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File: Gemini Home Entertainment - The Iris

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Final Warning for Administrative Staff viewing this File. The File relating to SCP-ANO has been confirmed to be an Info Hazard created by SCP-ANO. In fact, the Foundation staff member who wrote this file unfortunately had to be executed as he started transforming into an instance of SCP-AMZ. Before reading this file, please take your Mixed Class F/H/C Amnestics. This warning does not apply to those that have the “The Cure” and/or are capable of “Brain Twisting”.

SCP#: ANO

Code Name: THE IRIS/ Yaldabaoth's Bastard Child.

Object Class: Apollyon

Special Containment Procedures: Joint Task Force Cronus-Ω "God Eaters" is to watch over SCP-ANO and monitor its movement throughout our Solar System. They are also to work on creating new and more powerful weapons to one day destroy SCP-ANO as containment has been deemed impossible... your efforts are in vain.

Meanwhile, Joint Task Force Zagreus-B "The Falcon's Egg" is to start project "Sedum" right away... I'll always find you.

Description: SCP-ANO is an anomalous celestial body that is made entirely of anomalous biological flesh. SCP-ANO is completely alive and sentient able to manipulate its own mass as well as the mass of organic and even non-organic material around it. The biological mass seems to be able to survive and even thrive in space without any form of atmosphere. Dr. Davis took the liberty of naming this anomalous biomass "Star Flesh", to make it easier to categorize. Essentially "Star Flesh" is a type of biomass that is somehow able to survive in the vacuum of space and can generate its own gravity. Furthermore, it's "Star Flesh" seems to be made of cells that can be categorized as Deus Cellulis. Deus Cellulis are biological cells that carry the consciousness of their host even when cut off allowing them to act as an independent and lesser version of the host. Furthmore, Deus Cellulis cells are able to shift their biology with extreme ease and understanding, allowing them to mimic or even assimilate other organisms whenever they desire to increase their own biomass. Unfortunately, after this discovery, Dr. Davis died via suicide due to intense paranoia... He is with us now.

SCP-ANO is able to spread its biomass onto other celestial bodies to create parasitic like organisms on them. These organisms allow SCP-ANO to control these planets as if it was a secondary body. One of the most notable instances of this is SCP-ANJ, thought its currently believed to be the only instance of this anomaly created, it's been theorized that SCP-ANO created one within earth... The garden grows as the crops mature.

SCP-ANO like SCP-ANJ is able to freely move throughout our solar system and can sometimes be seen over the skies of earth. Somehow it is able to get extremely close to the planet and not interfere with the atmosphere, ocean levels, or gravity of the planet; how this is possible is unknown. Seemingly SCP-ANO can manifest on the skies of earth instantaneously, only to disappear in the next, again how this is possible is unknown. For whatever reason SCP-ANO has placed itself right in-between Neptune and Pluto... We are with you now.

SCP-ANO also has several "moons" that float around it at seemingly random intervals with no clear gravitational pull or even coordination at all. Furthermore these "moons" are all organic in nature but somehow each one has a different biological signature. The number of these “moons” are quite large but impossible to count accurately, there have even been sightings of “moons” orbiting other “moons”. Dr. Peach has concluded that this is the result of SCP-ANO having consumed other worlds. He believes that SCP-ANO collects what's left of a world it has consumed and transforms it into a "moon" to act as a trophy as well as its "children". Though how SCP-ANO does this is unknown, what is known is that if Dr. Peach's theory is true, then earth is most certainly next... The countdown begins.

SCP-ANO is not only fully sentient but is able to have a psychic connection with every single anomalous entity it has created. As such it has been using its anomalous entities such as SCP-AMZ, SCP-ANE, and SCP-ANJ to further its anomalous goals. Each one not only carries SCP-ANO's consciousness but can also act as living satellites to carry SCP-ANO's messages to technology and organic minds of earth. SCP-ANO is able to control the mind of very few people on earth by making them have dreams of the future and convincing them that SCP-ANO is a god that needs their help to ascend. This range of influence SCP-ANO has unfortunately spread to more advanced technology and more humans as time goes on. If this continues, SCP-ANO will one day have enough power to control all life, whether it be organic, inorganic, synthetic, mechanical, or even digital; nothing would be able to resist SCP-ANO's control... Look at the stars moving, can't you hear me?

SCP-ANO was discovered in 1798 only 10 years after the Foundation was created. Making it one of the earliest Anomalies found by the Foundation. Originally SCP-ANO was seen as just a harmless celestial anomaly and it was agreed by the O5 Council and eventually the, at the time, Global Paranormal Control Alliance should only be delt with by hiding its existence from space observations organizations when they formed, like Nasa when it formed in 1958. However, it was quickly seen as a threat about a century later when SCP-ANJ was discovered in 1935. Followed by this was a massive surge of SCP-ANE and SCP-AMZ instances which were originally believed to be completely unrelated anomalies... such young minds, look how wrong you were.

Once The Global Occult Coalition and the Church of Maxwellism joined the Global Paranormal Control Alliance in 1950, it was renamed into the Anomalous Correction and Protection Alliance. Furthermore, it was agreed that all organizations needed to pool in their resources, technologies, and anomalous items to create 30 space stations that circle our entire solar system. This would eventually become known to the Foundation as Joint Task Force Cronus-Ω "God Eaters" thought it goes by other names within other organizations of the ACPA. Each Foundation personal as well as allies of the ACPA live, work, get married, have kids, and die on these ships never having seen earth. Furthermore no one on any ACPA owned planet such as Venus, Earth, the Moon, Mars, and Saturn's Titan, are to never know the existence of JTF Cronus-Ω, the only exception is the united councils of the ACPA. The purpose of JTF Cronus-Ω's space stations is to ensure that the ACPA will not only be aware of SCP-ANO's location at all times as well as to create weapons to eventually destroy SCP-ANO but to also help defend the solar system should another celestial body class anomaly come into our Solar System. The people of who first boarded the stations of JTF Cronus-Ω knew that they would die on these ships and that their children would grow up on the same ships to never know what it's like to be on a planet, but they took on the task anyway to ensure that humanity had a fighting chance against SCP-ANO... Their blood is still warm.

Simultaneously 20 ships containing embryos which are cloned from various ACPA members, robots and A.I. created by the combined ACPA organizations, the most advanced terraforming equipment in existence, as well as a vast archive of all the information gathered by the ACPA were shot out into space beyond our solar system to begin project "Sedum". project "Sedum" is a joint operation between all organizations of the ACPA that was created to ensure that if our solar system was ever destroyed by an anomaly too powerful for the ACPA to combat against, at least humanity and its knowledge would survive on another planet. These ships, the robots guarding them, and the A.I. guiding them are known as Joint Task Force Zagreus-B "The Falcon's Egg" by the Foundation and by other names within the ACPA. Like JTF Cronus-Ω the existence of this force is to never be known by anyone other than the united councils of the ACPA. Furthermore, it was agreed that another 10 ships carrying updated archives, terraforming tools, embryos, robots, and A.I. was to be deployed beyond our Solar System every three decades until SCP-ANO is destroyed, or it destroys us... willing food falls into the maw.

Ultimately despite the Foundations, as well as the other organizations of the ACPA’s best efforts, SCP-ANO cannot be killed. None-the-less, the Foundation continues to work to neutralize the Eldridge horror of SCP-ANO as well as all the abominations it has created... Wretched Hands... Can’t you see? YOUR ALREADY TOO LATE!

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deltaruminations · 1 year ago

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Skeleton Darkners is in that space where i don’t buy most of the Evidence cited for it but i also don’t buy a lot of the of the arguments i’ve seen against it. the evidence feels like an overthinking of cherrypicked details that are more likely coincidences than anything else. on the other hand i feel like a lot of the refutations betray a lack of… i dunno… curiosity?

“shouldn’t they just be objects in the light world?” yeah. exactly. they should be. if they’re darkners walking around and retaining their form in the light world then that means they’re anomalies. is that not an interesting possibility in a game that incorporates glitches and game-breaking behavior into its diegesis? in a story that seems interested in examining the process of story-creation and the relationships between creators, creations, and audiences, in which darkners represent self-aware fictional characters? doesn’t that seem consistent with the skeletons' generally anomalous natures? why the hell do they have dark world doors in their house???

“why isn’t ralsei making a fuss about it?” who’s to say he knows about it? he doesn’t know about jevil or spamton before meeting them and they’re absolutely Problem Darkners. i don't think the evidence holds that ralsei is all-knowing; he has a Prophecy and some way of detecting other Fountains when they open, but he doesn’t seem to be clued into stuff otherwise. not to mention... if the person who’s feeding him information is also one of the people who escaped, then it follows that they could keep that information from him if they needed to.

“but how did they enter the light world at all?” <- a question i’ve posed myself in the past that is currently unanswerable, though we do know that spamton thinks it involves using a lightner’s SOUL. where’d he get that idea from? did he just make it up because he’s Random and Unhinged or is it possible he learned about it from someone? are there any known lightners who are presently unaccounted for? i can think of one. that does bring up the question of “did sans and papyrus take SOULs too?” to which i’d say i’m EXTREMELY skeptical that either of them would do that lol. but it’s possible that it isn’t as simple as Steal a Lightner SOUL, Become a Real Boy. maybe a Lightner SOUL is just part of a bigger equation? why does the story even have spamton make such a big deal out of the possibility of a darkner “reaching heaven” in the first place if that isn’t an idea it’s looking to explore further?

i think part of the issue is that most of this theorycraft centers around sans and papyrus being darkners and i just don’t think that’s the most fruitful lens for interrogating this given the current information. there aren’t majorly compelling reasons right now for why either of them should have originated as darkners, but i do think there are compelling reasons to think gaster in particular might have. light and dark are a balance, right? we have our Forces of Light. who’s our Force of Darkness? gaster’s entire deal centers around darkness, in both literal and metaphorical senses, as a major motif. he’s a satan figure, a representative of temptation and want; he’s a gnawing absence, an unknown that begs to be understood; he’s an eye peering through a crack in the wall. ENTRY NUMBER SEVENTEEN seems to discuss a descent into darkness beyond dark. memoryhead has only six faces until you count the laughing skull that they comprise. we may even have a direct foil for gaster in a specific missing lightner who parallels him in situation yet contrasts him in motifs. they’re mutually connected to noelle, who’s attuned to the unknown, a conduit between the Real and Unreal, the only lightner gaster seems to attempt to contact directly (barring the tree rooms, which may have more to do with the Player than they do with kris). does it not make sense for this story’s greatest arbiter of darkness — the one who, by the story’s own logic, is fulfilling a certain Purpose to a higher/greater power by facilitating the Player’s entry into a layer of reality below theirs — to be, himself, a darkner?

#again i’m not sold yet on this theory but i do find it weirdly compelling.#im just kind of infatuated with it right now lol i can’t stop thinking about it. the possibilities. the implications #if the skeletons originated as darkners then whose Will was it that initially gave them forms?#$ 666 mystery man lore hell

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darkmaga-returns · 3 months ago

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A sensational science paper has blown holes in alarmist claims that global temperatures are surging. Just published results in Nature show “limited evidence” for a warming surge. “In most surface temperature time series, no change in the warming rate beyond the 1970s is detected despite the breaking record temperatures observed in 2023,” the paper says. Written by an international group of mathematicians and scientists, it is unlikely to be acknowledged in the mainstream media where general hysteria reigns over the anomalous 2023 experience. As we have seen, constant misinformation is published to scare the general public and this is exemplified by climate comedy-turn Jim ‘jail the deniers’ Dale forecasting almost daily Armageddon and exhorting people to “join up the dots”.

In science, one swallow does not make a summer and in climate science it is impossible to show a trend by picking on short periods or individual weather events. This paper is an excellent piece of climate science work since it takes the long statistical view and challenges the two-a penny clickbait alarmists looking for a headline on the BBC. The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change is a biased body but it understands the importance of long-term climate trends by stating, much to the chagrin of Net Zero-promoting activists, that it can find little or no human involvement in most extreme weather events either in the past or in the likely immediate future. But these findings, along with the paper on the warming trend, are inconvenient to those promoting the unproven claim that humans control the climate thermostat by utilising hydrocarbons.

The paper is highly technical and mathematically-inclined readers can study the full workings out in the open access publication. It notes that global temperature datasets fluctuate due to short-term variability and this often creates the appearance of surges and slowdowns in warming. It is important to consider random noise caused by natural variation when investigating the recent pauses in temperature and the more recent “alleged warming acceleration”, it adds. In fact there have been a number of plausible explanations given for the recent spike, with attention focused on the massive Hunga Tonga submarine volcano adding 13% extra water vapour to the stratosphere, a strong El Niño and even the reduction in atmospheric particulates caused by recent changes in shipping vessel fuel. Several “changepoints” were used by the mathematicians and it was found that “a warming surge could not be reliably detected any time after 1970”.

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1-50thofabuck · 7 months ago

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Trading Card Cases & Outdoor Encounters III

I ordered some trading card cases for my various decks, such as the two Outdoor Encounter decks that I have. Looking at it though, isn’t it odd, the amount of space left? It’s almost exactly 2/3rds full.

As if there’s room enough for just one more deck. If only I had Outdoor Encounters III.

So, heck with it, I got the deck. It fits perfectly with just enough room to make it manageable.

Outdoor Encounters III includes a new kind of card: locations. It’s kind of odd to switch up and add a new card type in the third and last. I’m wondering if they ran out of ideas for the normal encounters or if they just had a brainstorm and decided to add them. They fit well, though, and don’t seem at all out of place. Once shuffled together they certainly don’t feel anomalous.

Random dungeon entrances are great. I personally love the idea that dungeons are so common you can just stumble across entrances like in a Legend of Zelda game(at least the ancient ones I grew up playing). Have some dungeons prepped for when the PCs come across one, or use all the various cards sold by Philip Reed to randomly generate one on the go! (Or using your system of choice. As I mentioned I didn’t opt for the dungeon generation cards because I have random dungeon gen stuff coming out my ass backwards. Choosing which one to use or finding a way to cobble them all together would be a greater and more amusing challenge for me.)

I also like that the locations are given the standard “hostile,” “indifferent,” “friendly” labels just like encounters with monsters/NPCs. They also include a fourth label, “abandoned,” reflecting that it’s less than indifferent - which could go either way. I’m just guessing that’s a difference - I’m not really sure how a strange outcropping with a dungeon door is “indifferent,” compared to another dungeon entrance which is “hostile,” or a glowing pyramid filled with corpses and treasure or an obelisk carved with learnable spells being “abandoned.” I would think perhaps the pyramid would be “indifferent” since it has treasure, but also a chance of afflicting PCs with a disease. At any rate, these labels don’t matter too much to sit and split hairs about the differences. The text description is what’s important, the label simply being a quick reference.

Reed has a specialized box for such cards as a Kickstarter, which I supported as in a previous post. I ordered that and a number of other decks. Whether I move these three to that one, or use that one for others, we’ll see when they come in. Perhaps I’ll post an update with images of the card box after construction, the new decks and so on. Apparently the decks are in and Reed is waiting for the actual card boxes, which I imagine will be in soon.

One thing I’ll say, his Kickstarters go from funded to product-in-your-mailbox fast.

Never would have imagined way back when I was messing around with his 4C RPG(a Marvel Supers retroclone, and a public domain system like ours!) that all these years later I’d be spending on all these other products, but what can I say, the man produces quality.

In other news -

While we continue to proofread and pretty up “the Hypogeum of Hate,” our upcoming free adventure module set in a fantasy Celtic Scotland, we’re looking for playtesters to play another upcoming module, “the Blind Leading the Blind,” set on a tiny island in the same area. Fae, fomorians, wild enchanted items, cultural clashes, conspiracies and ancient secrets abound on the Enistis, beginning with this lost dungeon the PCs uncover. As they discover clues hidden throughout, should they survive long enough, they will realize that the dungeon was not lost but sealed away in the hopes that those who built it would not rise and bring terror to the entire island. Because this was the stronghold of the Soliform Order of the Knights of the Lord’s Keep, who brought back the dark secrets of immortality they had found and used them - until the day the forces of Order shut them away, secretly, in the dark. There they wait for the PCs to free them - just as their book of prophecy foretold…

One thing players liked about the original version of this adventure when I ran it long ago was that it contained almost no “intelligent” monsters. Giant insects, slimes, aberrations, rodents, bats, hazardous plants and other unintelligent but dangerous creatures gave the module a more disquieting and unnerving feel, driving home the emptiness and desolation. I hope you all will like this as well, and that it makes the intelligent monsters, once PCs unleash them, all the more frightening.

There are various “paths” PCs can take to complete the adventure, which could give the module an amount of replayability. As there are items meant to help with different scenarios and situations within, and these can be found in several orders(or not at all), it almost has a “Mega Man” like number of choices, should the PCs figure everything out, that could make it fun to replay to try tackling these challenges in different orders, or even “shuffling” items and perhaps monsters to produce such replayability. Simplify the system and you might even have a board game - anything’s possible! You think this is a good idea? You like it? Contact me! Think it’s dumb? Let me know!

If anyone is interested in playtesting - by participating in play through the Penny Thought Exchange Discord server(and maybe Roll20?) or by running it yourself for your own friends, please contact me here. Send a PM if you wish. Thanks!

And thanks to Philip Reed for the many years of high-quality, cost-effective releases! It was the 4C System that helped me rediscover the old Marvel system, which I hadn’t played in forever.

#osr #rpg #philip reed #kickstarter #outdoor encounters #deck of outdoor encounters #card decks #card crypt #4c #4c system #blind leading the blind #steal this game!#public domain #playtest #playtesting #playtester #playtesters

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incorrect-ft-ez-quotes · 2 years ago

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AFROFLUFF READING: SCP 1210-1219

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turbofanatic · 4 years ago

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ADA's walker jets have squadrons with insignia based on luck, mostly bad. Squadron names include:

Sore Losers: Ace of spades and impossible dice

Black Cats: Shown below

Four Sight: Four evil eyes

Hare Razing: A three legged rabbit

Blight Owls: Dismembered owls

The specialties of each squadron:

Sore Losers: Deal with the most dangerous memetic warfare, experts at "drunk walking" and using random number generators to avoid being predictable

Black Cats: Guard important infrastructure and materials, experts at utilizing local surroundings

Four Sight: Airborne Warning and Control, they seek out anomalous signals and provide communications to other squadrons during combat (when not required to quarantine for memetic sterilization)

Hare Razing: The demo group. Can a hyperturing outwit a really big bomb? Usually not

Blight Owls: Nano/radioactive/chemical/biowarfare experts. Usually are there for the aftermath of a fight, but fully prepared to combat anything still left alive.

#myart #aphelion

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underfell-crystal · 3 years ago

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Item #: SCP-4885

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Currently, it is only theorized that SCP-4885 is contained. To further elaborate, SCP-4885 is contained within an unknown Class-17 Containment Chamber in an unknown site. In the event that SCP-4885 breaches containment, Procedure Invenient Eum is to be enacted, which consists of the following procedures:

Thirty six Class-17 Containment Chambers are to be connected to an independent self-driving vehicle. At all times, 216 inactive Containment Chambers are to be readily available in case of sudden and unforeseen breach of SCP-4885's containment.

One D-Class subject of stable mental health is to be submitted into the vehicle, and driven into the system. A cryptographically secure pseudorandom number generator is to choose a random number between one and thirty-six, and the vehicle is to be transported to a Containment Chamber based on the number chosen.

Each Containment Chamber has a single digital monitor that is capable of outputting video at 720p resolution. Once a D-Class subject is transported to a random chamber, a message is to be sent to every monitor simultaneously. This message consists of the current location of SCP-4885, delivered via an implanted tracking device. The GPS is only accessible by Level 5 Personnel or SCP-4885 containment staff on a need to know basis.

After approximately two hours, each containment chamber is to be transported to a randomly designated Foundation site via self-driving trucks. The trucks are to be disguised as a packaging service in order to prevent suspicion. In the event an accident occurs during this stage, Procedure Invenient Eum is to be enacted again.

No personnel who are aware of SCP-4885's existence are to go within 100 meters of any Class-17 Containment Chamber. Several signs and warnings have been placed around each chamber, labeling it as a water treatment room, and that attempted access is punishable by immediate amnestication and loss of employment as decided by the Ethics Committee.

These warnings tell personnel to report to a nearby Automated Site Overseer of any leaks from the chamber, in which the person will be visually amnesticized by the Overseer, and Procedure Invenient Eum will be reenacted. For more information regarding the composition of Class-17 Containment Chambers, please consult Document 7631.00.

Currently, SCP-4885-1 instances that are located via far2.AIC are contained within Location i. The whereabouts of Location i is only known to far2.AIC. Currently, far2.AIC is connected to 80% of CCTV security cameras within the United States, and 40% of total CCTV security cameras on Earth.

SCP-4885-1 instances discovered by far2.AIC will have specialized Foundation carrier drones to be dispatched and attempt to grab the body, and carry it to Location i, using routes that minimize the chance of unwanted civilian interference. In the event that a civilian notices a drone and SCP-4885 breaches containment, the drone will send an "All Alert" message to SCP-4885's containment team, and Procedure Invenient Eum will be enacted.

In the event that Location i's whereabouts are discovered at large, the next personnel located within Document PAINT-THE-TOWN-YELLOW will establish the next Location i, and their immediate family will be notified of their death.

Description: SCP-4885 is an anomalous humanoid resembling the main character of the popular series of puzzle books "Where's Wally?" (known in the US as "Where's Waldo?"). This entails that SCP-4885 wears a horizontal red and white striped shirt, a red and white bobble hat, and jeans. However, a noticeable difference in appearance from the character is the entity's paler skin and the lack of eyes.

In the event that a subject knows of SCP-4885's current location at any given time1, SCP-4885 will move to the nearest wall and begin to "phase" into it. SCP-4885 will appear inside of the subject, and will reach up the esophagus and grab the subject's chin through their mouth.

SCP-4885 will then proceed to pull themselves through the subject, destroying their internal organs and their spine. Once this has occurred, a yellow liquid will exit the corpse's mouth and will cover the subject entirely, which causes it to become an SCP-4885-1 instance. SCP-4885 will remain in its current location, occasionally patrolling the area, until another person discovers its location once again.

However, if SCP-4885 is close enough to the subject when they discover its location, they will instead approach the subject, attempt to climb into the subject's mouth, enter their abdomen and exit their body through the subject's pelvis. During this time, SCP-4885 can easily dislocate/relocate any joint in its body, and its skin and muscles will gain the consistency of a malleable solid, allowing it to easily climb into and out of the subject.

SCP-4885-1 instances are anomalous corpses that were created by SCP-4885. The entire body of an SCP-4885-1 instance is covered in illustrations similar to those found in Where's Wally? books, with many different characters appearing on the instance's skin. These illustrations originate from the liquid that exits the corpses' mouth. Currently, no instances of the cartoon character "Wally" have been found on an SCP-4885-1 instance. These illustrations cannot be removed from the subject unless the skin it is placed on is removed.

If a subject knows the location of any given SCP-4885-1 instance, SCP-4885 will teleport itself to the subject and kill them in the exact same manner as if they discovered SCP-4885 itself. This will also transform them into an SCP-4885-1 instance.

SCP-4885 was discovered residing in [LOCATION REDACTED] within a small wooden house. Mobile Task Force Chi-19 ("Unrelenting Punishment") was sent to capture an entirely separate anomaly, and did not know of SCP-4885's existence.

Subjects: Amelia Merrick (M-1), James Klein (M-2), Kurt Stoll (M-3)

[BEGIN LOG]

M-1: Mic check.

M-2: Yup.

M-3: All good.

M-1: Equipment check.

M-2: Everything's working as intended.

M-3: Ditto.

M-1: Transcript number… 67. We are entering the house.

M-3: No one's talking to you Melly.

M-2: Oh, stop it. Now is not the time, Kurt.

M-3: Heh, right, sorry.

The group enters the house.

M-1: Initial descriptions of the object were a pair of black spectacles capable of killing the user, and covering their body in strange pictures from an unknown children's book.

M-3: It was obviously Where's Wa-

M-2: Kurt, stay professional.

M-3: I just want to bring some life into M-1's robotic speech.

M-1: I'm trying to keep my job, Kurt.

M-2: Ahem.

M-1: Sigh Right.

The group search the ground floor for the object, and begin to go upstairs. Scraping noises are heard below them, but the group does not notice this.

M-3: There's a picture on the wall.

M-1: Hmm?

M-3: Yeah, looks weird. Looks like crayon.

M-2: Take a picture.

M-3: Already on it.

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The image taken by M-3.

M-2: Good. Think it has something to do with the anomaly?

M-3: Of course. It looks like Waldo.

M-1: Do any of you have an idea on where the object may be?

M-3: Er, I think it's in here.

M-1: Which room is this?

M-3: Um… Bathroom. There's a toilet and a… a shower, yeah. At least I think it's a shower.

The room is circular, with a normal porcelain toilet at the other side of the room. There is a small depression into the floor, leading to a small drain.

M-2: Strange… what kind of shower is this?

M-1: There is a modified sprinkler on the ceiling. There's a switch on one side of the room that, I assume, would activate the sprinkler. Seeing as this house has been abandoned for several years, I doubt it would work.

M-3 activates the switch. Water begins to come out of the sprinkler.

M-1: I stand corrected. Who is paying the water bill for this to work? Is it still hot?

M-3 touches the water, and immediately recoils in pain.

M-3: Gah… it's scalding.

M-1: Who is…

M-2: I have discovered the object. It was rested… uh, resting on the toilet.

M-2 is seen holding a pair of black circular glasses. The lens appear to be missing.

M-1: Good. You know the drill.

M-2 carefully examines the object, checking for fingerprints or any other traces of evidence. A small set of fingerprints are discovered on the temples of the glasses, which are revealed to be his own.

M-2: Yup, these are the ones. I'll put these in a baggie real quick.

M-2 produces a plastic bag from a small container around their waist, and places the glasses inside.

M-3: There's an inscription here. It's in… uh, [REDACTED].

M-1: Where?

M-3: Over here, on the wall.

The phrase "[REDACTED]" is seen on the wall in [REDACTED].

M-3: This was definitely not here when we first got here. Should we just leave it be and tell command about this, or?

M-2: It's most likely memetic. Here. let me translate it. I have training.

M-2 takes out a small Foundation-made translator, and inputs the phrase.

M-2: Huh, well never mind, doesn't appear to be memetic. It says… "The basement. The corpses from a child's book are in the basement. He is there too. Fr-. " And then it cuts off.

M-3: Hm. Take a picture and we'll send it ba-

M-2 begins to groan and hold their stomach.

M-3: Are you okay? What happened?

A set of fingers exit M-2's mouth, and grab their jaw. The hands push down, launching the jaw across the room. SCP-4885 exits M-2's body.

M-1: W-what the f-

Both M-1 and M-3 begin shooting at SCP-4885. The entity charges towards M-1 and shoves their fingers down their throat, and begin clawing into their mouth by unhinging their jaw.

M-3: Please, fuck, oh god. P-please, command. We're at [LOCATION REDACTED]. I repeat, [LOCATION REDACTED]. We need assistance, asap. Help. HE-

The audio is abruptly severed.

[END LOG]

When the transcript was received by a nearby site, the site almost immediately went into lockdown as SCP-4885 killed most of its personnel. The O5 Council enacted an emergency meeting, and Procedure Invenient Eum was created. Shortly after this, the procedure was enacted, and SCP-4885 was theorized to be contained. All information regarding SCP-4885's location of discovery was removed via an automatic algorithm, and SCP-4885's file was created.

You had this bitch on standby didn’t you

#crysanswers

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bubbleblower · 4 years ago

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"Not much is known on the long term effects of exposure to a horcrux vessel. What little research has been done showed subjects exhibiting dour moods, random fits of rage and a general loss of empathy. It is believed that the soul of a person evil enough to create such a relic, shattered and damaged in the way one must to create a horcrux, instinctually reaches out in search of the soul from which it has been removed. When these tendrils of soul fragments and dark magic meet the smooth edges of a whole soul they attempt to damage it and create a point where it can latch on. Of course, in all accounts on record all of the symptoms did abate once the subject was no longer exposed to the vessel, and the subjects did remember their behaviors while exposed. There is no record that has been found of anyone going longer than a few weeks in contact with a horcrux, and truly the longest recorded incident of such is described in the biography of one Harry J. Potter, who was unconventionally used as a horcrux vessel himself by Lord Voldemort, and as such is too thoroughly anomalous as to be counted within the data on the phenomenon. " -Chapter 36, Strange and Dark Magics of Modern History, by Lysander Millthrop.

In the years that had passed since the "event we do not speak of", Vernon and Petunia Dursley were doing quite the same as they always had. Vernon, still portly and of ruddy complexion, had a few more wrinkles around his eyes and forhead. Petunia, still waspish and thin, was going grey at the temples. But much like the tidy interior of number 4 privet drive, their lives had moved on in routine mediocrity. No sign of magic or that forces unknown had once turned their very lives upside-down. Dudley, now grown with a wife and child of his own, dropped by on Sundays for brunch with his little family. They seemed, for all intents and purposes, perfectly normal thank you very much.

It was one such Sunday, much like the dozens before, that strange and mysterious things were about to happen, again.

Petunia stood at the kitchen sink, doing the washing up from breakfast, craning her neck towards the open kitchen window in hopes of catching something gossip worthy drifting over the neighbors hedges. With the freshness of the early spring breeze and the monotonous sound of gentle scrubbing, she found her mind wandering a bit. It was then totally understandable, that she jumped with a small shriek at the sudden appearance of a small boy with messy black hair right next to her.

The boy did not seem to acknowledge her actions as he stepped up to the sink, balancing on a small stool that had not been there a moment before. Aunt Petunia clutched her soapy hands to her chest, mindless of the dampness seeping into her dress. She recognized Harry, though he couldn't have been more than 5 years old, and the boy was crying. Silent tears rolled down sunken, underfed cheeks, as he reached into the sink and began washing the dishes. She reached out, her hand passing straight through the vision of her young nephew, and she jumped again as her own voice rang out in the kitchen around her.

"THERE HAD BETTER NOT BE A SINGLE SPOT ON THOSE DISHES WHEN YOU'RE DONE WITH THEM, BOY! OR I'LL LOCK YOU IN YOUR CUPBOARD FOR A WEEK!"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia" the small boy mumbled out, before slowly vanishing from view.

Petunia was still standing there horrorstricken, tears now running down her own face, staring at the kitchen sink when Dudley came in to greet her.

"Mum?" He called gently, stepping up to her and grabbing her hands. "Mum what is it?" She blinked, finally looking up and meeting her son's eyes.

"Oh Dudley, what have I done?"

#harry potter #petunia dursley #vernon dursley #dudley dursley #harry potter fic #plot bunny #post wizarding war #harry potter fic idea

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iceslushii · 4 years ago

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Special Containment Procedures: The retail park containing SCP-3008 has been purchased by the Foundation and converted into Site-██. All public roads leading to or passing by Site-██ have been redirected.

The entrance to SCP-3008 is to be monitored at all times, and no one is to enter SCP-3008 outside of testing, as permitted by the Senior Researcher.

Humans exiting SCP-3008 are to be detained and then debriefed prior to the administration of amnestics. Dependent upon the duration of their stay in SCP-3008, a cover story may need to be generated prior to their release.

Any other entities exiting SCP-3008 are to be terminated.

Description: SCP-3008 is a large retail unit previously owned by and branded as IKEA, a popular furniture retail chain. A person entering SCP-3008 through the main entrance and then passing out of sight of the doors will find themselves translocated to SCP-3008-1. This displacement will typically go unnoticed as no change will occur from the perspective of the victim; they will generally not become aware until they try to return to the entrance.

SCP-3008-1 is a space resembling the inside of an IKEA furniture store, extending far beyond the limits of what could physically be contained within the dimensions of the retail unit. Current measurements indicate an area of at least 10km2 with no visible external terminators detected in any direction. Inconclusive results from the use of laser rangefinders has led to the speculation that the space may be infinite.

SCP-3008-1 is inhabited by an unknown number of civilians trapped within prior to containment. Gathered data suggests they have formed a rudimentary civilisation within SCP-3008-1, including the construction of settlements and fortifications for the purpose of defending against SCP-3008-2.

SCP-3008-2 are humanoid entities that exist within SCP-3008-1. While superficially resembling humans they possess exaggerated and inconsistent bodily proportions, often described as being too short or too tall. They possess no facial features and in all observed cases wear a yellow shirt and blue trousers consistent with the IKEA employee uniform.

SCP-3008-1 has a rudimentary day-night cycle, determined by the overhead lighting within the space activating and deactivating at times consistent with the opening and closing times of the original retail store. During the "night" instances of SCP-3008-2 will become violent towards all other lifeforms within SCP-3008-1. During these bouts of violence they have been heard to vocalise phrases in English that are typically variations of "The store is now closed, please exit the building". Once "day" begins SCP-3008-2 instances immediately become passive and begin moving throughout SCP-3008-1 seemingly at random. They are unresponsive to questioning or other verbal cues in this state, though will react violently if attacked.

SCP-3008-1 is known to have one or more exits located within, though these exits do not appear to have a fixed position, making it difficult to leave SCP-3008-1 once inside. Using any other door besides the main entrance to enter the structure or breaking through the walls of the retail unit leads into the non-anomalous interior of the original store.

Since containment began 14 individuals have managed to exit SCP-3008. Following extensive debriefing all individuals have been administered amnestics and released.

Incident 3008-1: At 00:37 on ██/██/200█ a human male exited SCP-3008, followed 10 seconds later by an instance of SCP-3008-2. SCP-3008-2 caught and killed the man before itself being terminated by armed response personnel. This incident represents the only time an instance of SCP-3008-2 has been seen exiting SCP-3008. A full autopsy on the corpse was performed; see 3008-2 Autopsy Log for more details.

The man was carrying an IKEA-branded journal seeming to document his time in SCP-3008-1, transcribed below verbatim.

The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. beep A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. ding Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.

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let-them-eat-rakes · 5 years ago

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A PERFECTLY NORMAL, REGULAR OLD IKEA

Item #: SCP-3008

Object Class: Euclid

The entrance to SCP-3008 is to be monitored at all times, and no one is to enter SCP-3008 outside of testing, as permitted by the Senior Researcher.

Any other entities exiting SCP-3008 are to be terminated.

SCP-3008-1 is known to have one or more exits located within though these exits do not appear to have a fixed position, making it difficult to leave SCP-3008-1 once inside. Using any other door besides the main entrance to enter the structure or breaking through the walls of the retail unit leads into the non-anomalous interior of the original store.

Since containment began 14 individuals have managed to exit SCP-3008. Following extensive debriefing all individuals have been administered amnestics and released.

The man was carrying an IKEA-branded journal seeming to document his time in SCP-3008-1, transcribed below verbatim.

- Close Journal

So, I'm writing this to document what I can only assume is my sudden descent into insanity. I can't possibly be THAT bad a navigator, and yet as I write this I've been trapped in Ikea for 2 days. I haven't seen another person in the entire time I've been here. I thought it was a prank at first. Turn the place into a maze, get all the people out and see how long it takes me to get lost, then everyone has a good old laugh. Realised that wasn't the case when I tried to backtrack. Everything had changed, so I ended up lost. Instead of the exit, it was just row after row of bookcases.

So, I'm trapped in Ikea. Sounds like the setup for a bad joke. The lights went out at 10pm. Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, that loud electrical THUNK sound and then pitch blackness. Place is full of beds though and my phone has a torch on it - but no damn signal - so I found a bed and went to sleep. Spent most of the next day trying to find my way out with no luck. Did find a restaurant serving those meatballs though, so at least I won't starve. That's probably the punchline to that joke. Anyway they were still warm and fresh, but I haven't seen anyone around who could have cooked them. Made my way back to the beds before the lights cut out again since it's too dark to search with them off.

It's 9.10am now, the lights came back on a little while ago. I'm sure I've searched the entire area around where I came in now and the exit obviously isn't here, so I'm going to pick a direction and hope for the best.

Day 3 of my magical Ikea mystery adventure. If I wasn't sure that there was something seriously weird about this place before, I am now. Walked for 3 hours in a more or less straight line (insert Ikea joke here) before I came across a ladder next to one of those huge stock shelves they have here. Climbed up to get my bearings, and it looks like this place just stretches on forever. Like that scene from the Lion King, except instead of trees and grass it was all shelves and tables and crap. I did see a person moving not too far away though, so I headed over.

Thought it was a staff member at first - it was wearing the uniform. And hell maybe it was, maybe freakish 7ft tall monsters with long arms, short legs and no faces are just the kinds of thing they want working at Super Ikea. Damn thing completely ignored me though, and with no eyes or ears I can't even be sure it knew I was there. Thought about shoving it or something to get its attention, but its hands were big enough to crush a water melon so I decided against it. It just kept moving along and eventually I lost sight of it so I decided to carry on the way I was going.

Anyway, no comfy bed for me tonight. Looks like I've entered the Improbably Hard and Pointy Table section of the store. Guess I'll have to make do with some bunched up tablecloths. Phone battery died during the day too. Didn't work anyway, but I feel like I've just lost some vital lifeline.

You ever see one of those cartoons where they're going through doors in a hallway and they just pop out of another door in the same hallway? That's how I feel right now. I've seen nothing but the same identical bookshelf for 2 days now. Just row after row after row of them. I mean, come on. I love books as much as the next guy, but this is excessive. I'm obviously still moving forwards though, I can see the signs hanging overhead passing by. Too bad none of them say "Exit".

Not sure who I was addressing that question to. Lets just say it was practice for the autobiography I'm going to write when I get out of here. I'll call it "My perfectly normal trip to a regular old Ikea".

If I ever get out o

Finally found some other people! Yeah, turns out I'm not the only poor bastard trapped in here. Lucky for me, I guess. My 6th night here, 2 of those staff things came at me in the dark. Different from the first one I saw, but still messed up. Heard them coming, they were saying that the store was closed and I had to leave the building, all nice and polite like. I'm not sure which part of that was weirder, that they don't have mouths or that they were apparently trying to kill me while they were saying it. Came at me like rabid dogs.

So, I legged it. Sprinting through ikea in the dark like a fucking madman. I saw it when I cleared another stand of those giant stock shelves, all lit up with torches and floodlights. They've built a whole town in here! Got a massive wall built out of shelves and beds and tables and whatever else. I swear to god it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Anyway I guess they saw me coming (or maybe they heard my girlish manly bellows of fear), because they had a gate open and 2 people were there waving me in. Heard the staff things slam into the gate behind me after it closed, still politely informing us all that the store was now closed. They wandered off eventually though.

They call the town Exchange, because that's whats on the sign hanging from the ceiling directly above it. Exchange and Returns. All lit up against the night using lights they've found and plugged into the power lines. And there are beds and food and people. Over 50 wonderful people with regular sized limbs and a full set of facial features. It's now my 7th night here, and the first one not spent in darkness. A full week living in Ikea. There's probably a TV show in that somewhere.

Now that I'm around other people, I'm starting to feel more normal. Maybe normal isn't the word. But after a week with only the sound of my own footsteps for company, I was becoming increasingly sure that I'd just gone nuts. That I was tied up in some padded room somewhere, banging my head against the wall. But no, I feel quite sane now, thank you very much!

Apparently there are other towns out there. Some with more people, some with less. I found that fairly mind-boggling - how can that many people go missing with no one noticing. Surely someone would have noticed that everyone who goes to ikea seems to fucking vanish. Or maybe it's not everyone. Maybe we're just the lucky ones.

The people here just call those staff monster things the Staff. Apparently they are fine during the day, minding their own business walking the aisles. As soon as those lights go out though, they go fucking bonkers. So during the day people go out to find food, water and whatever else they need. Apparently there are restaurants and shops around that randomly get restocked. No one knows how. Maybe the staff do it. Apparently they aren't very good at their jobs though because the restocking sometimes takes a while, which means the food needs to be rationed. Maybe if they weren't so busy chasing people around in the dark they'd get more done.

Anyway when night comes the staff go nuts and everyone holds up inside the walls. Apparently it's the same everywhere in this place, whatever this place is. The Ur-Ikea, from whence all other Ikeas sprang. Or maybe we're all still just in the regular ikea and this is all some fever dream brought on by mind-numbing boredom. Who knows.

Been here for 10 days now. Most of the people I asked said they stopped keeping track a long time ago and one guy, Chris, said he'd been in here for years.

Years.

[ILLEGIBLE SCRIBBLES]

Apparently there are rumours of people who do manage to get out. And of people who see the exit, only to have it vanish before their very eyes. I get the feeling not everyone believes that, but I do. Explains how we got stuck in here in the first place (sort of). And I mean, come on. Staff monsters, row after endless row of high quality Swedish furniture. I don't know why they would find a disappearing door so hard to believe in.

Anyway, I went out scavenging for food at a nearby shop with Sandra and Jerry today. Once you learn the landmarks of this place it's not so hard to navigate. The overhead signs help a lot, but there are others; not too far in the distance a huge section of those giant stock shelves has collapsed against each other and way off in the east (we all assume it's east anyway - apparently Ikea doesn't sell compasses) is some kind of tower that looks like its made of wood, reaches all the way to the ceiling. Maybe they were trying to break out through the roof. Lights up at night so there must be people there, but its apparently a few days walk (which means it must be miles away) so no one here really knows for sure. Apparently I got incredibly lucky sleeping out in the open for a week without getting ripped to bits by the staff. That's me. Lucky lucky lucky.

We found some food in the shop. Guess the staff restocked it during the night, which was nice of them. There was a telephone on the wall, so I figured I'd try it out. There was a voice on the other end, but they were just talking nonsense. Random words strung together with no real meaning. You ever see a video of someone with aphasia? Kind of sounded like that. Didn't answer me when I spoke to them anyway. Sandra says all the phones in here are the same.

Oops, asking the journal questions again!

I was thinking last night. The ceiling on this place is pretty high and as far as anyone can tell it goes on forever. Shouldn't there be some kind of weather in here? I'm sure I read about some NASA building that was so big it had its own weather patterns, with clouds and stuff. This place is definitely bigger than that, but now that I think about it I'm pretty sure I've never felt so much as a temperature change in here.

I'll add it to the Grand List of Weird Bullshit.

The staff attacked the Exchange last night. Must have been 20 or 30 of them all just asking us to leave the store calm as you like, while trying to smash the walls down with their bare hands. Apparently this happens pretty regularly, so everyone is prepared for it. Knives from the restaurants, lawn mower blades made into hatchets, a fire axe. One guy, Wasim, even made a functional crossbow. Anyway the walls have holes in them, which I hadn't noticed before, specifically so we can stab out at the staff when they attack. Took a couple of them down myself. They don't seem to bleed, which is weird, but they go down as easy as a regular person once you start sticking holes in them.

We had to haul the bodies away in the morning. Apparently the dead ones will attract more during the night, so we had to get them away from Exchange. We have a couple of those trolley things they use to move big boxes around, so we loaded them up and took them over to Pickup. Apparently people just name everything in here after whatever sign is hanging overhead.

Pickup was grisly. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of dead staff all piled up. There was no smell, which was a blessing. Apparently in addition to not bleeding, these things don't rot either. My curiosity got the better of me while we were unloading them, so I took a look at one of the more cut-up ones. They're just skin, or something that looks like skin, all the way through. No muscle, no bone, no organs. Are they even really alive in the first place? They certainly seem like they have bones when they are moving around, pounding on the walls. And I'm sure I felt more resistance than just skin when the knife went in during the night. Maybe something happens to them when they die. Just one more thing on the ever-increasing list of Weird Shit that goes on in here, I guess.

Something occurred to me, after the staff attack the other night. Every time you see a situation like this on TV or in a film, like its the end of the world or everyone is trapped on an island or whatever, once groups like ours start to form people always seem to turn on each other. Fighting for food or dominance or whatever else. That hasn't happened here. Apparently people from other towns come by from time to time, just to check in or occasionally to trade if they are short on something. But everything is always cordial. Friendly, even. Maybe its the threat of the staff, or perhaps the constant restocking of supplies in the shops means there's nothing much to fight over.

Maybe people are just better than they are generally given credit for. That's a nice thought. I think I'll go with that one.

A dozen people showed up at the gates this afternoon from a town called Trolleys. Apparently the staff broke through the walls and tore the town apart during the night. These 12 are the only survivors out of over a hundred. We let them in, obviously. One more point in the human decency column. Later, I asked if anyone knew how many of these towns there were out there. Between us and the new folks, we managed to come up with over 20 names. 20 towns filled with people, and who knows how many beyond that.

The motto for this place should be "How Is That Even Possible". Surely someone, somewhere must be looking for the thousands of people that must be in here.

I've been here for a little over 2 months now. Not that much changes, as it turns out. A couple of new people showed up, same story as the rest of us. Nice little trip to Ikea and suddenly they're trapped in Billy Bookcase's House of Faceless Weirdos. The staff attack the Exchange once or twice a week. We kill them and haul their bodies off, sometimes they hurt some of us first. They killed a guy called Jared a couple of weeks back. It was awful, frankly. Turns out regular humans still bleed in here, even if the staff don't. We tried our best, but none of us are doctors.

Jared was a good guy. He deserved better. We all do.

It occurred to me a couple of days after that, none of us were really looking for a way out of here. I don't even know where we'd start.

One of those quad copter things with a camera attached buzzed passed Exchange today. I thought it meant that someone was finally looking for us, that help was on the way. Apparently it's not the first time this has happened, though. Same thing happened a few months ago, and everyone is still here.

No idea if it saw us, it didn't stop if it did. Just kept flying until we could no longer see it.

Note: Based on recovery time of the journal, this entry appears to line up approximately with our first successful test piloting a drone inside SCP-3008-1. Analysis of footage shows a walled settlement under a sign labelled "Exchange and Returns". Attempts to relocate the settlement failed. Origin of previously sighted drones is unknown.

I started talking to people about the stuff they miss from home during dinner today. Probably not the best idea I've ever had, everyone seemed pretty down after. A bunch of people here have families. Husbands and wives, kids. Dogs. Franklin apparently has a pet llama, though I'm not sure I buy that.

But apparently some of the people here have some seriously odd gaps in their knowledge. 3 of them had never heard of the International Space Station, 2 of them seemed to think █████ ███████ was the Prime Minister, and one of them had apparently never heard of the Statue of Liberty. I believe them, too. They seemed just as confused as the rest of us.

The more I thought about it though, the more it started to explain a few things. What if the reason no one is looking for all us missing people is because we haven't all come from the same place. This is going to sound weird (maybe that should be the motto for this place) but what if all the people here have come from different dimensions? Realities? Whatever you call it. I've seen enough TV shows to know the drill. Sarah comes from a place where there is no Statue of Liberty. They didn't launch a space station where Wasim is from. If everyone here came from different places, even from ones that seem identical, there'd be no huge missing persons panic. No mass search. We'd just be a blip, a single missing person in a world of non-stop news.

Well. That was a fun train of thought.

Just realised that yesterday was the six month anniversary of my arrival here. I wonder if Ikea sells party hats. The routine around here has remained more or less the same. More new folk show up, one every couple of weeks or so. Food supplies go up and down, but we've never actually had a major shortage. Occasionally we get a visitor from one of the nearby towns, usually Checkouts or Aisle 630. We check in with each other from time to time, occasionally trade supplies if someone gets particularly low on something. It's comforting, in a way. A reminder that we aren't alone in here, some small glimmer of civilisation. Sometimes they bring medical supplies. Apparently there's a pharmacy a few towns down from Checkouts that gets restocked every now and then, so they share out what they can. I've never heard of an Ikea with a pharmacy before but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if someone stumbled on an Ikea Organ Harvesting Lab. Would certainly explain the staff.

Speaking of our faceless jailers, their attacks have been getting worse lately. 3 or 4 times a week now, with twice as many staff as there used to be. No idea where they all come from, or why the attacks have increased. We tried following one of them during the day a few weeks ago, me and Sarah. Wanted to see if they lead back to a staff room or something. Didn't seem to go anywhere though, just randomly walked through the aisles. We had to turn back before we found anything.

We've been reinforcing the walls, trying to arm ourselves better. Certainly no lack of materials to use. Wasim has been making more crossbows, but it's pretty slow going.

Too bad Ikea doesn't sell guns.

Note: No new personnel have entered SCP-3008 at Site-██ in the time span indicated in this entry.

The attacks are getting bad now. Almost every night, and with so many staff that the bodies almost pile high enough for others to climb the walls. I think we're in real trouble here.

Exchange is

I think Exchange is done. We got hit pretty bad last night. Not many casualties, but the wall is wrecked. We finally figured out why the attacks had been escalating, too. A box of supplies had a chunk of one of the staff in there. No idea how it happened but apparently a piece of one will draw them as well as a full body. Too late now in any case, there's too many bodies for us to haul away and still have time to fix the wall before night. Candace has called a meeting. I suspect there will be talk of abandoning Exchange, maybe try and get shelter at Checkouts or something.

It's already getting late though. I don't think we'll have time to make it. Maybe some of us will. I was fine for that first week out in the dark, after all. But then, how often can I keep getting lucky.

I'm only writing this for a sense of closure, I guess. For me, or for anyone who finds this. If this is the final entry here, I hope whoever is reading this is doing so from outside of this place.

My biggest fear? If I do die tonight, I'll just wake up here again in the morning.

Note: This is the last entry. It is assumed that while attempting to reach the "Checkouts" settlement he was separated from the rest of his group by a pursuing SCP-3008-2 instance and happened upon the exit.

#scp #scp fandom #scp foundation #scp 3008 #ikea #posted from a pile of leaves #let them eat rakes

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empress-runner · 4 years ago

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AI generated SCP

Bold is what I typed into https://bellard.org/textsynth/ Item Number: SCP-9999

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-9999 are to be kept in a separate room located on the third floor of Site-37. SCP-9999 is to be monitored by agents who are not trained as to anomalous events. Foundation agents are not to approach SCP-9999 unless instructed to do so by a Level 3 Level 2, but have seen a number of instances of SCP-9999 and the Foundation have taken measures to prevent it. Personnel who are unable to observe SCP-9999 are to be administered Class B amnestics, as they are believed to be potentially dangerous to humans.

Description: SCP-9999 is a four-digit code system created using an unknown number of "dots". "Dots" consist of three or four random digits that are arranged into four pairs, where each pair acts as a decryption key. To create a single "dotted", these combinations of "dots" must be combined to produce a hexadecimal number, and that number will be added to the sequence to create a hexadecimal number. Since the "dot" can only be used for hexadecimal numbers, all possible combinations must use an average of 8 digits in hexadecimal. Once these random numbers are created, the resulting sequence is known as the "number". As of ██/██/████, this number has been transmitted to seven nations, where it can be entered on the telephone book at any time. Each of these seven nations maintains a complete copy of SCP-9999, thus the number can be used to verify that the telephone book has been kept accurate and up to date. Any other number can be altered using a "dotted", resulting in a different and completely different number (a "dotted" number), with no repeatability with which to recreate it. The number has no other characteristics, other than the number itself. SCP-9999 has been associated with the following events:

A series of recorded incidents involving Japanese individuals on American soil

A series of recorded incidents involving Japanese individuals in the United States

A series of recordings made at SCP-████ and later recovered in Japan

A series of recorded incidents of unidentified Chinese agents

An unidentified individual, a Japanese man who went to █████ and was subsequently captured

A series of recorded incidents involving two Japanese individuals in Canada, both with a Japanese man

A series of recordings of a conversation between two Japanese individuals in Japan

A series of recorded incidents of unknown individuals

The information concerning SCP-9999 in Japanese is not readily available due to the lack of translation available into English. Due to the use of Japanese in Japan, any individual who knows English and is interested in Japanese events may communicate with an agent of the Japanese government in Tokyo. Agent █████ has been assigned the task of monitoring communications in a bid to gain information relating to "Operation Kurenai". He has been unable to obtain this information through other means and will utilize the information obtained to advance the Japanese government and their war effort in Canada. To prevent further incidents of Japanese-Canadian interment and further exposure of Japanese people to harm, this agent is to utilize every means in his power to prevent these events from occurring. No one has been aware of this agent's existence for over a year. Further communication has been prevented via an automated voice signal.

#SCP Foundation #ai #textsynth #talk to transformer

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awildhanmonster · 6 years ago

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And so, the time has finally come! I’ve jumped off the precipice of making these things adoptable, and the reception has been really joyfully humbling! Below is a master post of my collective information on Roadhounds and what I consider their technical “canon”– HOWEVER. IF YOU HAVE PURCHASED A HOUND FROM ME, PLEASE NOTE THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO FOLLOW ANY OF THIS. If you want to take your weird dogbirds and jam them in your own respective headworlds or turn them into something else entirely, you have my full and open blessing to do so! All I ask is for a footnote of being the technical (first draft) creator somewhere. These guys are meant to be for FUN, in whatever way brings you the most joy. If you DO, however, want to see what lore they come with, keep reading!

ROADHOUND FAQ:

What is a roadhound?

“Roadhound” is a catchall term encompassing a group of strange, largely enigmatic, bird-faced canid-type lifeforms sighted worldwide. They are considered by most to be a modern day cryptid, and would be considered a “Safe” Class SCP as a whole despite their numbers and lacking research from observation.

Origin of species:

There is no current consensus on the origin of roadhounds. They always seem to just appear one day along human-made paths of travel where people have walked— dirt roads, hiking trails, highways, etc— seemingly fully formed and mature. No human has ever witnessed the “birth” or emergence of a hound, but this mysterious generation may be associated with traveling, restlessness, or wanderlust. Similarly, there has never been a firsthand account of hounds actively copulating, pregnant, or with young, and it remains unknown whether or not they are even capable of sexual reproduction. No bodies have ever been retrieved for study, and their lifespans can only be guessed upon as “ambiguously long.”

They are sometimes regarded as ill omens or bad luck by the public, given their tendency to appear along stretches of road plagued by car accidents, though this has not in any way been substantiated.

Observed phenotypes:

Roadhounds all follow a loose construction of two major parts: a bird— generally from the corvid family (though passerine and raptor variants have been observed) and a canine— most commonly wildtype variants of wolves, coyotes, foxes, jackals and etc. They are almost universally described as having a “doglike body” and tail, functional in shape and of reasonable proportion, a formidable beak, small, but fully formed wings in place of mammalian ears (ear canals are suspected to seat around the “armpit” of the inner wing), and three sets of eyes seated in the bottom half of a long, highly flexible feathered neck. Forefeet, while canine in structure, have diminished fur in favor of tiled scaling up the carpals/metacarpals, with tough pads and a hooked, birdlike talon replacing the dewclaw. Nails are thick and sturdy, but non-retractable.

The bird component, densely feathered and often with an excess of fine bristles around the beak/chin area, can display plumage ranging from drab to offensively colorful depending on species. The body, however, tends to remain neutral in a range of grays, blacks, whites and browns. The false “tail” anchored to their sternum can be flattened, fanned, or pulled up slightly by muscular tension for various types of display. Their wings can also be moved freely, shuffled, flapped or mantled as a key component of body language. Typical specimens can range anywhere from approximately 30-120 pounds, though outliers can and do occur, if infrequently.

Known Behavior:

Roadhounds are (usually) fairly clever, displaying robust intelligence on par with (or surpassing) their component fauna. They seem to have a sense of self-recognition when presented with mirrors and tend towards an inquisitive, playful, and occasionally irritating nature, though this can vary wildly from specimen to specimen. They can and do use crude tools for basic problem solving when available, and often display behaviors suggesting a grasp of concepts such as forethought, altruism, and grief. They may even possess a crude language, though it is poorly understood by researchers.

Curiously, roadhounds all universally seem to lack any prey drive. Despite a meat oriented semi-carnivorous diet, they have never been seen actively hunting live prey and may regard other animals as anything from a companion to a moving toy that must be coddled or harassed. When threatened they may stand their ground, displaying various threat gestures, but prefer flight over an altercation. Shyness and flight radius/“tameness” seems to vary wildly, but a genuine fear of humans is rare.

The majority also seem to have a love bordering obsession of shiny and/or metallic objects, most commonly those associated with automobiles or electronics. They have been observed “collecting” anything from shed scrap metal (generally shed from highway collisions) to hubcaps, dollar coins, tin cans, window decals, side mirrors, jewelry, truck nuts, and more. These trinkets have even (rarely) been used as apparent “gifts” and offered to other life forms, with mixed results.

Vocalizations:

Roadhounds possess impressive sound mimicry and a robust vocabulary ranging from typical bird/canid vocalizations to machine noises and eavesdropped fragments of human language, the latter regurgitated in tinny, childlike voices. Given their frequent proximity to roads and civilization, common “acquired” calls include car horns, squealing tires, NOVELTY car horns, metallic crunching sounds, engines revving, toll booth ringers, car alarms, sirens, variants of SPEED UP ASSHOLE, and etc. They will pepper these noises into their more organic calls seemingly at random, each unique to the individual. If you hear a car alarm going off incessantly at 3 am in the middle of nowhere, with no cars in sight, you may have a visitor.

Diet:

Despite a complete lack of hunting instinct, roadhounds subsist almost entirely on meat: more specifically, on roadkill and scavenged carrion. They prefer fresher carcasses, but are opportunists and generally not picky. More human/urban acclimated individuals have also been seen raiding garbage bins and city dumpsters for a variety of other (presumably food-based) material. Dry cat or dog kibble left on porches is also a commonly raided, even preferred snack, and some individuals have been observed going out of their way to raid farmhouses for the delicacy.

TL;DR:

Roadhounds are anomalous little cryptid dogbirds I’m making purely for fun and if you get one, you should play them in the way that gives YOU the most fun in turn. Cheers, y’all!

#Roadhounds

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kreuzaderny · 6 years ago

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Why the “Random Transiter” is now the most mysterious star in the Galaxy

We have identified a star, EPIC 249706694 (HD 139139), that was observed during K2 Campaign 15 with the Kepler extended mission that appears to exhibit 28 transit-like events over the course of the 87-day observation. The unusual aspect of these dips, all but two of which have depths of 200±80 ppm, is that they exhibit no periodicity, and their arrival times could just as well have been produced by a random number generator. We show that no more than four of the events can be part of a periodic sequence. We have done a number of data quality tests to ascertain that these dips are of astrophysical origin, and while we cannot be absolutely certain that this is so, they have all the hallmarks of astrophysical variability on one of two possible host stars (a likely bound pair) in the photometric aperture. We explore a number of ideas for the origin of these dips, including actual planet transits due to multiple or dust emitting planets, anomalously large TTVs, S- and P-type transits in binary systems, a collection of dust-emitting asteroids, `dipper-star' activity, and short-lived starspots. All transit scenarios that we have been able to conjure up appear to fail, while the intrinsic stellar variability hypothesis would be novel and untested.

#astronomy

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wholeworldbroken · 7 years ago

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PART 1) Net Neutrality, Hypernormalization, The Dinosaur Who Swindled Natural Selection & Prospered... AND... The Healthy Benefits Of Paranoid Delusional Psychosis.

TV is a dinosaur sinking into the tar. All those once giant networks are scrambling to survive just a little longer in this technological age that left them behind before they noticed. That Netflix model is alot bigger deal than it's given credit for. It's what reshaped HULU until it went legitimate. It's why there's an HBOGO, STARZ, SHOWTIME, etc. app that all outperform their parent networks.

The power of ON-DEMAND blew Amazon up from a more Wal-Marty version of eBay to the titan it is now. Disney is gearing up to yank all Star Wars, Marvel, Indiana Jones, etc. properties from Netflix to add to their own upcoming streaming channel. Even the underdogs that only Netflix could make into giant hits: Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, The Defenders and The Punisher (not so much IronFist) are being carted over to the new Disney service without so much as a "thank you for making this possible" to Netflix.

CBS launched theirs earlier this year with the added ammo of the most expensive Star Trek series to date, Discovery, being only available through their site. We'll probably see about 10 new changeovers this coming year. Comcast, Verizon and Slime-Warner know that we'll pay $8 here, $10 there for the convenience of catching all that exclusive content completely at our lesiure, always waiting as soon as we feel like tapping that PLAY button.

So, the dinosaur is slowly inching across the quicksand, dragging its rip-off cable model over to the internet, embracing the technology of the future while still thriving off the scams of the past. Even Youtube, which was kind of a revolution in independent, DIY content creators and previously muted voices now given a somewhat worldwide platform, finding an audience without having to bow to the old media gatekeepers

(the Merv Griffins, Johnny Carsons, Entertainment Tonights, Morning Shows, blah, blah, blah, who were able to get rich off the young, hopefuls kissing the asses of whoever would help them be seen, LONG before any of the actual talent was consistently turning a profit. Completely self -regenerating. You can burn up the lump of coal till it's all disintegrated, but the machine ALWAYS got fresh coal being shoveled in the fire, baby)

... is now flooded with Jimmy Kimmel, SNL, Paramount, Disney studios, which seems like normal that those sketches, clips, movie trailers would end up archived on youtube...

until you consider that youtubers are paid through Google Adsense, and receive a monetary amount per video play featuring ads that are part of the program. The success and general public hunger for these independent creators has multiplied the number of young, self-made millionaires over the last 10 years. So, in come the dinosaurs, dragging that dirty-old-bag of crooked-old-ways with them.

Now you got NBC, uploading individual sketches from SNL, a television show that makes its revenue from tv ads & endorsements, each video cashing in on adsense profits seperately, rivaling the numbers from the original airing of the whole episode. Jimmy Fallon, Dr. Phil... practically EVERYbody is clawing & scratching for that youtube money all the kids were syphoning away from them. Whatever.

Big, ugly business, but still business. Dog eat dog & all that.

But what about commercials? Who the fuck clicks on the new TIDE ad showing up in their youtube feed? SOMEbody, cause it's got, like, a bajillion clicks. Are companies drafting interns to generate views and cash in on adsense? Hey, I'm paranoid, but if stupid old ME thought of it...

So, you seen the new Star Wars trailer? Shit, EACH newer version, starting with the teaser? How many did you see on youtube? ...and when you click that movie COMMERCIAL, like magic, you gotta sit through a goddamn COMMERCIAL before you can watch the COMMERCIAL you voluntarily chose to endure. Shit. I'll be DAMNED if, half the time, the ad that comes up isn't another trailer for another movie, usually from a whole other studio. Think Disney/StarWars minds you got a sneak taste of GrownUps 3 while you were waiting to drool all over a 30-second montage of disjointed scenes arranged to grease the dollar bills out of your wallet come Christmas time? `</pre> They just got paid by Adam Sandler's scam of a company for you to wait out the 5 seconds to click away from his bullshit and get up in them Star Wars guts... several million times... by an unrelated company willing to pay the opponent team for the luxury of dropping a commercial on the front of their commercial... leading to Disney (only an example. This is some across the board shit) making millions off a commercial designed to set up an installment in a franchise that will bring them automatic billions. <pre>` It's Terry Gilliam level absurdity that we've indoctrinated ourselves, as a species, to accept as "successful business practices", as we dream of one day carving our very own little chunk of the abstract money scheme balogna. I don't pretend to have a better, more functional answer than: try to resist as much of the barrage as you can, of huckster salesmen who have studied the best psychological methods of Stockholming your oblivious ass into not only continuing to prop up their pyramid scheme and perpetuating their boss's greedy manipulation of the entire world by way of its set-up-to-fail economic machinations `</pre> but ALSO, to constantly strengthen your faith in the infallible logic of those same machinations with a passion that is prepared to DESTROY any anomalous dissenters, selfish enough to be randomly fertilized and born into their designated gangsign annotated factions dividing up larger, further established, gangsign brandishing nation-states, yet still possessing the ingratious self-serving personality defect of introspection, empathy & existential contemplation. ** incoming** __VOICE__OF__GREAT__MACHINATION__LEADER,__STIFFY__O'FOOFYSKINS______ <pre>` "The enemy is all around and they hate your way of life. They whisper corruption into the ears of our unsuspecting younger generations. They bombard you with an agenda of moral codes & ideals in direct conflict to the ones you were taught. If you love the random patch of land you literally had more of a chance to be born outside of than in `</pre> and you're not some kind of infidel, basking in the luxuries provided by your assigned locale while remaining unwilling to offer up your mortal life to assure its continuation, then you already know that the RIGHT thing to do, the divine purpose you feel pumping through your heart, is stand tall & be ready to hoist your team's flag should it fall. The enemy wants to see you fail so that it can pillage its way to the holy finish line which was divinely entitled to YOU and the rest of the good guys. It preaches demoralizing propaganda designed to weaken your resolve & raise doubt toward your righteous goals. It knows ways to steal the food from your family's table... even steal your established identity and celebrate its wicked victories by splurging on the fruit sewed by YOUR noble labors. This is your preconceived understanding of the truth. There are higher levels of truth that only pertain to you as part of a bigger picture, but you need not concern yourself with such perplexing pokings & proddings into the corners of your manufactured reality. Take comfort in the ebb & flow of a pristine, global bureaucracy that, on the surface, appears to malfunction as a chaotic dumpster fire of social upheaval, random acts of blatantly hateful terrorism and increasingly violent natural disasters reminding each & every one of us that we are vulnerable and the only shelter comes from the sinister embrace of the leaders we ourselves chose to govern us, simply because that is the way the world has worked for much longer than our insignificant participation would justify constructing a new means of stability. Best not to stress over such uncontrollable details. GREEN has always meant GO. RED has always signified a mandatory STOP. ...And that proverbial cheese at the end of the maze, ever taunting the entire roster of teams? It's laced with the affectionate tongue-kiss of cyanide, the ultimate reward for any group that is able to pull ahead of the hordes and slamdunk their Nerf football into the victory bonfire. IT'S MILLER TIME... Because being on the winning team isn't what's important: WHAT COUNTS IS THAT YOUR TEAM DESTROYED AS MUCH OF THE OPPOSITION'S LIFE & LIVELIHOOD AS WAS POSSIBLE." <pre>` Over moral posturings? Over indignant evildoings? In a race to prove to the creator that your team is comprised of his chosen people and is ready to accept the role as His Holy Assassins? Over the truth behind 9/11? Over the ongoing argument concerning the actual SHAPE of the planet & the legitimacy of the very science we thought we understood, but very well may have been meticulously devised to support our indoctrinated "understanding" of a globe-shaped world, hurling through space in a cosmic dance with the star, SOL, spinning on an axis that brings it around 360° every 24 hours and marking the outlines of our 24 hour day... 7 day week... our 12 month year... An indoctrination so effective, most of us never once stop to entertain the notion that, at its essence, the concept of time in this manner, the 7 day work week (uncannily similar to the 7 days required to create the world), the weather defining 12 months adhered to by the Gregorian calendar could very logically, and historically likely, be an immeasurable, blanket imprisonment of individual human perceptions, compressing the infinite possibilities of each reality into a much more predictable & controllable number. Wrangling in those erratic, chaos-prone, possible realities that could ultimately crash the entire capitalist cabal so dependent on limiting the imaginations & therefore, the entire concept of the fabric of reality & the universe across an entire planet's population. Outrageous, right? Borderline psychotic levels of paranoia, layered with simple, obnoxious denial and a shot or 2 of worst-case-scenario gullibility, YEARS worth of nonsensical research into the ravings of like-minded lunatics whose infectious delusions have consistently contributed to the disenfranchisement and downfall of multiple promising, yet dangerously curious intellects dating all the way back to the first significant population booms & those resultant social structures that merely sought to stifle the all too common, human urge to casually rape & kill each other on the slightest of whims. When viewed in THAT light, maybe that original intent wasn't so awful. Maybe somebody just had to think of something, like, QUICK.

WE INTERRUPT THIS LITERATAL ILLUSTRATION OF AN IMPLODING BRAIN'S LAST, DESPERATE GRASP AT UNDERSTANDING TO BRING YOU THIS TEMPORARILY DEBILITATING ANXIETY ATTACK...

#capitolism #elitism #flat earth #evolution #global model #hypernormalisation #imagination #indoctrination #infinite #reality #net neutrality #perception #social construct #stockholm syndrome #youtube #wz3d #poxyclypse

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