SCP-XXXX

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: A secure perimiter of 25 meters is to be established around SCP-XXXX at all times. Instances of SCP-XXXX-1 are to be kept performing assigned tasks at all times. Under no circumstances is an instance of SCP-XXXX-1 to be allowed to stop performing an assigned task. A donkey is to be ritually sacrificed upon the altar located inside of SCP-XXXX-2 once a week by a virginal female dressed in traditional Greek clothing. All products of SCP-XXXX are to be sold under the Foundation front company "Sweeny's Car Parts"

Description: SCP XXXX is the site of the X Automotive Factory in Redacted. SCP-XXXX-1 is the collective manufacturing workforce of said factory. Instances of SCP-XXXX are impervious to injury, disease, age and exhaustion as long as they are performing their assigned tasks.. If an instance is prevented from performing an assigned task, or stops performing an assigned task for more than 30 seconds, they will die. Instances have been shown to be impervious to all forms of injury and damage, and need no rest or sustainance. The only vocalization that has been heard from instances is "This is the blessing of Ponos", in ancient Greek. Tests performed on deceased instances have shown that they are biologically human, but suffering from the effects of extreme age, starvation, dehydration and sleep depravation. SCP XXXX-2 is a shrine to Ponos, Greek God of Labor, located in what was once the employee cafeteria. Building plans and city records show that the renovation occured sometime in the early 1950s, shortly before the factory supposedly ceased operation, all manufacturing staff was laid off, and all administrative staff were replaced by members of the Nikopopolus family. Police records from this time period have also indicated that members of the family were suspected in the disappearance of several runaways, migrant workers, and other transients from the area, although nothing has ever been conclusively proven. Evidence from the factory's logbooks shows that the machinery within the factory has been in continuous operation since x December, 195X. Company leadership has changed several times within this period, with the son and grandson of company founder Redacted Nikopopolus taking over the position of president successively. However, all staff have been members of the Nikopopolus family,

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Cindy Macalbee knew exactly where she was. She didn't know how or why she was here, but she knew where "here" was. It was the set of that awful show she watched on Netflix a couple of weeks ago. She didn't know why she had clicked on it. Maybe something about the bad grammar was endearing. "Laugh with us and all problem go laugh and laugh with friend and family and laugh make happy" was all the description said. She figured that it was some bad English translation of a foreign show. It turned out to be some sort of hidden camera prank show. The episode she had watched turned out to have the theme of "Cashews", which she found to be oddly specific. The first segment of the episode featured someone dying of a violent allergic reaction to cashews, and it only got worse from there. Not that anyone on the show seemed to mind. They all seemed to think it was the funniest thing ever, at least after the host appeared. Despite all of the horrors that were inflicted upon the people on the show, the host was the worst of it. Cindy never saw his face. Heck, she wasn't even sure he was human. At any rate, he was at least using a fake name. "Laughy McLaugherson". Jesus Christ, the man, assuming he was a man, couldn't even think of a decent pseudonym. He clearly took the first name that came across his mind, no matter how dumb it sounded. And it sounded really, really dumb. A loud buzzer broke Cindy out of her reverie. Suddenly, Laughy McLaugherson himself was standing at the front of the stage. Cindy was right to assume he wasn't a man, at least not fully. She quickly realized why they never showed his head on camera.
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SCP-2xxx
Class: Safe
Containment: SCP-2xxx is to be kept in a locked box in Site-19

Description: SCP-2xxx is a bullhorn that renders people highly succeptable to believing in anything shouted through it. The level of suceptability varies, but has been found to be highest with ideological beliefs.
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SCP-3XXX
Class: Euclid

Containment: All instances of SCP-3XXX-2 are to be kept within the town limits of redacted Mississippi at all times. Any personelle showing extreme nostalgia or resistance to modern technology are to be taken in for evaluation.

Description: SCP 3XXX is the town of Broadvale Mississippi. All cultural and technological advancement within the town limits appears to have stopped in early 1947. Any objects that were invented or made with technology that was invented after December 31, 1946 will be destroyed by an as-yet unknown force. SCP-3xxx-2 refers to the citizens of Broadvale.

SCP-3XXX first came to the attention of the foundation in 1981, with reports of a Poliovirus outbreak, 3 years after the official last case of the disease in North America.

Interview log:

Ezra Stanton: When I was young, the world seemed so chaotic. The first thing I can remember was my daddy getting fired from his job at the factory. This would have been in the early days of the depression, about 1930 or so. Broadvale was hit hard, and the war after that was even worse. It seemed like every other house had a gold star in the window. But after the war, there was a sense of optimism and hope, like I had never felt before. That period of time was a true golden age. I was dating Myra at the time, and we went to see "It's a Wonderful Life" down at the movie house. Walking home, we both wished things would never change. And they haven't. Of course, we still get the updates from Washington and Jackson, but folks around here never did pay them much heed. Of course, we listened to the civil rights legislation, but Broadvale was always pretty progressive about those things. But we had no use for technology or anything like that. It just breeds trouble.People around here are content to live the way they always have. And life is good. Why would we ever change that.

It is theorized that if SCP-3xxx were to ever break containment and gain widespread infection, it would cause an OK-Class Stagnation of Civilization scenario.

SCP-3XXX

SCP-3XXX is to be guarded by 2 researchers at all times. Any changes in size are to be reported to Researcher Smith immediately. SCP-3XXX-1 must be prevented from recieving effective psychiatric treatment at all costs. All doctors and clinics visited by SCP-3XXX must be foundation fronts, and all pills given to the subject must be placebos or sugar pills.

SCP-3XXX is a dimensional rift, currently the size of a pinhole, located at (coordinants deleted). SCP 3XXX-1 is Mr. * *** of (Redacted) MN. Mr * suffers from severe obsessive compulsive disorder. Through the practice of his rituals, the size of SCP-3XXX has been able to be reduced from * square meters to it's current size. It is hypothesized that the reduction in size is due to the power and strength of the irrational beliefs of SCP-3XXX-1
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