of some sort, though with his physique he could probably fire one in each hand and be fine. What sort of mission would require this group of heavily-armed trainees?

A scavenger hunt.

Through a three-and-a-half square kilometer maze.

Filled with anomalies.

Fuck.

Kaiser had four magazines of ammunition in his coat. Two were classic full-metal-jacket for corporeal enemies, and in the case of the lightning-things that haunted this place, they also had special Anti-Static Rounds, which would, upon touching an electric anomaly, burst into a cloud of insulative material, severely hampering the anomalies' ability to do harm if not disabling them outright. He also had some sort of energy bolt gun, that would stun anyone it hit like a Taser, but they were instructed to only use it on enemy teams, since using it on the lightning anomalies would only charge them up more. They would be watched from camera drones flying all around, so if they got into any real danger, the trial would be stopped immediately and they would be retrieved. In addition, they were told that two additional anomalies would be released into the perimeter, but not told their abilities. Kaiser knew it was to keep them on their toes.

However, they were told that the first team of three to locate all the objects on the list, along with an anomaly of their choice, and document it, would be granted a bonus two hours of recreation time every day for the next week. Anyone who needed to be retrieved was immediately disqualified. They were going to play two games. One was a cooperative game, where the teams were to locate and cooperate with their GOC counterparts to find the objects, with both teams getting the bonus, and one was a competitive game, where the Foundation and GOC teams were competing to find the objects and only one bonus would be given. There was no time limit, but more anomalies (all incapable of physical harm, of course) would be introduced to the competition as time went on. There were five teams each on the GOC and Foundation sides, all teams of three making thirty in total.

"All personnel-in-training, please prepare for deployment." A voice rang out over the intercom. Kaiser started running in place. The Cadets looked like they were suppressing laughs.

"Deployment in three, two, one…" An airhorn rang out and Team Blue entered the complex through the western gate. Immediately, they were greeted with stepped pyramids of exotic flowers and herbs. Some looked more appetizing than others. "Careful, we don't know which one of these are poisonous." Grati said. The pyramid fields were bisected by a road of perfectly-hexagonal stones, which continued in a straight line into a gate of some sort. Then, it went down, down to somewhere. Kaiser climbed up one of the taller pyramids and surveyed the area. As far as he could see, the triangular sector they were within was, aside from the pyramids, completely featureless, and the tunnel was the only way to got further without climbing gear.

"There's no other way to get further. What're we looking for?" Kaiser asked Grati, who had the list. "First thing is a statuette. Probably anomalous, so maybe don't touch it?" Grati replied. "If I were a statuette, where would I be?" Kaiser thought aloud.

"Probably indoors, so let's start there."

They headed down the tunnel, and Kaiser noticed as a tiny, gray protrusion in the wall swiveled around to look at them. Probably a Foundation camera.

As they entered, Kaiser gestured for Grati to hand him a set of NVGs. She grabbed her spare and handed it to him. Kaiser had to take off his glasses to accommodate them, but it wasn't like he couldn't strain his eyes a little. The pitch-black corridor lit up with pale green light. Tresco activated his laser sight. They continued on like this until Kaiser noticed a doorway in an alcove in the perfect wall. It looked like a normal office door, but in such a strange environment, normal things were the exception.

"We should check it out. Maybe they have something we need." Grati spoke. Carefully, Tresco opened the door and pointed his gun inside.

There was an agonizing pause.

"Clear." Tresco said. His voice seemed abnormally loud. Kaiser and Grati entered next, seeing a hallway with a dozen doors on each side, a door on the end, and mirrors in between each door. When Kaiser walked in, however, he saw a dozen copies of himself, all looking slightly different. In one, he was the MTF agent, and Grati was the Researcher. In another, he was wearing an orange jumpsuit with a blindfold around his head. The most disturbing of the mirrors was one in which there were three misshapen heads, attached by crooked and sticklike necks to a melded, singular body. The worst part?

One of those heads was wearing Kaiser's glasses.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" Grati said. Only Grati was to Kaiser's right, and this Grati was coming from the left. Kaiser turned to the source to see yet another mirror, with Grati standing on the other side, facing Kaiser.

"We've got an anomalous mirror. Well, really anomalous." Kaiser said awkwardly.

"What the hell…" Grati whispered, approaching the mirror. The other Grati remained still. "Can you hear me?" The other Grati asked. "Y- yeah, we hear you. What's wrong?" Grati #1 asked.

"Help me! You need to- you need to help me! They're almost here, I've locked the doors!"

"What's happening!?"

"Help me! Please! Let me through!" Grati #2 sounded desperate. Grati #1 pounded on the glass, trying to reach through to grab her hand.

"NO! THEY'RE HERE! I-" Grati #2 doubled over in apparent agony, then went still.

"Grati?" Kaiser asked in horror. Grati #2 rose to her feet, but now her look of panic was replaced with a cold, almost sadistic smile.

"Grati, be a dear and help me through." Grati #2 said, reaching a hand out to touch the glass. There was a look in her eyes that suggested something, close to insanity, but much, much worse. As her fingers touched the glass, the surface began to bulge inward, the glass coating her like some kind of infernal oil. Kaiser thought nothing, just pulled his pistol and fired a full magazine into the glass. The bullets pinged off, like he was shooting tank armor.

"Shit, shit, SHIT!" Kaiser yelled. "RUN!" Tresco turned and fired two bursts into the emerging glass creature, to no effect. They burst out of the door leading back into the tunnel, only for a bolt of cyan energy to glance past Kaiser's head. The glass creature burst from its mirror prison and slipped through the doorway, ignoring Team Blue and sprinting towards Team Green, the ones who had shot at them. In the dark, it would be almost impossible to see, even with NVGs.

"RUUUN!" Kaiser screamed with all his might. The Cadet that fired the bolt had only a moment to register what was going on before the glass creature's hands wrapped around his head and wrenched it to the side with an awful crunch. The Researcher was next, having only the time to let out a strangled gasp before a single .50 round from the former Grati's rifle left her without a head. The other cadet was luckier, getting one or two shots off before three more to his abdomen downed him. The creature lifted him off his feet by the neck. The Cadet made a strangled, desperate noise of two syllables before the creature mercilessly crushed his windpipe.

"Mommy!"

"Command, what the hell did I just see!?" Kaiser said into his radio, hunched with his team behind a tall pyramid.

"Team Blue, description." The cold voice replied.

"We were in this hall, and there were doors and mirrors, and something that looked like my teammate just crawled out of one and fucking murdered Team Green!"

"Are you sure they're dead?"

"It snapped one Cadet's neck, crushed the other's windpipe, and reduced the Researcher's head to fucking mist!"

"Oh, God, ohhh God." Grati said, rocking back and forth in a ball.

"Team Blue, remain at your position, we are extracting all teams from the entity!"

Kaiser looked back at the tunnel. There was no telling if or when that thing was going to come after them. "Negative, we cannot stay here!"

"Team Blue, if you do not remain at your position we will not be able to locate you!"

"Then we're dead either fucking way! That thing ate half of Tresco's mag and one of mine like it was nothing!"

"Cadet Grati is equipped with a 50-caliber anti-materiel rifle. You are ordered to fire upon the entity with it."

"Grati, get your rifle! If it's got tank armor, we're gonna try the anti-tank gun."

"Y- yes, sir." Grati said hesitantly, climbing the pyramid to steady her gun at the top. With that, she was given a five-meter-high vantage point. They waited for the thing to leave the tunnel. Several minutes ticked by. Then, just as they were about to say that it was gone, the creature leaped from the tunnel and sped towards them at what must've been fifty kilometers per hour or more. "FIRE!" Kaiser ordered. Grati fired one shot, then two. The creature staggered back with the first, then fell to its knees on the second. Its glass was visibly fractured. Grati fired her entire magazine into the thing, leaving it a crumpled heap on the ground.

"Command, entity contai-" Kaiser began, only to see it stand up and begin staggering towards them at a pathetic pace.

"Command, the entity was slowed but not terminated."

"Roger, Team Blue. You are free to disengage. We will be landing an MTF chopper in the center square, do everything in your power to make it there."

"Affirmative. Everybody up, we're moving!" Kaiser spoke. They began a brisk jog, watching for anomalies, but strangely enough, the electric ones were absent.

As they wandered the sector adjacent to the starting one, they climbed the taller pyramids closer to the center to survey the area. The center quadrant was a giant hexagon, divided into fourths by a set of walls, leaving room for a small square in the center with a towering, monolithic pyramid before it. From so high up, it seemed kilometers away, and Kaiser felt a feeling of hopelessness, his mind telling him that he would never make it through the maze in time.

Suddenly, someone called out to them. "Hey!" A female voice called. The entirety of Team Blue turned, raising their weapons. "Don't shoot! I'm not trying to hurt you!" The voice said. Cautiously, the team descended the pyramid and looked to the source to see an ajar door in the wall. Tresco entered first, rifle raised. Kaiser entered second, and Grati covered the rear. Tresco flipped his flashlight on.

Standing before them was a woman with orange-and-brown fur, gazelle-like horns, and a predatory, foxlike face. Something about her simultaneously put him on guard and at ease at the same time. The way she held herself indicated some form of docility, but the look in her eyes was unmistakably human, and unmistakably cunning. "Come on, I know a shortcut to the center." She said, taking off into the darkness. They had no choice but to follow. She ran just fast enough to stay at the edge of the light, but just slow enough to still feel the twilight.

The corridor opened up into a large chamber with an empty podium at its center, probably designed to hold some display case or something. As Kaiser inspected the room, something snagged his eye. There was a pedestal hanging from the top of the room, holding a golden chalice filled with red liquid, both cup and contents defying the laws of gravity.

It was then that he noticed Grati and Tresco staring at him incredulously. The fox-person halted in her tracks as well. "Oh, yes, that. You're welcome to take a drink if you so desire. Just hold out your hand."

Calmly, Kaiser stretched out an open palm, without even paying attention to what he was doing. Just like that, he felt something hit his hand, and his fingers wrapped around it without him even thinking. Looking at his hand, the chalice rested in his right hand, having fallen from the ceiling and not spilled a single drop. Impressive.

"If you want to drink, be my guest. In fact, you want to drink too, don't you? I can sense that you're so thirsty…" The fox-person said slyly. As a matter of fact, Kaiser was parched. The stuff in the cup gave off an intoxicating aroma. The fox-woman wanted him to drink, and he would not disappoint…. it looked…. so tasty….

Kaiser had begun raising the goblet to his lips when a gunshot startled him out of whatever trance he was in. The fox-woman gave a gasp, and Kaiser turned around to see her as she stumbled, fell to her knees, and hit the floor, mouth agape, saliva laced with blood. "Cognitohazard 101, Kaiser. Also, how the hell did she convince you to drink- shit and blood!?" Grati said, pulling the goblet from Kaiser's hand and pouring it out. However, after five straight seconds of continuous tipping, the chalice seemed nowhere near empty.

"And the shit never ends!"

Team Blue made their way still towards the center. Despite her… shortcomings, the fox-woman had spoken truthfully when she said that there was a shortcut. And it only costed a bullet, James thought. Though, here, one bullet could certainly be the difference between life and death and- whatever the shit goblet was. "Fucking furries," Tresco mumbled under his breath.

"That's what they want you to do." Kaiser replied.

"God, Kaiser!" Grati and Tresco said simultaneously. Kaiser chuckled.

By this point, the seemingly insurmountable maze had almost melted before them, leaving a clear trail to the exit.

That was when they heard the hissing.

"OH GOD SNAKE!" Tresco yelled, hastily making his way towards the square.

"Why do you fear me?" A low, scraping voice spoke. The very sound sent a terrible feeling down Kaiser's spine, like a nail had been driven between every vertebra. Kaiser turned to see a humanoid creature, but everything about it was wrong. It was covered in brown scales, its eyes were slitted and yellow.

It was a snake.

Not only that, it was a snake contorted and coiled in ways that should not have been possible. It somehow had four tails, one for each limb, even though James saw that its body never split. "Lower your weapons. It would do neither of us well for me to attack you." Kaiser sure as hell didn't follow that command.

"What the hell are you?" Kaiser asked.

"Someone who's here to assist. A… friend, so to speak. Don't worry." It hissed. With that, its eyes pulsed with glowing white, sending a shock across Kaiser's brain. His thoughts began to dissipate into the static. Recognizing what was happening, he wrenched his head to the side, grabbing Grati and covering her eyes. With his other hand, he pulled his pistol and fired two shots at where the sound came from.

"Now that's no way to treat a friend." The snake-thing hissed from behind. Kaiser whipped around, eyes shut, and fired twice more. Then, it hissed an incomprehensible phrase at him from his left. Without Kaiser wanting to, his pistol went to shoot the thing.

Through Kaiser's head.

Kaiser dropped his weapon, only for his hand to go for his throat. "Yes. Die in the dark, as they say." With that, his other hand began to spasm, reducing his ability to not strangle himself. Frantically, he reached for the pen in his pocket-

Click.

Immediately, whatever foul presence taking over his body immediately dissipated and the snake hissed with pain. His risked opening his eyes to see that he wasn't affected anymore. Grati yanked a chain with a crucifix on it off her neck and began swinging it at the snake frantically. When it connected, it didn't seem to do much, but the snake still recoiled as if in agonizing pain. It let out a disturbingly human scream, and then moved for Tresco. He, not having resisted the cognitohazard, wasn't in much shape to resist as an impossibly long tail extended from the thing's "arm" and began dragging him behind it. It was dragging him towards a tree with pale, skin-like bark, branching green leaves, and low-hanging purple fruits. "If we're in the Garden of Eden, then that's the Tree of Knowledge! TRESCO!" Kaiser shouted. Considering the last time someone ate that fruit…

It was too late for Tresco now. The snake had him in its grip. "Are you God?" He said weakly. "No, Donovan." Grati said, her voice cracking as she lined up her shot.

"That's Satan."

Bang.

The round ripped through Tresco's body a moment too late, just as his arm gave a yank on the nearest fruit.

Like that, he was gone.

"Tresco?" Kaiser asked in horror. Silence. Then, he noticed that the light coming from the outside was warped, the complex seeming to get taller and bending to intersect the line formed by Kaiser and the core of the Earth. "Grati, GET DOWN!" Kaiser said, leaping behind the walls of the square.

BOOM!

The entire world went white and all sound was replaced by a horrible ringing in Kaiser's ears. All conscious thought withered away in the firestorm, and Kaiser could do nothing but crawl further behind the wall and curl into the fetal position. Everything was burning hot and freezing cold all at once. It was a solid minute of this, though that felt like every eternity in the multiverse to Kaiser. Shards of rock rained down on him, which would've cut him if not for the armored cloth he had the foresight to sew into his coat.

Then, just like that, it was over. Kaiser couldn't hear anything- in fact, he could feel the blood dripping from his ears- and with his burst eardrums, he had no sense of balance. The entire world spun around him and his sight was blurred and unfocused. Without thinking, he let out a silent scream. A few seconds later, two images of one figure appeared in his vision, wearing a red ribbon tied around their right arm. Kaiser tried to remember what that signified, but found that he could not. The figure lifted him into their arms and began carrying him towards a source of repetitive vibrations, like an engine of some sort. Before his consciousness slipped away entirely, he heard a voice say:

"As the Armor defends the Skin, so the Rot will break the Body."

Kaiser awoke on the helicopter, still completely deaf. He tried to lift his head, but he couldn't tell which way was up and almost vomited. Someone stood over him, holding a syringe. Their helmet was imprinted with a white six-pointed star, indicating an MTF medic, and read MTF G-8. They brought their needle closer, and Kaiser didn't even feel the prick before he was out again.

The next thing Kaiser knew, he was in a clinic, smelling of antiseptic and needles. An alarm went off as his heart rate increased, and before he knew it, there was a doctor with him.

"Can you hear me?" He said.

"Y- yeah." Kaiser croaked. The room wasn't moving in waves under him like before, so that was a plus.

"Good. Junior Researcher Kaiser, I'm sorry to say that you have just experienced your first containment breach."

"My first?"

"Most of them aren't as bad as that one. It was a learning opportunity, though."

"Meaning?"

"The mirrors you encountered would be classified Safe. The creature that left the mirror would be classified Euclid. The serpentine anomaly would be Keter. In fact, me and a few others are submitting a proposal to reclassify the zone Keter."

"Yeah, but how bad is it, doc?"

"The breach or your injuries?"

"Both."

"A total of twenty-two trainees, mostly from the Foundation, were killed, alongside four staff for a total of twenty-six deaths. As for you, you were found with both severe hypothermia and second-to-fourth-degree burns over a significant portion of your body, paradoxically. We had to replace much of your skin with synthskin. The synthskin will take a few days to fully integrate with your body, so you'll have to stay on bed rest until that time. We also had to surgically repair your ears and eyes. On the bright side…" The doctor pulled Kaiser's glasses off. "Hey! I need-" Kaiser grabbed for the glasses, only to realize that he was seeing perfectly well without them.

"Well, that's interesting. What happened to my team?"

"We haven't located Tresco; if he disappeared like observed, he may have been removed from the universe or timeline altogether. As for Grati, she was crying and would not have noticed the oncoming explosion if not for you. In fact, she was substantially less hurt than you. She was able to walk on her own and stayed by your side the whole trip back."

"How long was I out?"

"About thirty-six hours."

There was a knock on the door. "Come in." The doctor said. Two people entered the room. "Kaiser! You're awake!" Grati exclaimed, moving to hug him, but Kaiser stopped her. "New skin." He said. They settled on a handshake instead. The second person was a Researcher, his ID revealing his name as Dr. Nathan Halloway, Head Researcher. He said nothing, only took a small stack of papers in a folder from his coat, laid them on the bedside table, and left.

Kaiser grabbed the papers and began flipping through them. As he read them, his eyes brightened and he pumped his fist. "What is it?" Grati asked.

"I got a promotion!"

Afterword: Junior Researcher Kaiser was promoted to the position of Researcher and assigned to work under Head Researcher Halloway in the OXIDA Project, the official name for actions against "The Church of the Broken God" with intent to slow or halt its acquisition of technological or religious artifacts. During the course of this, a raid was performed by the GoI on his outpost, where he was captured and implanted, along with the entire staff of the outpost, with an anomalous cranial implant rendering him immune to most cognitohazards, being one of two staff to survive the procedure. Dr. Kaiser has not expressed any desire to have this implant removed, considering the incident that started his career left him with a severe aversion to and fear of memetic agents and cognitohazards.

Dr. Kaiser spent his first two years at the Foundation working for Dr. Halloway in this endeavor, using his grasp of paranormal engineering to study, catalogue, and even reverse-engineer Mekhanite entities. When the primary objective of the OXIDA Project was realized and it was disbanded, Dr. Kaiser was reassigned to analysis of SCP-6025 for a period of six months. After distinguishing himself during the "Weeping God" Incident, he was relocated to Site-19, where he now resides as Head Engineering Researcher.
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SCP Foundation Secure Facility Dossier

Exclusionary Area-174

Founded: 02/05/2021

Area-174

Area-174, concealed by desert scenery.

Official Designation: SCP Foundation Mojave Desert Exclusionary Area

Facility Identification Code: USCAMO-Area-174

General Information

Purpose: Area-174 has a duel purpose, of both containing local SCP's, and, as an exclusionary area, acting as a "last resort" for Foundation should the need arise, in the event of an XK, or CK scenario.

Founded: 02/05/2020

Location: Mojave Desert, California, USA

Founding Director: Dr. Benjamin Peyton

Size: Total floor area of 17.6 km².

FoundingDirectorStevenson

Founding Director Stevenson.

Site Overview

A last resort / Preparing for the worst.

Area-174 is built almost entirely underground, with only one main entrance, via a titanium-chromium seal capable of withstanding a thermal blast of up to 10,000 degrees, and thus, can withstand a nuclear assault. The seal also has a high tensile strength, and can withstand the majority of brute force attacks. The entirety of Area-174 is shielded by Scranton Reality Anchors, and therefore, means the facility is capable of shelter against both conventional assault and reality-warping anomalies.

In the event of an XK or CK class scenario, Area-174 can utilise its protection as an Exclusionary Site, and act as a safe house for the Foundation until normalcy has been restored.

Site Layout

Area-174-Floorplan

A simplified pictogram of Area-174.

Area-174 consists of 6 primary sectors; listed A through F.

Sector List:

Sector A: Primary entrance sector, Low-risk containment cells.

Sector B: Laboratories and Testing areas.

Sector C: Storage and office areas.

Sector D: Employee recreation area.

Sector E: Dormitories and residential sector.

Sector F: Maintenance and Life support systems.

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Level 2 Clearance or above required!

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scp7000

SCP-6970-1.

Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force
DIM-Site-62 Dir. Estelle Isle Dr. Uriah Deveyerr MTF Lambda-74 "Gamejacker"

SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:


[in the event of info leak or whatever ], a disinformation campaign under the guise of an ARG.Alternate Reality Game. is to be initiated and maintained.

DESCRIPTION:


SCP-6970 is a phenomenon in which individuals will suddenly shift from their surrounding area, manifesting inside of an extra-dimensional liminal space. .Hereby designated SCP-6970-1. Infrequently, also acting as an individual’s form of return from SCP-6970-1. (see Discovery) Although most cases sharing relations with SCP-6970 are presumed to have expired within SCP-6970-1. No discernible pattern or criteria is needed to be met for persons to be susceptible to SCP-6970. .Investigations into possible correlation between SCP-6970 and unsolved missing persons cases are in process.

SCP-6970-1 is an indeterminate expanse of randomly segmented corridors and rooms, invariable in appearance, sharing yellowed wallpaper, damp carpet, and possessing light fixtures at inconsistent intervals. .Efforts to locate interiors and settings that share the likeness and superficial features of SCP-6970-1 In baseline reality are ongoing.

Navigation tools such as compasses and other have rendered ineffective for travel inside of SCP-6970-1, though radio communications and electronic transmissions maintain function. (see Addendum 6970.3)

SCP-6970-1 is devoid of life, other entities not to have been observed. (see Addendum 6970.3)

DISCOVERY:

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EXPEDITION LOG
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Questions for Critters:

1) clinical tone?
2) should addendum 1-2 be omitted
3) is the atmosphere good
4) is the ending underwhelming
5) is this bad
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backroomscp backroomscp

citing both 5545 and Level 0 on The Backrooms Wiki as i directly pulled from them both for desc

shoutout to critters

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DATE: 14 Jun 2021 15:05
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// COGNITOMOLE NOTICE // : Access to this file is limited to personnel with Level 5-001 clearance. Upon accessing the file, Foundation Cognitomole ARK_cm771 will embed within your subconscious. By continuing, you agree to allow your identity, location, eye and bodily movements, and biosignature to be tracked by ARK_cm771 for up to 72 hours. Unauthorized personnel accessing the file may be subject to disciplinary measures including cognitive suppression and remote termination.

— Dir. Zack Ekshun
Director, Memetics and Infohazards Division
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'PATAPHYSICS NOTICE: The following document describes several potential narrativohazards.narrativohazard (n.): a hazard caused by one's interaction with certain story-structures. They often result in cascading narrative disruptions, causing entities to be injected into, or ejected from, baseline reality.. Attempts to interrupt the described anomaly's story-structures are hazardous and should be limited to controlled testing environments.

— Dir. Place H. McD.
Director, Pataphysics Department

test page for testing

http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2641

SCP-2641: The Talk Spore

Author: $sc(rn)p$
(More from this author.)



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"Tell me about your sex life."


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The word broke his stupor.

"I'm sorry?"

"Are you sexually active?"

"Oh, no. Not for a couple of months really."

That was a lie; it had been longer. Much longer. He had never been very forthright about his sex life, not even with medical staff. It's not imperative that social histories be as accurate as, say, containment procedures, after all. Right?

"Are you up-to-date on vaccinations?"

"Yes."

"Inoculations?"

"I believe so."

"How much do you weigh?"

"Uh…maybe…" the time he took to formulate a figure bespoke the sensitivity with which he always approached this subject.

"I can weigh you real quick," the nurse stated. She moved her hand aside her waist from where she produced a handheld device resembling an infrared scanner, the sort used for bar codes. She picked it up to her eyesight and took aim at him. The nurse clicked the handle and a monotone beep sounded.

"115," she read off the back of the scanner.

He looked at her incredulously.

"…kilograms," she finished without meeting his gaze. "Okay. The doctor will be in shortly. Can I get you something to drink while you wait?" She started moving towards the door.

"Anything diet?" he quipped.

"I can go check," she replied.

"No, that's okay, thank you though. I'll just watch the news."

"Alright then." She smiled, her lips not parting as she left.

The room was washed featureless in the white hum of the fluorescent lighting. The walls, much farther apart than in the exam rooms he knew as a civilian, defied him to find a blemish upon their padded faces. There aren't many advantages being in one of the highest-risk populations for traumatic amputations, mutant drug-resistant infections, complete and irreversible psychological collapse, hyperacute exsanguination, and degloving injuries; and one in the only at-risk population for pandimensional dematerialization, temporal irretrievability, and the xenochemical liquification of internal tissues. But state-of-the-art medical care standards and capabilities were two, if not the only such advantages.

With the push of a button, the exam chair began its massage therapy. As was his selection, the scents of lemon and rosemary permeated the air, it supplemented with purified oxygen and aerosolized anxiolytics. The extra O2 gave him a nice buzz. He rode it through his thoughtless channel surfing. Sports. Glamor. Politics. He stopped on the Foundation's internal informational channel.

New construction project updates; another site dedicated to object containment. The rate of the Foundation’s discovery of anomalies is accelerating. He liked to believe that they were simply getting better at their jobs…that’s an expected outcome after decades of practice and process, right? Even still, a sulking sensation remained until a suspicion; the anomalous has been brought to a boil. The law of equal-and-opposite forces applied to some fundamental particle responsible for four-thousand anomalous objects’ escape from the conforms of otherwise insurmountable physical constants; the anomaly’s freedom naturally inclined to ride entropy like a wave, now simmering a sort of frustrated potential energy as its collective lay increasingly in stagnation by the hands of the Foundation's tailored special containment procedures; the reclaiming of their rightful place in the natural world, the term ascribed to them becoming less true with each one discovered.

A knock. Even the Foundation’s doctors are advanced…with a sense of punctuality, he thought. The door opened without his reply.

“Mr. Baker?”

“Yes hello, doctor.”

“Hi how are you today? I’m Dr. Fiael and I’m part of the team here managing your care.” This was a tall man with an athletic build, the type those like Luke Paul Baker imagined themselves to stand and walk like in moments of ridiculous hubris. It was rude of course to wonder the degree to which a person’s good looks helped established careers of intellectual authority, but he couldn’t help it here.

“Nice to meet you, doctor.”

Dr. Fiael ritualistically washed his hands as he spoke. “It’s been a while since you’ve been here, hasn’t it? Last time was your initial employee physical and your inoculations. A year or two I read, if I'm not mistaken. Yeah, so how has your research duty been, tell me about that. What do you study? Some chemistry, right?” The doctor sat on a stool opposite the exam chair and mimicked the patient’s body language.

“Been good. Yes it is, chemical solutions. We are harnessing a uh…solanaceous exospore that when released forces the individual into ceaseless small-talk.” Baker could almost pinpoint the second the doctor’s regret bloomed upon his thin veil of an expression. He compromised with inaccuracy to redeem the conversation somewhat but also to get through it quicker. “…we study an anomalous potato.”

The doctor nodded, his eyebrows heightened and his lips furrowed slightly at the edges. “Wow, that’s…wow, infectious small-talk huh? Can I get you to test a couple of my coworkers for that while you’re here?” Dr. Fiael’s clinical front broke as he laughed at his own joke. Baker managed to force a relatively convincing laugh; he had a lot of practice with that in response to this very joke having been made on innumerable occasions.

The doctor sighed longingly as his sense of propriety returned him to a neutral demeanor. "But Mr. Baker, let's talk about this visit. Tell me a little bit in your own words what you know about why you're here today."

"Well, I have been having severe itching over my face, arms, and legs for about 2 months now that isn't resolved by the usual topicals. As I understand it, I'm here to follow up from the blood work taken by the on-site nurse last week."

"Very good. We are hiring, you know." The doctor shot a rehearsed smile. There was no laugh. God he was so bad at these moments. The training of medical school couldn't prepare him, or anyone for these diagnoses. "Well, that is right. Such itching is commonly due to a fungal infections on the skin. Now I understand from your chart that you experienced a fungal infection relatively recently. Tell me about that.”

“Like the rest of my team, I was at one point infected with SCP-2641, about 7 months ago. I underwent on-site medical care and my symptoms resolved, like everyone else’s. We know the infection is mild and doesn’t produce these symptoms I’m having now.”

“Okay. Here’s what I’m getting at. Part of the lab work we did was a sample to culture, and we haven't grown anything to date. Um, usually it takes…about 72 hours, and its been well beyond that time so we wouldn't expect to see anything from that. That's good news. The bloodwork however, was more revealing. It showed a high rate of eosinophils." The doctor allowed himself a breath.

“I…don’t understand what that means.”

“…I apologize, I am sorry. Of course, that was poor form. It’s like your potato spores, isn't it?” He really was bad at this.

“Those are cells of the immune system that are elevated when a foreign organism is…actively utilizing the body,” the doctor explained cautiously. He decided to pause and gauge what the patient made of the hint. “…from within. It seems that the infection may not have been eradicated as it was in your coworkers for reasons we can discuss if you’d like.”

“What team do you work for, doctor?”

Thank God, he’s already figuring it. “Infectious diseases…my subspecialty is in those with underlying autoimmune disorders.”


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Cyclospora solanacea Bakerifa. They got to name it, despite all my research, and they named it after me, its flagship, autoimmune, worst-case study. Let’s get this clear; having a systemic fungal parasite named after you is no consolation. What it means is one week follow-ups for your foreseeable future. The nurse exits the room quicker this time, having less to go over but also having less willingness to tolerate a proximity, I’m sure. Even behind a respirator mask, I can still see she’s very pretty.

The walls are the color of limbs robbed of blood. They are suffocating me. The slight padding on the wall makes me wonder if this room could double as a psychiatric isolation. I smack the stale air, tilt my chin towards my chest and pet my stubble. The chair remains still and the television dark.

In walks Dr. Fiael, Chief of Infectious Diseases and Communicable Anomalopathologies. His figure is cloaked in layers of personal protective equipment; an immediately-disposable body gown and some non-latex gloves that I think he has double-layered. These are a new development and “standard” given a positive result on another set of blood cultures. I know he doesn’t mean for it to, but it screams of my inhumanity and also of their utter ignorance of this disease; it was just one week ago that he shook my hand.

"From studies to being studied, right doctor?"

"Hello, Baker. How are you faring?"

"Well enough."

"I see the collection upon your cheek is still swollen…looks a bit angrier than last time. Have you had any…production this last week?"

With a nod, I indicate the specimen collection jar on the table. The materials inside fibrillate upon themselves, as if a mound of seizing worms.

"Oh okay, well, that's not good per se, but at least it gives us more to work with here. Thank you. Honestly, that cheek looks like its ready, do you mind if we try to evacuate it?"

"That's fine. But first, why me? I understand I have a weak immune system. But I got better after a week or so, just like everyone else. How come no one else has relapsed?"

The doctor looks to the bedside table to confirm the needed equipment: some gauze pads, a tongue blade, a sterile specimen cup and some tape. He positions everything just so and swivels the stool to my left side. “Many infectious agents have a dormancy period after an initial infection; syphillis, HIV, even chickenpox, that one lives in your spine for life, ready to bloom into shingles one day.”

I feel the sharp soreness as his fingers flank my cheek and press down. The worst part about the removal of these parasites is that their exiting through the pores of my skin actually feels good. He scraps off the pendulous exudates with the tongue blade and quickly places them in the sterile cup. I can see his brow furrowing in the process. “It’s possible this has a similar prodrome phase. The recent left-shift in your white blood cells could be telling us that it was hidden from the immune system for some time, and it could have been triggered, as in the other infections, by stress…something like that wouldn’t be unheard of. As of now it is idiopathic bandemia though, for sure.”

His statements may as well be squid ink. Like many doctors, he tends to throw out esoteric technical terms to mask that he actually doesn’t know anything about what is going on. It is as informative as it is obfuscating.

"Okay. That's enough for us, but I think we need to go ahead and finish here, so you have some symptomatic relief. I'm going to let the nurse do…all that after we're done talking here. Sound good?"

I finally find the bravery to match his look of disgust with one of my own.

Dr. Fiael continues. "The plastic surgery team can be onboard to wash out the necrosis and patch you up, I've already spoken with that team's lead and he's going to meet with you before you leave today. You and I…need to talk about alternate treatment options. First off, I'm going to prescribe you some high-shelf narcotics for pain."

"But I'm not in any pain."

"I know I know, it's just I'm going to be out of the office next week and would rather cover all possible fronts myself while I'm here so as to not burden my colleagues. Don't worry. It's better to have and not need than need and not have, so. But aside from that, we're going to modify the antimicrobial regimen slightly. The antifungals on board just aren't doing the job, as I know you are aware. This is clearly something we don't understand very well, and so our data on sensitivities aren't going to mean much, but they are all we have to go on to be blunt. There's another drug we'd like to try."

"What are the side effects?"

"Yes, good question. Uh impotence, for one. Kidney damage, liver damage are more concerning; we'll have to draw labs for those weekly while you are on this. I'm more concerned about the eventualities that are more assured if we don't try this though. On one hand, yes, we have some things to watch out for and we can manage those well; but on the other hand we have a fairly certain idea of how this will progress."

The doctor pauses his speech. I know by this point in our interaction that he is providing "therapeutic silence", which is just a fancy phrase for hesitation; the next sentence is going to suck. It becomes awkwardly apparent that the conversation isn’t going to proceed unless I give some sort of volley. "How is that doctor?"

"Well how much detail would you like here?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Some patients don't do well with the details, so we like to ask as a courtesy."

"…I…Jesus…just give me all the details."

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DATE: 14 Jun 2021 07:21

This is a colection of SCP-096's thoughts
I have been here… forever… It's the only place I'm safe. The people outside my room hate my stupid, ugly, useless self. I can't talk, I am that stupid. My… my God, I am dumb. The only time I was a little… haccy… no, it's happy… The only time I was happy it's when the two lab men took me to the mountains. But the orange man saw my face and other people did too. The men in charge now want me dead. Well, I deserve dying. I hate myself. I can't even die. I want death. Death… death… death… my… death. I am nice. I am nice. But when they see my face, I get angry… I have to kill them if they see my ugly face. Nobody should live seeing my ugly face. I want to take it off, but it grows back. I am damned for this. I want to die… or to at least be invisilbe. No, it's invisible.
I am not normal! I am ugly. I am stupid. I am horrifying.
I am too skinny, my hands are too long, my legs are too thin and my face… my face is the worst thing ever.
When they took me to that lizard thing, I wanted it to end me. But it didn't. I want it to.
I wanted to kill it, maybe that's why I didn't die.
Aaa, just end me! I am the lowest form of… creature? Am I a creature? Am I alive?
Ahaha! Ahaha! Ahaha! I welcome death. I don't have any more tears to cry with. They think I am a monster. They are right! They should just kill me! I hate them for not killing me!
No, I don't… They tried..
I will kill myself! I am going to cut my head off! That's right. Oh, it hurts! But I deserve the pain!
Good, the head is down. I am still alive! No! It's growing back! Crap! Crap! Crap!
I guess I will suffer fovever…

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