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Garbage Conversation Snippets

"Now, to prove you are a loyal acolyte of the Church, you will have a part of yourself replaced by the clockwork. Have you considered the modification you will choose?"

"I want a fidget spinner installed directly into my hand."

"… Get out."

"Well, they say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. But after so many operations were needlessly complicated by that method we started to just- Oh. Someone's here, let me call you back."

"That doesn't even make sense! … Does it?"
"It's non-euclidean," he dismissed my contention with a wave of his hand.

They cruise right up and board your vessel.
They're experts when it comes to wine.
They are… Sommellier Pirates!

"Think of it like swimming or something: You got your 'few laps in the pool' kind of crowd, then you got your 'crossing the English Channel' types. And then you've got this 'off in the Atlantic' motherfucker! Just way over the top with this shit. Nobody wanted anything to do with em, man."

"I wouldn't go so far as to say the reports were entirely fabricated… But certainly based on a particular interpretation of the actual events, one not likely held by many outside of the author themself.

"Hhmmmm… What do you think of these for names?"

The Tool Shed

The Manhole

The Log Jam

The Crossbones

"Do you hear it? Those are cries for help."

"Well that's to be expected. If the crying stops then we'll know something's gone wrong."

"Alright. Fireteams 1 and 2 will approach the front of the building, Fireteam 3 will breach the eastern wall. We storm the front door right after 3 detonates their charges."

"Sir, what if we go in just before the detonation? Shock them with that, then follow up with the bigger bang."

"Nah, if they react to the wall first then they should be sitting ducks for us coming from the other side."

"But that would le-"

"Shut it! I wasn't opening the table to opinions; those are the orders and all I need from you is to follow them. Understood?"

"Serious? Oh. Is it serious like the time you thought you'd uncovered a new cell of AWCY called 'Scandanavi' after seeing flyers around town for a Scandanavian Art Exhibit?"

Pass this info up the chain. Shit, if you won't do that then at least make a few laterals. Someone will make a play with it and that's just as good, so far as we're concerned.

"You think it's fun, being trapped in a.. in a goddamn video game? It's a living hell and there's no way out! Being painfully killed, again and again, by all different sorts of ways! Every time only to respawn and go through it all over again. But it doesn't have to be like this. There's a way to escape the cycle.

"Oh shit… You're talking about deserting! Going AFKWOL! Forever!"

Reach for the stars.

Usually these would be words of encouragement, but in this case they were misleading. For if I did, my opponent would then take the katana and slash me before i could get away and throw them.

"You wanna hear how I got kicked off that task force? Well; we're walking downtown: my partner and me, plus two other agents. We're walking and I say to them 'Hey guys! I'm sorry, but let me double back here real quick and get my glasses.' And y'know, they say 'Aw really?' and I say 'Yeah, it won't take me long; I'll be quick.' So my partner goes ahead with them and i hustle back the way we came to get my glasses.

What happens then? Well; one of the other agents is impatient, decides he's gotta come back for me. And comes to find me sitting there in the bar we had just passed earlier. I mean, I'd only had time to drink three of my glasses!"

"That was my top agent; my right hand man! First you order me to send him in, then you say to pull him out, then you want him in and you give these mixed up orders that have everybody shook all about! And now… you think you can justify all that by saying you 'did what was necessary' to 'turn this thing around'? Tell me right now: what was it really all about?"

Luckily we were able to shut it down right quick. This shop wasn't open more than a day or two, and so far there's no indication it was anything more than a stand-alone operation. … That's right sir, like the sandwiches. … It seems the major theme in that regard was 'frontmen for classic rock bands'. … Well, quick as we were, they apparently had already sold most of them. … This excerpt from the interview log may be relevant.

Interviewed: A 30 cm. submarine sandwich (containing fried seafood ingredients, sliced pickle rounds, and a Louisiana hot sauce)

Interviewer: Agent ████

Foreword: Subject of interview has identified themselves as Freddie Mercury, lead singer of the band Queen.

<Interview in progress>

Interviewer: And there were others like you, correct?

Sandwich Freddie: Oh yes. There was (insert some references here).

Interviewer: When we arrived you were the only one we found. What happened to them?

Sandwich Freddie: Well, other customers had already purchased them. I suppose the shop owner didn't anticipate the demand; I'm the only one the customers didn't buy right up.

Interviewer: Do you have any idea why that might be?

Sandwich Freddie: (singing) I'm just a po' boyyyy, nobody loves meeeee,

<Interview terminated>

Chekhov's Courier Service: If you place an order in the first act, it will be delivered in the scond!

"In fact, certain people will tell you that I have the heart of a lion."

"Really?"

"Well, nobody can prove anything. But still I'm banned from that zoo."

Senior Containment Technician Locke: "We need to talk about the assessment you submitted to the containment procedures currently being devised."

Researcher Oran: "Is there some problem?"

Locke: "Look right there, you'll see I've highlighted the problem I have with it.

… containment is considered impossible …

Locke: "You don't come into my dugout and tell me we'll never win this game; you don't come into my police station and say we'll never catch the guy who did it; you don't come into my hospital and say the patient's good as dead. Do not come into my office and say there's no way I can do my job! I don't ever want to see those words written in any skip's document.

"If we can't stick it in a box in here, we'll make sure the public never knows it's out there. If anyone finds out it is out there, we'll cover the whole thing up. We don't ever do nothing about it; some effort of containment is always possible. Containment procedures are simply an outline of the steps involved in that effort. If you don't think the steps will be effective, and unless you can offer a better solution, keep your pessimistic personal opinions off of my goddamn official documents!"

An article about a pigeon that can read. The article should explore determination.

Basic Idea

The Description

An object that has to be stolen in order to prevent its dangerous effect from manifesting.
- Stolen meaning: taken possession of, without the owner's permission.
- Does not include: Consensual transfers of ownership (trading, giving away), transfers of ownership between parties of the same affiliation (multiple Foundation personnel swiping the object from each other's offices/quarters)
Dangerous effect is: ??? (Think of something)
- Effect will manifest after remaining in the possession of the same party beyond a certain time-limit (several months? Convert the figure to hours-minutes)
- Something that would draw attention to it, for to set up initial discovery and containment.
  - Create a supplement doc: Account of initial recovery; Foundation, GOC, and maybe a third party, all converging on the scene and the object swaps hands several times during the encounter.
- Also, something that would be too difficult for the Foundation to keep a lid on if they chose to just keep it permanently and deal with the consequences.
- Localized reality-bending effect? Becomes more pronounced/destructive the further beyond the time limit the item remains in the owner's possession.

Physical description (actual): A metal briefcase. Inside is a digital timer with a readout displaying 4 digits for hours, 2 digits for minutes, 2 digits for seconds. Also on the inside is a nameplate indicating the 'official' owner of the object.
- Upon a 'successful' transfer of ownership, the timer resets to 5000 hours. (maybe 4000?)
- After the timer counts down to zero, the backlit display changes colour and begins counting upward (indicating how long the object has been overdue for stealing.) Inconsequential.

Containment Procedures

Object is to be transferred between several low-security facilities on a regular basis.
- The travel routine is to be carried out on a regular schedule.
- The travelling security detail will follow the same route between Sites.
- The details of this travel routine will be a "poorly kept secret".
False information about the nature of the item will be given to all personnel except those with special clearance (who will be aware of the object's actual nature)
- Object will be made to appear as an item of high monetary or tactical value
Object will have an MTF dedicated to re-securing the object as soon after it's theft as possible

Considerations

The initial Description section will be false information / a misdirect.
Addenda (available for specific clearances "only") will reveal the true nature of the object, and the reasons for the elaborate containment procedures.
Include a series of tests to confirm that attempts by Foundation to steal it from themselves, agreed-upon exchanges of ownership, or 'gifting' the object will not be viable.

Feedback

Use the object as dressing for accounts of cloak-and-dagger-style false-flag-operations type of stuff. Or perhaps focus on the concept of ownership

Reviewers to Thank (keeping track as I get the feedback this time)

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A Lethal Robot

Anomalous Incidents 2

Log of Anomalous Items

Venting via Nobody

Copy of mission details for planned transfer of a SCiP.

Operation Details

Objective
Transport 20 D-class subjects, arriving from Containment Facility ████ via ██████ Airfield, to Site-██ for standard testing purposes.

Personnel
<Tac. Sec. Div. (CBR)> Section - Kilo, consisting of:
* Tactical Division Lt. M█████ (Squad Leader)
* Tactical Division Sgt. H██████ (Squad 2iC)
* 12 Tactical Division Guards
Divided into 3 fireteams (4 guards/ea) and 1 command team (SL and SL-2)

Armament and Equipment
All personnel will be armed to MTF (Small Arms) standards. Each fireteam will also contain one member equipped with a battery of less-lethal armaments.
Unit will be granted use of the following vehicles:
* 1 cube van (modified for high-value asset transport)
* 3 SUV escort vehicles

Assignments and Designations
EV-1 - FireTeam: Kangaroo-1
EV-2 - FireTeam: Kangaroo-2
TV - FireTeam: Kangaroo-3
EV-C - Command Team: Kangaroo-Actual (SL, SL-2, and one member of FT-3)

Operational Procedures
Prior to pick-up: Arrive at ██████ Airfield 30 minutes prior to transit plane's ETA. All Kangaroo teams deploy in a defensive posture around vehicles. Stand by for arrival of transit plane.
Upon pick-up: Airfield security staff will process all cargo off the plane, and transfer custody of designated cargo to Kangaroo. Kangaroo-3 will be responsible for securing all cargo within storage area. Kangaroo-2 will be responsible for documentation (check identifications against manifest, log all cargo) as well as assisting with securing of cargo. Kangaroo-1 will maintain defensive posture.
In transit: Kangaroo-1 (EV-1) will take lead position in convoy, followed by Kangaroo-3 (TV), followed by Kangaroo-Actual (EV-C), followed by Kangaroo-2 (EV-2) at rear of procession. All vehicles to follow designated route, maintaining consistent speed and seperation.
Delivery: All vehicles to enter underground garage at Site-██ and proceed to Parking Bay A. Kangaroo-1 will take responsibility for unloading cargo at destination, with assistance from Site-██ Guard Division. Kangaroo-2 will be on hand to verify documentation. Kangaroo-3 will begin the process of returning EVs to vehicle pool, and regroup with unit for debriefing. Once all cargo has been placed in custody of Site-██ Guard Division and all vehicles are returned to vehicle pool, unit is to gather at Parking Bay A and await dismissal.

MTF Gamma-19, a task-force specializing in the tracking, abduction, and interrogation of PoI targets related to anomalies.

MTF uses sports playbook as shorthand calls for tactical plans of operation.

High CK/P story

Tale

Investigation in isolated small-town or something. Missing person, UIU Agent, 'the kids w/ the doll' thing…

Tale. Working Title: 'who was phone?'

Going in B

Tale on hold

Version re-worked and re-posted: Sept. 2017

To:	Site-38 General Alert <8 contacts>, Capt. Reilly <mtfc.rho.36>
From:	Site-38 Security Dept. <monitoring.station>
Subject:	Containment Breach
At 23:48 this evening Site-38's containment facilities were compromised. MTF Rho-36 ("Breacher's Pets") is being dispatched to ensure recontainment of SCP-████, which remains unaccounted for. On-site security forces have tracked direction of travel from site, and determined viable habitat in that area. See attached files for further details.

View attached files

Bert Nash checked his watch, looked at the clock in the dashboard of the truck, then back to his watch. It felt like he'd been waiting forever but it was only 02:10, barely an hour since the MTF had arrived on scene. He was usually fine with the waiting game. But tonight, for some reason, he just wanted things to get going. And last he'd seen the rest of the guys, they seemed even more restless.

Someone on Site-38's security staff had made an error: adding the responding MTF to the recipients of the Site-wide general alert, rather than sending a seperate message with the uncensored files attached. The initial briefing was more blackbox than text; what little information that wasn't redacted was essentially useless. But protocol dictated their immediate response. Right now Captain Reilly, the MTF's commanding officer, would be tearing a strip off the Site staff and getting the declassified information needed to tackle the mission without fumbling blindly in the dark. In the meantime swift action was called for, and Bert's squad had been deployed first.

A perimeter was established, and they were awaiting the arrival of Squads -2 and -3 before moving inward. Nash sat alone in the vehicle, parked near the beginning of the unpaved road that wound its way uphill into the forest. Sergeant Braun, the Squad Leader, had stayed with the fireteams at the staging area, while Nash drove back to "cover" the only viable access route. This is dumb, Nash thought to himself. The nearest civilian presence is just a small town miles down the highway, and the backup isn't going to need directions to find the guys at the first junction in. But there he was, alone on radio control duty.

While Bert was beginning to feel a bit restless, Sgt. Braun was already well beyond that point. The radio in the truck crackled to life as the squad leader hailed him. Nash took the mic from the dash and answered.

"Is the rest of the force on-scene?" the sergeant barked impatiently.

"Negative, sir. No sign of them yet," Bert replied. And asking me every two minutes isn't going to hurry them up any.

"We're forming up to move in. If they aren't here in ten, we're going without them."

That doesn't sound good. "I'm sure they're en route, sir. I don't think we should act before they arrive…" Braun didn't respond to that, but Nash figured he couldn't have steered him off the idea anyway.

For the next ten minutes Nash sat in hope of the remaining force's arrival, to no avail. At 02:21, each of the fireteams sounded off for final comms checks before embarking. Despite his aversion to this course of action, Bert dutifully confirmed that everyone was reading loud and clear. This was how things would go down, and he wasn't in a position to stop it.

Feeling antsy had grown to feeling anxious for Nash. Instead of looking forward to headlights bouncing up the dirt road, he was nervous about their arrival. Like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar, and their parents surely about to enter the kitchen. It wasn't my call to move in without backup. I didn't have a say in the matter. Damnit! This isn't my fault!

Bert was suddenly aware of his tighty clenched fist atop the steering wheel in front of him. He relaxed it and flexed away the tension. There were a dozen other guys up there. Didn't any of them have objections to this plan? I'll bet all of us end up facing a review panel. And for what? Whatever this goddamned thing is that's made us come out here. The more he thought about it, the more he hated it all.

He got out of the truck to stretch his legs. He paced back and forth, taking deep breaths to try and calm his nerves. This had to happen this way. We couldn't afford to keep sitting and waiting, Nash reasoned to himself. Maybe it was working, because he began to relate with the sense of urgency that Braun must have felt when he made the decision. Every passing minute this thing is out of containment, the more trouble it could cause. It's our job to put these monsters back in their cages ASAP. What is it Reilly's always saying? "We don't make excuses, we produce results!" Bert was certain of it: they had to get that target right now.

He got back in the truck and tried to focus on the radio chatter. It hadn't taken long for the squad to zone in on their target. Fireteam-3 sounded excited. They were closing in on the objective, flushing it towards Fireteam-2. Maybe we're going to complete recontainment on our own, Nash was hopeful now. Maybe the other squads will show up, and we'll tell them it's been taken care of. Maybe we'll look-

The crack of gunshots in the distance interrupted that train of thought. "What the hell?!" Each fireteam is equipped with non-lethals. We're geared for recontainment, not combat! The guns aren't meant to be a first resort… The radio was buzzing with all three fireteams co-ordinating their attack. Nash was trying to discern why they'd immediately gone to live fire. Are they getting killed out there? He tried to get a word in, but was either getting talked over, or just ignored. He punched the dashboard of the truck in frustration. "For fuck's sake guys..!" What was happening?

That was when the rest of the MTF arrived on scene. Nash wasn't sure what he felt most: anxious, relieved, agitated… When the lead vehicle in the convoy stopped alongside his and the passenger in the front seat stepped out and crossed toward him, a new feeling pushed into the picture: confusion.

He recognized Captain Reilly, even behind the SCBA unit covering his face. "Situation, Nash," the commander demanded. Bert sat in stunned silence, trying to piece together what he was seeing. The other operatives in the lead vehicle were kitted up with breathing masks as well. "Nash," Reilly pressed him, "where is the rest of your squad?"

Bert opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, only managing a vague nod in the direction of the road behind him. He saw Reilly's eyes narrow, assessing the situation at hand. Not one to waste time, the captain hustled back to his own truck and climbed in, turning to address one of the team members in the back seat. The rear door behind the driver opened and the passenger got out, closing the door behind him. The captain gestured for his driver to continue up the road, and the convoy of reinforcements drove on.

The man now approaching Bert Nash's window was Reilly's second-in-command, Staff Sgt. Barnes. He leaned in to address Nash. "New security trainee," Barnes said ruefully. "Hell of a thing to let them screw up. If they'd have sent the full details right away we could have all come out at once, properly equipped." He shook his head at the situation: one minor error compounded into a major mishap. Nash still didn't understand what was happening.

Barnes finally recognized Nash's concern. "Don't worry," Barnes reassured him while gesturing towards the facemask. "These aren't for anything toxic out here." In Barnes' hand, Nash noticed for the first time the dossier he was carrying. "In hindsight a wider perimeter should have been given. Minimal threat to your safety, mind you. I just hope they haven't been-"

Bert had dialed down the volume on the radio when he'd seen the other trucks approaching, but someone out there was screaming into their handheld. The words came through loud and clear, interrupting the staff sergeant.

"Yyyeaah!! Nailed the sonofabitch!"

Dan Potter pulled off the dirt road into the clearing and nosed his SUV in behind the other with matching park ranger markings. He parked it and stepped out into the hot mid-day sun. Wilson Boyle met him next to the vehicle.

These men were members of an MTF as well, but one specializing in a different sort of containment: suppressing knowledge and information.

Potter glanced around at the colourful tents set up next to the civilian vehicles in the makeshift campsite. Boyle's partner was addressing three young men and taking notes in his notepad. Boyle greeted his colleague.

"Wil," Potter responded with a nod. They conversed in hushed tones at the front of the truck. "So, what's the situation here?"

"These kids say they got out here Thursday night. Been camping, 'partying'…" Potter understood the implication. Boyle continued. "There was four of them come out for the weekend. Seems they thought their buddy retired to his tent early last night, but this morning there's no sign of him. Possible he wandered off in the night, got lost or something."

"Mm-hmm," Potter nodded. "Let's have the specifics," he said, gesturing to the notepad Boyle held. Boyle opened the pad to the relevant page and placed it on the hood, his Team Leader copied names, basic descriptions, and a few coded abbreviations.

As Dan Potter jotted down the information he mentally mapped the location of last night's incident, and the campsite they stood in now. He considered how far a lost kid could wander through the woods at night. "This it for details? How about clothing?"

"Eh… A blue sweater. Probably. No 'photographic memory'-types in this bunch."

This grim puzzle was coming together in Dan's mind. There were still pieces missing, but the picture was clear enough. "Alright. You two hang about here for now; keep up this 'lost hiker' bit. Likely we'll hand this off to real SAR and they can waste their time in the bush. But have some amnestics handy, just in case."

Boyle tipped his ranger hat to Potter. "Sir."

Tale. Mystery.

Setting:
Isolated Foundation posting; an island subject to hazardous weather preventing access.
Finding a SCiP to base this around: Must be in isolated location, and require a number of D-class to be kept on-site at all times.

Characters:
Two protagonaists; security personnel / emergency responders to distress signal.
Two security personnel on-site.
Two D-Class personnel that have escaped the site.
A number of remaining D-Class personnel.

Situation / Set-up:
Crew-exchange day - Stand-by crew (minimal security staff and Ds) transfers out, fully manned staff (extra security, researchers) transfers in.
Storm rolls in, making site inaccessible and delaying scheduled exchange to the following day.
Site sends out emergency distress signal, loses communication with outside.
Two emergency responders are dispatched to assess situation and report findings.
Emergency response arrives via one-way transport.
Security guards on site report signal was due to two Ds apparently escaped.
["Two sets of footprints leading to cliff's edge" scenario]
…
Responders must learn the truth of what's happened before the crew-exchange takes place the next day.

Details

Protagonists are one containment specialist technician, and one security guard escort (doubling as assistant technician); on-site to carry out final inspections/maintenance before crew-change.

Tale (Series?). Mystery/Thriller

The Foundation's "Front Company Backronym Creating" Dept.

Second-person Perspective Story ?

Tale: Foundation Employment Terminated

SCP-J

SCP: Ambush Squid

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: At present, 12 instances of SCP-XXXX are contained at Site-32. Any instances of SCP-XXXX encountered outside of containment are to be destroyed in accordance with <standard practice / make up a 'Disposal of Biologic Entities in the Field' document for referral>

SCP-XXXX in containment are to be provided a diet of <SCP Brand Animal Feed: Carnivore Formula> once per week. SCP-XXXX instances are to remain in their designated containment chambers at all times. SCP-XXXX instances are not cleared for testing except with written consent from the current project leader.

Description: SCP-XXXX are creatures resembling members of class cephalopod, with the exception that they dwell on land rather than in marine environments. Its appearance is characterized by its many tentacles (autopsied instances have been noted to have <several thousand> appendages, with mature instances tending to have more than juveniles) and a central head/body structure. Size is difficult to determine in live instances, as they are capable of significantly contracting their muscle tissue in order to appear smaller or stretching to increase the reach of their tentacles. The greatest length recorded in autopsied instances has been <██ ?> meters.

As well as size, SCP-XXXX are capable of changing their appearance by way of active camouflage. They have been observed to alter the colouration and texture of their skin with a remarkable degree of control. Furthermore, they are capable of manipulating their tentacles to mimic movements and behaviour of their prey.

SCP-XXXX exhibits behaviour in line with an ambush predator. Tending to situate itself in the middle of prairie-like fields, it lures prey by way of mimicry or other deception. It will alter its size as the prey approaches in order to confuse the perceived distance between them. Once the prey is close enough, SCP-XXXX stretches it's appendages to seize and constrict its victim.

Addendum-1: [Addenda]

Addendum-2: [Addenda]

Containment

Keep several specimens in containment at a Bio-Site. Standing orders to destroy additional instances encountered in the wild.
Entity's growth/expansion can be limited by confined spaces. Ideal containment includes confining the entity to the smallest area possible.

The Creature

A cephalopod-like ambush-predator which targets humans as prey.
Biomass is mostly made up of tentacle appendages.
Ability to alter it's size, shape, and otherwise use camouflage to disguise itself and lure prey.
Originally discovered in flatlands, away from human settlements
Indications that the creature is adapting it's methods to seek out food closer to populated areas.
Tactic includes mimicking human appearance and behaviour to lure potential prey.
- May appear as a human in distress on the horizon in the distance. Creature alters size/shape as victim approaches, always appearing to be far off. Once victim is close enough, creature will quickly expand size and extend it's appendages to ensnare the victim.
  - This behaviour may have been observed in the first pool of victims, genrally lost hikers, and subsequently learned/mimiced.
- Later observed to mimc appearance and behaviour in ways that allow it to approach and move in crowded areas without arousing suspicion. (Pizza delivery boy? Police? Homeless person? Prostitute?)

Account of Discovery/Containment

Spike in unresolved missing person reports in a certain region? Warrants undercover field agent investigate further. Situation leads to confirming anomalous creatures presence, calling in a Containment MTF.
- A member of MTF Iota-10 "Damn Feds" will insert themselves with local Police Dept under guise of an FBI investigation into these cases (falsifying a connection with a string of kidnappings, or some other appropriate cover story)
- Interview with survivor(s) of an encounter, as means to confirm presence of anomaly and explain the hunting method of the creature?
- Amnesticise all parties involved, order in an MTF focused on tracking and containment of anomalous animals.

Resurgence

Reports indicating a SCP-XXXX population may be expanding into more densely populated areas.
These accounts are being investigated and suppressed from public awareness.

Collab / Idea from: Lumineinfinitus

SCP-EH2Z-J

SCP-COOL-J

Tale. Researcher(s) transcribing events of an experiment as it happens into clinical observations for a written summary log.

Jinx! Buy me a coke.

Tale

Retroactive Corrections Reality Bender

Original brainstorming:

BoogeyMan23>: idea: An unwitting reality bender who retroactively alters the past to make minor false things he thinks into accurate reality
but just small scale stuff, like misheard song lyrics he sings along to makes them the actual words to the song
/
Don1Charles>: BoogeyMan23: haha, imagine if he were an awful speller
just goes back and changes the spelling of words so he's write
/
BoogeyMan23>: someone on chat way earlier signed off like "I'm going to take a nap and then draw"
nd I thought 'that'd be a line the Hare said if The Tortoise And The Hare were actually a western about them having a pistol duel
if I wer this reality-bender, next time I see that story I'd be like "oh hey, it actually was a Western. huh, neat."
/
riyangendut>: wasnt reality bender has limited range tho
like, only stories recited/stored/displayed near you would change
everyone else would still see the original

<BoogeyMan23>: ya, I guess as far as reality-bending abilities go that'd be pretty o/p.
hey, yeah! so most people think they're just, like, delusional
except for, like, a few people in close proximity or something

<riyangendut>: yeah so when you're in the chatroom like this people would just say "dude what're you smoking"

<BoogeyMan23>: right, but "if you were here in person I could literally show it to you right now! srsly!"

Character is unaware of any abilities they may have. Considers incidents coincidential or believes it is typical for people to misremember things in this manner.

Limited area of effect, most people consider them delusional or just wrong. Only when someone is also within a limited area of effect will they also experience the altered perception.

Character would be led to believe that they are always right, because they are unable to ever find any evidence of the correct facts in opposition to their own ideas.

So it's a fun road trip, all cool. Then the song comes on, and me and her both start singing along… But we get to the second verse and she's got the words wrong! I told her so, and she said I was the stupid one! We had to start the track over and listen from the beginning. I sure showed her!

Goes to conspiracy theory website, actually starts to believe some kind of flat-earth/hollow-earth rhetoric, causes a localised K-Class event when all the laws of physics that exist because the Earth is a globe full of magma are altered in his immediate vicinity / for himself. (???)

Cocky anomalous human wants to 'play a game of cat-and-mouse'. Challenges the Foundation to 'catch me if you can'.

SCP-Awk-J

Demon Mafia

The Demon Plays The Gambit

or

The Demon Pulls A Br'er Rabbit

MC&D Alternative Children's Entertainment Media Products!

F1LM5/B3RK5/G4M3S
Status	Selling
Demand	Low
Value	TBD (fairly low-end)
Availability	Established Supply Chain
Identifier	A.C.E. Media Products
Description	A wide range of multimedia products intended for children's entertainment. Each has undergone a subtle process of memetic infusion which alters the conclusions reached by consumers, with regard to value systems and morals intended to be conveyed.
Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP

Initial Report
Author	Robert Gaye	Date	May 06, 2004
Interest	Low	Identifier	Alternative Childrens Entertainment
It's well established that success in life starts as early as birth, and discerning parents make a point of ensuring their children are being groomed to excel in life. That means providing entertainment activities that will instill the proper values and cultivate the dominant spirit which will set them ahead of the pack. Traditional children's stories tend to focus on encouraging empathetic values and teaching morality lessons. But, with the help of a contracted specialist, we've developed a method of producing media which instills altered conclusions without deviating noticably from its source material. Your child will still be able to socialise with common children via the shared experience of watching the same franchises, but without the burden of learning lessons which might inhibit them in making gainful life choices. I'm sure we can market these items to our clients with young families. We can appeal to their pride, their desire to have a legacy carried on by their offspring. Perhaps a hint of shaming as well (You don't want to set your kids up for failure, do you?), and we'll easily move some units.
Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP

Inventory Information
F1LM5/B3RK5/G4M3S
Owner	Quantity	Comments
Marshall, Carter and Dark LLP	48640 (38 Crates)	Available from Supplier on demand.
Blank Space 1	##	Comments?
Blank Space 2	##	Comments?
Customers	~5000	Items commonly purchased for use as practical jokes.
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2008	387
2009	852
2010	10482
2011	879
2012	5820
2013	1298
2014	2034
2015	29381
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Security Dept. Orientation Book & SOPs

Welcome to the SCP Foundation Site-208 Security Dept. Primarily designated as an Object Storage Facility, with one low-value object warehouse, two medium-value storage wings, and one high-value storage wing, Site-208 is capable of housing several hundred anomalous items. Typically, however, storage is 60-70% of capacity at any given time.

As Site-208 is dedicated to object storage, interactions with sentient/sapient anomalies and D-Class personnel will be rare. Our staff is primarily comprised of security, containment technicians, and a small research division. When interacting with your colleagues in a professional capacity, endeavour to be cordial but authoritative. Your first priority is always to maintain the integrity of our facility's security measures.

Protocols at this posting do not deviate greatly from the standard, but that does mean you should take your responsibilities lightly. Always remain vigilant, ensure the safety of yourself and your co-workers, and fulfill your duty to the Foundation and humanity.

Secure, Contain, Protect,

Chief of Security, Site-208

Mexico Lawrence

"Their name is Mexico?"

Mark Abbott shrugged. As if he'd have any insight to his boss's name.

"Eh, seems pretty average as far as introductions go." Frances Gold closed the front cover of Mark's handbook as he returned it. "My site's chief filled two and a half pages going on and on about duty and accountability."

"Maybe he started drafting it back when he was an officer? Building it up more and more until he finally got to print it out for everybody at a Site of his own," Mark mused. Frances actually thought that seemed plausible, but was interrupted before he could say so.

Oscar Webber, a six-pack in hand, pushed open the door and breezed into the hotel room. Neil Sanders, cradling a plastic ice bucket in his arm, followed right behind. "And he says to the doctor 'No, that's my wife!'" Both men laughed as they unloaded their burdens on the nearest available surface.

Minutes later, everyone was situated comfortably with a can of beer in hand (except Mark, who didn't drink). "Neil," Mark prompted. "Tell us about your new promotion."

"Well, it's not a promotion really;" Neil explained. "Just a lateral transfer to Tactical Division." Mark leafed through his handbook to the page outlining standard ranking progressions.

Not that he needed help to follow along, but it was right there.

"I guess there was some talk of standard promotion, but I don't like doing paperwork." Neil took a quick swig before adding with a grin "Not to mention what a waste of talent it'd be!" The guys all chuckled, but Frances remembered Neil as an ace at the shooting range. He wouldn't be surprised if a role with some Combat MTF was the next step in Sanders' career.

"Fucking talent," Oscar lamented. "Now there's something that's sorely lacking over at One-Eleven."

"Competition like that, no wonder you're still down on Guard tier," Frances teased slyly.

"Oh!" Oscar feigned injury with great exaggeration. "That is hurtful! To me, and to poor Mark here!" Eyes turned, but Mark wasn't playing along; he just smiled quietly. Mark Abbott was comfortable where he was, confident in being good at what he did.

Oscar resumed his natural, more acidic demeanor. "Like I want to play Sarge-in-charge and actually be accountable for those shitheels? I cover my own ass, and the idiots can be someone else's headache."

"Well," Frances was still amusing himself by trying to push Oscar's buttons. "Maybe they just need a little supportive guidance." He knew Oscar couldn't stand such sweetness and light. Although, due in part to being a few years older, and in part to his general personality, 'a little supportive guidance' is what Frances had tried to give each of his present colleagues at one time or another. "How bad can they be?"

"How bad?" Oscar had finished his first can and was pulling his second from the ice as he spoke. "Ha! You name it, they don't do it." Mark had no intention of actually naming anything, and if he had he likely could have recited the basic duties from memory.

None the less, the relevant page lay open before him.

Guard Division

Standard security forces. Responsible for monitoring all alarm systems, mediating traffic at security checkpoints, and patrolling certain wings/sectors.

Monitoring Station

When assigned to the monitoring station your responsibiliities will include:

Watch security camera feeds.

Should you observe anything irregular, notify the nearest available patrol guard to investigate.

Acknowledge and respond to any alerts from alarm systems.

Record all details reported by the system, and dispatch appropriate security and/or containment personnel to address issue.

If unable to reach designated response unit, refer to list of secondary contacts. All alarms must be reported, it is important you keep calling until someone is notified of details.

Maintaining radio contact with patrol guards for safety check-ins and co-ordinating response action when necessary.

Patrol guards should complete a check-in with monitoring station at least once every two hours, or more frequently if deemed necessary.

Record all pertinent actions in message log.

This includes: All alarms and response actions, all regular patrol check-ins, and all spontaneous incident investigations and response actions.

Checkpoint Guard / Patrol Duty

When assigned to checkpoint guard or patrol duty your responsibilities will include:

Make rounds of assigned sector(s). Always be aware of what is happening and investigate anything that appears out of the ordinary.

Immediately report any incidents or potential incidents to Monitoring Station.

Always advise monitoring station and arrange for check-in before carrying out any high-risk investigative action.

If you require additional security personnel or containment technicians to attend, notify your contact in monitoring station and they will dispatch appropriate response to your location.

At security checkpoints, verify ID and access permissions of anyone passing through. Ensure any staff members not assigned to your Site completely fill out the Facility Visitor Sign-In Sheet.

Safety Check-in Procedure

Patrol guards are responsible for initiating check-ins at beginning of their shift.

Upon contact with monitoring station: identify yourself, state your location or which sector(s) you will be in, and indicate required frequency of checks or expected time of check-out.

Monitoring station will confirm details received, record data in message log, and add guard to list.

Guard is then responsible for promptly responding to monitoring station at each check-in.

Monitoring station is responsible for contacting patrol guards at arranged check-in times.

Hail guard on radio, identify yourself and indicate call is routine check-in.

Record each response in message log.

In the event of missed check-in, follow appropriate response protocols (may vary by sector being patrolled).

"Well, don't literally read from the book," Oscar said. "The way it's laid out there, a monkey could do our jobs. You know what I mean though; it's how they do it! Just, like, in the worst possible way."

"Oh, of course," Neil grinned. "You mean any way other than yours, right?" It amused all three of them that Oscar could appear so apathetic, while being so anal at the same time.

"Look, I operate at high efficiency because that's how you reduce effort," Oscar was now defending his personal brand of effective slacking. "These guys do it bad, and it makes things that much harder for everyone. Including me!" He paused his rant for a sip of beer before continuing. "They don't stay on top of what's happening in their sectors. They don't tell you what's happening when you relieve them at shift change. They write incident reports the way six year old kids tell you a joke; all pointless details with no cohesive train of thought!"

"What about deciding they don't need to call for a Containment Technician, because they can turn a wrench themselves?" Frances smirked knowingly. "Do they break that rule too?"

"I don't break rules," Oscar resorted to his stock line of defense. "I bend them once in a while, never break." Even having heard it a thousand times before, it put a smile on everyone's face to hear it once more.

"But, you know, there's a lot more oversight when you're working with humanoids and shit."

(Insert 'Humanoid SCPs and D-Class Interactions' here)

(Recur to the topic of 'Tactical Division')

…
"It's mostly just been a lot of training and drills," Neil continued. "A bit of sit-and-wait while living on-site, and then some days off between."

"Nice! The Site I'm at right now is pretty remote, we're in and out on shifts too.

(Wrap it up)

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Excerpts From Handbook
(to intersperse between paragraphs of narrative)

BS&I Forum Thread

Perhaps reframe narrative to take place during a Security Officers Conference or Training Recertification Course. Have several former colleagues discussing their latest postings and assignments, comparing notes and sharing experience.

Characters - Basics

Average guard at Object Storage facility
One rising through ranks, recent promotion to Tactical Division
Guard from a Testing facility (experience with humanoid SCPs and D-class)
Guard avoiding promotion (doesn't want stressful responsibilities or to be accountable for the idiots he currently works with)

Setting

SCP Security Officers Conference (Overall Setting)
- Guards from several different Sites and Areas attend a 2-day event mainly consisting of lectures and presentations which expound upon recent and upcoming Foundation-wide directives.
- A group (four?) of guards who all bonded while stationed together on a past posting meet again and decide to catch up.
Hotel room, on the evening between Days 1 and 2 of the conference. (Specific/Main Setting)
- Conference itself is being held at a nearby Site. Attendees have been put up in local accomodations due to space limitations at Site's own barracks.
- Where the guards will actually meet up to have their discussion. (cracking cold ones with the boys?)

Points To Touch On & Possible Comments For

One character has a copy of their handbook with them (for reference / to show to the audience)

Site-specific Introduction Page
- "That one seems fairly standard. My Site's Chief rambles on for two and a half pages about how big a deal this shit is!" - F.G.
- "Ha, mine barely even bothered to write more than 3 sentences."
Ranking and Progression
- "They call it 'Defender', but really it's more just a lateral promotion. You know, because I'm wicked-lethal but I hate paperwork! Luckily I had a captain that understood where I was coming from, they helped get me the bump over to Tactical Division. Not that I wanna get up to Lieutenant there either though; maybe out to a Combat MTF next, that'd kick ass!" - N.S.
- "But the Site I'm on now, it's way out in the middle of nowhere. That's why our shifts are one week on, one week off. Which is pretty decent, really. Better than some of those month-long postings!" M.A.
- "Nope, still just a guard. Like I want to play Sarge-in-charge and actually be accountable for these shitheels? Maybe if it was like our old Site back in the day, but most of the new guys we seem to be getting are just idiots!" - O.W.
Guard Division
- "They don't even do their checks properly! 'Wwaahhh, you forgot my check on mmeee.' You didn't ever tell me you were on! If I don't have those patrol details how am I even going to mount a response? Go on, look it up; who's responsible for initiating check-ins? That's right, the patrol guard." - O.W.
- "How about putting your patrol route on hold for ten minutes to wait for a containment technician, because apparently you can't be trusted to turn a wrench yourself? I know you've broken that rule before." - "Nope. I don't break rules. … I may bend them a little, but not break them." - O.W.
Tactical Division
- "So far it's been mostly training and drills, a bit of 'sit on-site and wait', and then stretches of time off in between. I'm with Group C for duty-rotation, our Lieutenant's big on football; runs us like he's coaching a team. It's actually fun, if you ask me!" N.S.
- "Our Site's deemed a TacDiv unneccessary, since we're so small and out-of-the-way. We're expected to do double duty while on-site, and be ready to scramble during off-hours. Which hardly ever happens, but it sucks when you're up all night on breach response and then have to go straight to a shift in the monitor station." - M.A.

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OLD

Narrative Framing:

Hey buddy!

So, you're supposed to read that whole binder front-to-back… But I expect most of it is stuff you already know, or should have no problem picking up as you go. There's a copy of the thing that always stays in our monitoring station, so if ever in doubt you can look shit up. Anyway, I've marked out the pages that will be essential knowledge to hopefully save you some time. No need for thanks, you can just buy me a beer later!

You'll have to sign off that you've read it, so get at Sgt. Roberts (or whoever your supervisor will be) to do that after you're done.

Good luck! I'll see you around the Site.

~ R.B.

Also to cover -

Safety check-in procedures.
Engagement techniques.
If you require additional security personnel or containment technicians to attend, notify your contact in monitoring station and they will dispatch appropriate response to your location.

Let's Play O-Five Feud!!!

*cue music*

Tale based on SCP-2355

Always SCP-Doc Formatted

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Keter Safe

Special Containment Procedures: [Paragraphs explaining the procedures]

Description: An anomaly which affects the presentation of data in physical documents. Most notably altering the layout and categorization of the information, as well as the tone and phrasing originally used. The actual information originally intended to be conveyed is not altered.

Addendum: Examples of SCP-XXXX recovered during the process of assessment, tracking, and containment.

Addenda:

Item #: Harold Browne

Object Class: Qualified applicant.

Special Containment Procedures: Harold Browne is to be hired by █████ ████ restaurant to fill the position of Line Cook.

Description: Harold Browne is a hard worker with 2 years of experience in the food service industry. Harold Browne has worked for fast food franchises, as well as family-oriented dining establishments.

Harold Browne is an outgoing team player, who works well with others. Harold Browne is also task-oriented and capable of working without supervision.

Addendum: References available upon request.

Item #: █████ ████ Restaurant Menu

Object Class: Delicious / Affordable

Special Containment Procedures: All menu items are freshly prepared in our kitchen, using the finest ingredients available. Menu items are available to all patrons, regardless of Clearance Level, and will be produced on request. These requests may be submitted to the appropriate staff. Patrons with food allergies or dietary concerns are to advise staff of such at time of submitting item request.

Description: █████ ████ Restaurant Menu refers to the collective selection of food and beverages offered to patrons of the █████ ████ Restaurant. These have been assigned sub-designations as follows:

█████ ████ Restaurant Menu-1: Appetizers

Item	Description	Price
Cheesy Bread	Garlic toast, topped with a blend of cheddar and mozzarella cheeses.	$7
cell-content	cell-content	cell-content
cell-content	cell-content	cell-content
French Fries	Potatoes cut fresh, in house.	S $5 L $8

█████ ████ Restaurant Menu-2: Soups & Salads
(Table here. Repeat through Sandwiches, Main Entrees, Deserts, Beverages)

Addendum: Ask about our 'Soup of the Day'! Always made fresh with local ingredients!

Item #: From: "████ 12th Ave."; To: "███ Mandarin Cres."

Object Class: Most Direct Route

Special Containment Procedures: Travel east on 12th Ave for 2.7 km. Turn left onto Perry St. After travelling north 4 km. keep right and transfer to Doakes Expressway northbound. At Exit 18 take turnoff and continue eastbound on Turner St. for 3 km. Turn right onto Cavalier Dr. then immediately left onto Mandarin Cres.

Description: This is how to reach Patrick's new house. Patrick is throwing a party on Friday night, and this is the way to get there.

Addendum: Should following these procedures prove ineffective, contact Patrick.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe/Euclid/Keter (indicate which class)

Special Containment Procedures: [Paragraphs explaining the procedures]

Description: [Paragraphs explaining the description]

Addendum: [Optional additional paragraphs]

Rewrite of SCP-2355

This is the work of Dr Solo

(Original source copied to work from, should article's deletion come to pass)

Item #: SCP-2235

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2235 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber, containing one straw mat bed (substitution of similar materials is allowed). SCP-2235 has been extensively cooperative in its containment, and as such it has been allowed to make several requests, which may be approved within reason. Requests granted include: dietary specifications (Vegetables, rice, and tea. Granted), several books (Written in Chinese. Granted), and permission to spend time outdoors (Two periods of 30 minutes allowed per week. Granted). Access to SCP-2235 is restricted to personnel with clearance level 2 or above.

Description: SCP-2235 is an approximately 40-year-old humanoid male of Chinese origin which has undergone drastic physiological augmentations. These augmentations consist of functional gill-like structures on either side of the neck, webbing surgically attached between the toes and fingers, extensions of nictitating membranes grafted onto the eyes, and several uncatalogued anomalies within the digestive and cardiorespiratory systems. All augmentations are made of tissues that do not match any known species, but genetic testing has produced results that most closely match the Chinese Giant Salamander (Andrias davidianus).

SCP-2235’s augmentations allow it to survive extended periods of time in freshwater aquatic environments, although deficiencies caused by incompatibilities between human and amphibian anatomy require SCP-2235 to surface for air after approximately 20 hours underwater. Augmentations of SCP-2235's digestive system allow it to survive on a sparse diet consisting mainly of aquatic plants and invertebrates.

SCP-2235 was recovered in ███████ Province, Western China, after Foundation contacts within the Chinese government passed along several reports of a “ghost” made by locals near the area in which it was found. This area, formerly a village known as ████████████, had been the location of massively destructive flooding, caused by the Chinese government’s intentional demolition of the ██████████ Dam eighteen days before SCP-2235 came into Foundation custody. SCP-2235 was found in a state of severe fatigue, and upon initial contact with the recovery team was exceedingly aversive and sporadically hostile¹, but after having the nature of its containment explained to it, has been very cooperative.

Below is a translated transcript of an interview between SCP-2235 and Senior Researcher Gāo, who is fluent in Zhongyuan Mandarin, SCP-2235’s native language. Interview was conducted on 8/17/20██, four days after SCP-2235’s containment.

Interviewed: SCP-2235

Interviewer: Senior Researcher Gāo

<Begin Log>

Senior Researcher Gāo: Good afternoon, can you answer some questions for me?

SCP-2235: Of course, what would you like to know?

Senior Researcher Gāo: What were you doing in the area where we found you?

SCP-2235: That’s where the men left me.

Senior Researcher Gāo: What men?

SCP-2235: The Party men². They told us they were going to destroy the dam and flood our village, and that we would have to go with them. We didn’t want to go, but we saw no choice. 38 of us, including myself, went with them.

Senior Researcher Gāo: Where were they taking you?

SCP-2235: I don’t know. They said they would take the men first, to finish work on the camp they were bringing us to. They loaded us into trucks, and we couldn’t see outside. They drove for hours before stopping to unload us. They said they needed to inject us with something before we would be allowed in the camp, but they drugged us. I passed out. I don’t remember much after that.

Senior Researcher Gāo: Try to tell me what you can remember.

SCP-2235: The area they kept us in was dark, and wet. They kept us sedated most of the time, but I remember lying on a table and looking up at men wearing surgical masks. The only thing I clearly remember is being held under water, and watching some of the others drown.

Senior Researcher Gāo: How did you get away from that place?

SCP-2235: I didn’t. One day I just woke up underwater. Where my home used to be.

Senior Researcher Gāo: Can you tell me why you attacked our agents that had been sent to collect you?

SCP-2235: I was scared. I thought they were more of the men from The Party, I didn’t want to be taken again. When they explained what was happening I was grateful that they were taking me somewhere safe, and I apologized for my behavior. You are taking care of me, and keeping me safe. I am so happy to be away from that place.

<SCP-2235 shows signs of emotional distress and is unable to continue.>

Senior Researcher Gāo: I think we can end here for now. Thank you.

<End Log>

Addendum: At the site of SCP-2235's recovery, agents discovered 74 graves, each approximately 1 meter deep, and marked with stones. After recovery of SCP-2235, these graves were summarily exhumed, and the bodies of 42 women, 4 elderly men, and 28 children were found. Examination of the remains indicated drowning as the cause of death, with the exception of six children whose skulls bore signs of gunshot wounds. These individuals are believed to have died shortly before or simultaneously with the deaths of the others.

Galactic Foundation project w/ SuperBlobby and TheBillith

Early 18th Century Setting

Research Links

Golden Age Of Piracy

In its broadest accepted definition, the Golden Age of Piracy spans the 1650s to the 1730s and covers three separate outbursts of piracy.

Caribbean Sea

The region is southeast of the Gulf of Mexico and the North American mainland, east of Central America, and north of South America.

Sailing Ships

There are many different types of sailing ships. Every sailing ship has a hull, rigging and at least one mast to hold up the sails that use the wind to power the ship.

…

The Foundation's Place In The Setting

Idea #1

Possibly some historical forerunner to the modern SCP Foundation (like "Her Majesty's Royal Anomaly-Getters" or whatever they've been called, or some other group that might be fitting) establishing themselves to operate in the Caribbean Isles / Western World.
- A fleet (or a number of ships acting independently) of privateer ships is sent to explore the region, with a specific mandate to document anomalous activity, as well as take steps required to establish regional expansion for the Foundation.
- The War of Spanish Succession being secretly manipulated in order to help create the conditions that would allow the Foundation to establish an influential foothold in the North American continent. Or the situation being forced reluctantly by some other large player on the stage.
- …
…

Darke Trading Co. (?) - Merchant vessels loaded with rich goods, and unescorted by larger warships, make for tempting targets. But any pirate crew mistaking the regal aura of the colours flying over these ships for a shiny lure will likely bear witness to some awesome and horrific supernatural spectacle in their final moments of life.

History Repeating & The Final Surge Of Piracy

During the War of Spanish Succession, sailing crews would have little trouble finding work as privateers. With a special writ from their king or queen, they would maraud the seaways; attacking and plundering loot from the ship's of their monarch's enemies. The signings of peace treaties and the end of open warfare would ultimately mean that all these privateers were suddenly left without their careers. Privateering without a writ of permission is piracy, but it was the only they could keep earning their living by doing what they were good at.

How often has this same story played out in history? What is the role of the warrior when the conflict ends? How are the enforcers rewarded once they've outlasted their usefulness?

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SCP-J Idea - I feel like i'm taking CRAZY PILLS or something…

Did you that 2000 in Roman numerals is MM?

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