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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be observed for signs of activity by the assigned research team in the Thoth-1 lunar base. Any signs of abnormal actions or increased activity by SCP-XXXX are to be reported to the research coordinator and Thoth-1's administrative board.

If it is deemed relevant or necessary by these individuals, information on the artifact may be shared with the representatives of GOI-*insert number* "The Church of the Broken God" assisting the Thoth-1 research team in translating script found at the primary location site.

In the event that a member of the Church of the Broken God wishes to withdraw from
In the event of a containment breach of or potential reactivation of SCP-XXXX, *Errybody prolly gon' die or join the singularity so don't worry about it*

Description: SCP-XXXX is a large, inert mass of metal located generally¹ around 50m below the surface of the Earth's moon. It is primarily composed of brass, copper, and tin gears, pistons, and other mechanical structures with no clear analogues to human technology. All parts found have been deemed to be thoroughly

Inscriptions across the surface of the object, a written form of the Traditional Script found in several prayer books of The Church of the Broken God mixed with several unintelligible dialects of written languages with no basis on Earth (Partially-Translated logs of these documents can be found in Supplemental Documents However the hell many I come up with)

Discovery Log:

Interview Logs:

Supplemental Documents

Gallows-Walkers-

“We walk in the shadow of the corpse of our King.”

Cult of actors, musicians and other stage performers that worship the Hanged King, and wish to bring him to life and release him from the Tragedy. Some will sacrifice themselves, but mostly they force those that they hate, for whatever reason, to perform and view the tragedy and empower the Hanged King, a semi-deific figure; Often hang effigies outside the chosen performance hall to signify their involvement in attacks.

Major events

“Day of the Gallows”-

A massive performance in 1850 with over 500 viewers and a full complement of performers at a concert hall in Texas, nearly everyone died, and the Hanged King sustained enough energy from this event to present himself for seventeen minutes before dissipating.

“The Day of Black Silk”-

First “political” movement, destroyed a small town in New Mexico, including a portal to the Library. Effigies of major horror and religious authors were found, and all who hung were major figures in the local government. Hanged King survived for approximately one hour.

Chat notes
16:04 Vince Cryo: working more on the Gallows-Walkers
16:08 Vince Cryo: I've been looking into a /lot/ of symbolism behind knots, types of rope, and other styles of hangings and came up with a couple events, tying into the Hanged King's desire to come back to earth. Considering a tie to He-Who-Made-Light and HWM-Dark
16:09 Vince but i doubt I'll go with that
16:09 Cryo The bastardized offshoot, the He-Who-Made-King
16:09 Cryo (not really but still)
16:10 Cryo But I like the direction you're going with it
16:10 Vince for some reason I'm keeping a lot of the events localized with the southwestern united states
16:10 Vince I blame you for mentioning Texas last night
16:11 Vince Cryo: I'm also connecting a bit with how the Wanderer's Library portrays him, as a being dissatisfied with the Horror that modern authors write.
16:11 Vince and wanting to reinspire fear in the masses
16:12 Vince Considered a link to Bundle with that one, but I'd have to talk to Djoric first lol
16:12 Gaffsbrb I don't think that even in the context of the library it's explained why he's called the Hanged King
16:12 Cryo I didn't know if you were going to go the "egotistical" route, where the King is furious he has been forgotten and forces his presence into the world of man through reenactment of his finest tragedy
16:16 Vince I can't decide whether I want to make him an ascended reality bender or the strange remnants of ancient fear/death/inspiration deities that came together into one being
16:17 Gaffsey the second
16:17 Gaffsey so it ties in with OGIT
16:17 Gaffsey which everything should
16:17 Vince OGIT?
16:17 Cryo The scorned bastard child of the nightmare pantheon
16:17 Gaffsey only game in town
16:18 Cryo The amalgamation of the remnants of their evil
16:18 Vince Cryo: eh, I'm not sure if I'm going to play up the EEEEEVIL!
16:18 Vince More, "Fear is a force of nature, and you have forgotten yourselves"
16:19 Vince The way I see it, he's gotten even more powerful because organizations like the foundation keep cutting down or learning more about the monsters that haunt the shadows.
16:20 Vince He's stepping up his game
16:20 *** ihp quit (Connection reset by peer)
16:20 Vince this last bit was inspired by a convo I had with djoric this morning about how knowledge is the antithesis of fear
16:21 Cryo Wait a minute
16:21 Cryo So he gets stronger
16:21 Cryo The less people feel fear?
16:21 Cryo Like, in general?
16:21 Vince think of fear like a drug or viruses
16:22 Gaffsey I thought it was the stronger HK becomes, the more fearful people become, and the more they start to shun scary outside things
16:22 Vince eventually, one cigarette a day isn't going to do it for you. your body will learn to counter strains of the flue
16:22 Vince so the flu evolves
16:22 Vince so you need stronger drugs
16:22 Vince or more frequent, in the case of cigarrettes
16:23 Vince he's becoming stronger because people are becoming stronger
16:23 Vince does that make sense?
16:26 Vince These people are addicted to the performance lifestyle, and absolute fear junkies
16:26 Vince (The Gallows-Walkers)
16:27 Cryo Is that partly based on speaking in front of people being the #1 fear in the world?
16:27 Meserach I quit like the idea of a cult who deliberately and with full knowledge repeatedly enact the Hanged King's Tragedy just to witness the effect.
16:27 Vince very astute
16:28 Meserach I actually think if it were real and it was possible to survive it, people would do that.
16:28 Meserach Like, in a secular world it would be the closest thing available to contact with something genuinely divine
16:28 Vince well, they survive it because they never watch the play performed, just the aftermath, and occasionally the riots and violence that the play kicks off
16:29 Meserach and I think that would overwhelm, for some people, the horror of it.
16:29 Meserach I forget if the play always deifnitionally kills everyone in the audience
16:29 Meserach iirc it causes or seems to cause masisve violence in the audience, but it doesn;t state in the article that everyone defintiely dies
16:29 Vince no, you can survive, so long as you're careful
16:30 Meserach in that case I can imagine a cult deliberately stagingperformances and watching them in the audience
16:30 Meserach as a quasireligious experience
16:30 Vince precisely what I'm going for.
16:30 Meserach Awesome
16:31 Vince and some of the most devout, when they feel their time has come, will "walk the gallows"
16:31 Vince and perform
16:33 Vince My idea was to set the majority of their rituals in the pre-civil war United States in flashbacks, with a modern man, one of the few remnants of the cult, trying to get a tape of it to the Super Bowl or something.
16:33 Vince *tape of a performance
16:34 Vince the tale would be multifaceted, with discussions on the nature of HK, the cult and their old rituals, and one last final attempt to go out in a blaze of glory
16:41 Vince yeah, it's in the article that you /can/ survive it, but you're basically in a blood-rage for the next day or so, attacking pretty much anyone they come across.

So what’s this now? You’re gonna record everything? Fine, fine, I understand. Still think y’all are blowing this up out of proportion. I’ve not been that strong in ages. Where do you want me to SHIT… Y’know, kid, you could have jes warned me about the needle. Is… is it in? Do we have to do that again? Yknow I’m allergic to tape, right? Just sayin’. Y’Lucky I don’t have m’ charms or they’d be plucking you outta that wall over theah.

So, where you wan' me to start?

‘s far back as I can remember? Son, I’m a wizard.

I’m just saying, I have a long, long memory, friend… I’ll just start from where I came in the town and what I know ‘bout the ‘istory, that good?

Damn right it is. Anyhow… I came here back in…. eighty five? Fifty two? I dunno. Moved around a whole lot in my life, been settled here for a good bit. Sorry, it’s been a bit hard to think since the mess with the Zarcons last week. Guess that won't matter in a bit, though.

What’s the first thing I remember about the town? I’m not really all that sure. Think it was Jerry’s dad and his cookin'. Yeah. That’s Jer. Shame about the car wreck. Weren’t for him I wouldn’t have met you just wonderful folks, though, so there’s that.

What? Nah. Y'all think a Sasquatch is all that big a surprise ‘round these parts? Psh. Son, again, I’ve been around well enough. Long’s you don’t stick around ‘em too soon after a bath, they’re right as rain. Also, they get real pissed at bein’ called “bigfoot”. Ol’ Jim, Jer’s dad, said if anyone did that to him at the wrong time he was liable to use them “big feet” to stomp a mudhole in ya and walk it dry. Charmin’ fella, really.

Where was I? Ah, yeah, the town. Sweet place, really. Full of nice folk.

Tell ya about them? A’aight, uh… There was the Smiths, and the Shephards, and the Calders, and the Torokeh’ts… Yeah, Jim, Jerry and Delilah, that’s them. The Aldwells and Pruitts, they’s like our own version of the Hatfields and McCoys, the Zarcons, them crazy bastards. Bunch of other people I didn’t know a whole lot about. Mostly kept to m’self. Oh, and there were a bunch’a kids. Little Mariah, and Zebadiah, and uh… Alexander and Grunhilde and Griselda, them two’s twins… Philip, couple others I can’t remember right now.

For the most part, aside'a the Aldwells and Pruitts, everyone got along pretty well. Jus a quiet little backwoods town that nobody messed with. Ev'ry one of us had our own little part to play. Me? I was what passed fer a doctor. Yeah, tha's where most of my talents went to. Shit, you don't expect all of us to be ballin' up trucks and tossin' fireballs like that, I hope. I mean, I can lay a good barrier from time to time, but I just can't wrap my head around violence. Like you, you're a psycher, right? That's how they got you working this thing, why's you talkin to me? Don't play coy, son, there ain't enough drugs on this earth to make a man forget anything like this that well. Believe me, I've tried.

So, you want me to keep goin' 'bout the town or should I get to the good stuff?

A'ight. So, you know how this whole mess started, right? Yeah, with Jerry crashing his car out by the city and getting shot? I blame Tammy Aldwell for that. She got it up in Jer's head that he could make somethin' of himself outside our town. He'd a real talent for music, see? Problem is, Jer didn't think it through. Most of th' people in our town never been outside it before. Most of us 'cause we'd always been a bit twitchy about outsiders, some'a us who had an idea 'bout y'all Em-Ah-Bee fuggers wanted to avoid the headache. No matter how hard you'd tried to tell the kid, the boy coul'n get it through his skull he wasn't gonna be taken in by youn's n y'alls kine.

What'd I do? Told 'im the truth. Told Jerry his daddy was right, and his place was in the town with us. That people outside it wouldn't want us about. Dumbshit didn't listen.

Sarry. H'ain't right to speak of the dead like that. 'Specially with everythin' that happened. I wish you'n's had at least gave his family the body after all that obfusticatin' in town.

Ah, don't feed me none'a that "protecting normalcy" horseshit. That was Jim's boy, my friend's boy, and you took him. Poor kid's soul's probably still wan'rin about without the moon rites to ease his spirit.

After that'n, bout three days up youin's rolled in. Sorry. Bit of a blur there. Guess that shit's workin, huh? I'll try to pick up.

From there, it's the same jackboot bullshit I'd come to expect from people like y'all. What? Didn't think I'd pick up a history book? Didn't think I'd lived through some of it? Hell, did I ever tell y'ins about how I used to be a faith healer? Ran this tentpole setup with some goofy lookin' starfuckers. Kept screamin bout them five pillars, I's be the one that healt the schmucks. Don't you cut me off, boy. I'll get back to my story when I'm good'n ready.

Anyhows, after y'alls arrested Jim and Delilah, er, sorry, "took them for questioning" one week 'n they never come back, that got a lot of folks worryin bout what… bout what would be happenin' to em. All sorts'a stories got out n nobody could get the truth from y'all, so things got edgy. Couple more dis'ppearances, everyone got straight pissed.

And then y' had to go and hop on the Zarcon's doorstep. Y'boy's is damned fools, steppin up on a raggy's prop'ty like that uninvited. Hell, I's say youn's be fool to step there invited, but I'm not one to go anywhar near a Ragged One.

I could hear em screamin bout a mile over. Found one's y'all's soldier-types, haulin' ass up the road. Told em I was a doctor, told em bout the screamin' I hear't, told'm what t'expect. Heard one of em cuss a storm about somethin called one-zerah-six. No clue what that'n was on about.

Anyhow, all sorts'a hell broke loose there. I 'member that much, and that was the first night you'n I'd met.

^{_{I SEE YOU ARE ATTEMPTING TO TRANSFER FILES. WOULD YOU LIKE SOME HELP WITH THAT? [Y] [N]}}

Isaac grunted in frustration as he analyzed the computer, hoping that the current owners were dumb enough to leave any information on the device, looking for clues to other storehouses near the auction hall he was currently ransacking. Turning his attention to his earpiece, he could practically hear the frantic pantomiming of everything one of his teammates said as the man prattled on to his commanding officer.

"So I'm bleeding out from my left arm, my neck is still fucked up from the noose, I'd just gotten thrown into a rather disgruntled Docent, and I only had a single shell left in my shotgun…"

"Davis, can you please shut off Dom's comm? Some of the less up-their-own-ass of us are trying to work here. And can anyone answer my question? I'm stuck and the ham is getting suspicious." He continued to tinker away at the computer, copying over any files that seemed to be of use and trying to coax the AI into entering the storage device.

^{_{OH DEAR, YOU SEEM TO HAVE ATTEMPTED TO ACCESS MY ADMINISTRATIVE FILE. THAT'S RATHER RUDE, DON'T YOU THINK?}}

"…Thinking quickly, I reached out into the air and brought an entire shelf's worth of books down on their heads at terminal velocity. Kind of a mess, but it was really funny."

"Okay the whole story about how you busted up the nutso death cultists in the Library is just great, Dominic, but I don't see how that answers my question on how to politely code a file transfer request. And besides, none of that is anything in comparison with my battles over the years against the Dreadlords of the Insurgency."

"Oh, no I wasn't trying to answer your question, Isaac, I was just illustrating how much more exciting my life was before I got dragged in with you lot. You're a lucky bastard, y'know? At least you're not stuck in this piece of shit surveilance van.

And please don't start with that Dreadlord shit again. We're stuck with the actual Foundation now, not the Insurgency chucklefucks you used to work with."

The commanding officer's voice rang out sharply over the intercom and throughout the surveillance vehicle, pinging off rapid-fire orders for each member of the team. "Look, both of you, save the reminiscing for later. Alvares, I need eyes on the cameras so you can help Holst pick out the minotaur in the main party room. Grenich, just try saying "please"? I have no idea how to deal with computers, much less a sentient AI that looks like a ham shank." Davis sounded exhausted.

Also, as much as I hate to say it, I'm agreeing with Alvares. We're the Foundation, we took you from the Insurgency. Holst, stop picking unnecessary pockets or you're going to draw attention on yourself. Berlot, poke around in the store room see if there's any other artifacts that you can carry out discretely when Grenich finishes his work."

With an impossibly melodramatic sigh, the former Hand member returned to his observations of the video monitors. Grenich, the resident tech expert and a former Chaos Insurgency operative was hunched over a computer in a storeroom.

Holst, their inside contact with Marshall, Carter, and Dark, was stalking through the main party area, swiping money from people who looked like they had some sort of security clearance to power his plutomantic divination, as well as a few others who just looked easy, muttered his reassurances that all the money he stole was completely necessary.

Aries, the anartist blood-witch and artifact hoarder, was in another corner of the storeroom that Grenich was in, looking over row after row of artifacts. Alvares' voice made her roll her eyes as it came over her headpiece. "Aye-aye, Cap- wait what the fuck? Aries, be a dear and turn that lovely body of yours around again. I need to look at something in the case behind you."

"I swear to whatever god or gods you believe in if you mention my body again, you will be my next bloodbag, Alvares." Still, she turned around and read the placard. "The hell is this? 'Antique Siberian War Blade, 1 of 7 in total, 1 of 4 in the possession of Mssrs Marshall, Carter, and Dark. This item was recovered from the personal armory of Kublai Khan. It is believed to be a war trophy following his conquest of the Dae-"

"Ah hell." Alvares cut her off abruptly. "That's exactly what I thought. Please hold. And for the love of Christ, don't touch it."

"Right. Like I was going to grab the fancy artifact that does who-knows-what through two inches of glass." Aries rolled her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that night and continued to survey the room for useful or dangerous artifacts. Preferably something heavy to bludgeon Alvares with when they left.

"Oi, Liv!"

"That's Captain Davis, Alvares. What's wrong?"

"Oh whatever you say, glorious captain. We uh… Have a bit of a problem. Looks like our buds here at Marshall, Carter, and Dark have procured some Daevite weapons."

"Daevite? What's that?" She hovered over his shoulder, staring at the screen that caught his attention.

"Long story short, the kind of nasty civilization of warmongering necromancers and psychotic cannibals that would make George Miller and Sam Raimi proud."

"Who's George Miller and Sam Raimi?"

"GAH! Turn on the tv sometime, damn! Also irrelevant. It's bad news. And she definitely doesn't want to grab it. I mean, unless you want a rampaging Protomongolian war goddess on the team. God only knows how that would turn out."

"… Right. Okay. I'm going to file that in with the higher-ups. Aries, tag it with that tracking spell Alvares taught you." She immediately began tapping away at her cellphone, sending off a message to the Overseer Liaison for her team. Over her comm device, she heard a faint ding, presumably from the computer Grenich was working on. Shortly after, this was confirmed by a tinny electronic voice coming over the comm.

^{_{FILE TRANSFER COMPLETE. WOULD YOU LIKE TO MOVE ANYTHING ELSE WHILE I'M HERE? THIS DRIVE IS KIND OF CRAMPED. [Y] [N]}}

"Alright, Davis. It's been transferred, and I got pretty much everything I could find. Now what?" Grenich disengaged the drive and stood up.

"Alright. Aries, Grenich, See what else you can grab without setting off any alarms and get out of there. Holst, do you have eyes on the security team or the minotaur? Can you get out without alerting anyone?"

Holst's odd, thickly accented voice came over his communication device, out of breath. "I don't currently have eyes on the security team, but I have drawn their attention and am attempting to fulfill my exit instructions." Distant shouting and an alarm could be heard in the background.

Alvares' laugh caught Davis off guard. "Oh yeah, send in the klepto with poor impulse control to a millionaires lunch with a billion security guards. Excellent idea, Captain. Aries, Grenich, run like hell."

"Shit." Aries scrambled to fill up the bag with any artifacts in arm's reach and lurched for the door. "Grenich, come on!"

"Coming, coming! Fucking Holst. Alright." The Insurgency operative grabbed Aries' arm as he ran past and dragged her towards the hallway, much to her protest. She felt as he dropped the drive into her bag.

"I CAN RUN FOR MY LIFE WITHOUT HELP, THANKS." She readjusted her bag, yanked her arm away from Grenich's and headed for the door, outstripping him and drawing a handgun.

After several minutes of running, Grenich skidded to a stop, and called for Aries' attention.

"What, Grenich?" She stopped and turned to look at the man

"Um. Aries, I feel like I've seen this sign before. I'm also getting a seriously bad feeling right now. Can we stop to get our bearings for a second?" He put a hand on his chin and looked up and down the hall several times.

"Stop? Stop? Do you not hear the goddamn alarms? If we stop now, we're screwed. I am not getting sold off to the highest bidder, damnit."

"Yeah, but this is really weird. We should have been near the exit by now.

A voice exploded behind her. "Not fast enough, unfortunately."

The wall slammed shut in front of Grenich and Aries. A gigantic, well-dressed man with vaguely Mediterranean features stood behind them, one hand on the wall beside him. On one of the man's hands was a Chicago Bulls championship ring. The other was occupied by an improbably large handgun.

Grenich broke the silence first. "Uh. Davis. We found the minotaur."

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The man smiled. "Correct." He slammed his hand against the wall again and with a sickening crunch Grenich was crushed by the wall. Aries felt the rush of wind behind her, and turned around to see a red smear where Grenich had been standing. Without thinking, she fired her gun a half dozen times in the general direction of the Minotaur and clipped his arm, breaking his concentration. The door behind her suddenly opened and she dived through it, and she ran as fast as her legs could carry her straight into the surveilance van the others were waiting for her. Alarms began sounding as Davis grabbed her by her collar and yanked her into the van.

Everyone was silent as Davis wrote up her report to the Overseer Liaison. Some time later, they finally got a reply.

FROM: Overseer Liaison Office
RE: MISSION REPORT

Per Overseer directive, all casualties are acceptable and expected for this team, Officer Davis. Report to base for further instruction after emotional and physical recovery.
— O5-7

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