Hi! I'm Anda and welcome to my SCP Sandbox page. Currently all I have going on here is the Blank Flag SCP (and now the Seasons SCP! Yay!), but feel free to send me a PM with any comments and criticisms! They're always appreciated! :)
Blank Flag SCP
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept neatly folded in a standard containment locker at Sector-25 and can be removed for the purposes of experimentation. The item may be removed by anyone with proper clearance (Level 2 and up) and should be returned to its locker after examination.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a moderately sized (4 meters wide, 3 meters long) piece of silk, estimated to be around fifty years old. The flag was recovered from a bar in after reports of continuous fighting made their way through the police system almost nightly. The flag will always appear as the national flag of the viewer's home country. In the event that a person is unaware of their place of origin, the flag will remain a blank white banner. The memetic abilities of the item become apparent when two or more people of differing nationalities are in the presence of the flag.
Those who view the flag (in the aforementioned scenario) become obsessively patriotic after five minutes of exposure, loudly proclaiming the superiority of their own home nation. After five minutes, affected individuals become aggressive towards their surroundings, viewing objects and persons that appear 'foreign' as inferior. This inevitably leads to conflict, as all affected individuals will begin to argue vehemently regarding their own country. Fifteen minutes after initial exposure, racial and cultural slurs begin to emerge, even if the individuals were unaware of such a vocabulary. Affected persons will show marked tendencies towards violence and anger, increasing proportionally with length of exposure.
Camera and video technology display the object as a plain silk flag, with no distinguishing markings or colors. The object appears to not display its effects when folded or positioned in such a way that it does not resemble a flag.
Addendum: Individuals from Nepal claim to see nothing there at all.
The Four Seasons SCP
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in its original paper sleeve and kept in a standard containment locker when not being used. SCP-XXXX is not to be played unless as needed for testing; testing must occur in a containment cell free of vegetation, unless supervised by Level 3 personnel.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a set of gramophone recordings of Vivaldi's Four Seasons as performed by the ██████ Symphony Orchestra in 19██ . A set of 4 standard 12-inch vinyl disks that runs at 33⅓ rpm, the collection bears a label reading "Vivaldi's Four Seasons! Now Better Than Ever!" The objects were recovered from [DATA REDACTED], a local music store, after complaints from the neighbouring open-air farmer's market drew police attention. A Foundation agent successfully purchased the items from the store owner. Class B amnesiacs were administered to all civilians involved.
The records show no anomalous effect unless played in the vicinity of any sort of plant life. Any vegetation exposed to the music will gradually assume a condition appropriate to the 'season' of the music, with unique characteristics that relate to the piece being played. Recordings and reproductions of the disc show no anomalous effects.
Season Title |
Effect |
"Spring" (XXXX-1) |
On the first playing, plants exposed to this disk experience rapid growth and production of reproductive parts. Exposed angiosperms flower profusely, releasing large quantities of pollen; gymnosperms produce large numbers of cones; and non-seed plants produce large quantities of spores. Repeated playings of this recording result in respectively greater flowering. All reproductive material released this way is sterile, and exposed plants will not set fruit or seed. Any flowers produced are unusually showy and more brightly-colored than is normal for the species. The necessary nutrients and water for this accelerated growth are drawn as normal, albeit abnormally quickly, from the plant's substrate. |
"Summer" (XXXX-2) |
On the first playing, seed plants exposed to this recording bear fruit or cones, regardless of age or the presence or absence of fertilized flowers. Plants normally cultivated for food produce large quantities of their most edible parts. Repeated playings result in respectively larger fruits, higher yields, and generally greater acceleration of production. Fruits and vegetables created by this method are sterile but, according to D-class, delicious. |
"Autumn" (XXXX-3) |
On the first playing, exposed plants begin to wilt and show marked decreases in photosynthetic rate. Deciduous leaves undergo rapid autumn senescence. Repeated playings may cause the entire plant to undergo |
"Winter" (XXXX-4) |
Plants exposed to this recording lose all deciduous foliage and enter winter dormancy. Nutrient uptake in this state is extremely slow, even relative to ordinary dormancy. Repeated playings result in the death of the plant from malnutrition. |
Addendum XXXX-01:
I can't do this anymore. Everywhere I look, all I see are the flowers, stretching on to infinity. Forever and ever. You know, I never wanted it to be this way. All I wanted was a bouquet of roses for him. The vendor said that 'he'll love this with all his heart.' I knew I shouldn't have trusted him; something about him just screamed sketchy. A single sniff of those roses, those carnations, and that pollen, that heady heady fluff got in my nose…
Wondertainment Noisemaker
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX and its box should be kept in a standard containment locker at least 5 meters from any other auditory item. SCP-XXXX may be removed from its container for testing with staff of Level 2 clearance, although Level 3 supervision is recommended for SCP-XXXX-5 through SCP-XXXX-7. Mobile Task Force Pi-17 ("Party Crashers"), who are trained in riot dispersal and mob psychology, are to be assigned to tracing down instances of SCP-XXXX in any form and retrieving them. As of 1█/██/20██, application of SCP-XXXX-7 requires O5-██ approval.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a cardboard box filled with various coloured party noisemakers, designated SCP-XXXX-1 through XXXX-7, and labelled as "Dr. Wondertainment's Noisy Noisemakers!" As of 0█/██/20██, there are fourteen (14) instances remaining of SCP-XXXX-1, five (5) of SCP-XXXX-2, thirteen (13) of SCP-XXXX-3, fourteen (14) of SCP-XXXX-4, one (1) of SCP-XXXX-5, twelve (12) of SCP-XXXX-6, and six (6) of SCP-XXXX-7. Each noisemaker has a unique anomalous effect that occurs when used, usage being defined as placing the object to the mouth of any humanoid and blown into, with the result that it inflates and produces a horn-like noise.
Colour and Label |
Effect |
"Red: The Fun Never Ends!" (XXXX-1) |
When used, the subject blowing the noisemaker will experience a brief moment of confusion, followed by forgetting the past 5-7 seconds of time. This usually results in the subject, still holding the noisemaker, proceeding to once more use the noisemaker. The loop can be broken by removing the noisemaker from the affected individual's person. |
"Orange: You're A Star!" (XXXX-2) |
When used, the subject will immediately climb onto the nearest elevated flat surface, most often a table, and claim to be a professional model, striking a pose similar to centerfold models. Subject will retain this delusion until they see themselves through any sort of reflection or image. It is recommended that a mirror is kept on hand during experimentation to break the compulsion. |
"Yellow: Karaoke Fun!!" (XXXX-3) |
When heard, the sound of the noisemaker will cause affected individuals to sing whatever song they feel is appropriate. However, the original individual who blew into the noisemaker will not remove the object from their mouth, resulting in a continued zone of people who cannot cease to sing. The effect ends when the initial user succumbs to exhaustion and the noisemaker falls from their mouth. |
"Green: Costumed Fun!" (XXXX-4) |
When used, individuals will attempt to their best power to dress up as characters from fiction, including novels, movies, and cartoons. However, due to the limited amount of resources, and the individual's constant dissatisfaction with their outfit, subjects will proceed to steal and rob nearby stores for costume pieces. After four hours of creation, affected subjects will gather at the location where the noisemaker was first blown and compare costumes. This effect can be ended prematurely by the destruction of the initial noisemaker. |
"Blue: Wreck It All!" (XXXX-5) |
When used, all individuals in earshot will experience destructive urges, breaking all objects that is within their physical power to destroy. For example, a child will knock a chair over, while an adult male may swing the chair at a nearby wall. The effect ends when the original noisemaker is destroyed, however, with the magnitude of destruction that accompanies this item, researchers should make note of where the object is prior to testing for efficient disposal. |
"Indigo: Fun For Everyone!" (XXXX-6) |
When used, the subject will experience no ill effects, however, multiple instances of SCP-XXXX-6 will appear around the user, equal to the amount of people in the same room. The effect is additive: if many people blow into SCP-XXXX-6 at the same time, each will generate a number of SCP-XXXX-6. This can quickly lead to the users being suffocated or crushed by the sheer number of noisemakers created. |
"Violet: Revolu-fun!" (XXXX-7) |
[DATA EXPUNGED] |
[[collapsible show="+ CotS Tale: Flowering Profits" hide="-click to close"]]
There were rats here. I could see them crawl from the filthy rags on the floor. Dirty things, not suited for a person of my high class. Oh, who was I kidding. I was here because I was sick and tired of the bullshit that the government heaped on me. Thirty years of translation work between the United States and Peru, thirty years of mindless conversions. I wanted some comeuppance, something in return for my years of service. All I got was a 'thank you very much' and a check that wouldn't have covered a single payment of my mortgage. Fucking hell. I wanted some actual money, something that would make me happier, not this token of thanks. That's when I started looking into faster ways to make money. Many of them were scams or people trying to make some fast cash as well, but there were a few highly valuable, shall we say, acquisitions.
The man who smelled of rot had told me to visit this slum section of town with a particular set of instructions. Show up at this address, yeah, but also bring a flowerpot and soil? What in blazes? I had them both tucked under my arm, leaving my other hand to cover my nose with my handkerchief. The stench in this district was horrendous. What I wouldn't do for an extra bit of money now. I was told to enter this apartment complex, the Sunset Court. It must have seen better days, as the paint on the front doors was peeling and next to non-existent. I had pushed the cracked doors open and gone up the dusty stairwell. Nothing here but ants and mold. Why would anyone in their right freaking mind hold a rendezvous here? All the man said was that 'he had something of major importance that would assist you in your goals', which is probably a giant-ass rocket launcher, what with the bitterness I've got.
"Over here," whispers a voice to my left. Ah, yes, obviously this meeting is taking place in the abandoned run-down meeting room. I should have known. The voice is quiet but tense, most likely that of my correspondent. I hold the clay pot in front of me like a ward and cautiously advance into the room. There, in a musty old chair, sits an aged man with a bandanna 'round his face. I laugh at his stupid theatricality. Does he think we're in some sort of war here? Nah.
"What do you have for me, old man?" My voice is impatient, my fingers tapping rapidly on the side of the pot. There are two other people seated at the dirty table. One's a tall and handsome man, vaguely familiar, perhaps I've seen him on the television before? Very likely, he has that confidant air about him. The other's, well, probably a scientist geek or something, she's got these fidgety hands and a blank look on her face. Not sure why the bandanna man has gathered us all here together like this. He gestures for me to take a seat. I reluctantly place myself on a rickety wooden chair, making sure to brush the dirt off of it before sitting down.
The man introduces himself as "Senior Solar," which I'm pretty sure is a pseudonym. No one would name themselves something as stupid as that. He brings out a briefcase, how cliche, and opens it. There in the middle sits a large wad of cash, probably enough to last me for the rest of my life.