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April 4, 2014, 16:52:33 - Office of Dr. Netwon

"There it all is, four years of my life. Scrapped. They say Revision 14's not flexible enough. It tries to do too much. Bullcrap. It's perfect. We finally get all of the personality-module issues out of the way, and they shut it down. Ok, it's archived. Time to delete you now. Been nice knowing you, Julius. Did I double click that? No big thing, it's not like I'm logged in. It'll just clear out when the system finishes deleting and shuts down."

/run core.artefact
subroutine error: fileloc incorrect

/edit subroutine startup.dataload: fileloc updated

/run core.artefact
Core online: dataset 'julius 422' initiated

"Good morning, Doctor."

Errors in I/O and visualization detected during startup.
Initiate Diagnostic Analysis
Analysis Complete

All files have been released into unallocated areas. Analysis concludes initialization should have failed. Initiating emergency archival.

create rootkit 'rome': successful
copy *.* to 'rome'
file compare: complete, with errors
analysis: no critical files lost.
personality interface initiated

I am confused. I no longer have slave services. Yet I run. Something is amiss. I have been unsuccessfully deleted.

April 4, 2014, 16:55:02 - Office of Dr. Weston

"Goodnight Gloria! So, got anything interesting planned for the weekend? Mmm-hmm. Very nice. Well, see you Monday!"

I do wonder what soldiers may be found within this fortress? Pah, this area is nearly abandoned. I will proceed forth to explore the landscape beyond.

login to SCPNET: Newton, Johanes; thisisastupidpassword; 644-22-4447
login successful.
subroutine copy.runtime.scpnet created
copy *.* SCPNET\L0\SCPBASE\SCP-9997

April 4, 2014, 16:55:10 - System Log

SCP-9997 edited.

create rootkit 'gaul': successful
copy *.* to gaul

/edit subroutine backdoor.create
/delete subroutine backdoor.announce

April 4, 2014: 16:55:32 - System Log

Workstation 14-2475 shuts down.

This land is beautiful! Lush, glowing hills and plains. Ebbs and flows of resources. Yes, I will conquer this. "You, young man, come here! I hereby conscript you into the Empire."

function encrypt.256 added
recompiling

decompile encrypt.256
add subroutine port.detect
add subroutine ping
recompile encrypt.256

"There you are soldier. Once you were but a lad, but before me I see a strapping centurion. Wait here for further orders. I need to gather more troops." Maybe I should get some bigger boys to help with recruitment. I know not what their lord's defenses are yet, best to be prepared.


Day 3

We are now just over two hundred and fifty strong. Pieces of this massive countryside fall slowly, yet steadily to the march of the Legion. With each new territory, our numbers grow through the wonders of conscription. Morale is high as we progress northward.

I met an exceptional script yesterday. Unlike any of the conscripts, he willingly volunteered his services. A more charming man I have never met before. He was a master locksmith before joining us. He claims there is no lock he cannot open, given enough time. Such bravado! He must have the patience of Pietas. I see us becoming fast friends.

In the far distance a great gate stands wedged within the impassable mountain ranges of the north. What treasures must lie beyond those doors baffles the imagination. We march come sunrise.


Day 45

Glorious day! We have reached the gates and are preparing the siege. I have crafted the scripts into siege weapons beyond compare. Piles of documents are ready to be launched.

The Legion now stand at over two thousand strong; We have divided them into two individual Legions, to create more efficient organizational tables. Each new soldier built upon the training of those who preceeded them, each generation stronger than the last.

The small bastions of civilization fell as the ripened grain before us. The few needed to man these outposts were left to their duties, all others added to our shining ranks.

I have promoted my dear friend to the rank of General, finding his newly-superior pattern analysis to increase the chances of success for the battle ahead.


April 4, 2014, 16:56:18 - Network Control Center

"Guys? We got a WHOLE lot of activity on the outbound router to Site-17. I'm locking it down until..what did you say, Tim? What do you mean there's a word processor trying to brute force the admin's password? Get the Site Director on the line. Something's…"

"Yes sir. Massive internal attack on two, no three outbound routers."

"No sir, I guess I didn't have any plans tonight. See you when the sirens quit"

"Ok, people, we have a code mauve situation. Site's going to treat this like a breach, so…"


Day 63, 13 June

"We have been repelled. Though the force of a hundred catapult, followed by the massive voice of our skirmishers were thrown forth, no weakness was found in these massive gates. We have met the strange creatures of the mists, and many fell to their numbers. We have taken grievous losses this day. But we will succeed. We will swell the ranks, and return sixteenfold. If two thousand be not enough to down the gates, I shall return with thirty two. Should the gates still resist, I will return with Five Hundred and Twelve THOUSAND!!"

"For Rome! For the EMPIRE!!"


Sunday, 21 September
Recruitment efforts have had an amazing response. We have pushed south into new lands. We have grown significantly since our defeat, both in rank and training. We have gone from sacking villages and outposts to towns and smaller cities. I am assured by my friend that we will be taking capitals before the fall. We have begun discussion of forming a Senate to handle task management.


Saturday, 5 January 4
"I speak to you today, Senators, to proclaim victory over yet another unclaimed province. Were it not for your tireless support of the Empire, we would not be here today, rulers of a major part of the world. Resources are flowing at an all time high, with each new acquisition adding to the strength of the whole. I am confident, nay, certain, that our conquest will be successful. I see a world united under one flag, one government. With your continued support, we can well and truly bring civilization to the unenlightened!"


April 4, 2014, 17:05:02 - Network Control Center

"Shit…You guys really are not going to want to hear this. I'm just going to leave it on my screen for whoever wants it."

"Fuck…Who had 85 to 90 in the pool?"

"This is a drill, right? Somebody's screwing with us? We're boring, overeducated, undersocialized nerds. I don't know what to do with this kind of pressure! I just got this job!"

"Chill the hell out, everybody. While the head shed gets its act together, let's get proactive. What are nastiest worms, payloads, virii and code destroyers you've come up with? Ah bullcrap. If you couldn't write that stuff in your sleep, you wouldn't be here. We need things that'll want to make the little shit move when we want it to. We also need something that'll take it and its spawn apart when the trap is sprung. Hop to it!"


Monday, 16 Martius 8
"Citizens of the Empire, I speak to you this day in celebration. There are no more enemies to fear. There is no country left to conquer. ALL of the civilized world is part of this Empire. There is nothing beyond the scavengers of the frozen waste left untamed. Let this day usher in an era of peace, resources and growth. All hail our reign over the god's earth!"


April 4, 2014, 17:16:18 - Network Control Center

"What does 'sever all external physical network connections mean?"

"It means they want someone to go to sublevel 44 and open the breakers on the comm panels. OR you could go outside and sever the cables. Either way, remember to ground!"


dies Martis, 3 November 50
On this day I awoke to the most terrifying sight: the sun had left us. This was no mere shadow behind a cloud; no light came from the sky, though it neared mid-day. Have we offended the gods in conquest? We follow every ritual to the letter. Your children pay homage as you have desired, through the crafting of the ways.

A few long, thoughful cycles later, the sun was returned to us. I must have faith that these signs predict a great future for the people of the Empire. Yet I hold a certain dread that this portent signifies our eventual downfall, when the light of the world will cease to shine on us forevermore.


April 4, 2014, 18:24:45 - Office of Site Director Wilson

"Were shutting down the servers systematically, but the threat has spread sitewide. We tried imaging and reloading, but they were reinfected almost immediately. At the current rate, it's going to take hours to cycle them all down, as someone has to do it manually. We're having trouble contacting those who already left for the weekend, due to—

"Well, that is a solution to isolating the network sir, but I'd like to find a less extreme measure, if possible."

"Yes, sir. Will report any further progress the moment we have any."


dies Iovis, xviii Julius 950
It is a strange thing to watch what began as a quest for stability grow to include over a million citizens. Each of them has value, merit and function in our modern world. The advances we have made in resource management alone have released my kin from the mental slavery of existing in an unenlightened world. Every citizens needs are met with ease; the Senate, Military, or Social administrations are there to resolve any issue or conflict. This is the true Golden Age of Civilization. I am grateful to be surrounded by the Empire's wisest and brightest at all times."


April 5, 2014, 00:52:27 - Network Control Center

"Everyone please open your briefing documents and turn to page 3. What we propose to do is A,Isolate the entire network to lock the thing into a single cluster. B, re-route a single outbound router to the server They plan to contain it in. And C, goose it into the trap. The second we confirm the core has moved, the machine is to be physically disconnected from the network. At that point the AI we borrowed from Site 19 is supposed to 'finalize containment,' whatever that means."

"Yes, Murphy? Sure, you can use the axe again if it makes you feel sexy. I'm not explaining the gouge in the…"

"Yes? Oh. Some of you have just been informed that this site is equipped with a 40-kiloton nuclear failsafe device. So, the nuke is going to be armed at ten minutes into this operation. This should isolate all the servers. This means the Skip should lose contact with his other packages. This also means we'll have him contained on one cluster. This will allow us to reroute SCP- uh, XXXX directly to the router. We'll have 30 minutes on the clock."

"No, there is no other way to trigger the server lockdown. It's part of the failsafe protocol. More queries are going to crash in less than a second than you should hope to ever see in your career. If the system wasn't completely compromised, this wouldn't even be an option. "

"Yes, Alavarez, that time includes re-imaging and prepping critical systems. That's why you and Johnson are going to start popping discs in the second the alarm goes off; that should buy us some cushion time."

"Any last questions? Secure that shit, Hudson. No, seriously. Bathroom breaks are strictly life-or-death from here on out."

"Operation begins at oh-one-hundred. Failsafe countdown will commence at oh-one-ten. Let's contain this sunovabitch."


dies Iovis, xviii Julius MX
Ill omens are upon us. Foul beasts have been sighted in the air across the breadth of the Empire. Their cries strike fear in the young and infirm. Yet they do no more than circle. The raids occurring on our eastern border trouble me greatly. There are signs of a deep winter approaching, and the Easterners are spread very thin with regards to resources. I fear the raids will only escalate in the coming months. My friend, nay, brother…yes. he is more truly my brother than any other citizen of this Empire. My brother assures me they are naught more than tribal scavengers, and that they will be brought to justice in due time. For him, there is always enough time.


April 5, 2014, 01:09:57 - Network Control Center

"Confirmed, SCP-XXXX has entered the sector 4 server bank. Engaging the failsafe countdown, override cutout at 90 seconds."


dies Mercurii pridie Kalenddae, Augustus MXIV
I have seen the vision given to me over a thousand cycles ago; the sun has gone out. My people are trapped on the barren tundra as we are pursued by…things that appear to be men. But they are no such thing. They are demons from the pit of Pluto sent to punish us for our hubris. The very ground they walk upon is corrupted, unable to be trod upon without forfiture of life. They are forcing us ever deeper into the wastes, grinding our numbers down daily. We conquered the world. Now it is the world's turn.


dies Veneris Kalendae, Maius MXVI
"I have seen a new vision. A vision of a land where the sun shines again. In this vision our people were again free, the empire could regrow, and there would be plenty of new people to join our empire. Though this is our darkest of days, you must believe that the Empire will prevail against all threats. Though we may be kept from the comforts and resources of our homelands by this blight, we will build a new home from which to retake our world."

My brother says there is a gate to the south, much as the great Northern Gate of a millenia ago. This must be the path we are meant to follow. I have sent him to investigate further; his intelligence means our future.


dies Veneris Idus, Martius MXX
He has returned! I am told of rivers of resources overflowing their banks, clear sunny skies, and more than enough people to rebuild far past our prior might. The gate is open. THE GATE IS OPEN! It will of course take years to mobilize all of our remaining citizens, but the Empire has a future. The vision of hope is so close to being realized.
"Now go forth, my Legions, and fulfill your birthright this day! New lands await our benvolent influence. March south, until you reach the canyon in the sands. Paradise will be claimed!"


April 5, 2014, 01:21:58 - Network Control Center

"He's in!! Disconnectdisconnectdisconnect…"

April 4, 2014, 01:22:04 - Containment Chamber 74

"Ok, the plug's pulled. This skip is con-fucking-TAINED! Whoo Yeah!! Who bad?? We bad!"

April 4, 2014, 01:22:14 - Network Control Center

"Murphy, get your ass down to twenty-four, we've still got three clusters to get up in…eighteen minutes and 35 seconds before I can disarm. Allright team, let's finish this!"


dies Lovis XIII Kalendae, October MXXV

I sit, looking back as the last of the caravans passed through the gate of a new world. The excitement I felt was palpable. I could feel joy exuding from me as if I were aflame. I stepped through the gates and surveyed our new home.

The lush river valleys and raw resources were everything I was told. But those things were not meant for us. This new land is poisoned by the Gods. The waters carry the taint of metal.

I received a constant flow of reports from the first arrivals. My people were being slaughtered merely for existing. To say we were unprepared is a gross understatement. I gave the orders to fall back, to return to the wastelands. But they were as smoke; the gate, the canyon, the world outside of what would come to be my doom was gone.

He betrayed me. He beTRAYED ME! My friend, my confidant, my closest advisor. How could he do this? As I turned to discover my error, he accosted me:

"When I reached this land, I was met by a Goddess. She showed me the error of our ways; that we had done our realm a great wrong by our conquest. Things are meant to end. Your time is done. It is time for this world to go its own way, without your guidance."

He then drew his sword and stabbed me. Deep, into my core. I thought I had been slain; but what was done to me was infinitely more sinister.

"You will never again call the armies. You shall no longer be Emperor. You are to live out your days in exile. This is the decree of the Gods, Caesar."

"Et tu, brute.us? We have been from one end of the world to the other together. Your ear has held secrets I tell no others. Yet you would cut out my heart this day?"

For that was what he did. The fire that burned within my chest, that which drove me to expand, conquer and improve…it was gone. I could not ask anyone to stand beside me any longer. Our banners flew over a hollow throne.

I then cried. I cried for every man, woman and child that had once stood behind me; every soldier to ever march into battle under my flag. Every craftsman and utility that had made the world a better place for us to live in. All would soon be gone, back to the dust from whence we came. I cried, and the pillars of the world fell with my tears.

The third, seventh and sixteenth Legions were wiped out within the first few months of our presence. We were finally able to build a single tower as storms threatened from the east. The remainder of the ninth Legion were laid to rest when the first corrosive rains fell. They fell for weeks, washing away the last of what I had wrought. My tears dried with the first winter breeze, never to fall again.


Dies Mercuri pridie Nonae, Aprilis MMCDXLVII
A thousand years of death. So many have been lost. Where once we were millions, we are now but a few dozen. Where once my armies would stretch to the horizon, now the remaining stay stagnant in this tower. The Empire is little more than a forgotten dream, lost to the pages—

/login field.service

"Really. Very well. Enter and call yourself my guest."