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I said I’d participate in anyway I could.

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Sorry about trumpers being weird.

Here’s a little story you might find uplifting -

I’ve been watching AT4W since I was 16, I’ve fell on and off watching routinely cause of life getting in the way, but it’s always fun to come back.

About 15 years ago now I made friends with a random kid on DeviantART because we were both singing along to your theme song - they were going through a lot of bad stuff, but we got through it together, they survived and transitioned and now 15 years later we’re still friends and I get to see her living her best life, and we met on the off chance that we were both fans of your show!

(Veronica if you see this I am so proud of you ❤️)

<3

[quixoticrobotic]

Question entirely on a whim - classpect the comicrew, go!

CLAPS MY HANDS TOGETHER LETS FUCKIN GOOO

i also have jaeris, joanna, erin, and allen bc sburb aus delight me i also have chumhandles, i can share those if you like

also i assume you want reasoning

Linkara: Knight of Mind. Hes such a knight of my god like insisting your fine when you arent? absolute knight behavior. i chose mind because one of my favorite aspects of linkara is hes like. the kind of character who needs to have a plan for everything which is usually a bad guy trait and is a trait you see in a lot of neurodivergent ppl so its nice to see in The Hero

but yeah a knight of mind would use logic and thinking as a weapon which linkara really enjoys doing

90s Dude: Mage of Hope

hope players represent! (im seer of hope!) but yeah hope is a broad term bc like lots of things can inspire it, hope plays typically have something they're really passionate about, something that sparks that ability to believe and like i dont have to say what 90's dude's is. he wears his passions on his sleeves, he gave us "more radical, less sadicle", the stuff that hes passionate about is his strength. mages are kinda like seers except less direct? instead of sharing knowledge to help the team they have this very personal, intuitive understanding of their aspect and how to wield it. fits the sleepwalker arc p damn well

Harvey: Prince of Time

every time i have to make a character i love a prince like i know you'd hate these pants im sorry

but ok i knew harvey would be a time player bc time is associated with music and death, two things that are very relevant to harvey as a character. i think i settled on this bc i saw a quote on pintrest "not living, just killin time" and harvey was the character i was fixated on that week. princes destroy their aspect/are destroyed by their aspect/destroy with their aspect. so if you wanna put a less gloomy spin on this you can go with "making up for lost time"

also i rarely get to have a session that has both a time and space player and thus isn't automatically doomed, which brings me to

Linksano: Seer of Space

multiverse and green. also seer fit since his official job on the team is science consultant like, he uses his knowledge of the multiverse to help his friends

Jaeris: Thief of Void

THIS IS ANOTHER MEAN ONE like thief bc of him stealing magic weapons BUT ALSO thief's tend to have a "my way is definitely the correct way of accomplishing this goal" and it bites them in the ass. i saw a theory i take whith a grain of salt but its basically void players tend to have their perspective skewed by some personal bias

and meanest of all

jaeris gets nothing. thieves take their aspect for themself. void is nothing. jaeris gained nothing. im so sorry space cowboy u make it too easy

Joanna: Witch of Doom

AW YEAH I GET TO TOUCH ON MY HEADCANONS ABOUT WHAT JOANNA IS LIKE

so doom is destiny, fate that cannot be changed. but this often represented by computer code/coding (which fits so neatly into the at4w 'verse tbh)

witches manipulate their aspect

now of course we know joanna sees the tapestry of fate and pulls out a seam ripper

but i also headcanon joanna is a cool gamer hacker babe who likes computers/ai/robots/ect. she and jaeris are a steampunk/cyberpunk power couple. also i like to think think by giving her one of the most OP classpects i'm making up for her lack of screen time

Erin: Rouge of Light

rouges allocate their aspect to help the team, light is luck, fortune, and fate that can be changed. fits Miss "Technically I was always your friend. Just in very weird and roundabout ways." who was introduced stealing the magic coin

Allen: Page of Life

im not gonna lie allen is mostly here so we have an even number of players. im sorry allen fans

i dont actually have a gt for mark bc linkara needs a strife specibus

and we cant have marksprite because PLEASE DO NOT PROTOTYPE THE EXTREMELY POWERFUL MAGIC WEAPON

[dzthenerd490]

File: Winter of 83

Original Creator @AT4W

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SCP#: AWS

Code Name: When Winter Breaks/ Analog Snow

Object Class: Euclid Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Captured samples of SCP-AWS are contained inside metal crates coated with common metals that block frequencies such as aluminum, copper, and nickel. There are 40 creates in total and all are stacked and contained within 40x40x40 meter containment cell at Site-AL. The walls of the containment cell are also made of the same combinations of metals. The wall is double reinforced with space in between the walls. The space in between walls is filled with heaters to heat up the metal in the walls to prevent the room going any lower than 80 degrees Celsius.

Regarding SCP-AWS instances that have yet to be contained. The Foundation company referred to as, Security Computer Protection is responsible for providing better signal protection on all communication devices to all customers. The devices are to have stronger and more secure frequency communication to prevent SCP-AWS from feeding. The Foundation's ally, the Church of Maxwellism have assisted in creating devices or upgrading current household devices to prevent SCP-AWS from evolving and infecting the signals.

The United States Military and the Eight Wings of Mekhane have assisted the Foundations in creating a military company known as Satellites Connections Project. The company is to create, mass produce, and deploy new satellites that target anomalous frequencies and target the source. It is with hopes that with the satellites, the surviving SCP-AWS samples.

Mobile Task Force Poseidon-1: By Analog Sword and Frozen Shield, is tasked with hunting down, culling, and containing SCP-AWS samples. MTF Poseidon-1 is also responsible for analyzing samples of SCP-AWS to see if any mutations have taken place. 

Description: SCP-AWS is a sentient colony of bacteria that is able to live in crystalized formations such as sugar, salt, and snow. SCP-AWS seems to prefer snow and only resort to any other crystalized formation if its survival depends on it. Instances of SCP-AWS are aware of being a colony of bacteria and always refers to itself as "us" or more disturbingly "god".

SCP-AWS is able to manipulate frequencies of 950 MHz or lower but never higher, these frequencies are typically used in analog tv. SCP-AWS is able to use these frequencies to communicate via audio and visual imagery depending on what is available. SCP-AWS can interact and send messages to analog devices from at least 500 feet away from itself and possibly farther. SCP-AWS can not only manipulate frequencies but also produce frequencies when a colony grows large enough. This allowed a colony of SCP-AWS to mimic voices it hears as well as the voices of its victims. SCP-AWS seems to feed on the frequencies it infects to gain sustenance. SCP-AWS not only eats and manipulates frequencies but can also use the frequencies to alter the snow it uses as a colony base. SCP-AWS uses the snow it inhabits to build a seemingly normal snowman body where it creates a mouth with functioning vocal cords and a human face.

SCP-AWS can use the frequencies to alter the snow to look like whatever it wants it to with a 99.9% accuracy rate. SCP-AWS can also use frequencies to manipulate the temperature of the air to turn the moisture into snow that also happens to contain SCP-AWS. This means that SCP-AWS is able to reproduce not via mitosis, but manifestation. How this is possible is unknown. Dr. Malik has taken the liberty of dubbing this process Metadosis. Metadosis being a biological cell process where a living bacterial cell consumes energy to multiply. When the bacteria multiplies its similar to mitosis; however, the bacterial cells uses additional energy to shoot off the new copy along the food source (this case being frequencies). This copy flows with the frequencies and feeds to become fully developed in a new location. Unfortunately, this is only a working theory of Dr. Malik, the captured samples of SCP-AWS are still being tested to fully understand their capabilities. What is known, is that the cells can travel anywhere frequencies can travel. Essentially meaning SCP-AWS can use Metadosis to spread anywhere where its frequencies can reach, and snow cannot be melted.

Despite feeding on the energy within frequencies, SCP-AWS seems to have a hunger for living flesh as well though it gains nothing from doing so. SCP-AWS seems to prefer to mimic humans or at the very least their faces. It has been theorized that SCP-AWS eats humans in order to understand and therefore mimic the buildup of the human body. SCP-AWS as a whole, views itself as a superior being that wants all life to be like it. It often manipulates analog frequencies of both radio and tv to show propaganda stating that the "snow will come for all" and "you will be like us". SCP-AWS is essentially a bacterial colony that is capable of creating Apex hunter snowmen that can create more snow, mimic voices and appearances, and thus lure prey into any trap. However, SCP-AWS is not omnipotent, without frequencies, SCP-AWS is unable to continue breeding and therefore unable to create more colonies inhabiting shapeshifting snowmen. Furthermore, the snow SCP-AWS is non anomalous and thus can easily be melted by extreme heat. Meaning wintertime in areas that use analog frequencies are the only chance SCP-AWS will be able to feed and kill as an apex predator.

Because of this, Dr. Malik has proposed SCP-AWS to be classified as a Avgotheo Hazard. Avgotheo Hazards being anomalies that are typically extremely weak but when the conditions are met can become a powerful or even God-like entity with the power to wipe out all life in its area of effect. In other words, these are anomalies that can be perceived as safe but have the potential to be a Keter class or Apollyon class anomaly, making them twice as dangerous. 

SCP-AWS was discovered on January 3rd, 1983, when the University of Minesota reported hearing strange messages from a laboratory within [data expunged]. Both the FBI: Unusual Incidents Unit and the SCP Foundation was alerted, however only the UIU deployed a squad right away. According to the UIU they lost contact with the squad on the same day after going to [data expunged] located in the town of [data expunged]. Afterwards the UIU was ordered to stand down by both the U.S. government and the SCP Foundation. On January 4th, the SCP Foundation then deployed Foundation Agents with snowplows and Foundation weaponry with containment gear. The Agents reported finding lots of vehicles including police cars and the local news station van but no civilians present. The Foundation has lost contact with them after the reported going into the basement of [data expunged]. One survivor got out of the basement, but the Foundation lost contact with the survivor quickly afterwards. A single survivor managed to get a message out by morse code stating, "weapons do nothing snow dangerous send he00000000000000 send snow send snow send snow send snow".

Because of the message Mobile Task Force Delta-14 was quickly sent in on January 5th. The squad consisted of six units all armed with adaptive temperature protection armor and laser rifles. Because of their weaponry Delta-14 was ordered to avoid the town and instead head straight for [data expunged]. The following is a recording of the encounter.

Begin Recording

D1: Alright weapons hot! We're almost at the [data expunged].

Four of the six units exit the fortified van, two hang back and act as a command.

D1: Command do you copy us?

C1: We copy you D1, your cameras are live, and your health monitors are online. You are free to proceed with the mission. Over.

D1: Copy, over and out. Alright people, remember the mission. Information is the priority! Avoid any and all civilians and don't engage unless you're sure it's an anomaly! Clear? Let's move out!

The four units marched in the middle of the cold snowy forest. They march for about 10 minutes before reaching [data expunged].

D2: Boss! There it is that's the mansion!

D1: Shit! Keep your voice down! There are police cars there, the place looks like its swarming with civilians! D3! Get up here and scope the area for civilians.

D3 does as D1 asks and remains silent for 1 minute while surveying the area.

D1: anything?

D3: No sir, just bad news.

D4: Bad news?

D3: The entire area is deserted no civilians or police and uh, I see FBI cars and by using the specialized vision scope I can see two belong to the UIU and two belong to us. They were all here but now they're just gone.

D1: Shit, so it really did kill everyone and leave no trace. Command did you get all of that? Probability of us entering a suicide mission is high. Over.

C1: Copy that D1, remember the main goal of the mission is information. we no absolutely nothing about this thing. Just find what you can and if you feel you are threatened, get your men out of there. Over.

D1: Copy that Command, over and out. Aright men keep your eyes peeled and if you see so much as a snowman in a place where it shouldn't, don't hesitate to open fire.

D4: Heh, copy that boss.

The four units close their distance toward the [data expunged] but first look around the cars for evidence.

D3: Damn, where did they all go?

D2: Unfortunately, the same place where we're going. To the basement, or at least that's my theory.

D4: You think it's another U.S. government experiment gone wrong?

D3: wouldn't be the first. Wasn't there that like an Era back in the 50's where the government kept nuking the desert and filling it with mutagenetic chemicals.

D2: Oh yeah it was like a giant bug epidemic for like a whole decade. Thankfully the GOC got rid of most of them.

D4: Shit, don't give those UN dogs any praise. We can do anything they can only better. The only reason they're even in the ACPA is because we need the UN to stay close.

D1: Enough with the chit-chat! Anyone find anything useful?

D2: I think I did, over here boss.

D1: a trail?

D3: What kind of trail is that?

D2: I was asking myself that until I realized it's a trail of a body being dragged. there you can see signs of hands thrashing.

D4: Fuck, look at the window it leads too. There's blood all over it.

D3: Wait hold on a sec... yup as I suspected, here's the morse code Messager from the previous agents.

D1: No doubt about it now then, whatever we're looking for is in there. Alright D2 with me, the rest of you stay out here and see if you can find anything else. Make sure nothing gets in and nothing besides us gets out.

D3: Roger that, lucky us, right?

D4: Yeah, sorry you got the short straw Mathews.

D2: Shut up. And stick to the code names idiot!

D1 and D2 proceed into the [data expunged] and observed the interior. They search around the interior for about 2 hours before going back to the floor level. 

D2: Looks like it's been abandoned for decades.

D1: Must be a cover for the lab in the basement. Though not enough to keep stupid teenagers out if you ask me.

D2: I don't know why anyone would want to be wandering around a broken building with the snow outside blowing like it is.

D1: Regardless of the reasoning, we won't find answers unless we get to the basement.

D2: Right, right, sorry.

D1 and D2 continue to stick together and search for the basement. They look around until they find the basement door open after about 20 minutes.

D2: finally, found it!

D1: How many times do I have to tell you to keep your voice down! We don't know what's listening to us.

D2: Alright sorry... hey wait a minute.

D1: What?

D2: This... this doesn't make sense, look at the snow level, its thicker from the basement and thinner and more spread out the father away it is. The snow originated from the basement, not outside.

D1: So, the anomaly is definingly inside. possibly a weather-based anomaly then, like a device of some kind.

D2: I guess. but if that's the case then what the hell dragged those Foundation agents down here?

D1: Like you said, there's unfortunately only one way to find out.

Unknown: Hey can you help me with this?

D1: Fuck! Weapons hot!

D2: Come out with your hands up now!

D1: If you have a weapon drop it or you will be shot!

Unknown: Hey can you help me with this?

Unknown: I'm so cold!

D2: Shit there's survivors, we should get them out of here! Maybe they-

D1: Wait! shut up for a second.

Unknown: Hey Can you help me with this?

Unknown: Please send help! We're trapped!

D2: Boss what's wrong?

D1: Somethings not right here, we checked all around the mansion, but we didn't find anything. Now suddenly there are people calling out for help?

Unknown: Hey Can you help me with this?

Unknown: Please send help! We're trapped!

D1: Also listen to their voices, their repeating everything without a change in tone or shift. They don't even sound like their coming from the same direction.

D2: Shit is this some kind of Cognito Hazard?

D1: I doubt that, Command are you getting this?

C1: Affirmative, we are also receiving a signal interference but it's not strong enough to block us or manipulate our frequencies.

Unknown: Hey Can you help me with this?

D2: What is this? Snow coming from a basement, voices randomly repeating, people being dragged away? How does any of this connect?

D1: Command its possible we've encountered multiple anomalies each with different hazards and threats please advise.

C1: Copy that D1, you've acquired enough information get your men out of there.

C2: D1, can you contact D3 or D4. We are unable to reach them.

D1: Hold Command we're departing now, we should be able to reach the-

Unknown: Thanks for the help, bud. 

D1: Shit! Open fire! Open fire!

Sounds of laser fire can be heard, this goes on for only 20 seconds. Afterwards nothing is heard but silence.

C1: D1 can you hear me? Delta-14 units? Please respond, can anyone hear me?

D2: ... There it is- There it is- There it is that's- the snow- look at the snow- look at the snow- it's been abandoned- wandering around- broken- The snow originated from the basement- The snow- is- outside. what's wrong? there's survivors- the snow- connect? at least- we're going- To- the same place- epidemic- abandoned- broken- sorry-

D3: all- gone- civilians- police- FBI- they all- better- we need- to stay close- we need- to stay close- where did- You- go? where did- You- go? lucky us- the first- I see- an Era- of- filling-

D4: look at the window- give- anything- we need- we need- to stay close- We can do anything- only better- praise- copy- look- because we need- stay close- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay-stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- stay- FOREVER!

C2: ... what the hell was that?

C1: Fuck this shit, we're getting out of here.

C2: Shit we're surrounded by snow!

C1: Calm down, just turn on the tire heaters, I'll start the engines and the security defense system.

C2: Ok I'm sorry your right... ok it working the tires are getting free, thank god we're almost out of here, I... are those snowmen?

Unknown: YOU WILL BE LIKE US.

C1: What the hell? How did they bypass-

The metal walls of the van can be heard bending. C1 and C2 can be heard screaming and begging for mercy as their interior is slowly shrinking.

Recording Ends

The recording eventually breaks while screaming can still be heard, it is assumed C1 and C2 were crushed to death 30 seconds to 1 minute after the recording stops. What remained of the van after the incident was a crumbled ball of metal, with punch and claw marks.

Due to the complete annihilation of the MTF Delta-14 units as well as the information collected when command streamed it all to Foundation satellites, a new plan was made. Instead, a Joint Task Force of Detla-14, Epsilon-9, and Lambda-12 was arranged but not deployed, due to the, at the time, hypothesized overwhelming threat. Instead of collection of information the Joint Task Force was instead sent in to evacuate as many survivors as possible, with the priority of survivors that are aware of SCP-AWS's existence for the purpose of more information. The JTF consisted of four Delta-14 units armed with adaptive temperature protection armor and laser rifles, six Epsilon-9 units with temperature nullification shields, temperature protection armor and plasma throwers, and four Lambda-12 units with flame throwers, laser pistols, and necrosis gas grenades.

The mission was to take place on January 8th and be disguised as a simple blizzard evacuation, however due to the blizzard coming much faster and stronger than expected the JTF was deployed sooner. They were deployed in a MFWF-13 "Mammoth", a truck the same size as a fire engine, with four defensive laser rifle turrets on the sides of the vehicle, and three turret slots on the top which for the mission was placed flamethrowers. The truck was reinforced with three different plating of armor temperature nullification, explosive absorption, and energy absorption. The Mammoth is also able to fit at least 150 people comfortably thought its possible to fit an additional 50 when comfort is disregarded.

The JTF did not prioritize covert status due to the blizzard providing the cover needed and reasoning for "government intervention". The mission was quickly deployed on January 7th, the following is a recording of halfway through the mission.

Begin Recording

JTF-01: Alright that's everyone! Get inside!

JTF-05: Shit! We got snow freaks incoming!

JTF-13: Eat this you fucking monster!

JTF-03: More are coming! Close the fucking hatch!

Scratching and clawing can be heard along with the mechanical noises of a door hatch closing and fire blasting.

JTF-11: Jesus Christ, that was close.

JTF-02: Ok so that makes 61 survivors so far, so where should we go next?

JTF-01: Nowhere! We're have more than enough! We're getting the fuck out of this place now!

JTF-04: Sir? We've only reached halfway through the town; our orders were to get to at least the Town Hall and evacuate the mayor and other town representatives.

JTF-01: Fuck the damn Town Hall, do you have any idea how many times we nearly died getting these civilians to safety?! This thing is fucking everywhere! We're leaving now!

JTF-06: Sorry man but the captain's right, every time we open that hatch more of those things end up being outside. I don't know how, but their multiplying. If we open the hatch again, they'll be an army on the other side.

JTF-01: You heard him, I'm not taking a chance like that. Hey! turn this thing around and get us out of here!

AFA-1 Driver: Acknowledged. Changing direction now.

The MFWF-13 "Mammoth" turned direction and drove for about 20 minutes down the road leading out of town. However, the AFA-1 suddenly stopped driving when sirens could be heard from every direction.

JTF-01: Why the hell did you stop?!

AFA-1: Several pedestrians are in front of the road to run them over would be a violation of Ethics Committee Protocol "Guardian Angel" which states-

JTF-01: For fuck's sake those aren't people! Their instances of the anomaly! Just run them over!

AFA-1: Biological scans indicate they have human DNA and therefore human and therefore are under protection of Protocol “Guardian Angel”.

JTF-01: Well, override the damn protocol!

AFA-1: Are you willing to use your Level 4 Clearance to override the Protocol "Guardian Angel"?

JTF-01: God damn it yes! Do it already!

AFA-1: Acknowledged. Continuing driving.

The SCP-AWS instances can be heard screaming despite them not moving. The Captain, JTF-01, later reported that some even threw themselves onto the front hull of the MFWF-13 "Mammoth" to try and stop it. The JTF units also reported that the impact from the SCP-AWS instances felt like they were being rammed by elephants. After the MFWF-13 "Mammoth" was recovered it did have minor dent damage indicating that it was hit with something of large size and massive weight despite. How SCP-AWS was able to make its snowman instances heavy enough to dent an MFWF-13 "Mammoth" is unknown.

JTF-04: Sir! There's a civilian trying to follow us outside.

JTF-01: If it's just one civilian then leave them, they're not worth it.

JTF-07: Hey wait Sir! That’s a Detla-14 unit with him! It’s a survivor from the first mission!

JTF-09: Someone like that could be useful sir.

JTF-01: damn it, alright fine!  Activate the flamethrower turrets and laser rifle turrets! We're getting those men in no matter what!

Screaming and yelling can be heard along with the sound of a mechanical sound of the hatch opening. Afterwards heavy laser fire and fire blasting can be heard along with anomalous roaring and screaming.

JTF-01: Fuck! Close it now!

Thousands of voices can be heard as the hatch closes and the sounds of fire blasting. Carl Denby enters the MFWF-13 "Mammoth" with D1 from the first mission who was badly injured due to his right leg being broken. 

JTF-12: Alright place him right there, I’ll take it from here.

Carl Denby: Thank you! I thought we were going to die out there! God bless you all, and I’m not even religious.. but I don't understand, how did the military know to come so quickly?

JTF-08: We uh, got a message from the University of Minesota. Anyways do you know anything about the [data expunged]? Or perhaps how it could be related to all of this happening?

Carl Denby: ... take this camera and these tape recordings. They contain everything you need to understand this thing.

JTF-01: Thank you, alright that should qualify for information, maybe then the higher ups will get off our back for not heading to Town Hall.

Carl Denby: Town Hall? I... I think their all gone... my client [data expunged] worked there as a camera operator. Last I saw her she was one of those things... They only turn into people they kill or want to kill.

JTF-01: So, there really is no one left. Alright then let's get out of here. Take us home!

AFA-1: Acknowledged.

The MFWF-13 "Mammoth" continues driving for about 40 minutes until it is announced they made it out of the town. civilians and JTF units can be heard chearing and crying out of joy. However, a loud bang sound can be heard outside the hull as the MFWF-13 "Mammoth" suddenly stops.

JTF-01: What the hell?! What just happened?!

AFA-1: ...

JTF-01: AFA-1 units respond! Tell me what the fuck just happened!

AFA-1: ... YOU WILL RETURN TO THE SNOW. YOU WILL BE LIKE US.

JTF-01: Shit!

Gunfire and screaming can be heard, due to the hull several bullets ricochet and hit civilians and JTF units. unfortunately, among the chaos power is lost inside the MFWF-13 "Mammoth".

Recording Ends

In the following few weeks, the blizzard died down and all the snow melted with the anomalous effects of SCP-AWS. When Foundation forces went into the town, they found the MFWF-13 "Mammoth" on the outskirts of the town. Foundation agents powered it back up it and opened it to see all of the civilians and JTF units alive but in poor health due to starvation and limited resources. The D1 from the first mission and three other civilians ended up being the only casualties. After confirming the absence of an anomalous threat, the town of [data expunged] was turned into a temporary medical emergency center to help the injured Civilians, JTF units, as well as other civilians from surrounding counties attacked by SCP-AWS. It was later discovered that SCP-AWS was somehow able to transmit its offspring onto the processor “brains” of the AFA-1′s allowing them to hack and control the AFA-1′s. Weather this was possible through SCP-AWS’s intelligence alone or through mutation has yet to be determined. 

Once their health was restored the civilians exposed to SCP-AWS were given Class B amnestics, all except Carl Denby. Carl Denby was asked to join the Foundation due to his contributions under the "Sole Survivor" protocol. At first, he refused not wanting to deal with other anomalous threats like SCP-AWS. However when he learned that the Foundation kept the biggest secrets of the world and he would have access to said secrets in exchange for his employment, he accepted immediately.

The destruction of [data expunged] was blamed on the heavy blizzard and the Foundation was actually the red cross sending aid to the injured families. The water puddles from the snow were found to contain small dying samples of SCP-AWS. They were quickly collected and sent to Site-AL for containment. After the civilians were all amnestied and transported to new towns, the area affected by SCP-AWS was sterilized by Lambda-12 to prevent SCP-AWS from running wild again.

Update: December 11th, 1983, a colony of SCP-AWS was found to have survived the sterilization of Lambda-12 forces. They are laying low but feeding on small towns that still utilize analog tv. Mobile Task Force Poseidon-1: By Analog Sword and Frozen Shield, is tasked with hunting, culling, and containing all free SCP-AWS instances. MTF Poseidon-1 is also responsible for analyzing samples of SCP-AWS to see if any mutations have taken place. Thankfully no new mutations have been reported as of late. However, complete eradication/ containment of free SCP-AWS samples have proven impossible thus, Object class has been changed from Euclid to Keter.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[rin-the-shadow]

I’m suddenly reminded of a particular storytelling trope which I don’t like and which I dislike slightly more everytime I think about it, with very few usages where I actually felt it even worked.

[orangeoctopi7]

Champions

I know I already posted something for the last week of @stanuary but that was sort of a place-holder for this. I’ve been sick on-and-off for the last month or so, so I wasn’t sure if I’d finish this in time. I did get time to work on it the other day while I was at work.

This is a crossover with Atop the Fourth Wall’s Contest of Champions, but you don’t need any prior knowledge of AT4W to understand what’s happening. I’m just borrowing a concept, really. (Although I do want to do a second chapter where Stan interacts with those characters)

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Stan was awoken in the middle of the night by one of Ford’s alarms going off. He groggily sat up as his brother jumped out of his own hammock and dashed to the controls, muttering curses under his breath the whole way.

“Wazzat?” Stan groaned.

“An extradimensional portal just opened up aboard the Stan'o'war! But my sensors aren’t picking up any foreign lifeforms. Whatever it was must also have access to time travel. It must have paused time, entered our dimension, done whatever it was trying to do, and then left before restoring the flow of time.”

“Y'sure your nerd gadgets aren’t just broken?” Stan asked, reaching sleepily for his glasses on the bedside cabinet. He felt around, but instead of the thin plastic frames, he felt a heavy sheet of parchment.

“Yes, I’m sure! Now keep a close eye out for anything out of place! Just because I don’t detect any lifeforms doesn’t mean they couldn’t have left a robot or a bug.”

“Uh, Ford? I think I found what they left.”

Stan finally put his glasses on and looked down at the parchment he’d found. It was the same size as a normal 8.5" by 11" printer paper, but the parchment felt much fancier, like something the Northwests would use for an invitation. Which was exactly what it was.

STANLEY PINES

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE 1049th INTERDIMENSIONAL

CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS

SPEAK ALOUD YOUR ACCEPTANCE AND DETAILS WILL FOLLOW

CONGRATULATIONS, CHAMPION.

“What the…?” Stan muttered, turning the page over to look for more info, but it was blank. “Ford, are you tryin’ to pull some sorta prank? If so, I don’t get your humor at all.”

Ford silently read the invitation over his brother’s shoulder, before snatching it away. “This has to be counterfeit. I know you destroyed Bill, but that’s not… that doesn’t make you… does it?”

“Seriously, Ford, what is this?” Stan asked impatiently.

Ford took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, before answering. “To put it in your terms, Stan, the Contest of Champions is like an interdimensional boxing tournament, only instead of just boxing, the Champions can choose any kind of contest they want.”

“Champions?”

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know, I bet this thing will do a much better job of explaining.” He held up the invitation like it was a phone and he was having a video-chat. “We’d like the Terms and Conditions, please.”

Nothing happened.

“Of course, I wasn’t invited.” Ford rolled his eyes and handed the paper back to Stan. “You have to ask it.”

Stan held the paper out like he’d seen Ford doing. “Uh… can you explain this whole thing to me?” He awkwardly addressed the invitation.

With nothing more than a bright flash of light, a figure in dark robes appeared. They looked like they might be human, but every part of them was covered, from their closed hood to their gloved hands.

“Sweet Moses!” Stan shouted in surprise, winding up to punch the intruder.

“Relax, it’s just a hologram recording.” Ford reassured him with a gentle hand on the shoulder.

“The interdimensional Contest of Champions is a tournament.” The hologram began, “Within every parallel reality, there are figures best suited to defend those realities. These individuals are referred to as Champions. The hosts for this contest, the Temlins, have elected to hold a tournament to judge their respective skills against one another. Participants are randomly selected across all realities and invitations are sent. You are under no obligation to join this great tournament, but should you enter, you will be granted the opportunity to test your abilities against other powerful individuals and make an attempt at a great prize. All battles are non-lethal and participation is voluntary. Should you remain victorious through all of your battles, you will be awarded this great prize. Defeat brings only as much dishonor as you allow yourself. If you have any further questions, you may ask now.”

“Wow, that’s quite the schpiel you got there.” Stan grunted. He turned to his brother. “So, let me get this straight. I can’t die, and I get to fight a buncha space dorks for some fancy prize? Sounds like a good time to me!”

“It’s a lot more complex than that.”

“What, you been in one of these things?”

“No, but I watched the coverage of one during my interdimensional travels. I should warn you, they take forever. Since it covers multiple dimensions and timelines, it can be really stretched out. I saw the beginning of the 1018th tournament while I was in the Bubble Dimension, by the time it finally finished, I was in the Flying Whale Dimension, six years later.”

“Well, do I haffta wait on their planet, or somethin’ or can I just go about life as normal?”

Ford shrugged.

“Between rounds, Champions are allowed to prepare as they see fit.” The hologram answered. “The Temlins are aware of the great temporal differences between participating dimensions. Champions are encouraged to continue their normal lives if at all possible while waiting for the next round.”

“Ok. And how do these battles work?”

“From what I remember, one of the contestants gets to choose the contest.”

“For each round, one of the two Champions is selected at random. They must set a battle that is fair to both parties, with a reasonable chance that either could win. The conditions of the battle must be agreed upon by both parties, and approved by the Temlins.”

“So, I just gotta bribe the right people, and make sure I get to pick the challenge. Dirty boxing, or, I dunno, a The Dutchess Approves trivia quiz.”

“Stanley, I’d advise against mentioning bribery in front of the recording device.” Ford scolded him. “And besides, the Temlins are all-powerful beings. I very much doubt you have anything that would interest them.”

“Well, what’ve I got to lose, right? I’ll give it a shot.”

“Stanley, wait, let’s think about this first! I don’t trust the Temlins. That much power, and they use it to host a tournament!? Why couldn’t they have done something about Bill, why couldn’t they use that power to stop injustice across the multiverse?”

Stan gasped in mock surprise. “What!? You don’t trust somebody? That’s never happened before! Whatever will I do with this new, vital information?”

“Stanley, I’m serious!”

“C'mon Ford, the man says it’s voluntary. If things get sketchy, I’ll quit! ‘Snot like I expect to win this thing. Think of it this way, I get to fight crazy space guys. You get to study whatever crazy space guys they send our way, and maybe if I get really lucky, I win some fancy sci-fi prize.”

Ford sighed. “I’ll admit, that does sound tempting.”

“Great, cuz I’m doin’ it!” Stan turned back to the hologram. “I, uh, speak aloud my acceptance, or however this works.”

“Welcome, Stanley Pines, to the Contest of Champions.”

“Great. So now what?”

“Preliminary round begins now.”

“Wait, what?”

“Your opponent is Ace Corgi, Attorney at Paw. Battlefield has been selected as Stanley Pines’”

“Ford, you said these things take forever!”

“Well I never saw anything about a preliminary round on the broadcast!”

Another brilliant flash filled the cabin. The hologram had disappeared, and in its place was a stout dog with pointy ears and a steel-gray coat. It looked just as surprised as they were. Ford’s alarms started again.

“Oh, are we starting now?” It asked in a deep voice that belied its small size.

“Aw, lookit the cute talking dog!” Stan cooed.

“That must be the Champion from the Corgi Dimension!”

“There’s a Corgi Dimension!?”

“Yes, but last I heard, the Champion of the Corgi Dimension was Atticus.”

“Oh, He retired just last year.” The small dog explained. “Now, which one of you humans is my opponent?”

Stan raised his hand.

“Thank you. Now have at thee!”

The dog lunged without warning, going straight for Stan’s knees.

“What the H!?” Stan shouted as he nearly toppled to the ground. His first instinct was to dropkick the animal, but he knew Mabel would never forgive him for doing such a thing to a cute dog, even if it was in self defense. Luckily, he knew a thing or two about dealing with rowdy dogs from his time pug trafficking. He grabbed it by the scruff of the neck, doing his best to avoid the snapping jaws, and forced the dog onto its back.

“A little help here?” He yelled to Ford as he struggled to keep the wiggling dog still.

The old scientist held his hands up. “I’m not allowed to interfere.”

The dog took advantage of Stan’s split attention and squirmed out of his grasp.

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” Stan shouted as the corgi chased him up onto the deck.

“I’m not being a jerk, it’s the rules!” Ford called after him.

Stan at least had the presence of mind to grab his boots and his coat as he dashed for the stairs. Luckily, the steps slowed his stubby-legged pursuer down, and he was able to actually put them on.

“You cur! Your giant ledges won’t be enough to stop me!" 

"What the heck, I thought we had to both agree on the battle first!?”

“That’s what I thought too, but it seems the Temlins get to decide the battle for the preliminary round. I suppose it saves time.” The dog replied as it hopped up the last step.

What the heck am I supposed to do!? Stan wondered to himself. I’m not gonna punch a little dog!

He ran around the deck a couple of times, trying to tire the little guy out, but the dog had boundless energy, and it’s fur coat was obviously better at keeping the cold out than Stan’s cotton one. Finally, his eyes caught sight of the net he and Ford used to catch specimens for his brother’s research. Perfect!

Out-maneuvering a herding dog was a challenge, but in the end he managed. After all, corgis were bred to herd large groups of sheep, not one cunning old man. Once Stan grabbed the net, he tossed it over his opponent, tangling up its little legs almost instantly. The dog continued to squirm, attempting to wiggle its way out once again. When this proved futile, it started to gnaw on the cables of the net.

“Yeah, good luck, Bucko.” Stan chuckled. “That net’s meant for things way bigger and more magical than you.”

“Preliminary round has ended. The victor is Stanley Pines.” The hologram appeared again in a flash of light. “You are both Champions worthy of being in this great tournament. Now you must await your summoning for the first true round. Information and dossiers about the other participants will be made available to you soon, relative to your own universe’s timescale. Welcome, once again, to the Contest of Champions.”

With that, the hologram disappeared again.

“Good show, human!” The dog barked happily. “Will you please let me out now?”

“Oh, right.” Stan pulled the net away. “Not that it’s any of my business, but if I can beat you, ya might not last many rounds in this tournament.”

“Oh, this dog still has a few tricks. I don’t want to show all my best moves before we’ve even begun!”

“Good point. Hey, before ya go, would it be too much to ask for a picture? My niece would really love you.”

“But of course!”

“Hey Ford, get up here!” Stan called down the stairs to the cabin.

“I told you, I can’t help during the match!”

“It’s already over, genius! We’re takin’ a commemorative photo! Bring up the camera!”

[ladyautie]

get to know me more!

@funyasm​ tagged me and I’m bored after writing my chapter, so here it is!

✨ what do you prefer to be called name wise?

My name’s Sophie. My friends call me Spencou or Spence. We met on a Role-Playing game forum where I played a character named Spencer. We’re used to call each other by our characters’ names and nicknames, most of the time. My brother calls me Sis’.

✨ when is your birthday?

15th november 1993.

✨ where do you live?

Paris, France.

✨ three things you are doing right now?

I’m watching an episode of AT4W on youtube, scrolling on Tumblr and I’m drinking a coffee.

✨ four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

Definitely It and especially Eddie Kaspbrak and the ship Reddie. I’m kinda obsessed right now, writing fanfic, reading fanfic, daydreaming about it and all.

I just played the Last of Us 2 and I’m currently watching a let’s play from my favorite youtubers, Mari and Stacy from Geek Remix. I’ll probably read a few fics as well.

The tv show Barry (HBO) is a definite special interest for me. I’m probably going to watch it all once again real soon and I’m planning on writing a fanfic or two in the future. I’m dying for the third season to come.

Finally, I’m probably going to be super into The Umbrella Academy once again, when the second season will be released. I’m just really into Vanya, Klaus and Allison and I can’t wait to see more of them.

✨ how is the pandemic treating you?

None of the people I know have been contaminated, so I’m lucky about that. I’m not quarantined anymore, back to work, and the transition is not easy. 

I feel like I’m more openly autistic than I used to be and that I can’t stand the rest of the world for a long period of time. I’ve experienced multiple meltdowns and shutdowns and I have real difficulties to socialize with most people or to focus on my work.

I feel incredibly naked and vulnerable whenever I’m leaving my flat without my mask on, so I think that’s definitely something I’m gonna have to work on in the future.

Leaving Paris and meeting my folks for my mother’s wedding, I found myself surrounded by people who mostly didn’t care about the virus, kissing each other on the cheek in true french fashion to say hello, hugging, not wearing a mask, not respecting any kind of social distance. 

I was quickly overwhelmed by all of that, plus the noise, and I had to isolate myself in my parents’ car, sobbing hysterically and willing to suffer in a overheated car if it meant having a bit of peace.

There are definitely going to be long-term consequences. I can only hope that my physical health will remain okay, though.

✨ song you can’t stop listening right now?

Keep On by Sasha Sloan. I just really love the lyrics and the message.

✨ recommend a movie.

Whenever I have to think of a movie to recommend, Frank by Lenny Abrahamson is the first one that comes to my mind. This movie is an obsession for me since the first time I watched it and I often find myself watching it again and again. Despite its heavy subjects, it’s definitely a comfort movie for me.

Too often, movies featuring mentally ill characters will aim for the characters to “get better”, which doesn’t mean for them to find healthy ways to cope with their issues, but usually for them to look more “neurotypical-like”, if you know what I mean. Frank  doesn’t go that way at all. On the contrary, it pushes the viewer to empathize with the main characters and to understand their point of view, their way of being.

It’s so incredibly comforting to watch a movie featuring mental illness realistic and not romanticized and to have the movie say “you’re different and you have issues, but you’ll find your tribe someday and be able to find your own happiness, even if it’s unconventional by society’s standards”.

I don’t know, I just have so much feelings about this movie. Plus the music slaps, the humor is hilarious (kudos to the random French guy who can perfectly understand English but refuses to utter a single word if it’s not in French) and the actors are truly on point (I can only salute Domnhall Gleeson, among everyone else who is also worthy of praise, because he definitely managed to make me hate his character in a way I almost never hated a character before).

Watch it!

✨ how old are you?

I’m 26 years old.

✨ school, university, occupation, other?

I used to be a librarian, but I couldn’t find a stable job in this field, so I passed an entrance examination and I’m now working in the tax administration. Yeah, not really glamorous, but it pays the bills and I’m accommodated for my disability, so it helps. 

✨ do you prefer hot or cold?

Definitely cold. When I was a kid, I used to swim in mountain lakes, at temperatures close to 13° celsius, and I still take my showers mostly cold. I can’t stand heat, I get headaches very easily when it’s sunny and I’m getting confused easily whenever it’s too hot. I recently had a nosebleed at work so intense that I found myself spitting blood (it went better once I got a fan, making the temperature bearable).

✨ name one fact others may not know about you.

I used to be allergic to my own sweat when I was around 18, until my early twenties. Whenever I was doing a mild physical effort or getting stressed out, I would get hives and itchy skin rash all over my whole freaking body, which was so exhausting that I would fall asleep immediately as soon as the rash was gone. 

It disappeared as suddenly as it appeared, without me ever doing something about it. I still don’t know why I experienced that and if I’m going to experience that ever again. I hope not.

✨ are you shy?

My autism makes social interactions complicated, but I’d say I’m mostly impaired by my social anxiety and the various traumas I’m dealing with daily.

Traumas I got after having been bullied pretty badly by kids and teachers during my school years, my stepfather being borderline abusive and different traumatic experiences, including my childhood crush dying from a ski accident when I was 15 or so (and me never being able to tell him that I loved him) and people betraying me so many times that I can’t even recall every little thing.

As a result, I find myself doubting constantly that I’m worthy of love, affection and respect and I often wonder when I’ll do or say the “wrong” thing that will cause me to lose everyone I care about. I also have a hard time knowing who I am and, as a result, allowing everyone to know who I am as well. 

I often don’t know what to say and will find myself keeping my mouth shut, even on topics I’m knowledgeable about, because I’m scared of people shutting me down, among other things. My friends make it easier for me to talk about things I like and all, but I’m still heavily doubting myself.

I try to challenge myself regularly. I’ll force myself to take part in events that are taxing or that are forcing me to perform in front of people. That’s how I found myself taking part in the casting part of the french equivalent of “American Idol” (I merely met the pre-judges, but I did manage to sing my whole song in front of them). I needed to prove to myself that I could do it.

✨ do you have any preferred pronouns?

I’m using she/her, but I don’t mind people using they/them to talk about me if they don’t want to be gender-specific.

✨ any pet peeves?

I hate how people can freely and openly be homophobic, racist, ableist, transphobic, sexist and so on, but as soon as I open my mouth to let them know that what they said/did wasn’t appropriate, I’m labelled as one of those “hysterical feminists” or a “party pooper”. s/ Sorry if your antisemitic joke isn’t making me laugh, my “dear” colleague... /s I hate whenever people infantilize me, especially my mom. She’s still keeping an eye on my bank account, despite me telling her that I didn’t want her to do so again and again. I don’t dare to block her out, because I’m scared of her emotional reaction.  I hate the ugliest parts of fandom, notably the obsession with “who’s topping / who’s bottoming” whenever there’s a gay pairing or the racism / ableism / transphobia / homophobia I’ve witnessed again and again.

I don’t dare to engage in the Last of Us 2 fandom because of that and the way some people describe the character of Abby (a very muscular woman), focusing on her physical appearance and calling her awful names (being downright transphobic when they thought that she was the transgender character that Naughty Dog announced there would be in their game). 

✨ what’s your favorite “dere” type?

I had to google it, because aside from Yandere and Tsundere, I didn’t know a thing about it. I guess you could say I’m a Dandere (someone who is quiet and asocial. They are afraid to talk, fearing that what they say will get them in trouble.). 

My favorite type is Kuudere though, when it comes to anime in particular (someone who is calm and collected on the outside, and never panics. They show little emotion, and in extreme cases are completely emotionless, but may be hiding their true emotions. They tend to be leaders who are always in charge of a situation.). 

My favorite anime character, Kiyotaka Ayanokōji from the anime Classroom of the elite, is the most extreme case I can think about. He’s completely expressionless for most of the anime, talks with a very dull voice and it’s impossible to know what he’s thinking about at all times or what’s his overall plan. His hidden depth makes him all the more fascinating. He managed to keep me interested in a mostly meh anime.

✨ rate your life 1-10. 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be.

It’s a bit hard, but somewhere around 5 or 6? I went through tons of crap in my life but I’m still here and able to live on my own, even if my quality of life isn’t all that good. I live with nearly daily suicidal thoughts since I was a teenager and have to compose with my meltdowns and anxiety attacks as well. I feel “other” most of the time and I can’t relate to most people I’m meeting and interacting with, which can sometimes feel very lonely.

On the other hand, I have wonderful friends who are willing to put up with my trauma crap and are overall amazing to talk to and be around. I have a cat I love dearly. They’re the reason why I’m still alive to this day, giving me a reason to say fuck off to my suicidal thoughts. 

✨ what’s your main blog?

My main blog is Ladyautie and is about autism. I have another blog, reddie-4-more, focusing on the It movies and Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier.

✨ is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

So, uh, don’t be weirded out by the kind of things I can tell you about my past. Even if it seems a lot, all of it is definitely true. 

For example, I was almost kidnapped when I was around 8 or 9 by a random guy, while I was camping with my father. 

My father and my paternal grandmother actually kidnapped me and my brother when I was around two and I stayed with him until the social workers determined that my mother had to raise us again because our well-being and overall life were threatened. 

Lots of events of my life seem far-fetched or out of a movie / a book or something and I had people telling me that I must be lying or that I’m over-exaggerating, something that always hurts deeply.

I’m terribly awkward and more or less openly autistic, so you’re definitely going to notice something different about me. I can’t change for you and I’m not willing to hide my traits only to make you feel more comfortable about frequenting me, so if you can’t handle my socially anxious and disabled ass, then just leave.

I need people to actually tell me what they think or feel. I’m very “first degree” and I’m pretty bad at guessing what people are thinking about. Don’t be afraid to be frank.

Finally, never, and I mean never, infantilize me. I’m a 26 years old woman. I’m not a kid.I’m fine with my friends offering to help or making sure that I’m okay or so, but never assume that I don’t understand something and don’t force your help on me if I say that I’m okay.

That’s it, those who want to take part in this exercise, don’t hesitate!

[not-mary-sue]

Rewatching at4w story segments as an adult is slightly odd because I can't help but think of questions I didn't have while watching as a teenager. For example, where are 90 kids parents? I know his age is kind of unknown but he's definitely a teenager at the start of the show. The fan wiki said between 12 and 16. And he doesn't live with Linkara, just crashes at his place pretty often. So is nobody concerned about this kid fighting robots and dealing with some seriously life threatening situations? Somebody check in on this child.

[writerofweird]

Eliza Gets Real (At4W kinda-creepypasta)

(Slight spoilers for At4W’s recent holiday arc)

So my fifth birthday was the best one yet, not that that's saying much. A promise of a jacket, a cupcake with a candle in it and the defeat of a malevolent spirit was certainly better than lying on your foam belly for hours on end, pondering on life and being.

I rarely ever got birthday or Christmas presents, and I've wondered if that was because I was a Christmas present. I always have been. Though I had a birthday, I wasn't really born, I never hatched from an egg, I was constructed and then later given sentience so I could be a Christmas gift. Yes, you read that right.

I'm only five years old, but I know far too much. I can fix robots, I know about the great taste of coffee, and I suppose I knew I was a weird creature from the get-go. Sometimes I would entertain the notion that there were others like me out there, other living foam lizards, but I knew I was just supposed to be a representation of something, not the actual thing itself. I had no tongue to stick out, I couldn't open my mouth to eat bugs, I wasn't cold-blooded because I had no blood.

I had thought so long about that, especially after that certain incident. I suppose that's why I was so hurt about those words; they reminded me that I was supposed to be fake. I was supposed to be a thing.

And that's why this one present initially felt to me like an insult.

The night after the incident with the ghost, I retired to bed - a little shoebox on a table next to a coffee cup - only to feel a burst of energy when I saw a wrapped present there with a label reading "Happy Birthday Eliza". I tore open the wrapping paper as quickly as my stubby foam limbs could, and was greeted by a copy of The Velveteen Rabbit.

I had heard about that story. A toy with sentience, just like me, only the story ends with him becoming an organic creature. Though I had come to the conclusion that life around here would still be weird if I were alive, there were times I had wondered what it would be like if I were a real lizard, or even a human being. I wondered if anyone else knew.

There was a note on the cover: "You're real to us" which softened the sting. I understood what everyone was trying to do, at least I thought I did. They were trying to tell me that I was "real" in the sense I was part of their family, and this book was supposed to be a metaphor about my life. With that in mind, I opened the book and read.

I must admit a, what do you call it, "big mood" when I read the first pages. The Velveteen Rabbit was a Christmas gift, and was frequently ignored. Who does that sound like? I read on, about the rabbit becoming beloved, meeting the creatures he was an imitation of and just when I was reaching the end...

I came face to face with the Rabbit.

I turned a page and suddenly, one page was not made of paper, but flesh. A sheet of skin, with half a furless rabbit trying to escape out of it. A naked rabbit with eyes seemingly popping out of its sockets, two yellow buck teeth that reminded me of fenceposts, and thin arms with thin claws that shook around when it was revealed.

Before I could run away, it grabbed me and held me tightly. As much as I struggled against its grasp, it was no use, and all that came from my struggling was my sunglasses falling off.

The rabbit stuffed me into its mouth.

As much as I wanted to escape, I was completely paralysed as acid seemed to fill my body, my every limb stinging harshly. It felt like worms had entered my body and were stretching and inflating. The stick that came out of my back, my spine, shrunk and grew at the same time. I could feel it shrivelling away, yet I also felt it dominating my whole body. My head felt like it was being torn in two, in fact, my whole body felt like it was being torn apart and put back together again.

The rabbit spat me out, right next to my sunglasses.

I reached to pick them up with my claws, then I noticed I had claws.

Where there were once little stubs of foam were what resembled miniature human hands, covered in purple scales that glistened in the light, claws at the ends of each finger. Looking down, I saw I was standing on my hind legs, those hind legs were also covered in scales and my feet had toes and claws.

I placed my hand on my chest. I heard thumping.

Immediately, I looked for the closest reflective surface I could find, and found it in the mug which I had guzzled coffee out of. When I looked at the mug, a real lizard stared back at me.

I laughed, and I swore a tear rolled down my scaly cheek as I looked at my hands again. All those years of wondering what I was, all those years of attempting to comprehend my existence, I had found the solution. Despite what I had told the Ninja Style Dancer, I felt closer to the world than ever before. As I looked in the mirror mug, I smiled, I frowned, I stuck out my newly-formed tongue - I can't even describe how the air tasted - I even picked my nose.

It was truly my birthday. Eliza the Foam Lizard was dead and Eliza the Real Lizard was born in her place.

Any attempt on my brain's part to rationalise this was drowned out with "I'M REAL I'M REAL I'M REAL" and so I said to no-one in particular, 'Let's take this out for a test drive.' I still could talk, and at the time, that seemed the strangest thing about my new form. I didn't dwell on it, however, as I was too focused on drinking the leftover coffee in the cup I saw my reflection in. The coffee would be cold, but I had to experience taste now that I had a tongue.

I placed my claws on the edge of the cup and dipped my head in as far as I could, licking up the cooled coffee. As I tried to sit down, I accidentally made the cup fall over, spilling coffee all over me. As I lay on the table, I looked at how the coffee brought out my new scales and then laughed, even flapping my limbs to make a "coffee angel".

Still feeling like I needed to test my taste, I hopped off the table, and went to hunt like the animal I had become. Not for living prey, but for my birthday cupcake which had gone uneaten. I crept around the floor, looking around every corner, sticking out my tongue as I did so. When I saw my prize, I crawled up onto the tabletop before ripping off the clingfilm with my claws. From the cupcake, I grabbed a massive lump of it and stuffed it into my mouth, chewing slowly, relishing the flavour. It seemed to cleanse my very insides.

After I swallowed, I lay eyes on a nearby knife. I looked at it, then back at my tail and thought, 'What the heck?' I kicked the knife down onto the floor before jumping off and grabbing the knife. 'Guys, guys!' I cried, 'Cut off my tail! See if it grows back!'

Someone did respond to my calls.

A big colourless rooster.

Even in a setting known for a number of surreal occurrences, the appearance of the rooster with his hypnotic head-bobbing as he walked seemed to have come from a dream. Even then, I knew who he was.

'Pollo?'

'Eliza,' he said, in a less tinny version of his regular voice, 'I've been looking for you. Oh good, you came armed.'

'So...'

'I don't like this, Eliza. This thing that converted me and you to these organic forms must be stopped.'

'Why?'

'As you can see, it didn't stop with just you. What it did can be undone with its death...'

'But why?' I repeated, 'Why would you want to undo this?' I gestured towards my new form, tears again welling up in my eyes. 'I've never been so happy...I...I feel more like I belong!'

'Do they?' Pollo pointed with his wing towards a number of comic books, or at least what used to be comic books.

They all resembled that certain page in The Velveteen Rabbit; blocks of flesh with heads and bodies attempting to escape. The heads and bodies of superheroes, fused with their costumes. I saw several Batman heads with empty eyes and pointed ears. Tattooed heads with no face other than two large eyes, Spider-men brought to life. Several comic books made of flesh, controlled by pseudo-superheroes, crawling on the floor through whatever limbs they had poking through the page.

All of them screaming and moaning.

All of them approaching us.

'We at least had the luxury of sentience before our conversion, Eliza,' explained Pollo, 'these things only have the vaguest idea of what they're supposed to be. What they do know, however, is pain, because that's what their existence is.'

It was then it hit me. What that creature from that book did. Imagining the transformation those comic books went through, and remembering that I was foam turned into flesh and blood and bone and scales and muscles and organs, made me release my coffee and birthday cupcake onto the floor.

All of the hero-heads clenched their teeth in anger, attempting to grab onto me. I shuddered, holding the knife towards them right before my tail actually fell off my body. That was when I decided to run, letting the living comic books focus on what I had shed. Without my tail though, I felt a lack of balance and stumbled to-and-fro, crashing straight into a wall. 'No...'

'Eliza,' said Pollo, running up to me as he flapped his wings, 'find the book creature and kill it.'

'I can't...'

Pollo sighed. 'Ironic that it's after you become a "real girl" I have to be your Jiminy Cricket. Those comic books are in extreme pain; returning them to their former state would be a mercy.'

I couldn't help but tremble, biting my lip. What seemed like a release after years of doubt and uncertainly now felt like it would turn my new stomach inside out. My hold on the knife tightened.

There was so much to do though. So much that had been kept from me in my foam state. After what I had seen, I still wanted to feel the sun against my back, to feel water around my ankles, to taste more food and guzzle down more drink.

'The more the creature converts, the more powerful it becomes. When it becomes more powerful...well, if it can turn inorganic things into organic animals, what do you think it does to born organic beings?'

That's what got me back on my feet, attempting to navigate the halls despite the loss of balance I felt, which led to a lot of notches in the walls. The plastic flies I saw on the ground only made me move faster.

I saw the Rabbit, looking for human victims.

'Hey!' I cried, and it turned towards me, showing off its blank eyes and yellowed teeth and bent whiskers. 'How's this for a magic fairy kiss?' I cried as I plunged the knife into its skull.

It let loose a scream that stung my eardrums, and that was the last thing I felt as a real lizard.

In the apparent blink of an eye, Pollo was once again a robot, the comic books were again comic books, I heard a fly buzz away and I...easy come, easy go. At least my tail was restored in the transformation.

'It was nice while it lasted,' I said to Pollo as I hopped towards him, 'thanks for the help.'

Pollo then explained how he knew killing the rabbit would restore us, and that was that he learned it from he who had gave me that book. The creepy guy in the top hat, who apparently gifted me that book because he thought I'd be happier organic. I suppose I had to appreciate that at least.

That said, I'm certain if given another chance to be real, I would refuse point blank. I may not have a stomach anymore, but remembering this incident still makes me feel like vomiting.

[nuttersincorporated]

What's also great about the twists in AT4W is that you could figure out the identity of the threat (and most usually do), but it's very rare to figure out how that threat will be dealt with. So the "clone" is Mechakara. Now what? How are they going to deal with him? He's human now so does that create a moral gray area? Does he feel things like fear and empathy now? It's tough to tell now because he's furious at what happened, but we've got a couple more installments to go, and i am very excited!

I mean, if he stopped trying tomurder everyone then they wouldn’t have to kill him and could try to findanother solution. However, if he is killed, it wouldn’t be the first time ahuman villain was killed. Whately was human after all and Lord Vyce wasprobably human before he became a being of living data.

Maybe being human will change Mechakara’sviews on humanity because he’s now the thing he always despised. However, he’sstill himself no matter if he’s in a robotic body or a human one so unless hemakes a big change, I’m not sure if it will make much of a difference. I don’tthink being a human makes he more deserving of life or death than when he was arobot. Besides, most of the AIs on AT4W have shown more humanity than peoplelike Whately and Vyce.

I’m worried about Erin. Hopefullyshe won’t be hurt. Mechakara did seem to like her more than anyone else so hopefullyshe’ll be okay.

[twincityhacker]

I've been trying to pin down why I like AT4W so much, and tonights episode "Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth Comic Adaptation" pretty much encapsulates it.

Most of the why is spoilery because it's plotline, but I can talk about some of the review segment. Which is, you know, funny, but also really phiospically satisfying? Adaptions and remakes can be good, can even be *better* than the orignal work. Not only can it work to tell the story in the style of the medium, but also highlight what the adaptors thought was important in the orginal work. It's a commentary of hindsight, but also mixes in the current atmospheres feelings and anxities.

It's never really just a story. It lives in the ones who hear it.

Also? Even with the year we've been having, and the end of a week where I had to clarify which terrorist attack I was talking about - hearing a story echo back to me that people are good, and kind, and decent means a lot.

And Blue Laterns are my favorite too. = )

[atopfourthwall]

I've noticed with Longbox that after Gyo, it seems you've stuck mostly with Junji Ito's short story collections. Do you ever intend to cover more long form stories like Black Paradox, Dissolving Classroom, Sensor, and Liminal Zone, or are you saving those until you've done all the collections? Also, would you consider doing an Ashock the Fourth Wall seriesl for Tomie like you did with Remina?

Unfortunately, I'm not doing ANY Junji Ito in the future. In case you missed it, the three Uzumaki Longbox videos AND the AT4W live shows featuring them got taken down and I got two copyright strikes from them. Not ContentID claims - copyright strikes, as in the things that can get my channel deleted. Sooo yeah, I can't risk covering Junji Ito material again in the future.

[quixoticrobotic]

i love joanna at4w i love how she plays with the "i am going to save my doomed lover no matter the cost" trope i love that the WIFE plays the archetypal roll of "the ever searching, kind of unhinged, hero who refuses to let go." who will go across universes, until the end of time, never resting until they find their beloved or die trying.

and like. shes not framed as being in the wrong she EARNED her victory, theres no punishment for her for going as far as she did. nothing about hubris or mankind vs fate or anything like no she fought like hell she gets to go home with her prettyboy space western husband.

thats never how these stories start and thats never how they end. but like. is having fought a war not punishment enough? did the multiverse not put our dear lovers through enough trials? they've learned lessons already they will face the consequences of what theyve been through for the rest of their lives, let them go back side by side, hand in hand

LIKE I GENUINELY LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! I LOVE JOANNA SO MUCH LOOK AT HER

SHE DESERVES EVERYTHING!

[acfan120]

Week 2, Day 2 of Artober is one of my favorite online shows, Atop the Fourth Wall.

As a kid, I used to kinda want to get into comics, but between not knowing where to start, the only hero I did like, Dark Hawk, not being known by anyone, and with a lack of comic stores around where I live, I couldn’t really get into them easily. But when I started watching AT4W, it sparked that interest in comics that I always had. You should definitely give it a watch.

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