- Quarterly Audit
- You must sing along
- OBSOLETE!
- SCP-TUFF-J
- secret thoughts
- Megatab
- Sword what kills all the things
- Across the Stars
- The Gospel of Mpanjavelona
- Parachem Division
- Beginning of History
- Weryllium's Proposal
- Analytics
- PL Component
- storylines and stuff
- just one more bee
- shenanigans
- Character Profiles
- Open the Door
- Everybody Walk, 1&2
- THE DINOSAUR
- Walking With Dinosaurs
notes
-breaches
-personnel
-injuries?
-research budget
-SCP acquisition
-maintenance
-dad lines
-the Foundationverse "loaders"
"Sir? Got a minute?"
"Only if you've got the report on today's containment breach, Velasquez, otherwise you better not step into this office."
Monique waved the thick folder around. "Right here, sir. Aleph-Blue level incident. SCP-2829 breached containment at, ah, 13:12. Containment reestablished 13:35."
"Remind, me, what was 2829 again? It's been a long day and I can't be bothered to remember 200 designations right now."
Monique handed him another folder from the stack. "2829 is a Euclid-class, group of fat banana slugs that make people super happy so they can feed on their fat. We've had them on this site for years now, I'd expect you to remember that one at least."
Antonio rubbed his temples. "Velasquez, I'm running on two hours of sleep, give me a break. A whole twenty-three minute recovery for a Euclid like that, damn, they're not going to like that. Any personnel affected?"
"Just Vic Salinas from Maintenance. He was on his way to fix the lights in Research Lab 14. He was doing his Spiderman 3 dance walk in the hallway since no one was around, which is probably what triggered 2829 to jump onto his exposed ankle. He's still in quarantine."
"Is he OK?"
"He still seems happier than usual, but honestly I don't know whether it's 2829's effects lingering or the fact that he, in his own words, 'finally lost that damn muffin top,'" she said, imitating Vic's mannerisms.
Antonio tried to suppress a chuckle but failed, the dry corners of his mouth curling into a slight smile that disappeared as soon as it had formed.
"Glad he's fine, but direct contact with an SCP means even more paperwork for us. And how did the slug breach containment in the first place?"
"You're not going to like this, but the airlock lining in the door failed. We're honestly just lucky enough that only one slug went out as a scout. It took a little longer to recontain it because we also had to move the rest of the 2829s into a new cell temporarily."
"You know what this means, Velasquez, do I even need to say it?"
"Every bio cell in wing 14… do we even have room in the budget for that?"
"What do you think?" snapped Antonio. "Uggghhhh…"
The following file was found after having been accidentally saved to the Foundation intranet instead of someone's private drive. Amnestics are available upon request to counteract its cognitohazardous and memetic properties:
The skips glow white on Site 19 tonight
Not a Keter to be seen
A Foundation of isolation, and it looks like I'm the Black Queen
The wind is howling 'cause 1352's outside
Couldn't keep it in
Mekhane knows I've tried…
Don't let them out
By 343
Be the O5 you always have to be
Contain, maintain
The Masquerade
Has been bro-ken!
Let it go
Let it go
Can't secure and protect anymore
Let it go
Let it go!
Leave the D-class, slam the door
I don't care, how they're going to die
Let the Destroyer rage on
The SCPs never bothered me anyway
It's funny how 786
Makes everything seem small
And the memetics that once controlled me
Can't get to me at all!
It's time to kill 682
To fight CI and UIU
No Ethics Committee for me
And now I'm free
Let it go
Let it go
I have finally gone Inside
Let it go
Let it go!
I'll punch the sharks with pride!
Here I stand
And here I'll stay
Does the black moon howl?
2946 flurries through the air into the ground
2883 collects in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes just like 409
So what if Earth is fucked
SCP-2000's mine!
Let it go!
Let it go!
And I'll rise like the Sarkic Dawn!
Let it go
Let it go!
The Foundation is gone!
Here I stand, in the light of XK
Let the skips rage on
The coldposts never bothered me anyway!
Item #: SCP-Z
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-Z is currently contained in a standard low-threat humanoid containment cell at Site-104. The location of SCP-Z must remain as far as possible from all known wild Tenrecidae1 populations. A small population of tenrecs is to be maintained in Site-119's Non-Anomalous Animal Wing for the purposes of Procedure Z-Chiralene. Date and time of all births in this population is to be documented. Any research submitted for peer review regarding animals of the order Tenrecidae is to be summarily rejected, and confiscated through standard channels. During SCP-Z's torpor phase, its vitals and brainwaves are to be monitored and nutrition delivered intravenously.
Procedure Z-Chiralene is currently carried out every 92 hours. SCP-Z and all SCP-Z-2 instances must be accompanied by at least one Level-2 personnel for the duration of Procedure-Z-Chiralene.
SCP-Z is to be laid on the floor of the cell, and secured to restrict movement. Three pregnant tenrec specimens are to be introduced into the cell and placed on SCP-Z's body: one on each hand and one on her lower abdomen. Eleven additional tenrecs are then to be introduced. After the tenrecs have ceased their anomalous actions (detailed below), they are to be returned to their cages.
Remaining newborn tenrecs are non-anomalous and should be promptly returned to their enclosure considered SCP-Z-Beta instances and are to be returned to a separate habitat following successful completion of Procedure Z-Chiralene.
Description: SCP-Z is an adult human female, formerly Kathleen █████. SCP-Z possesses small spine-like growths on its neck, hands, shoulders, and hairline. These growths resemble the spines common to members of the tenrec family.
SCP-Z exhibits an anomalous effect on female members of the Tenrecidae family. SCP-Z passively affects the reproduction of female tenrecs in its vicinity, causing infertility in approximately 55% of cases. The exact range of SCP-Z's effect is unknown but has been determined to be less than 15 km.
All animals rendered infertile by SCP-Z (designated SCP-Z-Alpha) have a substantially higher rate of maladies consistent with symptoms of extreme malnutrition, despite exhibiting no deviations from a normal dietary schedule. SCP-Z-Alpha instances show discomfort with increasing proximity to SCP-Z.
The remaining specimens seem to have no anomalous effects are now designated SCP-Z-Beta. SCP-Z-Beta instances produce larger litters than non-anomalous tenrecs and tend to distance themselves from SCP-Z-Alpha instances. The mating cycles of SCP-Z-Beta instances gradually synchronize with each other over a period of several weeks. This effect is caused upon proximity to SCP-Z and does not revert even if the animal is removed from SCP-Z's presence.
SCP-Z-Beta instances show no significant difference in their behavior around humans with the exception of SCP-Z, which they eagerly approach.
Addendum Z-A: SCP-Z came to the Foundation's attention when coworkers in SCP-Z's research lab reported an unusual drop in birth rates in the lab animal population. After conducting several tests, funding for the research project was withdrawn, and amnestics and a cover story were distributed. SCP-Z was designated PoI-1323 and relocated, while an undercover agent was assigned to monitor her for any signs of further anomalous activity.
12/29/18: SCP-Z began to experience a severe deterioration in physical condition, while a Foundation plant at the lab concurrently observed unusual behavior in the remaining animals. SCP-Z was brought to Site-119 and the animals in question brought to her.
Upon introduction of the specimens to SCP-Z, one instance began a complex set of actions (now repurposed as part of Procedure-Z-Chiralene). SCP-Z's condition rapidly improved, and she returned to full health within 24 hours. SCP-Z was subsequently reclassified. The tenrecs were placed in a temporary habitat in Site-119 for observation.
talk about why she needs the tenrecs to live
Rigorous testing led to the conclusion that the ritualistic actions taken by the tenrecs were essential to SCP-Z's continued survival, and were subsequently included in containment procedures as Procedure Z-Chiralene.
02/28/19: Repeated observations show that SCP-Z is creating alpha instances at a steadily decreasing rate (from 55% to 14%). Perhaps her anomaly is fading? Recommend keeping an eye out, in case it disappears completely.-Dr. Velasquez.
04/02/19: Existing SCP-Z-Alpha instances are now capable of transitioning to Beta instances. The circumstances causing this change are currently unknown. All maladies caused by SCP-Z are reversed when an instances transitions to SCP-Z-Beta form.
04/21/19: SCP-Z has begun to exhibit symptoms of anxiety.
05/26/19: During biweekly interview, SCP-Z entered a trance-like state for several seconds. SCP-Z was visibly shaken at this occurrence.
07/01/19: SCP-Z's trance states have steadily increased in duration and frequency. Increasing intervals between applications of Procedure Z-Chiralene has been suggested, as well as amnestic and psychological treatment of SCP-Z.
08/26/19: SCP-Z underwent a Class III Eschatological Event. A transcript of the event is recorded below. The unidentified entity was later designated SCP-Z-Omega.
Voice over intercom: Preparing Procedure 2576-Chiralene in two minutes. Bring the specimens in.
SCP-2576: Alrighty. I'll- SCP-2576 stops responding
Dr. Velasquez: SCP-2576? Are you alright?
SCP-2576: (voice distorted, pitched lower) It is time. My children, I come.
SCP-2576-Beta instances enter a trance-like state and begin vocalizing
SCP-2576: Sing the song of life! Birth me into the world once more!
Dr. Velasquez: Security, are you hearing this?!
SCP-2576: I am here, my faithful.
SCP-2576-Alpha instances expire, SCP-2576-Beta vocalizations become louder.
SCP-2576 curls up. An unknown source of bright light appears.
Dr. Velasquez: What's happening in there?
The light dims, revealing an unknown entity standing next to SCP-2576, who is unconscious. The entity resembles a bipedal tenrec, approximately 1 meter tall and possesses what appears to be a ring of light above its head. The entity was later designated SCP-2576-Omega.
Dr. Velasquez: SCP-2576? Are you- What is that?
SCP-2576-Alpha instances breach containment and approach the entity, which kneels to embrace them.
SCP-2576-Omega: At long last, my children. Blessed are the faithful who have hastened my return.
SCP-2576 regains consciousness.
SCP-2576: What just-
SCP-2576-Omega: And you, child. You have served well, as my vessel. You shall likewise share in the blessing.
SCP-2576: What are you? Were you.. inside me?!
SCP-2576-Omega: Yes, child. I am Mpanjavelona, mother of all.
SCP-2576: The hell..? What's going on?!
SCP-2576-Omega places its front paw on SCP-2576's chest.
SCP-2576-Omega: Calm thyself, child. Your role has been fulfilled.
SCP-2576: That's it? You weasel your way into my head, nearly kill me, and I'm supposed to be okay with that?
SCP-2576-Omega: Take my blessing, as a reward for your faithful service.
SCP-2576: What? Blessin-
SCP-2576-Omega emits the same light as prior, obscuring itself and SCP-2576 briefly.
SCP-2576-Omega: Let your womb be fruitful, and your descendants many.
SCP-2576: Uh…
SCP-2576-Omega: Be fruitful and blessed, my child!
SCP-2576-Omega returns to embracing the tenrecs.
SCP-2576: (under her breath) But I don't even want kids…
<end log>
Closing Statement: Well, that was unexpected. Unfortunately, we're still going to have to keep the original SCP-Z here until we determine the nature of this 'blessing' and whether it warrants continued containment.
Special Containment Procedures have been updated.
Item #: SCP-TUFF-J
Object Class: Euclid KETER! Euclid2
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-TUFF-J is to be contained in a 500 by 500 titanium cube, inside a diamond sphere made of lead.3 standard humanoid containment cell. SCP-TUFF-J is to be reminded constantly of the standardness of its containment procedures.
Description: SCP-TUFF-J is an unstoppable killing machine who is cool seemingly uninteresting humanoid, measuring 176cm in height and weighing 68kg. It has sapphire eyes and shining green hair4 Its only known anomalous property is an ability to trigger a memetic effect in approximately 71.7109999999999999999999999999999999π999% of human subjects who have seen it, causing them to perceive SCP-TUFF-J as a tremendous, extraordinarily powerful threat. SCP-TUFF-J also suffers from delusions of grandeur, possibly stemming from its effect affecting it as well.
Interviewed: SCP-TUFF-J
Interviewer: Dr. Palanez
Foreword: After threatening to breach containment, SCP-TUFF-J requested an interview with staff. Dr. Palanez was sent in, due to having accidentally spilled Director Westcuff's soda the previous day.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Palanez: Hello, SCP-TUFF-J. You requested to speak with staff, correct?
SCP-TUFF-J: Oh, please. At least call me by my true name, and not your silly designation. I am styled King Mintastorake, Conqueror of Dimensions!
Dr. Palanez: Right. If you want me to call you something other than your designation, maybe your actual name on file? Would that be OK, Clarence?
SCP-TUFF-J: Don't play games with me, doc. You and your little Foundation can't even begin to-
Dr. Palanez: Let me guess. "We can't comprehend the true extent of your power?"
SCP-TUFF-J: Uh, no-
Dr. Palanez: And 'doc'? Really? Who are you, Bugs Bunny?
SCP-TUFF-J: Don't mess with me. I'm even stronger than the unstoppable 682!
Dr. Palanez: Who, for all its anger, is still stuck in a vat of acid… Wait, how do you even know about 682?
SCP-TUFF-J: I possess extensive knowledge of all the things you foolishly call SCP-
Dr. Palanez: You scared someone into telling you so you could brag, didn't you.
SCP-TUFF-J: Fine. Yes, I did. Researcher Satells gave up your secrets far too easily.
Dr. Palanez: Joke's on you, he's new, he only knows about like 10 SCPs anyway.
SCP-TUFF-J: Grrr… Do you really think that titanium glass is going to protect you from my wrath?
Dr. Palanez: Titanium glass… (to Dr. Norton, outside the booth) What the hell? What even is titanium glass? Who approved this in the budget? (turns back to SCP-TUFF-J) Sorry, where were we?
SCP-TUFF-J: I was, uh… Going to annihilate you! I'M GOING TO REDACTED YOU IN THE EXPUNGED!
Dr. Palanez: Did you just say 'redacted' and 'expunged'… out loud?
SCP-TUFF-J: I thought it would make me more, you know, mysterious.
Dr. Palanez: Yeah, not really working right now. Why do you even want to annihilate us?
SCP-TUFF-J: Because-
Dr. Palanez: Wait wait wait. Is it because we're evil? Because we'd 'only get in your way'? Because we're 'pitiful'?
SCP-TUFF-J: How did you-
Dr. Palanez: You're like, the eighth one this month. Granted, the only thing that makes you special is that you've somehow managed to convince most of my staff that you actually live up to your hype, which is really only pissing off our budget manager with all these ridiculous requests.
SCP-TUFF-J: Why, you insolent- (sound of glass breaking is heard)
Dr. Palanez: Goddammit, Norton, I told you titanium glass wasn't a real thing!
SCP-TUFF-J: I AM BREACHING CONTAINMENT, YA HEAR ME? (SCP-TUFF-J exits the booth, running past a stunned Dr. Palanez.)
Dr. Palanez: …Did I seriously forget to lock the door?
SCP-TUFF-J: (calling out from away) You can't match my vast intellect!
Dr. Palanez: For the love of god… Who activated the site nuke countdown?! Velasquez, shut it down then go drag Clarence's ass back here.
<End Log>Closing Statement: After killing █████████.4 ████████illion Foundation personnel5 and nearly escaping,6 Agent Solis handcuffed SCP-TUFF-J and led him back to his cell, dragging him by the ear. She is being considered for a Foundation Star due to her incredible heroism and valor.7
wait I got it
she gets 'awakened', turns the tenrecs infertile since most of them don't believe
weird shit
research project cancelled, fake story, blah blah
designated PoI
keep an eye out just in case
the original 'prophet' tenrec manages to convince the nonbelievers
enough that some of them become fertile again
new tenrecs are now a mix of alpha and beta
girl goes on vacation/something
isolated from the tenrecs, she starts fading now that she's linked to the goddess
trip canceled
the goddess is fading, bad shit happens to the tenrecs
foundation dude puts two and two together
bring her back in
realizing she needs to be in the vicinity
when reunited with OG tenrec
performs super-worship-circle to revitalize her
hey, it works to keep them both alive
might as well make it procedure and keep an eye out
yeah, OG priest knows what up
teaches his followers the ritual
make her stronger with each worshipper
as more of them join her
more betas, fewer alphas
foundation thinks her anomaly is weakening since fewer are infertile now
goddess is getting stronger
person feels the presence getting stronger
possible names:
mpanjakavavy (queen)
reny (mother)
andriamanabavy (goddess)
fiainana (life)
mahavelona (life-giver)
teraka (birth)
tandraka (tenrec)
fuse them all together
~~~
on painting
blue dinosaur: she is the inspirational one, the creative one, the one that brings up your childhood and reminds you of that light. She helps you remember why you reached for the stars. think rapunzel from tangled.
red dragon: he is the compassionate one. he's the one who tries to scrub away the darkness.
basically, BD gives you a hand up the ladder. RD cuts the anchor that's tied to your foot. guillermo's got a stock of 'magical' canvases. they've chosen to inhabit guillermo's painting because they sympathize with his vision, and want to use it as a screening for potential recruits.
reaction to the painting is correlated: the more you try to inject politics where it doesn't belong, that's the sign of being a true Grown-Up (ala C.S. Lewis's Narnia) and losing that childlike spark. The more of a child's heart you have, the clearer the dream and the more of it you remember. Also the closer you get to the 'star'. If 11424 wasn't so political, he would have remembered clearer, and would have gotten in the sub and gone down to the marianas trench and found the star down there. 71799 probably wasn't ever going to find the star. the 15% that don't get the dreams at all, RD&BD basically pegged them as lost causes from the get go. Only one of the art critics got the dreams.
GG is lying, since RD&BD have communed with him after the painting was finished. He has seen the star. He ain't telling where it leads, and neither am I (definitively), but in my secret headcanon it's a gathering of dream entities with similar motives and goals of RD&BD. They intend to bring the humans that most share their ideals to them, to create art (and more!) with them.
I'm pretty sure that Acosta realizes at least some of this (in my headcanon he's seen at least one skip like this) and is trying to prevent Palanez from getting snatched up.
1220, 2261, 528
Safe ✓
Euclid ✓
Keter ✓
Thaumiel ✓
Neutralized
Explained x
Apollyon x
Hiemal x
Maksur x
Embla?
Euclid->Safe->Thaumiel->Hiemal->Keter->Apollyon->Neutralized->Maksur->Explained
We're Back!
"Just go! You can still get back!"
"I'm not leaving without you guys!"
Tale Threads]]
Alright. I'll make a new tab for each of these.
Open the Door: centered on the interview in 'U'. We start with Stella getting the notification and telling the other Phi-2 members. Then we have Stella waiting until she finally goes in. Then the interview, which I'm gonna add to. This'll hopefully characterize Stella and Ursula and give me a kind of jumping off point. current project
Get on the Floor: so Phi-2 is on a mission to take out the escaped SCP-3057-4 instances. here we get Angie and Ursula separated from the other two. More action packed, with some looks into Angie's personality and team role, as well as her interactions with Ursula. on low heat
Everybody Walk: sort of a prelude to Dinoworld; this is where they receive the mission, some charactery stuff happens, they fly to the site, meet the researcher and the specialist, and prepare to enter. in the fridge
The Dinosaur: dinoworld saga in X parts still frozen, idk
Part 0: (The SCP)
Part 1: The Land Before Time
Part 2: Walking With Dinosaurs
Part 3: The Good Dinosaur
Part 4: Dawn of the Dinosaurs
Part 5: We're Back!
SCP-501-J]]
Item #: SCP-501-J
Object Class: Worthless Keter Apollyon
Special Containment Procedures: By order of O5-9, SCP-501-J has been moved to an underground maximum-security containment cell in Site-10000000, 20 km beneath the surface of the earth8. D-Class personnel equipped with lead- and telekill-lined hazmat suits are to assist SCP-501-J with basic hygienic needs and provide him meals twice daily, seeing as SCP-501-J is completely incapable of the simplest of said tasks no matter how many times I remind him. Garments and other objects coming into contact with SCP-501-J are to be sterilized with gamma radiation, encased in an airtight titanium container, and launched into Jupiter's core. Not like he was going to do his own laundry anyway.
Description:
Ω-12 (for future use)
Hannah Washington: team captain and right hand woman of Director Deets. The only team member who was a soldier in their previous life. She's basically Captain America with guns :P
11:05 Ribhu Sengupta: Area-13's medical officer. Has applied and studied reality bending to medicine and surgery for decades. If it's only mostly dead he can fix it right up
11:07 Lucas Dawes: the strongest in raw power. Uses large scale matter transmutation like a much weaker equivalent of the Stag skip
11:08 Arthur Shu: the straight man of the group. Weak in raw power but smart and knowledgeable
11:09 Going to use Cameron from Tuomey's skip as a protagonist but haven't introduced that plot line yet
11:09 Got a few more ideas but they're pretty hazy atm
11:10 Should be noted that direct combat with their abilities is always a last resort. Generally they do a combination of shooting while ripping the reality out of a target to kill them . Acute reality failure is a bitch
11:12 Hannah's tough with a hidden soft spot for her soldiers. Sengupta is a grumpy dude. Lucas is rarely serious but ultimately a team player. Already described Arthur
11:12 Feel free to use any of those or make up your own
11:12 Like I said I have spots to fill
SCP-PLUGS-J
Item #: SCP-PLUGS-J
Object Class: Please read you guys
Special Containment Procedures: Any authors affected by SCP-PLUGS-J are to be banned until symptoms cease, or until their page drops out of Recently Created, whichever comes first.
Description: SCP-PLUGS-J is the designation for any of a large collection of plugs of various shapes and sizes. SCP-PLUGS-J instances are capable of speech, but so far only recite the contents of Special Containment Procedures files.
Dawn of the Dinosaurs
Kelmura waved her staff, which glowed brighter than ever. "Your bravery is unmatched. You need not prove anything further. What I am to do… cannot be undone-"
Ursula cut her off, waving her bloody stump. "I don't care. Let's do this."
The Good Dinosaur
The Land Before Time
Incoherent Moa Troll
Get on the Floor
Come on. Deep breath.
The sunlight filtered through the treetops, faintly illuminating the small clearing. Ursula Nunez checked her surroundings. Clear. If I survive this, I'm going to smack Stella.
People who have earned my gratitude for non-draft things
taylor_itkin, for finding an errant tab-end
Name
ENTER COMMAND
login
THREE-LEVEL AUTHENTICATION REQUIRED: INPUT LOGIN
pcs.noitadnuof|zeuqsalevm#pcs.noitadnuof|zeuqsalevm | password iwearringsofbenzene3000
ACCEPTED
VOICE/RETINAL VERIFICATION:
initializing…
loading…
complete.
ACCEPTED
FULL NAME AND PROJECT KEY
override
INVALID COMMAND.
(sigh)
Monique Ester Naomi Diana Elena Laura Estefan Espinoza Velasquez
Project Key 3839-002348923479852-AJK4H283RFH2F9
ACCEPTED.
ACCESS GRANTED.
logout
Elk Pajamas
Cetaceans Be Hatin'
Item #: SCP-3940
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-3940 is an anomalous subspecies of dolphin. They hate everything. You think the Flesh that Hates is bad? The flesh thinks these guys need to take a chill pill.
Supplementary Information
So as Magnus said.
Ultra light titanium-___ alloy plate armor.
Polymer something or other for the joints.
Mondays at 8/7c
Thanks to Uasciozuva for the idea, I'll try to do it justice
Slugs Ate My Immune System!
What the Shell
Item #: SCP-TMNT
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-TMNT instances are to be kept in Site-220's Parazoology Reserve.
Sir
Item #: SCP-4243
Object Class: Neutralized Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4243-Alpha is kept in a cryonic preservation chamber. All requests for samples for testing purposes are to be sent to Project Head Dr. Somebody.
Update ##/##/####: Personnel in are to monitor for evidence of SCP-4243 presence in .
acronyms for bleep
weryllium A) allows the person to pass through a semi-permeable barrier that actively repels sapient entities and B) protects from cognitohazards.
S.A.F.E.
D.E.F.E.N.D.
S.E.A.L.E.D.
V.A.U.L.T. "Vitals-Altering
S.A.F.E.G.U.A.R.D.
C.O.N.C.E.A.L. 'Cognitohazard-Obstructing Negative-Cognitive-Expression Aura-Laminate'
C.O.V.E.R. 'Cognitohazard-Obstructing Vitality-Encrypting Reflector'
for the drone
My head image is a remote controlled robotic drone, that is equipped with both miniaturized jets for movement and maneuvering in Zero-g environments, and helicopter blades for movement in regular atmospheric conditions
GADFLY
GIF/JIF Gyroscopically-Isolated Four-Jet Integrated Flyer
The Legionnaire
Item #: SCP-MARK
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-MARK is a lentivirus genetically similar to HIV. Normal cells infected by SCP-MARK grow pseudopods and reshape into a form vaguely resembling a pig.
I Will Fear No Evil
"We gave you fear. I fear it may not be enough."
Alejandra Esperanza pressed a button, and her digital message-in-a-bottle floated off through waves of space and time. She sighed.
I won't go out like this.
She grabbed the gun off the wall and pressed her fingers against the biometric seal. She knew the futility of what she was about to do. Whether Project Second Chance succeeded or failed, her actions here now meant nothing. She knew this, and yet something deep and primal was calling her to stand up to her reckoning.
…
The destroyer looked down at the last human on earth.
Coming Soon!]]
Waiting on/fleshing out ideas.
*Remember the Alamo?*
*Harbinger of Lightning*
*Flabsolution* ✓
*Infectious Texas Carbon*
*something about a bottle of water?*
*Pacific Rim/SPC crossover?!*
*something with tortoises. because tortoises are cute. or maybe dinosaurs.*
NEED MORE DINOSAURS
I should really stop putting really vague titles in here because then I won't remember what they were later… plus it takes like 6 months to make one of these, by then i'll have another idea…
"The secret to writing is to have friends who are better at writing than you" -Ryan North.
<TheFuelTank> weryllium: that's really what it all comes down you. you can destroy any tradition if your destruction is utterly beautiful
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Oligodendrocyte.png (public domain, woot woot)
FUTURE TITLES
Drew Me Out of Many Waters
Mightier than the Noise of Many Waters
Like the Rushing of Many Waters
Who Dwells By Many Waters
By Many Waters, To Bring Forth Branches
Sound/Voice of Many Waters
Dinotaur
Item #: SCP-MINOS
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-MINOS is to be kept in a Large Animal Containment Area.
Description: SCP-MINOS is a bipedal entity standing approximately 5 meters tall. The body of SCP-MINOS resembles a theropod dinosaur of the clade Ceratosauria, except in the place of scaly skin, it is covered in a thick hide similar to rhinoceros skin. SCP-MINOS's head resembles the head of Bos primigenius (auroch). SCP-MINOS is capable of speech; speaking in a variation of Mycenaean Greek.
dank moons
Minor Planet: 19019 Sunflower
3070-A Discovery Date: 20-August-20██
Description: Surface of asteroid became covered in a substance of similar consistency to that of oil paint. Substance coalesced into three-dimensional structures resembling sunflowers, but with miniature reflector telescopes in place of seeds.
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Minor Planet: 1029 La Plata
3070-A Discovery Date: 27-September-20██
Description: Two structures resembling the flag of Argentina, composed of pure silver, appeared on opposite poles of the asteroid.
Minor Planet: 4942 Munroe
3070-A Discovery Date: 17-October-20██
Description: The asteroid assumed a nearly spherical shape, and appeared to transmute into solid diamond. Several hats, predominantly black or white, appeared on the surface.
Typosaurus Green]]
Item #: SCP-4849
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4849 is to be contained in an surrounded by no less than 3 Scranton Reality Anchors. Should SCP-4849 initiate a Job event, Mobile Task Forces Phi-2 ("Clever Girls") and Omega-12 ("Achilles Heels") are to execute Protocol Laventyne-47 immediately and jointly act to contain the breach.
Description: You don't wanna know.
Item #: SCP-Q
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-Q is to be contained in a fitted, hermetically sealed case. The case is to be sterilized and disinfected once a week. A special airfilter must be in place to ensure quarantine no-germ conditions. All moving or handling of SCP-Q is to be carried out with sterilized, remotely-controlled drones.
Description: SCP-Q is a large metal sword. SCP-Q bears no resemblance to any historical sword styles, but possesses many impractical design features, mostly inconvenient extra edges. Engraved on the hilt is the words "Slayer" in a neon-green font similar to that of metal band album covers.
SCP-Q automatically attacks all life within 2.3 m of it. This includes individual cells, and single-celled organisms. SCP-Q will move at high speeds (clocked at over 1200 m/s) and appears to cut apart all living cells in its vicinity.
Incident Q-1: SCP-Q was recovered from the basement of the late T█████ C███████. something something craft a vorpal blade to smite all
Item #: SCP-Q
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Information regarding SCP-Q and SCP-Q-1 is to be suppressed. Implanted Foundation assets within NASA and other observatories blah blah blah shut them up, hide it.
Description: SCP-Q is a white dwarf star 11 light years from our solar system. SCP-Q exhibits anomalous fluctuations in its magnetic field. These fluctuations follow no supported Foundation or civilian models of stellar magnetic fields, and data analysis has shown them to be statistically non-random. These fluctuations were first observed in 1974, but were successfully dismissed as equipment miscalibration. Fluctuations increase sharply in magnitude roughly every 28 years. In 1988 similar fluctuations were found in the Sun's magnetic field; these fluctuations have been designated SCP-Q-1. SCP-Q and SCP-Q-1 alternate bursts on a 11-year-cycle. It has been postulated that SCP-Q is attempting to communicate with our Sun.
Addendum: Foundation researchers are attempting to translate the communications between the Sun and SCP-Q.
SCP-Q:
Sun:
SCP-Q:
Sun:
SCP-Q:
Sun:
SCP-Q:
Sun:
SCP-Q:
Sun:
SCP-Q:
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SCP-Q:
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SCP-Q:
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SCP-Q:
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SCP-Q: I'll see you soon.
Wild populations of SCP-XYZ-Beta were reduced by ~24%. Upon successful completion of Stage 1 of 89-Chiralene, SCP-XYZ entered a catatonic state for four days, and all contained instances of SCP-XYZ-Beta began vocalizing and acting erratically during this period. Implementation of Stage 2 has been put on hold indefinitely.
02/14/20: After the catatonic state ended, SCP-XYZ appeared to exhibit symptoms of severe depression and destructive behavior, such as hitting and scraping the walls of the containment cell. SCP-XYZ was restrained to prevent harm to itself and by extension, the tenrec population. SCP-XYZ subsequently reentered a catatonic state.
03/05/20: SCP-XYZ's catatonia has not yet ceased. Feedings have continued as normal.
Mpanjavelona wept. She wept for her children here in this prison with her, never to see sunlight. She wept for her children in the forests half a world away. Above all, she wept for herself. Trapped in this prison, in this vessel, unable to save her dying children, who fed her with their love and devotion.
The… Other Gospel of Mpanjavelona
As of 05/05/20, SCP-XYZ's trance state is ongoing.
Mpanjavelona looked out through the eyes of her vessel.
The Foundation works on the cutting edge of science, turning the anomalous into the understood. The rich field of chemistry is no exception to this. Developed in the 1930s, and often working alongside the research departments of Prometheus Labs, the Parachemistry Division exists to study anomalous elements, chemical compounds, and subatomic particles. The crown of the Division's work is the Expanded Periodic Table, an organized collection of all elements known to the public and to the Foundation. Below are a few of the known groups existing only on the FEPT.
Group Θ (Antimeme Group)
Hughesium (Hh): Atomic mass ~313, considered metallic. Possesses a unique quasicrystalline structure in its standard solid form, consisting of a fivefold symmetry. This structure is thought to be responsible for the antimemetic properties Hh displays in solid form. Upon heating to its melting point, 283 C, Hh will suddenly become visible as it loses its ordered structure upon phase transfer to the liquid phase.
Hh primarily forms compounds with the oxidation states (+3, +5, +12). Its oxides and halides do not exhibit any antimemetic properties.
Group
Monadikine (Mk): Atomic mass ~389, nonmetallic. In its pure state at STP, Mk exists as a cyan-colored gas. Mk possesses a reactivity similar to that of halogens, and is never found in nature in its free state. Instead, it is most commonly found bound to silicon and aluminum in a mineral known as keterine. Keterine deposits are normally inaccessible, given their location right above the mantle.
Theoretical calculations have shown that allowing monadikine to react with palladium would cause a volatile nuclear transmutation chain reaction, transforming nearby matter into more palladium and monadikine, eventually leading to an NK-Class Self-Replication Event. In an effort to prevent this, the Foundation has seized control of and sealed all mines deep enough to reach keterine deposits, to keep monadikine from entering the environment.
Castorium (Bv): Atomic mass ~209, nonmetallic. Kills beavers and nothing else, and we don't know why.
I've finally figured it out. It gets stuck in their damn front teeth and drives them crazy.
Karium (Km): Only one ingot is known to exist. Due to the extremely limited supply, study has been heavily restricted.
Gearsium (Gs): Atomic mass ~455, metallic. Possesses the ability to dissolve oxygen, and has been successfully used similarly to perflubron and other alternative breathing methods.
Solium (So): This one reacts with vacuum. I don't even know. We isolated fucking So(nothing)3 and So(nothing)5. I swear, I'm gonna quit this whole thing.
Dave (Dave): … goddammit. We've run every test we have. Atomic number? 29. Reacts with nitric acid to make blue crystals. It's just plain old common Dave, symbol Dave. GAH! It's the thing on the outside of the pennies? You know? We just can't call it anything but Dave! Worst part is that it's spread to everything now! I almost sent a budget request for Dave wire!
Mentium (HI): This one isn't even real. It just pops up in textbooks and reports. I think. We've sweeped for antimemetic properties, in case it's real and we're just forgetting it's supposed to be there. No dice.
I'd rename it Poserium if I could…
The lone organism floated through its newest host. It knew its brethren would join it shortly, once they managed to breach the brain blood barrier that was conveniently weakened here. 3031 smoothly and skillfully moved between the cells in this brain, in what might be considered a dance, if it had arms and legs instead of dozens of pseudopods. If it could sigh, it would. This brain was just like the others. 3031 twirled, and approached a neuron. Wait a minute… it might have thought, that's no ordinary neuron.
The 3003-2 instance shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. This brain wasn't quite the way it liked it, but it would have to learn to adjust, if only to prepare for the invasion. Ehhh, that's still 30 years off. I can relax for a while. It wouldn't be long before an oligodendrocyte came to sheath it in myelin, and complete its settling in. Oh good, here comes one now.
3031 floated over to the strange 'cell'. This wasn't like the neurons it was used to. These were supposed to be just like the hosts on Earth, right? It tentatively extended a tendril to coat the cell in myelin. The neuron recoiled. Recoiled?
Get your pseudopods off me! You're no oligodendrocyte!
Right, cause you're clearly an ordinary neuron.
…What are you?
What are you?!
Okay, okay. Let's both take a moment to process what in the world is happening here.
Alright.
So… what are you doing here?
I could ask you the same question.
Yeah but you approached ME. Plus I asked first.
Ugh, fine. I was designed for this, to replace oligodendrocytes and hide away in people's brains. Sometimes I absorb the signals from the neurons I coat, and send my own.
Designed?
Yes. I don't remember by who. I've been in humanity as long as my kind can remember.
Fair enough.
Okay now your turn.
I've been in this humanity for about five hundred years. I've existed far longer, of course, but this species has so far been an excellent home.
Wow, that's pretty interesting. You can survive outside of your host?
Of course. You can't?
No, I have to change into a dormant spore and sit there.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'd love to be able to show you this world.
Really?
Oh yeah, I think you'll like it.
I'm sure I would, and thank you for the offer.
(3031 had no face or mouth, and yet managed to smile.)
Well, I guess I'll have to wait for the rest of my friends to get here. You, uh, don't mind if I wait here with you, do you?
Item #: SCP-001
Object Class: Jerikamah
Special Containment Procedures: Dedicated monitoring of humanity's population and technological level is to be continuously maintained at levels corresponding to the most recent model calculated by the [insert ridiculous acronym here]. Global CO2 levels are to be steadily increased using SCP-███ and research derived from SCP-███.
SCP-001-Aleph: Due to SCP-001-Aleph's near ubiquity, complete containment is currently impossible. It has been determined to be impossible to remove SCP-001-Aleph from Earth's atmosphere with current technology. Containment of SCP-001-Aleph is currently limited to infiltration of civilian and government atmospheric research labs, and falsifying or suppression of any data exposing the existence or effects of SCP-001-Aleph.
SCP-001-Beth:
Description: SCP-001 is a set of intrinsically connected large-scale anomalies. SCP-001-Aleph is a gaseous compound present in Earth's atmosphere (presently 0.19% by mass) which exhibits a potent greenhouse effect. SCP-001-Aleph exhibits cognitohazardous properties; it is normally undetectable by standard scientific methods, but when discovered causes the person to become unable to
SCP-001-Beth is an entity located 122 miles beneath the Earth's surface. SCP-001-Beth is
3637 Author Post (below):
“A voice was heard in Ramah,
Lamentation and bitter weeping,
Rachel weeping for her children,
Refusing to be comforted for her children,
Because they are no more.”~ Jeremiah 31:15
Many waters cannot quench love,
Nor can the floods drown it.~ Song of Solomon 8:7
And so today we honor the noble Maiasaura, the Good Mother Lizard.
Thanks to FortuneFavorsBold for all their help during the concept phase of this, as well as to A Random Day, MrWrong, Mortos, DrBleep, and The Great Hippo for reading the draft.
Image is CC-BY-SA 3.0, sourced from here, edited by me. I cropped it to remove the kids in the foreground.
Kudos to whoever finds the hidden easter dino egg.
animal, autonomous, crystalline, euclid, loop, meteorological, neutralized, reptilian, sapient, scp, sentient, skeletal, stone?test | words | more words |
let's do some digging
My SCPs | Word Count | Created | Prep Time |
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2829 | 1003 | 11/30/16 | about 6 months |
3031 | 1731 | 4/11/17 | 19 days |
3233 | 1828 | 5/01/17 | 2 months for failed first version, plus 1 month for revising equals roughly 3 months |
3435 | 2752 | 6/08/17 | 22 days |
3637 | 498 | 6/15/17 | 3 days |
GRANT REQUEST FOR DEVELOPMENT OF PROGRAMMABLE ADIPOCYTES FOR TREATMENT OF DEGENERATIVE DISEASES
PROBLEM
What are you trying to achieve? What problem are you trying to solve?
Explain the issue in great detail. Make it clear why this is a problem that Prometheus Labs should work on.
As the human population increases and developed nations continue to increase their quality of life, a new problem faces us. Obesity is a growing epidemic in several developed nations, and causes many problems such as heart disease, diabetes, and REDACTED. Many of these problems could be solved by targeting the agents themselves; adipocytes.
SOLUTION
Explain the proposed technology solution. How exactly does it work? What does it do to solve the problem? What is the technology and/or the research behind the proposal that supports its viability? What are the benefits of the technology and/or research? Bibliographies recommended.
The recent discovery of a large, biological structure in Alabama has given us a bunch of cool biological junk to research. since these weird cells are bigger we can study them more indepth. in particular a specific breed of fat cell from 2378 has proven interesting because of its properties. early studies have shown that the sentience of these specific cells stems from a weird protein structure being expressed. by modding this gene into ordinary fat cells we can create a programmable adipocyte template. these controlled, sentient fat cels could be programmed to limit their maximum size when faced with increased caloric intake, to control weight gain or loss, could be reprogrammed to act as cancer sensors, (do more science research actually), and prevent the spread of (whatever we call SCP-081).
BUSINESS CASE
Who will purchase or use this product or knowledge? Give demographics (age group, ethnicity, economic class, etc. ). List potential markets. If it is a product, what makes this product different from similar products already on the market? What makes it a more appealing choice? How will the use and/or sale of this research and/or technology benefit Prometheus Labs or scientific knowledge?
this one i've got to justify this more, but we market it to hospitals, use it on our own people, perhaps purposefully infect people as a weight loss thing alongside surgery and diet/exercise
USE OF FUNDING
You are asking for funding to support development and research of this concept. What will the funds go into? What will they be used for? What will the funds purchase? Who will they hire? Give a timetable for expected lengths of work and dates of completion, a list of materials and tools to be used for the project, a list of necessary contractors, and the price ranges for all.
150,000 to wrangle the 2378-CH instances
2,000,000 to build a containment unit/study lab to work on these things
300,000 to work on gene splicing
KNOWN ISSUES
What are the major stumbling blocks to the adoption, widespread use, and/or profitability of this research and/or technology? Known bugs, difficulties in bringing to market, project failures, etc. How can these issues be fixed?
expeditions into 2378 are dangerous. more danger to come
- initially PL finds the Dome (before 1983, so i'm saying late '81
- they study it and retrieve 2946, and Proto-2829-3839
- begin research on P23 (GRANT REQUEST happens here, 83)
- dr. pineda and dr. velasquez sr. (mendeleev's mom) are assigned to P23
- mendeleev is born (1985, making her 32 by the events of SCP-3233)
- dr. pineda uses bio-chemomancy to work on the cells, dr. velasquez senior works on the protein structure
- the protein codes for fat sentience, as seen in 3031 and 2829
- this is, in fact, the 'cell project' mentioned in 2829 by dr. pineda. he's created new cells that mimic p23, using his own dna. this particular venture was eventually shut down after complications. velasquez smuggled out some cells and hid them in the subsidiary lab they got sent to afterwards (philips lab)
- (let's say Complications happens, uh, 1988)
- the complications involve the fat cells forming a hive mind, becoming a devouring fat organism that feeds and absorbs on people's consciousness due to their ability to infect the myelin sheaths and other brain fuckery
- much like the unclean (dammit!) there are fragments of the old person's consciousness still in there, and a pile of brains fused together, smack in the middle of the Fat that Eats
- the Fat that Eats is smart, from the researchers it ate. it hides its main body, and sends out fragments of itself as slugs, among other things.
- 1994: pineda and vs divorce, but both still work at philips lab (mendeleev is 9 now)
- 1998: prometheus has since collapsed, and the remnants are either fragmented or shuttered, pineda gets booted
- this is around when the events of 2829 take place (1998-1999, mendeleev is 13-14)
- blackbox leaves philips lab, begins work on 2829
- the not-slugs are watching him, and now you know why
- one attempts to infect blackbox's mind (the one that fused)
- biochemomancy has side effects on the user, actually, so blackbox isn't really all there after 20 years of using it
- blackbox reshapes them into 2829 through organomancy
- 2829/FtE consume him; through 2829's new properties they can absorb his consciousness from his fat cells
- thus the body is still there but his mind is now in 2829
- some of the 2829s got picked up by foundation, the end for them mostly (mendeleev is 8 now)
- the other 2829's have returned to the Fat that Eats; now that they possess blackbox's mind and chemomancy, they can do more shit
- descendants of 2829 have brand new minds, unlike the original 2829/FtE hybrids (do they fight in containment?)
- blackbox is mentally fighting both the fat itself and his former colleagues
- cut to present (2017??? 2021???? Just completely retcon tenrec dates??????)
- velasquez senior has retired completely, her daughter mendeleev is 32 and in the foundation
- monique is actually vs' daughter by blackbox (oh snap)
- mendeleev and palanez study FtE/2829/blackbox hybrid (3839) after it's found and brought in
- mendeleev: "why the hell does the dna partially match mine"
- after all these years blackbox has finally started to give up
- moving up in the world, either mendeleev or palanez now are in charge of 2829
- because crosstesting never did anything bad ever, 2829/3839
*OR*
the slugs are something else ENTIRELY… more than enough weird things in this world
his intentions are pure, corrupted by organochemomancy cancer and deterioration of the mind
the 'cell project' is still mini-P23, just refined
the ones that ate him hit the road, the ones formed from the excess were captured.
but how?
P23/FtE's essence is in the cells. wants to reunite. 2829 has enough of itself and its purpose to be separate.
now then, problems, possible threads
- how do the 2829s really feel about blackbox
- how do the 2829 descendants feel about blackbox and mendeleev
- mind-wise, where does p23 end and 2829 and colleagues begin
- most importantly… what is p23's mind and what does it want
- how do i fit this with the original idea of 2829's personality
mendeleev timeline:
1985 born
1994 parents split
1999 dad vanishes
2003 go to university
2008 get picked up by the foundation, jr researcher lv 2
2010 SCP-3031 discovered
2012 promoted to lv3
2015 granted 4/3031 clearance (only that one)
2019 promoted to level 4 with recommendation from palanez (age 34)
2019 assigned project head (for the first time), on 3233, so she has to have moved up by then.
2020 Mpanjavelona ascends in May or June. After that mendeleev can move to 3839. palanez is already transferred after the chemical solution fails.
2021 (36)
palanez timeline
1973 born
1991 college
1998 recruited, lv2 chem
1999 SCP-2829 contained
2003 lv3
2010 SCP-3031 discovered
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now how do you characterize a blob????? the blob is not mindless. it wants something. it knows pineda can't stop it. it knows it'll get pineda eventually and finally escape. it knows its gonna win. it knows pineda is fighting a battle he can't win. it wants to toy with him ala 3999/Talloran. it lets pineda throw his tantrums and attacks. it plays dead and lets him think he can win. it enjoys toying with him. it wants to be smarter. bigger. what will it do when it gets out? it's going to absorb enough people to form a new dome?? or something else? what if it wants to make mini fat human golems and spread them around
Item #: SCP-3132
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Embedded agents in television stations are to monitor and shutdown any broadcasts showing SCP-3132 events. Amnestics are to be administered to all civilians affected by SCP-3132 after the conclusion of the event.
All personnel attempting to infiltrate, record, or study SCP-3132 events must possess a MARS9 score of 3 or higher, and must be equipped with hearing protection.
Description: SCP-3132 is a phenomenon affecting televised spelling bee competitions in the United States.
Upon the beginning of an SCP-3132 event, contestants will begin to recite the spellings of completely different words than the ones asked. Judges will not note any abnormalities and will always consider these responses to be completely correct, allowing the competition to proceed. Any contestant who recites the original word requested will be marked incorrect, and eliminated from the competition.
When 14 or fewer contestants remain, SCP-3132 will enter Stage 2. During this stage, most parents and guardians of the contestants will tend to leave their seats and congregate behind the judges, although the parents of contestants that have been eliminated will attempt to leave the building, but will be unable to open the doors. Testing has shown that the doors will remain closed even with an arbitrarily large amount of force applied to them. Remaining contestants will stand in a circle, facing inward.
When a contestant takes their turn, they will turn to face the judges. Judges will then recite a passage from a seemingly random book (see file 3132-K for a full list), and the contestant will then speak in a heavily distorted voice, using sounds that do not correspond to phonemes in any known language. Several of these phrases have turned out to be mild auditory cognitohazards; their effects have so far included immediate hair loss, temporary blindness, rapid weight gain, and uncontrollable crying. Noticeably, the contestants and judges are not affected by these cognitohazards.
Judges will disqualify at least one contestant each round; however, no consistent pattern has yet been found to explain these disqualifications.
When only three contestants remain, SCP-3132 will enter Stage 3. At this stage, the judges will usually leave their seats and attempt to leave the building. The parents of the remaining contestants will then fill the vacant seats. At this stage, the contestants become unable to speak. The parents will repeatedly prompt the contestants with ordinary English words, before appearing to argue with the other parents. At this point, any contestant that leaves the stage will vanish and reappear directly outside the doors of the building.
Research regarding the conditions necessary to trigger SCP-3132 events has so far been inconclusive.
Pokénomalies
2829 - Gastrodon
3031 - Nihilego
3233 - Shaymin
3435 - Tyrantrum
3637 - Cubone
3839 - Muk
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Chat snippets
14:03 weryllium Are you ready, Dr?
14:03 subtletea or gentle lady, or honorable non- binary person
14:03 weryllium AYE AYE O5
14:03 Quikngruvn .w bimini
14:03 jarvis quikngruvn: Bimini - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bimini - Bimini /ˈbɪmᵻniː/ is the westernmost district of the Bahamas and comprises a chain of islands located about 80 kilometres (50 mi) due east of Miami. Bimini is the closest point in the Bahamas to […]
14:03 Dr0Shadow For what
14:03 subtletea depending
14:03 Dr0Shadow NO BAD
14:03 weryllium I can't hear you!
14:03 WestyDude AYE AYE O5
14:03 Dr0Shadow STOP PLEASE
14:03 WestyDude Ooooooooooooooh
14:03 weryllium who lives in a containment cell at site 19
14:03 subtletea .w ayeaye
14:03 jarvis subtletea: Phyllomedusa ayeaye - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phyllomedusa_ayeaye - Phyllomedusa ayeaye is a species of frog in the Hylidae family. It is endemic to Brazil. Its natural habitats are subtropical or tropical moist shrublands, rivers, and freshwater marshes. P. […]
14:03 Dr0Shadow NUUUUUUU
14:04 WestyDude SCP-173!
14:04 jarvis westydude: SCP-173: The Sculpture - The Original (written 8 years ago by Moto42; rating: +2286) - http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-173
14:04 weryllium concrete and strangly and messy is he
14:04 WestyDude SCP One Seven three!
14:04 subtletea read that as strangely messey
14:04 weryllium if euclid-class nonsense be something you wish
14:04 Dr0Shadow He'll you neck at the drop of a hat
14:04 WestyDude SCP One Seven Three!
14:05 Dr0Shadow Wait shit ninja'd
14:05 Dr0Shadow *snap
14:05 Dr0Shadow He'll snap your neck
14:05 **weryllium then send in D-class to smack him with a fish
14:05 WestyDude SCP One Seven Thr- Wait what?
14:05 WestyDude A fish?
14:05 kidf that's most unorthodox
14:05 WestyDude Your rhyming sucks wery
14:05 weryllium it had to rhyme with fish, dammit
14:05 Dr0Shadow THAT FAILED HORRIDLY SIR
14:05 weryllium I was on the spot!
14:06 weryllium rhyme with wish
14:06 WestyDude "It will serve captain crunch as a side dish"
14:06 Dr0Shadow CONTAINMENT BREACH IMMINENT
14:06 weryllium that's so much better
Character Profile U
Name: Ursula Nunez
Age: 29
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 68 kg
Relationship Status: I love my guns.
Organization: Foundation
Clearance level: 3
Employee ID: 24975364-729
Degree (if applicable): N/A
Position(s): Member of MTF Psi-2
Appearance: Shoulder length, straight, dark brown hair with green highlights on the right side (Always tied in a sock bun). Hazel eyes. (I don't really know how to describe faces??) Skin tone is darker than a white person's, but not by much.
Athletic, i guess. Looks sorta like a Mexican Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers).
Casual attire: Jeans. All the time. Even for sleep. And then just T-shirts and hiking boots. She never dresses up. Ever.
Personality:
Ursula: So how does this work?
Plot Device: You're going to tell me about yourself. Your personality, your life experiences, anything.
Ursula: Why?
Plot Device: Just because. But you have to be completely honest.
Ursula: Fine. Where should I start?
Plot Device: Start with yourself. How would you describe yourself?
Ursula: Uh, let's see. I'm determined. I'm goal-oriented. I don't give up easily.
Plot Device: Mmhmm. Why did you choose to work for the Foundation?
Ursula: I felt almost like I had to, you know?
Plot Device: I don't. Please go on.
Ursula: I got offered to help protect the world, by doing the only thing I'm good at. How could I pass that up? …I don't know. I just feel like, this is my one shot to make an actual fucking difference in the world.
Plot Device: What do you mean by that?
Ursula: It's just, ugh. I've never really felt like I'm good enough for anything else. But they hired me for a reason, and I really don't care if that reason is "good at making extinct things extinct again". It just, I don't know, reassures me that I'm worth something. That's why I put so much effort into what I do. That's why I go crazy training.
Plot Device: Does your team know how you feel?
Ursula: Practically no one does. Except Stella. I put on a cactus-y exterior for everyone else. I shoot T-Rexes in the face for a living, I'm supposed to be tough. It's just that I can't fail.
Plot Device: Can't, or afraid to?
Ursula: Both. I'm part of the Foundation now. I have one job, one thing that's solely my responsibility. If I fail that then a lot of shit will go down.
Plot Device: How does this mindset affect you?
Ursula: It's depressingly inspirational.
Plot Device: How so?
Ursula: If I absolutely can't fail, then I have to make sure I'm as prepared as possible. I can't afford to be lazy. I can't afford to not be ready. If the world is on my shoulders then I have to be strong.
Plot Device: I'm not sure that's entirely healthy.
Ursula: I don't really care anymore.
Plot Device: Let's try another route. Tell me your story.
Ursula: I was from a small town in Ohio. Mixed; my mom was white as hell and my dad was Mexican. We had a nice, quiet life.
Plot Device: OK.
Ursula: My mom decided to teach me to shoot when I was eleven.
Plot Device: How receptive were you to this?
Ursula: Oh, very. I loved it from the first day.
Plot Device: It says here you competed.
Ursula: Sure did. Won a competition when I was 19, in fact.
Plot Device: What motivated you?
Ursula: I don't know. I just wanted to win, and I found something I could win at.
Plot Device: Interesting.
Ursula: After that I was approached for a job by Splendid Crop Protection, taking out coyotes and feral pigs and stuff. After a few years working there I took down a literal monster one night, scariest night of my life.
Plot Device: Describe this night.
Ursula: Right. So I was on guard duty, me and this other dude. He was new, about a month on the job. Didn't really know him very well.
Plot Device: Did he have a name?
Ursula: God, that was years ago. It was Anthony, I think. Anyway, I was switched to the late night shift last minute. Guy in charge gave me this monitor, said to call it in if it ever flashed a blue light. Piece of garbage didn't light up once, but whatever. Anyway, it was around 1 in the morning and I'm just about to start my patrol while Anthony grabs coffee. So I walked out the back door, take a single step and I just hear this ridiculously loud growl echoing through the dark. God, I still can't describe exactly what it sounded like.
Plot Device: Try anyway.
Ursula: Fine. Think Godzilla roar plus xenomorph from Alien, mixed with your family's screams.
Plot Device: So you can describe it.
Ursula: Screw you. So anyway, I almost drop my gun when I hear this fucking sound.
Plot Device: What was your first thought?
Ursula: Well, my first thought was 'Oh god the fucking chupacabra is real, abuelita was right all along". My second thought was that if she was still alive and kicking, she'd want me to make her a nice coat out of it.
Plot Device: Uh-
Ursula: Man, you would have liked her. Really sweet lady.
Plot Device: …So what happened next, then?
Ursula: Well, I hit the alert button. Then I looked out at the field and saw a rustling shape moving through the cornrows. I get in position and of course, right at that moment Anthony comes back. So I tried to explain everything as calmly as possible.
Plot Device: What exactly did you say?
Ursula: "There's a fucking chupacabra in that field and we're going to kill it real quick."
Plot Device: …
Ursula: He shrugged and grabbed his gun and was like, "OK." I wish I could be that cool.
Plot Device: …
Ursula: Anyway right as he said that the thing burst out of the ground, growling from all of its heads. We fired at it and took out a few of its eyes, then it smacked me with its tail.
Plot Device: What happened to Anthony?
Ursula: Oh, he perforated a good two of its heads before it started shouting. Anthony later explained it had a cognitohazardous voice or something, cause he started screaming like a little girl as he was shooting.
Plot Device: That's not in its file.
Ursula: …that bastard!
Plot Device: Anyway, continue.
Ursula: So by now it's only got two heads left, I shoot it right between three of the eyes on its left head. It starts flailing like crazy, and smacks me into the wall with its tail, and now I'm on the ground.
Plot Device:
Ursula: I'm scrambling backwards, trying to get back to my gun, and it's roaring in my face. Then Anthony shot it in the neck.
Plot Device: That's it?
Ursula: Well, I had an opening, so I grabbed a shovel and hacked its neck a few times, while Anthony kept shooting. We smashed its other heads, just to be safe, and that's when these tactical looking dudes showed up.
Plot Device: Were you scared?
Ursula: Well, a little bit, but then I figured that they probably wouldn't fire me for this, since I was technically doing my job.
Plot Device: …
Ursula: Anyway, at that point they bag up the carcass without saying a word. This older lady comes out of a van and takes me and Anthony in.
Plot Device: Then what?
Ursula: Well, she basically explained that the whole point of the job was to test potential recruits for the Foundation. I could either join and kill things like that thing for a living, or else get my memory wiped and moved over to an actually mundane job.
Plot Device: Obviously you said yes, but how did you decide?
Ursula: Well, the adrenaline pumping through me answered for me. Lady didn't even get to finish her pitch before I said yes.
Plot Device: So…
Ursula: You already have my file, dude. It clearly says that I worked Site Security for about 5 years before being recruited to Psi-2.
Plot Device: How did that transition go?
Ursula: Man, can't I tell you some other time? I'm starving and I really need to take a nap or something.
Plot Device: Fine. Same time tomorrow?
Ursula: Seriously?
Plot Device: No, you don't actually have a choice. I just wanted to be nice.
Background: ~
Character Profile S]]
Name: Stella De la Cruz
Age: 34
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 149 lb
Relationship Status: Single
Organization: Foundation
Clearance level: 4
Employee ID: 64891565-089
Degree (if applicable): __
Position(s): Commander of MTF Psi-2
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Name: Raquel Orozco
Age: 32
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Stella closed the door behind her and sighed. She stood against the small table, gripped the edges, and twisted her back, enjoying the snapping sounds that resonated through the small room. Refreshed, she sat down in her chair and opened her laptop.
One new message, straight from the Director of Task Forces. She opened it, crossing her fingers. Her mind raced to formulate possible responses.
Yes, Director, we've only contained 3 SCPs in the last quarter, but…
Director, with all due respect, our budget is far lower than that of many other combat MTFs…
The message loaded.
To: MTF Phi-2 Commander Stella Delacruz
From: Director of Task ForcesSubject: Updates to General MTF Requirements
Per Ethics Committee ruling 1671242.9 , all combat- and containment- based MTF units are now required to undergo regular psychological evaluations.
Your assigned liaison is Dr. Mark Palanez at Site-119Your compliance is acknowledged and appreciated.
Signed, Director ___
Stella sighed with relief and closed the message. She rubbed the back of her neck and proceeded to the kitchen. Almost forgot, it's my turn to cook dinner.
The four members of MTF Phi-2 now sat around the table, digging into the massive tray of enchiladas. Stella smiled as she reached over and served Angie another serving.
Monday
The sky darkened as the sun lined up behind the titanic rock frozen in the air. Ursula Nunez reloaded her oversized rifle and took aim.
BOOM!
The round punched a hole in the chitinous mask covering the beast's face. The cancerous tissue was already beginning to knit itself back together, but as the horrific dinosaur staggered back a step a massive, armored black tyrannosaur took advantage of the opening. Its teeth clamped down on the base of the fleshy reptile's neck, and with a whoosh the hydraulics on the sides of its skull pumped, the jaws slammed shut, and the head fell to the ground. The black beast stomped its foot and the head was no more.
Ursula gently touched her rosary, wiped her forehead, and loaded another round.
the previous Wednesday…
To: MTF Psi-2 Leader (Stella de la Cruz)
From: SCP-4041 Project Head (Dr. Máximo Mendoza)
Subject: Psi-2 AssignmentGood day, Ms. de la Cruz. I am sending this message to notify you that MTF Psi-2 ("Clever Girls") has been assigned to initial exploration of SCP-4041. Please have your team fully prepared and equipped by 0600 hours tomorrow. You will be flown in at exactly 0700 hours.
Your mission will consist of initial exploration and reconnaissance of a spatial anomaly located underground in the Yucatan peninsula. I have attached the relevant portions of its SCP documentation. In addition, your team will be accompanied by a designated Specialist; you will be briefed with her upon your arrival.
1 attachment(s).
(SCP-4041.fdoc)With regards,
Dr. Máximo Mendoza
Thursday…
"So. We're flying all the way to Mexico to walk into a big ol' mystery portal. That we're not even sure has fucking dinosaurs." Ursula lay on the couch, cracking her thumbs.
"Yeah, basically. Also, for the love of God, stop doing that."
"What, this?" She bent her thumb at a seemingly unnatural angle, releasing a crisp, clear crack. "Ahhhhhh."
Stella clamped her hands over her ears. "Ursula, how you gonna shoot the guns if your fingers are all arthritic?"
"Come on, that's just a myth. It helps keep my fingers loose."
Raquel popped a grape in her mouth. "Don't expect me to bail you out if your fingers fall off during the mission."
"Whatever. Why do we have to go in, anyway? Can't they just send a drone or something?"
Stella rubbed her temples. "The spatial anomaly. It heavily distorts any electromagnetic radiation going through it. So no remote controls, no scans, nothing."
"Well, that's convenient."
"It is what it is. Angie, did you pack yet?"
Angie was idly playing with her Velociraptor feather necklace. "¿Perdon?"
"I said-"
"She's saying pack all your shit because you take forever to pack."
"Alright, alright! You sound just like my mom, by the way."
Ursula rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna hit the training room one more time. Raquel, Stella, either of you coming with me?"
"Nah."
"Mmmm… maybe next time."
"Suit yourselves." Ursula grabbed her bag and started walking out of the room.
Shortly after the official christening of the task force, Stella had spoken to the head researchers of SCP-1905. Since it was a low-priority, well-understood item, they encouraged her to file the request for her task force to use it. Surprisingly, the request was approved, the paperwork processed, and the gun was shipped to the armory, where it now waited on the Clever Girls' whim.
The bored security officer sitting behind the armory window looked up. Ursula waved to him.
"Another round? Weren't you just here Monday?"
"The girls and I got assigned to a skip, I just wanted to get some last-minute practice."
"Nice. I assume you can't tell me any details?"
Ursula cocked her head. "Well, duh. You know how it is here."
"See if they'll let you bring a souvenir."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Gracias. Anyway, you know the drill. At this point you might as well just keep it in your room, God knows you use it more than its researchers do. ID?"
"Here."
"Punch in your MTF security code here ."
Ursula didn't even need to look at the keys anymore.
"All set. Rico'll meet you at the range."
"Thanks, Juan."
Ursula walked through the sterile hallways and popped her neck joints. She didn't really need the training right now, if she was being honest with herself.
Rico retrieved SCP-1905 from its storage locker and handed it to Ursula. "Playing on normal or expert today?"
She grinned. "Expert."
Rico handed her a single .577 tyrannosaur round along with her customized rifle. "That's what I thought. Have fun!"
When SCP-1905 is loaded and within 3 meters of an individual capable of firing it, an instance of SCP-1905-1 will spontaneously manifest relatively close to SCP-1905. SCP-1905 will misfire unless it is aimed directly at an instance of SCP-1905-1.
If SCP-1905 is still loaded when an instance of SCP-1905-1 is destroyed, a new instance of SCP-1905-1 will materialize in close proximity to SCP-1905.
The gun was designed to be used on its own, but Ursula found that reloading the oversized gun, one-shotting the dino, and repeating got old quickly. So she set out to find a way to increase the excitement. By strapping SCP-1905 to her back while loaded, she could effectively fight dinosaurs one on one with ordinary weapons for however long she wanted. An attachment developed by an enthusiastic researcher allowed her to remotely load or unload the Dino Hunter 6 with a button press, ending the session.
Ursula cracked her knuckles one more time, loaded her rifle, and hit the blue button to load.
A single second of anticipation as her muscles tensed.
"ROOOOOAAAAARRRRRRR!"
A Gorgosaurus appeared out of thin air in the corner of the reinforced steel and concrete box.
Eww. Brown all over. Looks like a mutated coconut. You'd think the people who made this would make them more flashy.
"Ben aca, ugly."
"ROOOARR!"
Ursula fired. Direct hit to the carnivore's neck, but it kept advancing. A second shot, this time right in its ugly face. The dino staggered, and Ursula quickly sidestepped its charge. Two more shots to the back of the neck, and it collapsed in a heap.
Whatever kind of person decided that manufacturing a dinosaur-summoning gun was a good idea, Ursula decided she liked them. According to Angie, someone in Investigation Division had once let slip that they had found a possible lead on the manufacturer, as well as a possible instance of a Dino Hunter Model 7, but nothing ever came of that, to Ursula's eternal disappointment.
Eleven perforated piles of fiberglass and plaster later, Ursula was finally ready to call it a night. Angie and Raquel often asked her why she got so much satisfaction out of reptilian-fueled adrenaline rushes. She never told them the truth, but deep down it all stemmed from a single incident, long ago when she was just a child.
She decided to take out some of this rage on the next subject, a red and yellow streaked Concavenator. Ursula pressed the red button, disengaging the round from SCP-1905. This would be the last dinosaur tonight.
A careful shot, and a hole appeared in the theropod dinosaur's jaw.
My entire childhood, he was there.
The predator reeled and bit blindly.
I'd see him in my nightmares.
It spun its tail at Ursula, who ducked and fired another shot into the Concavenator's thigh.
Tormenting me.
Another shot and the fiberglass gave way, and the dinosaur fell to pieces.
I fucking hate you, Barney.
Ursula exited the chamber and returned SCP-1905 to Rico. Then she cleaned and disassembled her own gun, and packed it in its bag. She definitely felt much better now.
in the room, still Thursday
Stella and Raquel watched over a large pot on the small stove.
"Stella! Cover it! If the steam gets out it'll be all dry."
"Okay, okay!"
"Now turn down the heat a little."
"Where'd you learn how to do this, anyway?"
"Didn't your mom teach you how to make rice?"
"No, not really."
"Then it's settled. Next time they give us time off, we're driving down to my mom's so you can get some culture in you."
"Culture? You're the whitest Mexican I know, Raquel."
"Besides yourself? Look, do you want my mom's cooking secrets or not?"
"Fine, fine. How much longer, anyway?"
"Should be ready right about… now. Turn off the stove."
"Ooh, that looks really good. I'm gonna call Angie."
"She's probably still packing, but yeah."
Raquel moved the pot over and began serving the rice onto plates, making sure to save some for Ursula when she got back. She added the chicken strips on top (she didn't trust Stella to cook them right yet), and spread some mole on hers.
Stella walked out of the warm kitchen and into the hallway, hanging the apron on a hook on the wall. She walked over and knocked on the ajar door.
"Angie?"
"Yeah, come in."
Stella opened the door and saw Angie sitting on top of her overstuffed suitcase, reading her laptop.
"You all packed?"
"Oh yeah, I finished that in no time. Then I found this new paper on a thyreophoran fossil in England and got a little distracted." Stella smiled, switching through the 25 or so tabs she had open. "And then that one led me to this one about stegosaur tracks in Portugal, and then-"
"Naw, don't worry, it's cool. Oh, and I made dinner, if you're hungry right now."
"Wait, you made it? You could kill a T-Rex with the abomination you created last time you tried."
"It was just pozole!"
"We were this close to getting someone to designate it as an SCP."
Stella sighed.
"Raquel helped this time."
"Oh. Well in that case, I'll be over in a minute."
"I hate you."
Angie closed her laptop and walked out the door, past Stella.
"Not as much as my stomach hated you that week."
Ursula came back, and opened the door to the dorm. She dropped her bag in the corner and walked towards the small table. Angie waved her over.
"Ursula! You won't believe it! Stella cooked and we're still somehow alive!"
"No way. You're all under some, memetic thingie or something."
"Take this plate we saved for you, and see for yourself."
"Oh, alright." Ursula sat down, and cautiously lifted a fork to her mouth.
She finished chewing, and swallowed, while the other three waited with bated breath.
Without a word, Ursula grabbed another forkful, a little more quickly this time, eliciting a relieved sigh from her teammates.
She ended up getting seconds.
"Alright, lights out. We've got a big day tomorrow."
Ursula was already half-asleep. "Yeah, yeah."
"Angie, turn that thing off. You can read it on the plane."
"Stella, you know I only need, like, three hours of sleep."
"Not falling for that one again. Go to sleep already."
"Fiiiiine. Good night."
"Night."
Stella walked back to the adjoined room and climbed onto her top bunk. Raquel was already out, her arms and legs sticking out from the bottom bunk. Stella kicked off her Triceratops slippers and yawned. Deep down, she was still a little apprehensive. Dr. Mendoza had assured her that she now had all the information she needed, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she and her team were still unprepared for whatever anomaly was in that cave. Think. What would Mom say? Stella closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Sí se puede. I can do this. I'm ready. My friends are ready. The Foundation knows we can handle it. I know we can handle it. Then she finally drifted off to sleep, a faint smile on her face.
She bolted upright.
Shit!
She set her alarm, and went back to sleep again.
Item #: SCP-ROAR
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: The caverns containing SCP-ROAR, SCP-ROAR-Alpha, and SCP-ROAR-Beta are to be sealed with concrete. standard keep people away yadda yadda. Provisionary Site-729 has been built within the caverns, around SCP-ROAR.
Description: SCP-ROAR is a spherical spatial anomaly located in a large cavern in [need to wikipedia], Mexico. SCP-ROAR encompasses a radius of 1400 m. The cavern had been sealed until a recent earthquake in the area caused an opening to form.
SCP-ROAR-Alpha is a hemispherical space 1400 m in radius, encompassed by a transparent boundary.
The interior of SCP-ROAR-Alpha is visible with minor light distortion but is unable to be accessed by any known means at this time. Observation using long-range cameras has revealed the presence of stone structures arranged in a circle near the inner edge of SCP-ROAR, as well as a larger structure in the geometric center of SCP-ROAR.
Occasionally reptilian creatures (designated SCP-ROAR-1) can be seen within SCP-ROAR. SCP-ROAR-1 instances typically resemble dinosaur genera from the late Cretaceous period (including __, __, and __) with some differences. Notably, bipedal species walk with a more human-like (find better word) gait, and all species appear to vocalize (although no sounds can cross the boundary). Most instances wear clothing and pieces of metal, and generally walk slowly around the circle of stone structures before walking into the boundary and disappearing. Once every 177 days, large numbers of SCP-ROAR-1 will congregate around and inside the central structure and appear to take part in a ceremony or celebration lasting the entire day.
SCP-ROAR-1 instances are apparently capable of seeing through the barrier as well, (because someone waved at them and they followed along. Or something).
Crossing the boundary of SCP-ROAR results in instantaneous transportation to another reality within SCP-ROAR, designated SCP-ROAR-Alpha.
(basically you go from baseline outside to dinoworld bubble. inhabitants from dinoworld can also pass through and end up inside our bubble. i'l figure out how to write that in clinical later.)
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Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: ██/██/████
Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Psi-2 (“Clever Girls”)
Subject: SCP-ROAR
Team Lead: Stella De la Cruz
Team Members: Angelica Iglesias (ψ-2 Paleontologist/Paraherpetologist), Ursula Nunez (ψ-2 Heavy Weapons), Raquel Orozco (ψ-2 Tracker/Sniper), Selena Salvador (Specialist)Notes: MTF Psi-2 was selected for this exploration due to the possibility of dinosaurian entities similar to those viewable through SCP-ROAR… and tasked to enter SCP-ROAR and locate its perimeter if possible, as well as catalog any entities within to establish preemptive defensive and containment procedures. Specialist was brought along because we saw some magic stuff while looking through the bubble, better safe than sorry. All team members were equipped with tethers and whatever else they need.
[BEGIN LOG]
De la Cruz: Mic check.
Iglesias: Check.
Nunez: Check.
Orozco: Check.
Salvador: Uh, yeah, check.
De la Cruz: Alright. God, it's hot out here. Raquel, drop a beacon here and we'll start along the perimeter.
Orozco: Done.
Iglesias: What's that up there? Another moon?
Orozco looks up through her scope.
Orozco: That's no moon.
De la Cruz: Dammit Raquel-
Orozco: It's a gigantic rock, but it's way too low. It's just hanging there.
Nunez: Wait, if there's dinosaurs here, would that mean-
Orozco: Si. It's the asteroid.
De la Cruz: It might be. We still haven't seen any dinosaurs.
Orozco: Right.
The team continues to walk for two minutes.
Orozco: Pare.
De la Cruz: What is it?
Orozco: Shhhh. See how quiet it is? No bugs or wind or anything. Even the ground is barely making sound.
De la Cruz: Spooky. Keep your ears open.
Iglesias: Wait, there's something over there.
De la Cruz: Good eye, Angie. Lock and load, girls.
The team approaches the object, which upon further inspection is revealed to be a large stegosaurian dinosaur.
Nunez: Is it dead?
Iglesias: Nah, look, it's still standing and its eyes are open. It's not moving, though.
De la Cruz: Don't let your guard down.
Iglesias: Yeah yeah, I know. It's not going anywhere, though. Damn.
Nunez: Look at all this stuff it's got stuck to it. Armor, spikes, I don't even know what these thingies are. Hey, Selena, do you recognize any of these symbols?
Salvador: Hmm. Most of these are most likely just decorative. They don't match any symbols I'm familiar with. This component is interesting, though; it looks like a primitive solar cell. By flexing its tail a certain way these circles here would close and charge its tail spikes with electricity for a brief burst.
Orozco: Damn.
Salvador: Here's the weird part. It's still charged but the power hasn't dissipated.
SCP-ROAR Extra Stuff
Angelica Iglesias (ψ-2 Paleontologist/Paraherpetologist)
Ursula Nunez (ψ-2 Heavy Weapons)
Raquel Orozco (ψ-2 Tracker/Sniper)
Selena Salvador (Specialist)
SCP-ROAR-Beta through -Theta are the designations for a variety of large dinosaurian entities and cadavers located around SCP-ROAR or inside SCP-ROAR-Alpha.
Designation | Species | Instances Found | Description |
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Beta | Triceratops | 19 | blah blah |
Gamma | Unidentified pachycephalosaurid | 37 | Gamma measure an average 6.5 m in length. Gammas possess unusually reinforced leg bones and greatly enlarged brain size. Gamma instances also have a mechanism in their skulls, seemingly designed to convert kinetic energy from headbashing into a burst of psionic energy. |
Delta | Parasaurolophus | 14 | blah blah |
Epsilon | Alamosaurus | blah blah | |
Zeta | x | blah blah | |
Eta | x | blah blah | |
Theta | A previously-uncategorized theropod of the class Carnosauria | 2 | Theta marks the largest known dinosauroid present in SCP-ROAR, measuring approximately 18 m in length, and has been unofficially named Teratophagarex beryllodon. Both Theta instances possess armor plates, both natural, bony plates as well as implanted plates composed of an iridium alloy. Both Theta instances also possess a rudimentary hydraulic system attached to the sides of their jaws, presumed to allow for more force to be delivered while biting. |
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SCP-ROAR-Iota refers to the dead entities located within SCP-ROAR-Alpha. Iota entities are bipedal mammals fleshcrafting dinosaurs (not necessarily Sarkic) ##blue[figure out description], blah blah claw marks and weaponry match wounds on the dinos.##
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SCP-ROAR-Omega is a partial corpse; extrapolations suggest it may have measured up to 600m at full size. Part of SCP-ROAR-Omega is located outside of the 1400 m radius and has presumably decayed over time; the remaining portion mainly consists of two legs, a torso, and a severed hand. SCP-ROAR-Omega contains a broken crystalline mass in the center of its chest; and SCP-ROAR-Omega was apparently in the process of being impaled through said mass by an SCP-ROAR-Zeta instance wielding a large rod.
Regardless, the events take place before any effects would be visible anyway.
16:57 I have a nebulous story so far.
17:02 These mammal beings (not sure what yet) are attempting to summon some eldritch monstrosity using a ritual. An earthquake breaks one of their circles and the resulting Backlash causes a brief gravitational anomaly that moves the asteroid into a collision course. The dinos /kill/ the eldritch being and have to quickly find a way to stop the asteroid, with their final solution breaking spacetime so hard that the spherical hole forms, freezing them in time
17:02 but destroying the asteroid.
17:03 And like all my ideas, it sounds a lot stupider out loud :P
List of possible dinosaurs by location:
Mexico:
New Mexico:
Colorado:
Montana:
South America:
Exploration Log ROAR-01:
Mobile Task Force Psi-2 ("Clever Girls")
Stella DE LA CRUZ: Leader (template: I)
Angelica IGLESIAS: Paleontologist/dinologist (template: D)
Ursula NUNEZ: has the big gun (template: M)
Raquel OROZCO: Tracker/sniper (template: A)
SALVADOR: Thaumatologist guest star
- first they'll examine the area surrounding the bubble, where a couple carcasses and artifacts are
- next is the preliminary mission into the bubble
- everywhere within ~1 km of ground zero bubble is frozen in time
- find frozen dinosaurs and dead cultists
- find dead teratophagarex (get them to wonder what the hell could kill one)
- find carcass of eldritch being (HSQ!)
- send drone up to scan the symbols
- iridium dust everywhere (!)
- find living dinosauroid descendants around the site, apparently it's become a holy site for them; team retreats to primeverse moved to description
Gnorthen and Sarrinnab
A new moon draped the Valley in darkness.
Witch-mother Kelmura slowly walked toward the camp, keeping her body low to the ground. The Struthiomimus raised an arm and the two Ouranosaurus stopped and allowed Kelmura to inspect their sails. Satisfied, Kelmura inched closer and waved her tail to signal to her Hunters. Eight of her most faithful Thescelosaurus flanked her, wielding guns and spears. Kelmura led her warriors to the nest.
One of the Carim guards, a two-headed Nodocephalosaurus with armored eyes for nodes paced outside. Its eyes moved in strange patterns, occasionally locking onto the group of dinosaurs approaching. The colorful patterns on the sails twirled and twisted, and the brains of the guard remained oblivious to the intruders.
Many legends were told of the Ones Who Came Before, all of them conflicting and all of them true in their own way. The wanderers of the mountains claimed they were demons, long since banished. The tribes of the north said they were explorers. The Carim saw them as enlightened gods of great wisdom and skill, and claimed that their ancestors learned their magic arts from a One Who Came Before, in its temple.
As for Kelmura and the Children of the Valley, it mattered not what the Ones were. Kelmura had seen their temple with her own eyes, and she knew it was both more and less than what the stories told.
She had seen the walls of stone, metal and glass. She had seen the bones of the Ones and their white shrouds. She had touched their Works, or at least what remained of them after the Carim had pillaged the temple so long ago. And she knew that no matter how wise or powerful the Ones were, they were gone and she remained. She and the Children of the Valley would learn from them and move forward.
However, the Children were not the only ones who honored the knowledge of the Ones. The Carim also revered them, and had taken much from the temple. Most of this knowledge was used in horrific attempts to increase their strength, and the Children had battled them endlessly. Now, however, she had received word that the Carim intended to use the dark technology and magic to create a monster, more fearsome than any they had faced before.
Kelmura, satisfied that the sentries could not perceive them, guided her warriors towards the large structure. She sent one of the Ouranosaurus along with half of her squad as a diversion, and took the remaining four Thescelosaurus into the structure, leaving the Ouranosaurus outside to ensure they were not spotted. Now that they were out of sight, Kelmura and her Hunters removed the protective stoneglass coverings from their eyes.
Kelmura unsheathed her knife. It cut easily through the chitin and bone walls of the massive tent thanks to the enchantment placed on it. Small symbols carved onto the hilt transformed moisture in the air to a miraculous substance that dissolved the hard shell.
The building was not completely dark; growths the size of Kelmura's head sprouted from the walls randomly and illuminated the interior with a sickly, pulsing red light. Vats and wombs and other biological contraptions were arranged dissonantly, occasionally twitching or spurting. Kelmura flicked her tail, and two of the Thescelosaurus descended down a darker walkway.
A tentacled mass with a central eye emerged from the ceiling. Two shots from the two Hunters' guns and it fell from the ceiling lifelessly. Kelmura entered, and waved her staff, filling the room with pale blue light. The Hunters readied their guns, but Kelmura sensed there was nothing in this den except corpses and broken eggshells. Her source was mistaken; there was only failure and death here.
Wait.
Something else.
Please.
Kelmura stepped into the carnage.
Alone.
There. Two mostly intact eggshells, each with a newborn dinosaur within. Kelmura bent down and nudged one open with her snout. A deformed, oversized newborn tyrannosaur stared back at her, its skin as black as night. No matter the atrocities of the Carim, this child had done no wrong. Its death here would serve no purpose. She opened the other egg. This one was a brilliant blue, and it shared the irregular bony protrusions and shriveled jaws and legs of its sibling.
"Come, Hunters. We are done here."
"And these creatures?"
"Bring them back to the village. I- will raise them as my own."
She carried them away then. And as they looked up in wonder at the moonless night, they saw the stars for the first time.
Gnorthen and Sinnarab grew strong, under the care of the Children of the Valley.