08/03/2020
Personal Journal entry
My plans went as follows 1. find an area in the woods I can pee safely, but shit my cramps; if only I could rip out my defective ovaries! Actually, this is a sign they are working at peek— you know what, I should be more worried about my first impressions. Because as of now, the first thing they heard from me was profanities about my cursed issues. My only hope now is the company I keep, I'm waiting on the supposed dispatch to arrive at my location. God, I hope whoever they send isn't worse than my agoraphobic ass.
I'm going to stop writing this, the chieftain of the Flatfeet, or SCP-1000 tribe, is giving me a look. I should begin my negotiations — I'll get to translating.
Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date:
Exploration Team: Charmin Ultrasoft
Subject: SCP-1000 tribe located within the region of Kelpsy, Pennsylvania.
Team Lead: Samantha Rose
Team Members: TBA
[BEGIN LOG]
Chieftain Black-Back: They've sent you...
Dr.Rose: I take it that I wasn't what you were expecting.
Chieftain Black-Back: Or recognize, you've grown. Hardly the runt princess of the sun we've known before our calamity left us bare.
Dr. Rose: about that… my people are— Sorry…
Chieftain Black-Back: No need to for that half-hearted apology,
Dr. Rose:I—
High priestess Fawn Fur: This half-hearted apology is an attempt to claw back legitimacy in the eyes of the Black foot tribe, much of which was lost during the post-flood era. Do not think, we, the pure generation forget what your ancestor Adam has done to our fellow folk.
Chieftain Black-Back: Silence fawn fur!
High priestess Fawn Fur: My chieftain! Do you forget about the Blight of Titania!?
Chieftain Black-Back: I've been in my current position for only half a cycle, and I'm more than already prepared to converse on joining humanity's ranks. Not because you're any good at the negotiation, but because our people are in deep tribulation.
Dr. Rose: Oooooh. Okay, that saves me the effort.
Chieftain Black-Back: One that you agreed to aid us with. I must say, we are overjoyed to have the fire princess on our side. So we may have a way forward in our peaceful ways.
Dr. Rose: I'm gonna need you to stop calling me by those names while I'm at work. It's Dr. Rose.
Sound of a tree cracks and breaks the conversation, a chainsaw revs, a tree falls between Dr. Rose and Chieftain Black-Back. The heads of SCP-1000 tribesmen turn.
High priestess Fawn Fur: Who the devil is that?
????: Ladies and gentlemen, your lumber Jack, has arrived!
Dr. Rose: What the—
A chainsaw was mounted on his back without trouble. He took a quick photo, and waved it in the air.
Jack Bright: So what you got here? A bunch of big feet? I smelled it from where I parked.
Dr. Rose: You almost killed us with that tree, as cool as that was, get lost. Your gonna make things worst!
Chieftain Black-Back: Who— Who is that!? Why does he tarnish our good land!?
Jack Bright: What is he saying? I do something wrong, again? I probably won't know until this is translated.
Dr. Rose: HE is MAD that you desecrated the forest.
Dr. Bright: Well fuck.
Dr. Rose turns to Chieftain Black-Back
Dr. Rose: This is Dr. Jack Bright he's… I guess team member?
Chieftain Black-Back: Our… our tree… that was the second symbolic way of our peaceful practices. We do not take kindly to those who—
Dr. Rose: I apologize on his behalf. He was born backward in thinking. He knows not what he does.
Dr. Bright: What are you telling him? Something wrong?
Chieftain Black-Back: I see, is that so?
Dr. Rose: It is! It is! He struggles a lot!
Chieftain Black-Back: We understand your plight, my 8th daughter is as well, not well of mind.
Dr. Rose: Oh… I'm so sorry.
Dr. Bright: mmm what he says? Have you only been playing?
Dr. Rose: I've told him your retarded, he related and told me one of his daughters was as well.
Dr. Bright: Hey it's not about the action it's about the message you put out. Either way, my condolences.
Chieftain Black-Back: Why are you assholes saying sorry? She has a family. Nevermind, come, let us greet you properly with an abode.
Dr. Rose: Come on, they're gonna give us a place to sleep.
Dr. Bright: Your a translator and hotel trivago? Sweet.
[END LOG]
08/04/2020
Personal Journal entry 2
I went to sleep that night in a warm triangle hut, bright got his separate sleeping arrangements; I was glad to be alone. Until Jack walked in not even 3 hours later asks if he can join me, I tried to get him to go back but he was afraid of getting "but fucked" by monkeys and said he wouldn't take any chances. What even is this trip any more.
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Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: 8/4/2020
Exploration Team: Charmin ultra-soft
Subject: Triangle tent
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Bright: Dr. Rose…
Dr. Rose: Go the fuck to sleep!
// //
Dr. Bright: Can't, I get nightmares. Can you tell me a bedtime story?
Dr. Rose: Once upon a time… in a kingdom… far blah blah blah… they die. The end.
Dr. Bright: Another one?
Dr. Rose: Seems like the cookie-cutter story for every time, doesn't it? Sorry, I just hate making up stories.
Dr. Bright: Huh.
Dr. Rose: Sorry for making you out to be the idiot, I just saw no other way out of the situation.
Dr. Bright: Is it just making up stories, or?
Dr. Rose: No. I find the genuine thing to be more fulfilling. Usually, people can tell when someone is lying and fake; insincere people are not well-liked. I wonder if you can do the same.
Dr. Bright: Nah, I hate fake people too, but, what makes them fake? I switch bodies, does that make me not real?
Dr. Rose:…
Dr. Bright: It's hehe fine you don't have to answer that! Good night—
Dr. Rose: I am everyone I've ever met, and they are me, so are you. I often think there is no substitute for professional experience that sees the bigger picture. That we can't see a way out of things without that resort. That is why I see through my heart, at times, It demands something for which there is no substitute: that we are honest with ourselves. Are you honest with your self?
Dr. Bright: Am I honest with my self? I'd like to think so. Or think I do.
Dr. Rose: Then you are still you. The greatest lie you can tell is to who you aren't.
Dr. Bright: Who you are. Well, I know who I am.
Dr. Rose: Tell me who you are.
Dr. Bright: I'm… Jack Bright. Wow, thanks for that. What did you do?
Dr. Rose: Identity therapy. Something I developed, I'll give you some of my sleep medication, not sure if the dose will be enough, though.
Dr. Bright: You have that?
Dr. Rose: Let's just say… I sympathize with the night terrors, and it's not like I'll use them.
Dr. Bright: Hook me up! But before I get knocked out, who are you, might I ask?
Dr. Rose: Dr. Samantha Rose, M.D.
**
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[END LOG]
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08/04/2020
Personal Journal entry 2
Is there any reason why Bright is a 76-year-old man? I mean I'm not complaining, it's just that his new vessel seems to have a case of dementia, and forgetful. I also need to re-adjust his aim to be straight in front of him as I see him often pointing a gun in his mouth.
How long am I going to witness this man laugh at his knife? I've already taken it away as he had it out around the tribe's children. He argued with me and said, "Not very cash money, "I stood up to him and told him if he beat me in a knife fight, he could have it back. His reply was, "Meet me here at 8:00."Well, it was 7:58, so I had 2 minutes, plenty of time to channel my inner warrior from childhood sparing lessons from father. He came at me horizontally, missing my collar bone. With a hop back, I gave my kick, a final flash of existence as I ducked and spun hard on the weight. A perfectly timed knife strike hit around the armpit and under the rib cage. I'm behind him now, he was surprised by that and the new gash after the amount of red that sprayed ouuuuuuuuu … Holy fuck, I killed Jack Bright!!
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Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: 8/4/2020
Exploration Team: Charmin ultra-soft
Subject: Triangle tent
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Bright: Ugh.
// an instance of SCP-1000 sits up and is seen to observe it's own hands before taking notice of the changes in an obtained car mirror.//
Dr. Bright: Who is— ME! That's… me!
Mirror breaks upon Brights sudden surprise and of being dropped.
Dr. Rose: 100 years of bad luck.
Dr. Bright: You.
Dr. Rose: Sorry, Sorry, I went overboard.
Dr. Bright: You beat me and your apologizing? Wierd.
Dr. Rose: In case you haven't noticed your kinda a—
Dr. Bright: Oh yeah, I'm more than aware.
Dr. Bright hops to the sensations in his apelike appendages.
Dr. Rose: It's all we could find on such short notice. You used to be prisoner among the tribesmen, now your, you.
Dr. Bright: Well that's no different.
Dr. Rose:…
Dr. Bright: Jeez so quiet.
(Instance of SCP-1000 arrives within the Thermal bay, a distinct blue spot adorns the middle of its eye fur.)
Blue Spot: Howdy! I hear yall talkin', you two ready?
Dr. Rose: They're gonna introduce us to there doodads today
Dr. Bright: I-I can understand what there saying! Could that be because—
Dr. Rose: That's right, it's because you share bigfoot DNA.
Dr. Bright: This is… hmm…
Blue Spot: Something the matter?
Dr. Bright: You're offly accepting of my recent change.
Blue Spot: No, we'll need to go somewhere for your rite of passage, now, are we ready?
Dr. Bright and Dr. Rose are led down the loops of forest thimble that bridge the main tree hut to another. Scenic encounters above the forest floor are birds. One last bridge to the hollowest trunk leads straight deep, the platform croaked as they step on to go down. Below, there is a sight to behold. Luminous bulbs trap lighting in poles, Leaves unfold seats and tall grass that curls into wheels attach on the axel as a large, clear bubble blows up as the big hood and roof. Glyphs glow on key to the notes of hums.
Dr. Rose: Woah, flying car factory…
Dr. Bright: How do you know…?
Dr. Rose: I, well, It looks like one.
Dr. Bright: No, it fucking doesn't.
Blue Spot: Here… you will need to start one of, how you call it, vehicles. And master the light staff.
(Dr. Bright was handed a Light Staff, it gave the sensation of raw sunlight itself harnessed. The topped gem triggers accidentally and scorches a rock he incidentally aims at with fire then straight to ash.)
Dr. Bright: What the hell, I can't do that! I don't know how they work. You're saying every single one of you has to do this!?
Blue spot: That's right.
Dr. Bright: And what if I don't?
Dr. Rose: Then your body will decay rapidly, you see, this weapon and mode of transportation do not simply provide us with technology. They connect us with the True Source.
Dr. Bright: The true source?
Blue spot: The Zeros Axis — the barrier of all that is written and what is not.
Dr. Bright: I still don't get it, so because you're connected to this higher power source you need to do this?
Blue spot: Or else, the fundamentals of what made or race great will wither away.
Dr. Rose: Hey, Bright.
Dr. Bright: What?
Dr. Rose: I got you into this, let me help get you out.
Dr. Bright: Sweet! You can? I mean if you can, that be great, cause I'm at a dead end.
Dr. Rose: It all has to do with that gem.
Dr. Bright: Gem?
Dr. Rose: At the top of your Light Staff! Look, I'll show you…
Dr. Rose took the gen from the teeth of the top of the LightStaff mount and appraised it high in the sunlight. The gem took on a fiery bronze aura. On the sunbeam's contact fire is cast on the symbols on the wheel and they glow with it. She approaches the vehicle and inserts thee gem into a middle slot, and twists.
** Dr. Bright: I'd believe you, but how did you know that?
Dr. Rose: I've seen—studied these kinds before… with my mother.
Blue Spot: So it is true… you are the blood of the great judge!
Dr. Bright: The great who now?
Dr. Rose: It works better with moonlight, though…
Blue Spot: Now that the Zipper has been activated, all that remains is the Light Staff. He must master this himself.
Dr. Rose put the jewel back inside the topper of the staff, a burning and bright sensation filled brights body again, this time, making him let out a scream and throw the staff down on the ground.
Dr. Bright: Why did it feel that way!? So overwhelming!
Dr. Rose: The gem is fully charged. It's needed. Try to relax.
Dr. Bright: That feels like shit.
Dr. Rose: It would have made a normal man spontaneously combust if you were wondering.
Blue Spot: True.
Dr. Bright: Then how do you hope to integrate their tech with us!?
Dr. Rose: By removing all the kinks. Now, focus!
Dr. Bright: How?
Dr. Rose: Focus all that burning into your arm! Into one spot, the hand with the staff. Then, attempt to aim.
Dr. Bright: It's hard, but I'll try.
There was burning around bright that travels to his hand, with a yell, he shot out a beam of hot fire and light at a nearby stone practice dummy.
Dr. Bright: I…[pant] I did it… wow did that take a lot out of me.
Blue Spot: Congrats my friend. You are one of us. And so is your friend
Dr. Bright: I need to go lay down.
Blue Spot: Do not worry, your first time is usually the worst. As you get used to it, your body will adjust.
Dr. Rose: Let me help you, Bright. You did fantastically.
**
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[END LOG]
Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: 8/4/2020
Exploration Team: Charmin ultra-soft
Subject: Training grounds.
Several stone practice dummies in a row go up in flames. The flames retract into the staff, holding it is Dr. Jack bright. Other Black foot tribes members run as their targets are taken out by him.
Dr. Bright:Muhahahahha!
There is a poke in Brights back, the tall ape man turns around to see a wooden dagger and Dr. Rose holding it standing there.
Dr. Rose: You'd be dead, again, if this was a real fight.
Dr. Rose: *Sigh* If you were someone else, I'd say in the army to keep secrecy.
Dr. Bright watches as the fires he started are put out and Dr. Rose levels her blade to her eyes for a strike.
//Dr. Rose took a strike, wood impossibly cut rock, chipping away at the soft mica.)
Dr. Bright: What exactly is your role in the foundation?
A wide kick from Dr. Rose swept dust and stone legs knocking the stone dummy to the floor.
Dr. Rose: I am a weapons demonstrator and multi-divisional agent. I work alone at times to make sure Hard cases such as these will not suck up all the competent personnel, as they did report that in several critical areas, they simply did not have the depth of talent and experience at hand. So those other faculties aren't handicapped for talent. They have me, I don't even get paid, you know.
Dr. Bright: I did read a little bit of your file whichever part wasn't expunged or redacted; Your worth over 100 researchers.
Dr. Rose: That I am. But I mostly work alone.
Dr. Bright: Wait you work alone and basically for free!?
Dr. Rose: most of my experiments would bankrupt the world if I asked for funding, and besides, what place is there for the likes of us. We're in such short supply.
Dr. Bright: You could have a family, a life other than this, you know.
Dr. Rose: Yes well… I tried, once before long ago, but my family… I protect them better here. That's the motto, isn't it?
Dr. Bright: Who is your family, they called you the blood of the great judge…
Dr. Rose: Sampson. The strong man. Although actually a woman. She would where any title with pride, even the one of a traitor.
Dr. Rose: With her sound love and fair judgment for all beings, she helped the children of the night, making her a bridge in the gap of them and humans… she was even assigned to the court of titania.
Dr. Bright: and what happened?
Dr. Rose: She died for her neutrality. And the ones who founder a traitor were the followers of the ancient Adamian's. The ones that opposed any form of truce hung her head high.
Dr. Rose: I'm not going to tell you my whole life story. But… let's just say that I also have family in containment as well.
Dr. Bright: Who is the…
Dr. Rose: They were emissaries who believed in Adam's way, that humanity must remain pure by interacting with fragments of paradise. However, instead of thinking the fragments are objects, they think they are people, objects, or rather monsters. I know that there was a resurgence…
Dr. Bright: I think… I know what you're talking about… my family may have been involved in that.
Dr. Rose: What do you mean?
Dr. Bright: My mother was obsessed, she considered everything she saw as 'Holy' a fragment and would… cleanse herself…
Dr. Rose: Oh…
Dr. Bright: Some of my brothers and sisters were born from 'it.'
Dr. Rose: Jack… I'm so sorry. I can say she was wrong, not ethically, god knows I've done worse. But that is not what the fragments of paradise are. They are reality like I am.
Dr. Bright: At least you're honest. Who's your dad. Is he trapped?
Dr. Rose: I have two one died of natural causes the other, he wasn't always a mad man. Let me see your staff, I want to make some modifications.
Dr. Bright: Okay here.
Dr. Rose: Oh! I do have a sister who works with me! But I distance myself from her. It's safer that way.
Dr. Bright: What is she?
Dr. Rose: Daevite. Don't worry! She's on our side.
Dr. Bright: Is Samantha Rose even your real name?
Dr. Rose: No… it's…
Chieftain Black-Back: Dr. Rose a minute of your time…
Dr. Rose: Gotta go!
08/11/2020
Personal Journal entry 7
I've just gotten done talking to the chief… he… lied. They're in a winning conflict, the infected on the opposite end are only fighting to stay alive long enough till their vaccine is finalized. I should know I saw the finished cure. The chief only had so many to hand out, and he gave it to a select few. What will happen to the rest? Are they just going to… I came here with the intent and order to kill —and that's what I'll do. Sacrifices must be made to be authentic, must be made voluntarily, must be necessary, and must be successful. This one is mine. I'll leave before Jack wakes up.
08/12/2020
Personal Journal entry 8
This is it. Today, I destroy what's left of a weakened race. It will tell you what you killed and how many creatures you have killed in the whole pointless game.
My hands are covered in blood and the blades are slipping from my grasp. 25, Still, they all remain asleep unaware of the carnage that ensures outside a dream step away. If only they awake they'd be saved. But the gas… tomorrow I head for the Himalayas, there I may carry out the same. Countless others are probably out there, and I capable of carrying out the same assaults and perhaps even improving on my ability to cover my tracks. I couldn't hate myself more.
08/16/2020
Personal Journal entry 9
The thing about the infection is that it can kill someone in 24 hours. It's either them or mankind. A female cradles thier last-child, not wanting me to take them away. A swing defies both thier expectations and they all fall dead. The red gleam of the snow… the dead's warmth melts fresh flakes… my hunt is far from over. I can no longer apologize. Only carry on as normal. Speaking of normal, I heard Jack was looking for me. I don't think He understood the words 'alone'. If he interferes I'll have to strike him down again.
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Bright: I've come for my people.
Dr. Rose: Are you serious?
Dr. Bright: Hey calm—
Dr. Rose: Look at this atrocity!
Dr. Bright: Calm dow—
Dr. Rose: I hate you for this!
Dr. Bright: The fuck did I do!?
Dr. Rose: I… I'm sorry, just on my period.
Dr. Bright: HAH! Is that why you're so red?
Dr. Rose: I've been on a killing spree for 3 weeks now, and that is by far the most insensitive comment—
Dr. Bright: Fine, are you feeling alright?
Dr. Rose: Why do you care?
Dr. Bright revved his chainsaw onto a tomato. Red juice went and splattered everywhere.
Dr. Rose: Why did you do that…?
Dr. Bright: Because I can.
Dr. Rose: Because you… can.
Dr. Bright: Because you can, how long have you been doing this all by yourself?
Dr. Bright: I think you need a hand.
Dr. Rose: So I don't have to go on mass genocide. At least, not alone…
Dr. Bright: Yep, let's take these monkeys out together!
Dr. Rose: *sniffle* This is so retarded… thank you.
08/16/2020
Personal Journal entry 10
In case you can't tell, I do not write in these often, only because I have another personal journal, that loaned to bright so he that he can draw pictures. We spent the mass extinction telling jokes, I've been writing mine down so I don't forget. Jack's filled a quarter of his book. "I wish my grass was emo so it would cut its self." Now that's a good one. We're going to Russia next, I'll write when we've finished the purge.
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