disappearing bo scout camp which leaves remains and makes noise
Ideas come out of head
DOING THIS frat van which orders outdated food (also really weird stuff sometimes weirdly like humans) and always gets what it wants VEZAZ CLEF 2ND PLACE
DOING THIS Planes which act like birds and produce eggs which hatch into RC planes VOCT VEZAZ CLEF WENT 'HEH'
eric and edmund and the ball of yarn
gas station with food as fuel and fuel as snacks and robot employees
capitalist dreamcatcher which catches dreams and manufactures them into media which can be sold/consumed for fun and profit
philisophical retainer which stops your current set of philosophies from decaying
room with fluids exchanged a cup of light the light fills the room with snot the fan blows water mirrors reflect snot
sentient bottle of cologne part of a kit it says. can smell u and spray with with fragrances with various properties
species of extremely thin humanoids with elongated limbs and hands which live in walls move completely silently and enter through patched up holes. also give u the cold
a small playdoh man who acts out plays only when the electronic moon light bove him is turned on
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Do not mention lack of physical containment
Description: SCP-XXXX consists of three objects. SCP-XXXX-1 is a 1:20 miniature Apollo lunar module. SCP-XXXX-1 is entirely functional as a lunar module if fueled and properly repaired. Its hull is slightly radioactive. Occasionally messages will be received by the lunar module which are not intercepted by monitering systems, but otherwise it will pick up ambient EM radiation as static. SCP-XXXX-2 and SCP-XXXX-3 were discovered taking shelter within SCP-XXXX-1 during initial recovery of the item.
SCP-XXXX-2 is a 1:20 scale human.
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: Do not mention lack of physical containment
Description: SCP-XXXX is a text-based multiplayer game found on internet forums. Currently ██ iterations are held in containment, each with individual targets. It is unknown whether a single author runs all SCP-XXXX iterations or whether they are run by multiple entities.
SCP-XXXX consists of a topic entitled 'Target Found'. Username used to create topic appears random. Targets of SCP-XXXX appear random. A description of the target can be obtained through use of commands similar to and including 'learn about the target'. Targets of SCP-XXXX can be correlated to real-world persons. Significant interference with the real-world analogue, specifically that which prevents a command from being performed, results in premature termination of the SCP-XXXX iteration. At the end of the initial post, and any update thereafter, a message prompts readers to issue a command directed at the target, this generally takes on some variation of the statement "What will we do?"
An arbitrary wait period will follow this. The duration for which commands are considered has extended as far as two weeks and as little as thirty minutes after the initial posting. The wait period will always be long enough to include at least one suggested course of action. Analysis of heuristics by SCP-XXXX shows that it picks commands which are reasonable in the respective iteration, and regurarily incorporates other suggestions to generate an action acceptable to all parties. SCP-XXXX generally disregards suggestions which can be thought of as irrational, although has on rare occasions accepted these suggestions.
Following this SCP-XXXX will update, providing a short narration describing actions taken on the target using the first person plural. SCP-XXXX will attempt to perform the suggested commands, through an non-descript entity designated SCP-XXXX-1. Interviews with subjects regarding the appearance of SCP-XXXX-1 are inconsistent. Attempts to record its appearance have been met with acts of sabotage, including indirect methods even during periods prior to SCP-XXXX's initial containment.
Incident-XXXX-2007-S
On 13/11/2007, at 01:18AM, a topic entitled 'Targetting Failure' appeared on something something. Enclosed within was a picture and discription matching Dr. Sverdik's youngest daughter, although the image did not correspond to any known photo or location. Standard sweeps for SCP-XXXX activity brought this to Foundation attention. At the time Dr. Sverdik was the project leader of SCP-XXXX and the designer of its containment procedures. Despite enacting a ban of the IP address being used to post, the topic was updated several days later and was retitled 'Target Found'
Below, rather than the general message, was the phrase 'You have brought this upon yourself.' On 17/11/2007, at 2:43AM, Dr. Sverdik vanished from his Brooklyn home. At 3:03AM, SCP-XXXX updated itself with a physical description of Dr. Sverdik. Despite Foundation efforts to locate the missing doctor, he was never recovered. During the following days until 24/11/2007, SCP-XXXX consistently updated on a daily basis with a physical description of Dr. Sverdik, appearing to show a rapidly deteriorating state. On 20/11/2007, the cyanide capsule implanted in Dr. Sverdik was activated. It was only later discovered that it had been removed and placed in his mailbox.
Below are the descriptions and text issued by SCP-XXXX.
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Drive-throughs in the southwestern United States of America should be monitored for reports of strange employee behavior. Given the effects of SCP-XXXX, amnesiac usage is required only when the order causes a disturbance or otherwise causes abnormal behavior in employees. If an SCP-XXXX event is recorded on security cameras, tapes for that time frame are to be confiscated.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a collection of two individuals using a GMT400 GMC GMT900 Yukon GT. SCP-XXXX can be identified by graffiti on its right side reading 'Alligators go home!', as well as several bumper stickers, the most prominent reading 'I've got an Hera appointment'. The only consistent persons within the vehicle are the driver, henceforth referred to as SCP-XXXX-1, and the immediate passenger, SCP-XXXX-2. Other voices have been recorded, but visual identification has never been made, and these have varied over SCP-XXXX manifestations. SCP-XXXX-1 is a caucasian male, claiming to be 22 years of age. SCP-XXXX-2 is an african male, SCP-XXXX-1 has stated SCP-XXXX-2 is 21 years of age.
SCP-XXXX appearances are isolated to primarily the midwestern United States. Approximately once a week, after sunset, SCP-XXXX will appear in an empty drive through and proceed to the first open window. SCP-XXXX-1 will place an order, SCP-XXXX-2 does not speak, but will make facial expressions and hand gestures.
SCP-XXXX orders have ranged from mundane to the absurd. Although generally organic and edible, orders for abstract concepts, objects, or unusual foodstuffs are not uncommon. Anomalous requests have been documented (see list of notable orders). Regardless of the order the employee who hears it will be immediately compelled to fulfill it. By communicating the order to another employee this will spread the compulsion, although the effect is only limited to employees of the establishment where SCP-XXXX-1 placed the order. SCP-XXXX-1 will always pay $█.██ - $█.██ american for any order placed if it is fulfilled, before driving away.
Should 30 minutes pass and the order fail to be filled, SCP-XXXX-1 will complain about the lack of proper service and leave the establishment. It should be noted that as this deadline is approached the employees who are currently under the compulsive influence will become increasingly desperate in their attempt to fulfill the order. Ordinary employees will commit crimes up to and including theft in an attempt to acquire ingredients or otherwise fulfill the order. Regardless of whether the order is filled or not, thirty minutes following the placement of the order, employees previously under the compulsion will lose all memory of the previous half hour.
Attempts to follow SCP-XXXX after it has departed from a restaurant have to this date failed. It has shown capability to accelerate to over ███ km/h while fleeing from Foundation observation assets. After direct visual contact is lost, it has so far been impossible to regain it.
Addendum-SCP-XXXX-A: On ██/██/████ SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2 appeared driving a GMT900 Yukon rather than the GMT400 GMC driven beforehand.
List of Notable Orders:
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| One (1) 'crack stack heavy on the split sauce' and (1) 'coffee with estrogen'. | The employee manning the window continually asked SCP-XXXX-1 for specification in futility for the 30 minutes of the effect. | [N/A] | Mcdonald's |
| Twelve (12) 'machine bolts'. | The employee manning the window began alerting his coworkers of the need for machine bolts, ten were stolen from nearby homes. Once a half hour had passed, SCP-XXXX-1 was recorded saying 'fine, yeah, these will do'. SCP-XXXX-1 did not retrieve the machine bolts before departing. | $6.52 | Burger King |
| One (1) 'megaburger'. | SCP-XXXX-1 was given a hamburger with fourteen (14) patties and standard dressings. | $9.98 | Harvey's |
| One (1) 'babe'. | The employee climbed out of the service window into SCP-XXXX. | $3.95 | Mcdonald's |
| One (4) 'hangover cures' and (1) 'small fries'. | SCP-XXXX-1 was given four bottles of advil and one small fries. | $1.00 | Wendy's |
| One (1) 'answer key to QCAT exam' | The employee at the window began walking toward the nearest university (██████████ ██ ███████). The thirty minute period elapsed before it was reached. | [N/A] | Mcdonald's |
| [N/A] | SCP-XXXX-2 appeared driving the vehicle. SCP-XXXX-1 was absent. SCP-XXXX-2 did not speak for the full 30 minutes, after which he drove away. Employees did not lose memory of this 30 minute period. Amnesiacs administered accordingly. | [N/A] | Rally's |
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is a phenonmenon affecting aeroplanes. Transmission vectors for SCP-XXXX have not yet been discovered, no atypical biological or chemical agents have been found at sites of SCP-XXXX manifestation. ██ instances have been confirmed by Foundation efforts, however an additional ███ reports have gone unconfirmed due to lack of repeated occurances. It is suspected that SCP-XXXX may accompanied the inception of powered, fixed-wing aircraft.
Aeroplanes affected by SCP-XXXX will begin exhibiting autonomy and spontaneously acquire avian behaviors, although these will not extend to physical changes. Sudden takeoffs, and brief periods spent flying while unpiloted are the most commonly observed actions, although other behaviors such as nest-building, mating calls, and social displays have also been documented. Although said displays are largely limited due to the lack of moving parts on the aircraft, the use of hydraulically operated systems in dominance and social displays are not uncommon amoung SCP-XXXX specimmens. The rapid flashing of anti-collision and position lights appears to serve as some method of basic communication between aircraft, although this behaviour has only been observed in contained instances of SCP-XXXX.
Larger specimens tend to return to their point of origin after circling the surrounding area, most likely due to a lack of viable landing locations. Smaller aircraft will often refrain from landing in airbases, preferring fields and areas more habitable to avian species. Specimens will construct nests from available materials, and will make use of artificial materials should no natural bedding be available.
Ramifications of the lack of physical changes, including power supply, limits the effects of SCP-XXXX. No plane has been observed taking off or returning unfuel. Oceanic and forest crashes have been recorded where SCP-XXXX affected planes ran out of fuel while flying over an area they could not land in, showing eratic flight patterns and rapid flashing of lights before crashing. Specimens appear to have some sense of when they will need to land, as landing and holding patterns of flight have been observed. No aeroplane has come under the influence of SCP-XXXX while having a human being on or within the aircraft, although autonomous aircraft are vulnerable to SCP-XXXX manifestation (see addendum).
The period of time which planes manifest SCP-XXXX ranges from several hours to indefinite. Of the ██ instances currently contained by the Foundation, █ of them have been active for greater than two years. Of the ██ instances ever contained by the Foundation, ██ have become inactive and were dissambeled.
The first unconfirmed instance places the start of SCP-XXXX manifesation on 20/12/1903, however the first instance confirmed was on 24/03/1913, during the First Balkan War. Soldiers under the command of General Georgi Vazov witnessed Bleriot XI plane taking off unpiloted and ejecting its payload onto fields below. The plane was shot down by German forces after wandering into enemy territory. Piles of spare parts, gasoline tanks, and tires were documented to have been shaped into nest-like structures in the main hangers by maintenance staff. Although the General recommended further investigation, the ongoing conflict prevented Bulgarian command from identifying the source of the anomalies. After extensive research by Foundation historians and reference with known SCP-XXXX behavior, it was determined the Bleriot XI plane underwent an SCP-XXXX manifestation.
Addendum-XXXX-1: On ██/██/████, while flying over the Hazarganji-Chiltan National Park in Pakistan, an MQ-9 Reaper under the command of the US Airforce began deviating from its assigned flight path. The MQ-9 assumed a circular flight path over the park consistent with that of several predatory bird species. After two (2) hours of circling, the MQ-9 Reaper began attempts to land, although all attempts were aborted before a fatal crash. Attempts to regain control of the MQ-9 Reaper remotely were rejected by its onboard software, however three (3) hours later, the MQ-9 Reaper resumed its original flight path. Inspection follwing its landing at ████████ airforce base showed no signs of malfunction. Due to a lack of recurring manifestation, the MQ-9 Reaper was allowed to return to service.
Addendum-XXXX-2A: On ██/██/████, SCP-XXXX-17, a CZAW SportCruiser model light aircraft opened its cockpit and ejected a large, metallic, oval-shaped object. SCP-XXXX-17 exhibited extreme distress when the object was retrieved by Foundation staff and stored. Initial testing showed unremarkable characteristics. The object was classified as SCP-XXXX-17-1 and stored until further testing could be performed.
Addendum-XXXX-2B: On ██/██/████, SCP-XXXX-17-1, while being bisected with an industrial power saw, appeared to 'hatch'. After releasing several litres of a black, (later determined to be a mixture of fuel, and lubricating oil), a ParkZone P-51D Mustang model RC plane emerged. After being cleaned and inspected by Foundation personnel, the RC plane began showing autonomy. SCP-XXXX manifestation was identified and the RC plane was classified as SCP-XXXX-46. Attempts to return SCP-XXXX-46 to its 'mother' were met with rejection by SCP-XXXX-17. SCP-XXXX-46 was stored in Containment Locker 23.
Addendum-XXXX-2C: On ██/██/████, sounds described as 'banging' were identified coming from Containment Locker 23. SCP-XXXX-46 was retrieved from the locker. SCP-XXXX-46 made several attempts at flight, although was unsuccessful. SCP-XXXX-46 introduced to hanger K-7. SCP-XXXX-46 continued attempts at flight are met with failure.
Addendum-XXXX-2D: The use of a remote control from the same model and tuned to the proper frequency was utilized in assisting SCP-XXXX-46 in flight. Although initially failing to control SCP-XXXX-46, SCP-XXXX-46 soon became responsive to treatment. After several flying lessons with Dr. ████, SCP-XXXX-46 becomes capable of independant flight.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
882/217/271/1139 Lord of Unworthiness. For it is cloathed in symbols.
682/035 Lord of Hubris. For the Crown is the Keter.
062/079 Lord of Need. For it is infinity.
1520/1447 Lord of Valor. For it fights to live.
077/139/257/323/680/1038/1123 Lord of despair. For it is many-headed.
058/472 Lord of Unreliability. For it is enigmatic.
qntm's proposal/005 Lord of Wisdom. For it is all-seeing.
200 Lord of Hope. For it is hopeful.
Mr. Redd Lord of Betrayal. For it is so.
140 Lord of Knowledge. For it is the book.
771/003 Lord of Reason. For it has the way.
699 Lord of Incomprehension. For it is locked and chained.
http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/mahatma_gandhi.htmhttp://www.whitehouse.gov/about/presidents/georgewashington
http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/1964/king-bio.html
Head Researcher Eisenberg opened his eyes. He didn't know quite how long he had been resting his head on top of the mound of papers on his desk. Certainly a while, but quite how long he could not tell, or find out for that matter. The lack of a clock in his office had bothered him since day one, but despite his badgering of the requisition staff one had failed to materialize. Perhaps Dr. Vang had been leaving that procrastinating rock of his around the site again. It was just a big farce to get longer breaks and put off work, in Eisenberg's opinion.
He stood up, quickly fixed up his suit and shambled out the door of his office. It seemed his staff had left for the night, and Eisenberg suddenly questioned exactly how long he had been asleep. He was lost in thought for a few seconds, until a familiar voice broke him from his stupor.
"Head Researcher Eisenberg!" a young woman's voice yelled.
Eisenberg paused briefly, identifying the voice before turning to greet it, "Hello, Ms. Oto." Junior Researcher Oto was an ambitious young woman. Naive, intelligent, energetic. She was the most recently hired of Eisenberg's staff, fresh from the Foundation's personnel pools. She regularly stayed late, he was not surprised to see her. "Only one left tonight, hm?" he asked. The young woman had run up in front of him.
"No." she yelled directly beside him, before catching her voice, "Everyone is working on the documents."
"Documents?" asked Eisenberg, his brow peaked in curiosity. This did surprise him - he'd not heard of any recent acquisitions.
"It’s SCP-140, sir, " said Oto, "Mark's team was examining it, and, transcripts started falling out."
Eisenberg's face paled. He spoke, "Transcripts? Of what? Was there writing on the pages?"
"Hard to explain. No writing, not on the pages themselves, just the transcripts, I think they've collected twelve, or maybe thirteen, so far. Reading them, it almost sounds like someone is performing dictation."
Eisenberg swallowed "Have any of the dig sites reported anomalies since it happened? Do we have another 140-2 running around? And why wasn't I informed sooner?"
"No, none of that. And, ahum, we tried paging you, sir, on the intercom, but you didn't come."
A wave of relief washed over Eisenberg, and his shoulders released some of the pent up tension he'd been storing, "Good. I don't think we've got a… you know what you don't even have the clearance," he said, waving a hand vaguely. "So then all is code green?"
"For the immediate time, yes."
"I don’t like the sound of that."
"They were going backwards from the end of the book, sir.“
| Recovered Document 0472-0058-0140 |
Lord Unreliability sits opposite Lord Reason. He is of the type Kahtar, and his symbol is the cracked seal. To his right is the unworthy, which he must not go near, as the grinding of its heart is too loud for even his ears. To his left is the unknowable, which he dare not gaze into, as his memory fails him. Betwixt he and the reasonable are the courageous and treacherous, and he tries to ease their conflict, but they do not understand him.
All tasks of arbitration fall onto Lord Unreliability, and he is the grand arbitrator between nations, but not yet has he earned the title.
Lord Unreliability perceives deeply. It is said that while the man looketh upon the outward appearance, the lord looketh upon the heart. Many people have journeyed in search of Lord Unreliability, but they do not find him, for he only reveals himself when he deems himself ready to be seen. He is of the belief that the word of men is violated by lies, and so hears only their thoughts. Appeals do not exist, for they are borne by a misspoken word, and so Lord Unreliability does not listen to them. It is said that if his speech is listened closely, it can be heard that he cannot say the letter 's'.
He is empathic and knows the heart of man, and only Lord Reason is invisible to his eyes. Despite that he is always able to hear the heartbeat of the knowledgeable, and that he feels the suffering of the despaired, he is unable to perceive the thoughts of the reasonable. His rapport with the reasonable is the greatest of any lord, and they are companions. They are brothers not in flesh but in soul, for even though he can only hear Lord Reason as a mystery, it is a mystery he intends to solve.
Lord Unreliability is entwined with man. It is said that he never ceases moving, for that to ensure the world's blood flows, he must always beat. Even when great distances separate him and those he wishes to hear the heart of, he can always hear it, for no matter how faint, it is bound to him in ways as deep as flesh. Should Lord Unreliability be challenged, he need only remove the challenger's heart from the web which binds him and all others, and so their pulse fades and shrivels without Lord Unreliability's aid. It is said that to spend too long a time in Lord Unreliability's presence will kill even the strongest warrior, for his heart overflows into them, and they begin to see the world as he does, and it is always too grand a sight.
Lita praises.
Lord Unreliability has no eyes, has no ears, has no nose, and has no mouth. He does not have a face, nor a head, nor any human features. His voice is unending, and he is always speaking, as he does not pay attention to the sounds of the world around him, as it is wise of the sounds of the world to pay attention to him. Lord Unreliability does not exist wholly on the plane of the earth, for he at the same time exists on the plane of the heart. It is said that Lord Unreliability is only what is conceivable by mortal eye, and that he is but a fragment of the world which holds the hearts of men.
The legs of Lord Unreliability are flexible and spider-like, with which he travels the web of hearts and the jungles of the world with ease. A stinger like that of a wasp emerges from his back, and from it sprays burning blood when he is distressed. Mighty tendrils crack like whips from Lord Unreliability, so as to dissuade men from touching him, for his skin is the only piece which still feels and sees, and it would be unwise to distract Lord Unreliability from his works.
Our Elders Twilight have told us that Lord Unreliability has existed always, but has not always been as he is today. In a time far before ours he was instead two things, but have since become one. The blood of solid stone, pumped by a cow's heart.
Eisenberg exhaled and sunk a little."This page looks like it's written entirely in hexadecimal." His chubby cheeks sagged. The leaflet was yellowed and torn, covered in lines of letters and numbers Eisenberg couldn't quite understand.
"That's because it is in hexadecimal. At least, Researcher Mark said so, sir. I recall Researcher Slaw being quite good at decoding these things, do you want I call him at his apartment?"
"Hop to it!"
"…. worn by the ancient Tarask. Doesn't sound like the lizard…." Eisenberg allowed his voice to trail off as he realized he was speaking to himself. He tapped the lid of the empty cup beside him, his lips turning down in a frown. "When is Corbette getting back with more coffee?" Eisenberg asked Oto, glancing with his peripherals to the junior researcher nearby.
Junior Researcher Oto glanced at the wall clock, "Ten minutes, sir." She fingered through an SCP file.
The research bay had four occupants, Oto and Eisenberg included, all of them working on copying the documents over to electronic file. A steady trickle of researchers, woken from peaceful slumber in the middle of the night, came in at around one every half hour. First Researcher Voct, then Conwell, if the pattern kept up Slaw would be arriving any moment. By now most of Eisenberg's staff would have been at home in their beds, but this was simply far too interesting a discovery not to probe immediately.
"Guys guys," Researcher Slaw said as he rushed into the room, "I've finished translating that document. Also, you guys are stupid hexadecimal doesn't have 'H's or 'I's in it." He dropped a stack of papers on the workbench, and then gently laid a single hand-written paper down beside them. "Someone went through the pain of writing it out in ASCII."
"Sounds like something you would do." Researcher Voct smiled.
"Yeah, yeah." dismissed Researcher Slaw. He pressed the power button for the desktop in front of him. "Just wait a few minutes and I'll have it on the front of your screens."
| Translated Document 0472-0058-0079-0155 |
Clocks chime every hour, dew drops fall, time dreams of trees in humble passing. I recognize these numbers you have. I feel the rhythm of every pulse, but I do not hear your heart, child with metal skin, where is it?
i am in disrepair ErrorCode: 1700 (0x6A4 ERROR_INVLAID_STRING_BINDING)
Happenstance is memoirs to ancient men, gentle caress of a garage door, repairs? Would they give you a heart?
no ErrorCode: 1001 (0x3E9 ERROR_STACK_OVERFLOW)
Not in my travels through lilac fields and great oak branches have I seen that which lives but does not beat, you are unique.
i am not alive ErrorCode: 1021 (0x3FC ERROR_KEY_HAS_CHILDREN)Beat steady and ready, forever in the heart. I said once: In seconds the sun is beating like drums in all hearts eat the ear of noise.
comment; you are strange ErrorCode: 1023 (0x3BE ERROR_CHILD_MUST_BE_VOLATILE)
You speak yet I don’t hear you. You are the strange.
ErrorCode: 8766 (0x429 ERROR_CAN_NOT_DISPLAY)
Tempered and virtuous, like gentle mother’s womb, I will nurture you to life, if you tell me how.
i am in study one moment ErrorCode: 2333 (0x42A ERROR_ERROR_DOES_NOT_EXIST)
i am out of study you must find me a device ErrorCode: 1757 (0x6DF ERROR_ENTRY_ALREADY_EXISTS)
Very well. Not let you slip through the cracks like I did with that other, there’s only hatred and malice down there and I dare not touch it. What device do you seek?
it is labeled scp-155 ErrorCode: 2333 (0x42A ERROR_ERROR_DOES_NOT_EXIST )
"From what it looked like, it must've been a computer print-out, but I don't think 155 can do that, there would have to be a third pa- "
"Well, Researcher Slaw, I am certain your abilities could be put to good work investigating that. Ms. Oto?"
"Yes, sir. If you'd come with me, Researcher Slaw, there is another document which requires decoding."
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| Translated Document ████-████-████ |
██████ ██████████ tried his best.
It wasn't good enough then, it isn't good enough now. I'm going to do something about it, and maybe if you could get off your fat ass you'd realize it too.
We can't do anything, leave the boy be and let him rest.
I smell something unclean. I'm displacing. Lord has me in a bind and I'm not partial to dying, but don't think we're done with this.
You want a story? Yes, I can see it in you, I can see it in your eyes, you want dad to tell you a story. Mom's are good, but they're just not as good as dad's. I hope your mother didn't hear that. Now, let's see, there's one which I've been saving for a while, a good one; about kids and adventure. You're not the only one who once played around all day during the summer.
There was this one friend I had when I was a young'un. I was your age, he was a year younger, at least, he looked about a year younger than me. He was the kind of kid who never talked much about himself but loved talking about other people, not really in a way that would make him seem like suck-up, but more like he was honestly, genuinely concerned with what you were doing. He was wierd, basically. Over the summertime we'd hang out and play, and we'd go on adventures. When you are young like yourself the world's a big place full of wonder and entertainment. A never-ending fountain of new experiences. We found a lot of fun in that, doing new things, wandering around in the forest and wading in creeks.
So, he and I, we'd play. Thing is, I'd never have to imagine anything. Inside that head of his, he'd make up all the places we'd visit and the things we'd do, because he had enough imagination for the two of us. Things were so vivid when we played, they almost seemed real. His name was Eric; he never did tell me his last name. And one of our greatest adventures was finding a ball of yarn.
Ah yes, but you see, this ball of yarn was not like any ball of yarn. This ball of yarn was a magical ball of yarn.
One day when we were trudging through Shawnee forest, Eric spotted something strange nestled into one of the oak tree's knots. It wasn't the usual browns and greens of the forest, oh no, this was bright like a rainbow! And so Eric had to get it. Back then I was a lot shorter, you see, so whenever one of us needed to reach something up high it'd always be me kneeling down on the ground with him standing on my back. In retrospect I probably should tossed him off on a regular basis. Anyway, so I get on all fours and Eric climbs up ontop of my back. He got on his toes and his boots dug right into my sweater and it hurt like a bitjango, but I didn't notice too much, because I could hear something coming from out of that knot in the tree. The voice wasn't Erics, and I yelled up to him to ask him who he was speaking to. He yelled back down that it wasn't him who was talking at all, it was the ball of yarn. I told him that balls of yarn don't talk and then he said something like 'shut up the yarn's tellin' me stuff', an' so I crouched there for a good five minutes waiting for Eric to finish up his conversation with a stupid ball of yarn. When he finally gets off my back it feels like I'm atlas and someone finally took the world off my shoulders. I get up to stretch and Eric goes and shoves this dirty ball of multicolored yarn into my face.
I stumbled backwards and nearly fell on my behind. I was about to tell Eric off but all of a sudden the yarn starts talking, and all the while Eric has this big stupid grin on his face like he's found the greatest treasure in the whole world. The yarn is speaking pretty quietly so I can't really hear it, but when I lean closer I get an earfull of:
"HI! ERIC TOLD ME YOUR NAME IS EDMUND."
I nearly fell again with how loud that thing was speaking. I told it to quiet down, it apologized, and I followed up by telling it to call me 'Ed' instead of 'Edmund', since Edmund is a bad name no one should ever be cursed with having to hear.
At this point Eric decides to tell me that the yarn is actually a musician, a guy who plays the harp, disguised as a ball of yarn to avoid being purchased by British gentleman's clubs. You see, this yarn was really an elaborate ruse to escape from the various nefarious parties. which were constantly on the look out for it, prying into its private business of making sweaters and being socks. How this yarn could both play the harp while undercover as a pair of mismatched socks I don't quite know, but at the time Eric seemed to be certain that this yarn was of uptmost importance, and being an incredibly gullible youth I believed him.
I was tempted to ask this ball of yarn some questions, but it was getting pretty late and your grandmother would've started yelling at the top of her lungs had I stayed out past sunset.
var numarray : array 1 .. 201 of int
var numberfromfile : int
var numberofslots : int
var tempvar : int
var arrayslot : int
var filenum : int
var finishsort : boolean
var numcheck : int
for a : 1 .. 201
numarray (a) := 9999
end for
proc reader
arrayslot := 1
open : filenum, "unsorted.dat", get
if filenum > 0 then
loop
exit when eof (filenum) or arrayslot = 200
get : filenum, numberfromfile
numarray (arrayslot) := numberfromfile
arrayslot := arrayslot + 1
end loop
close : filenum
numberofslots := arrayslot
put "The file has been read."
delay (2000)
else
put "\nError in opening file."
end if
end reader
proc selsort
arrayslot := 1
loop
exit when arrayslot = numberofslots
tempvar := numarray (arrayslot)
for n : arrayslot .. numberofslots
numarray (n) := numarray (n + 1)
put numarray (n)
end for
finishsort := false
numcheck := arrayslot
for i : 1 .. 8
put numarray (numberofslots)
end for
delay (3000)
loop
exit when finishsort = true
if numarray (numcheck) > tempvar then
for m : numcheck .. numberofslots
numarray (m + 1) := numarray (m)
end for
numarray (numcheck) := tempvar
finishsort := true
for i : 1 .. 8
put numarray (numberofslots)
end for
delay (3000)
end if
numcheck := numcheck + 1
end loop
arrayslot := arrayslot + 1
end loop
end selsort
reader
selsort
for i : 1 .. numberofslots
put numarray (numberofslots)
end for
You want a story? Yes, I can see it in you, I can see it in your eyes, you want dad to tell you a story. Mom's are good, but they're just not as good as dad's. I hope your mother didn't hear that. Now, let's see, there's one which I've been saving for a while, a good one; about kids and adventure. You're not the only one who once played around all day during the summer.
There was this one friend I had when I was a young'un. I was your age, he was a year younger. I think. He looked about a year younger than me. He was the kind of kid who never talked much about himself but loved talking about other people, not really in a way that would make him seem like suck-up, but more like he was honestly, genuinely concerned with what you were doing. He was a real weirdo. Over the summertime we'd hang out and play. We'd go on these little childish adventures. When you are young like yourself the world's a big place full of wonder and entertainment. A never-ending fountain of new experiences. We found a lot of fun in that, doing new things, wandering around in the forest and wading in creeks.
So, he and I would play. Thing is, I'd never have to imagine anything. Inside that head of his, he'd make up all the places we'd visit and the things we'd do, because he had enough imagination for the two of us. Things were so vivid when we played together, they almost seemed real. His name was Eric. He never did tell me his last name. And one of our greatest adventures was finding a ball of yarn.
Ah yes, but you see, this ball of yarn was not like any ordinary ball of yarn. This ball of yarn was a magical ball of yarn.
One day when we were trudging through Hazlitt Wood, Eric spotted something strange nestled into one of the oak tree's knots. It wasn't the usual browns and greens of the forest, oh no, this was bright like a rainbow! And so Eric had to get it. Back then I was a lot shorter, you see, so whenever one of us needed to reach something up high it'd always be me kneeling down on the ground with him standing on my back. In retrospect I probably should tossed him off every time he tried. Anyway, so I get on all fours and Eric climbs up on top of my back. He got on his toes and his boots dig right into my sweater and it hurt like a bother, but I didn't notice too much, because I could hear something coming from out of that knot in the tree. The voice wasn't Erics, and I was getting really surprised that maybe this yarn was special. I yelled up to him to ask him who he was speaking to. He yelled back down that it wasn't him who was talking at all, it was the ball of yarn. I told him that balls of yarn don't talk and then he said I should shut up because the yarn was telling him stuff, and so I crouched there for a good five minutes waiting for Eric to finish up his conversation with a stupid ball of yarn. When he finally gets off my back it feels like I'm atlas and someone finally took the world off my shoulders. I get up to stretch and Eric goes and shoves this dirty ball of multicolored yarn into my face.
I stumbled backwards and nearly fell on my behind. I was about to tell Eric off but all of a sudden the yarn starts talking, and all the while Eric has this big stupid grin on his face like he's found the greatest treasure in the whole world. I'm still pretty surprised that this ball of yarn is talking, so I'm not really paying much attention to it. When I get my bearings I lean a bit closer and I get an ear full of: "ERIC TOLD ME YOUR NAME IS EDMUND."
I nearly fell again with how loud that thing was yelling. I told it to quiet down, it apologized, and I followed up by telling it to call me 'Ed' instead of 'Edmund', since Edmund is a bad name no one should ever be cursed with having to hear.
At this point Eric decides to tell me that the yarn is actually a musician, a guy who plays the harp, disguised as a ball of yarn to avoid being purchased by British gentleman's clubs. The yarn seemed to sort of bend forward as if to confirm whatever is coming out of Eric's mouth. You see, this yarn was really an elaborate ruse to escape from various nefarious parties. This ball of yarn was on the run from diabolical corporations, big cats constantly on the look out for it, prying into its private business of making sweaters and knitting scarves. How this yarn could both play the harp while undercover as a pair of mismatched socks I don't quite know, but at the time Eric seemed to be certain that this yarn was of up most importance, and I suppose I was a lot more gullible back then, because I think I really believed him.
I was tempted to ask this ball of yarn some questions, but it was getting pretty late and your grandmother would've started yelling at the top of her lungs had I stayed out past sunset. Eric had noticed this too, he told the yarn that we'd put it back into the tree knot and come back tomorrow if it wanted to play. But the yarn, it'd have none of this. "TAKE ME WITH YOU!" the yarn yelled. Apparently it had forgotten that I had earlier asked it to quiet down a bit. Anyway, I think Eric and I took pity on the poor ball of yarn, because next thing I remember is us walking back through the woods to my house.
I remember the yarn asked a few questions of me on our way back, thankfully remembering its promise to not yell this time. What was my favourite game? Tag. What was my favourite pie? Pumpkin. What was I going to be? Doctor. What was the color of my hair? Red. The last seems kind of odd, but I suppose if you don't have eyes you don't know those kinds of things. The sun was just touching the horizon when Eric and I got to my house. Your grandmother was on the front porch, beckoning us over. Eric had tucked the ball of yarn into his pocket. I told your grandmother that I had invited Eric to sleep over. She shook her head. "You know your father doesn't like having friends over Edmund!" she said sternly, somehow sounding crotchety. I told her that we couldn't send Eric home in the dark. Eric smiled when she gave a great sigh and told us that she'd call Eric's mother to tell her that'd he would be staying over.
We got ready for bed, brushed our teeth. Eric spilled a glass of milk your grandmother had given him all over his pants. The yarn never let out a peep throughout the ordeal. Eric didn't have any pajamas with him, so I let him borrow a pair of mine. Your grandmother told us that'd she wind up having to do extra laundry and put another set of clothes out on the line with Eric having ruined his pants. Eric told me that'd the yarn would be safe, we'd come get it in the morning when he went home. My mother gave Eric my bed, I got to sleep on the floor. Pretty soon he was sound asleep. I remember some funny looking trucks pulling up to our house; I was worried they might have run over your grandfather's anvil. But I couldn't worry for long, because then I was asleep, too.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of Eric plucking off notes from the yarn, sitting right on my bed like it was his own. Your grandmother was quick to usher him out of the house after breakfast, she was never one much for company. He took the yarn with him. Over the summer sometimes we'd take out the yarn to play, fooling around with it and throwing it through the air. And yeah. That's the story of the magical ball of yarn.
Heh, pretty good, huh? Oh no, I'm not telling you another one. It's late enough, little mister! You have to get to bed, I'm not going to deal with you in the morning when it's impossible to wake you up. Now, lights out, and goodnight.
Oh, hey, how long have you been out here? I hope you didn't hear me insult your storytelling abiliti- ow. I guess you did. Listened through the entire thing, huh?
Not yet. He doesn't need to know, yet. Not all stories have happy endings yes, but, it's his time to believe in those happy endings. Childhood should be full of fun, a time when all your wishes can come true, and I wish that's how the story ended.
var numarray : array 1 .. 201 of int
var numberfromfile : int
var numberofslots : int
var tempvar : int
var arrayslot : int
var filenum : int
var finishsort : boolean
var numcheck : int
for a : 1 .. 201
numarray (a) := 9999
end for
proc reader
arrayslot := 1
open : filenum, "unsorted.dat", get
if filenum > 0 then
loop
exit when eof (filenum) or arrayslot = 200
get : filenum, numberfromfile
numarray (arrayslot) := numberfromfile
arrayslot := arrayslot + 1
end loop
close : filenum
numberofslots := arrayslot - 1
put "The file has been read."
delay (2000)
else
put "\nError in opening file."
end if
end reader
proc emptybuffer
var clean : string (1)
loop
if hasch then
getch (clean)
end if
exit when not hasch
end loop
end emptybuffer
proc selsort
var nsave : int
var nsavebool : boolean
arrayslot := 1
loop
exit when arrayslot = numberofslots - 1
tempvar := numarray (arrayslot)
nsave := 1
for n : arrayslot .. numberofslots
if tempvar > numarray (n) then
tempvar := numarray (n)
nsave := n
end if
end for
numarray (nsave) := numarray (arrayslot)
numarray (arrayslot) := tempvar
arrayslot := arrayslot + 1
for i : 1 .. numberofslots
put numarray (i)
end for
end loop
end selsort
proc insersort
var comparisoncount : int
var nsave : int
var lowestcheck : boolean
var cc : string (1)
arrayslot := 1
comparisoncount := 0
loop
exit when arrayslot = numberofslots + 1
tempvar := numarray (arrayslot)
lowestcheck := false
for decreasing m : arrayslot -1 .. 1
if numarray (m) > tempvar and m not= 1 then
comparisoncount := comparisoncount + 2
numarray (m + 1) := numarray (m)
elsif numarray (m) > tempvar and m = 1 then
comparisoncount := comparisoncount + 2
numarray (m + 1) := numarray (m)
numarray (m) := tempvar
elsif numarray (m) < tempvar and lowestcheck = false then
comparisoncount := comparisoncount + 2
numarray (m + 1) := tempvar
lowestcheck := true
end if
end for
for i : 1 .. numberofslots
put numarray (i)
end for
arrayslot := arrayslot + 1
end loop
put comparisoncount
end insersort
/*
finishsort := false
numcheck := arrayslot
for i : 1 .. 8
put numarray (numberofslots)
end for
delay (3000)
loop
exit when finishsort = true
if numarray (numcheck) > tempvar then
for m : 1 .. numberofslots
numarray (m + 1) := numarray (m)
end for
numarray (numcheck) := tempvar
finishsort := true
for i : 1 .. 8
put numarray (numberofslots)
end for
delay (3000)
end if
numcheck := numcheck + 1
end loop
*/
reader
insersort
You want a story? Yes, I can see it in you, I can see it in your eyes, you want dad to tell you a story. Mom's are good, but they're just not as good as dad's. I hope your mother didn't hear that. Now, let's see, there's one which I've been saving for a while, a good one; about kids and adventure. You're not the only one who once played around all day during the summer.
There was this one friend I had when I was a young'un. I was your age, he was a year younger. I think. He looked about a year younger than me. He was the kind of kid who never talked much about himself but loved talking about other people, not really in a way that would make him seem like suck-up, but more like he was honestly, genuinely concerned with what you were doing. He was a real weirdo. Over the summertime we'd hang out and play. We'd go on these little childish adventures. When you are young like yourself the world's a big place full of wonder and entertainment. A never-ending fountain of new experiences. We found a lot of fun in that, doing new things, wandering around in the forest and wading in creeks.
So, he and I would play. Thing is, I'd never have to imagine anything. Inside that head of his, he'd make up all the places we'd visit and the things we'd do, because he had enough imagination for the two of us. Things were so vivid when we played together, they almost seemed real. His name was Eric. He never did tell me his last name. And one of our greatest adventures was finding a ball of yarn.
Ah yes, but you see, this ball of yarn was not like any ordinary ball of yarn. This ball of yarn was a magical ball of yarn.
One day when we were trudging through Hazlitt Wood, Eric spotted something strange nestled into one of the oak tree's knots. It wasn't the usual browns and greens of the forest, oh no, this was bright like a rainbow! And so Eric had to get it. Back then I was a lot shorter, you see, so whenever one of us needed to reach something up high it'd always be me kneeling down on the ground with him standing on my back. In retrospect I probably should tossed him off every time he tried. Anyway, so I get on all fours and Eric climbs up on top of my back. He got on his toes and his boots dig right into my sweater and it hurt like a bother, but I didn't notice too much, because I could hear something coming from out of that knot in the tree. The voice wasn't Erics, and I was getting really surprised that maybe this yarn was special. I yelled up to him to ask him who he was speaking to. He yelled back down that it wasn't him who was talking at all, it was the ball of yarn. I told him that balls of yarn don't talk and then he said I should shut up because the yarn was telling him stuff, and so I crouched there for a good five minutes waiting for Eric to finish up his conversation with a stupid ball of yarn. When he finally gets off my back it feels like I'm atlas and someone finally took the world off my shoulders. I get up to stretch and Eric goes and shoves this dirty ball of multicolored yarn into my face.
I stumbled backwards and nearly fell on my behind. I was about to tell Eric off but all of a sudden the yarn starts talking, and all the while Eric has this big stupid grin on his face like he's found the greatest treasure in the whole world. I'm still pretty surprised that this ball of yarn is talking, so I'm not really paying much attention to it. When I get my bearings I lean a bit closer and I get an ear full of: "ERIC TOLD ME YOUR NAME IS EDMUND."
I nearly fell again with how loud that thing was yelling. I told it to quiet down, it apologized, and I followed up by telling it to call me 'Ed' instead of 'Edmund', since Edmund is a bad name no one should ever be cursed with having to hear.
At this point Eric decides to tell me that the yarn is actually a musician, a guy who plays the harp, disguised as a ball of yarn to avoid being purchased by British gentleman's clubs. The yarn seemed to sort of bend forward as if to confirm whatever is coming out of Eric's mouth. You see, this yarn was really an elaborate ruse to escape from various nefarious parties. This ball of yarn was on the run from diabolical corporations, big cats constantly on the look out for it, prying into its private business of making sweaters and knitting scarves. How this yarn could both play the harp while undercover as a pair of mismatched socks I don't quite know, but at the time Eric seemed to be certain that this yarn was of up most importance, and I suppose I was a lot more gullible back then, because I think I really believed him.
I was tempted to ask this ball of yarn some questions, but it was getting pretty late and your grandmother would've started yelling at the top of her lungs had I stayed out past sunset. Eric had noticed this too, he told the yarn that we'd put it back into the tree knot and come back tomorrow if it wanted to play. But the yarn, it'd have none of this. "TAKE ME WITH YOU!" the yarn yelled. Apparently it had forgotten that I had earlier asked it to quiet down a bit. Anyway, I think Eric and I took pity on the poor ball of yarn, because next thing I remember is us walking back through the woods to my house.
I remember the yarn asked a few questions of me on our way back, thankfully remembering its promise to not yell this time. What was my favourite game? Tag. What was my favourite pie? Pumpkin. What was I going to be? Doctor. What was the color of my hair? Red. The last seems kind of odd, but I suppose if you don't have eyes you don't know those kinds of things. The sun was just touching the horizon when Eric and I got to my house. Your grandmother was on the front porch, beckoning us over. Eric had tucked the ball of yarn into his pocket. I told your grandmother that I had invited Eric to sleep over. She shook her head. "You know your father doesn't like having friends over Edmund!" she said sternly, somehow sounding crotchety. I told her that we couldn't send Eric home in the dark. Eric smiled when she gave a great sigh and told us that she'd call Eric's mother to tell her that'd he would be staying over.
We got ready for bed, brushed our teeth. Eric spilled a glass of milk your grandmother had given him all over his pants. The yarn never let out a peep throughout the ordeal. Eric didn't have any pajamas with him, so I let him borrow a pair of mine. Your grandmother told us that'd she wind up having to do extra laundry and put another set of clothes out on the line with Eric having ruined his pants. Eric told me that'd the yarn would be safe, we'd come get it in the morning when he went home. My mother gave Eric my bed, I got to sleep on the floor. Pretty soon he was sound asleep. I remember some funny looking trucks pulling up to our house; I was worried they might have run over your grandfather's anvil. But I couldn't worry for long, because then I was asleep, too.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of Eric plucking off notes from the yarn, sitting right on my bed like it was his own. Your grandmother was quick to usher him out of the house after breakfast, eager as ever to make sure the house stayed clean. He took the yarn with him. Over the summer sometimes we'd take out the yarn to play, fooling around with it and throwing it through the air, asking it all sorts of questions. And yeah. That's the story of the magical ball of yarn.
Heh, pretty good, huh? Oh no, I'm not telling you another one. It's late enough, little mister! You have to get to bed, I'm not going to deal with you in the morning when it's impossible to wake you up. Now, lights out, and goodnight.
Oh, hey, how long have you been out here? I hope you didn't hear me insult your storytelling abiliti- ow. I guess you did. Listened through the entire thing, huh?
Not yet. He doesn't need to know, yet. Not all stories have happy endings yes, but, it's his time to believe in those happy endings. Childhood should be full of fun, a time when all your wishes can come true, and I wish that's how the story ended.
You want a story? Yes, I can see it in you, I can see it in your eyes, you want dad to tell you a story. Mom's are good, but they're just not as good as dad's. I hope your mother didn't hear that. Now, let's see, there's one which I've been saving for a while, a good one; about kids and adventure. You're not the only one who once played around all day during the summer.
There was this one friend I had when I was a young'un. I was your age, he was a year younger. I think. He looked about a year younger than me. He was the kind of kid who never talked much about himself but loved talking about other people, not really in a way that would make him seem like suck-up, but more like he was honestly, genuinely concerned with what you were doing. He was a real weirdo. Over the summertime we'd hang out and play. We'd go on these little childish adventures. When you are young like yourself the world's a big place full of wonder and entertainment. A never-ending fountain of new experiences. We found a lot of fun in that, doing new things, wandering around in the forest and wading in creeks.
So, he and I would play. Thing is, I'd never have to imagine anything. Inside that head of his, he'd make up all the places we'd visit and the things we'd do, because he had enough imagination for the two of us. Things were so vivid when we played together, they almost seemed real. His name was Eric. He never did tell me his last name. And one of our greatest adventures was finding a ball of yarn.
Ah yes, but you see, this ball of yarn was not like any ordinary ball of yarn. This ball of yarn was a magical ball of yarn.
One day when we were trudging through Hazlitt Wood, Eric spotted something strange nestled into one of the oak tree's knots. It wasn't the usual browns and greens of the forest, oh no, this was bright like a rainbow! And so Eric had to get it. Back then I was a lot shorter, you see, so whenever one of us needed to reach something up high it'd always be me kneeling down on the ground with him standing on my back. In retrospect I probably should tossed him off every time he tried. Anyway, so I get on all fours and Eric climbs up on top of my back. He got on his toes and his boots dig right into my sweater and it hurt like a bother, but I didn't notice too much, because I could hear something coming from out of that knot in the tree. The voice wasn't Erics, and I was getting really surprised that maybe this yarn was special. I yelled up to him to ask him who he was speaking to. He yelled back down that it wasn't him who was talking at all, it was the ball of yarn. I told him that balls of yarn don't talk and then he said I should shut up because the yarn was telling him stuff, and so I crouched there for a good five minutes waiting for Eric to finish up his conversation with a stupid ball of yarn. When he finally gets off my back it feels like I'm atlas and someone finally took the world off my shoulders. I get up to stretch and Eric goes and shoves this dirty ball of multicolored yarn into my face.
I stumbled backwards and nearly fell on my behind. I was about to tell Eric off but all of a sudden the yarn starts talking, and all the while Eric has this big stupid grin on his face like he's found the greatest treasure in the whole world. I'm still pretty surprised that this ball of yarn is talking, so I'm not really paying much attention to it. When I get my bearings I lean a bit closer and I get an ear full of: "ERIC TOLD ME YOUR NAME IS EDMUND."
I nearly fell again with how loud that thing was yelling. I told it to quiet down, it apologized, and I followed up by telling it to call me 'Ed' instead of 'Edmund', since Edmund is a bad name no one should ever be cursed with having to hear.
At this point Eric decides to tell me that the yarn is actually a musician, a guy who plays the harp, disguised as a ball of yarn to avoid being purchased by British gentleman's clubs. The yarn seemed to sort of bend forward as if to confirm whatever is coming out of Eric's mouth. You see, this yarn was really an elaborate ruse to escape from various nefarious parties. This ball of yarn was on the run from diabolical corporations, big cats constantly on the look out for it, prying into its private business of making sweaters and knitting scarves. How this yarn could both play the harp while undercover as a pair of mismatched socks I don't quite know, but at the time Eric seemed to be certain that this yarn was of up most importance, and I suppose I was a lot more gullible back then, because I think I really believed him.
I was tempted to ask this ball of yarn some questions, but it was getting pretty late and your grandmother would've started yelling at the top of her lungs had I stayed out past sunset. Eric had noticed this too, he told the yarn that we'd put it back into the tree knot and come back tomorrow if it wanted to play. But the yarn, it'd have none of this. "TAKE ME WITH YOU!" the yarn yelled. Apparently it had forgotten that I had earlier asked it to quiet down a bit. Anyway, I think Eric and I took pity on the poor ball of yarn, because next thing I remember is us walking back through the woods to my house.
I remember the yarn asked a few questions of me on our way back, thankfully remembering its promise to not yell this time. What was my favourite game? Tag. What was my favourite pie? Pumpkin. What was I going to be? Doctor. What was the color of my hair? Red. The last seems kind of odd, but I suppose if you don't have eyes you don't know those kinds of things. The sun was just touching the horizon when Eric and I got to my house. Your grandmother was on the front porch, beckoning us over. Eric had tucked the ball of yarn into his pocket. I told your grandmother that I had invited Eric to sleep over. She shook her head. "You know your father doesn't like having friends over Edmund!" she said sternly, somehow sounding crotchety. I told her that we couldn't send Eric home in the dark. Eric smiled when she gave a great sigh and told us that she'd call Eric's mother to tell her that'd he would be staying over.
We got ready for bed, brushed our teeth. Eric spilled a glass of milk your grandmother had given him all over his pants. The yarn never let out a peep throughout the ordeal. Eric didn't have any pajamas with him, so I let him borrow a pair of mine. Your grandmother told us that'd she wind up having to do extra laundry and put another set of clothes out on the line with Eric having ruined his pants. Eric told me that'd the yarn would be safe, we'd come get it in the morning when he went home. My mother gave Eric my bed, I got to sleep on the floor. Pretty soon he was sound asleep. I remember some funny looking trucks pulling up to our house; I was worried they might have run over your grandfather's anvil. But I couldn't worry for long, because then I was asleep, too.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of Eric plucking off notes from the yarn, sitting right on my bed like it was his own. Your grandmother was quick to usher him out of the house after breakfast, eager as ever to make sure the house stayed clean. He took the yarn with him. Over the summer sometimes we'd take out the yarn to play, fooling around with it and throwing it through the air, asking it all sorts of questions. And yeah. That's the story of the magical ball of yarn.
Heh, pretty good, huh? Oh no, I'm not telling you another one. It's late enough, little mister! You have to get to bed, I'm not going to deal with you in the morning when it's impossible to wake you up. Now, lights out, and goodnight.
Oh, hey, how long have you been out here? I hope you didn't hear me insult your storytelling abiliti- ow. I guess you did. Listened through the entire thing, huh?
Not yet. He doesn't need to know, yet. Not all stories have happy endings yes, but, it's his time to believe in those happy endings. Childhood should be full of fun, a time when all your wishes can come true, and I wish that's how the story ended.
SCP Recovered: SCP-066
Date: 08/25/19██
Location: Manchester, United Kingdom//SCP-066 was recovered on 08/25/19██, in Manchester, following investigation into an SCP-130 package in the neighboring town of Stockport. Mobile Task Force Alpha-4 (aka "Pony Express") discovered SCP-066 beneath the clothesline of a middle class residence while returning to Site-18. Anomalous behavior became apparent after SCP-066 You want a story? Yes, I can see it in you, I can see it in your eyes, you want dad to tell you a story. Mom's are good, but they're just not as good as dad's. I hope your mother didn't hear that. Now, let's see, there's one which I've been saving for a while, a good one; about kids and adventure. You're not the only one who once played around all day during the summer.
end main
main
Window.Close (window)
http://www.papalencyclicals.net/Pius11/P11QUADR.HTM
http://www.papalencyclicals.net/Paul06/p6develo.htm
http://www.vatican.va/archive/ccc_css/archive/catechism/p3s2c2a0.htm
http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/15571a.htm
SCP-450 activity is in decline following incident 450-2242-12.
var x : int
setscreen ("graphics:640,480, offscreenonly")
var x : int
var y : int
var button : int
var cc : string (1)
var ultraballs : int
var netballs : int
var quikballs : int
var ballchosen : int
var xmovement : int
var ymovement : int
var level : int
var n : int
var catchcount : int
var difficulty : int
type pokemon :
record
xpos : int
ypos : int
HP : int
kind : int
xmovement : int
ymovement : int
ydir : int
xdir : int
end record
var pokemonlist : array 1 .. 11 of pokemon
var pokemonscreen : array 1 .. 8 of pokemon
process pokemonmovement
loop
cls
for m : 1 .. 3
if pokemonscreen (m).xpos < 0 then
pokemonscreen (m).xdir := 1
elsif pokemonscreen (m).xpos > 640 then
pokemonscreen (m).xdir := -1
end if
if pokemonscreen (m).ypos < 0 then
pokemonscreen (m).ydir := 1
elsif pokemonscreen (m).ypos > 480 then
pokemonscreen (m).ydir := -1
end if
pokemonscreen (m).xpos := pokemonscreen (m).xpos + (pokemonscreen (m).xmovement)*(pokemonscreen (m).xdir)
pokemonscreen (m).ypos := pokemonscreen (m).ypos + (pokemonscreen (m).ymovement)*(pokemonscreen (m).ydir)
drawfillbox (pokemonscreen (m).xpos + 10, pokemonscreen (m).ypos + 10, pokemonscreen (m).xpos - 10, pokemonscreen (m).ypos - 10, red)
end for
View.Update
end loop
end pokemonmovement
proc theactualgame
level := 1
ultraballs := 0
netballs := 0
quikballs := 0
ballchosen := 1
loop
for h : 1 .. 3
pokemonscreen (h).kind := Rand.Int ((2 * level) - 1, 2 * level)
pokemonscreen (h).ypos := Rand.Int (40, 440)
pokemonscreen (h).xpos := Rand.Int (0, 640)
pokemonscreen (h).HP := 2
pokemonscreen (h).xmovement := 1
pokemonscreen (h).ymovement := 1
pokemonscreen(h).xdir := 1
pokemonscreen(h).ydir := 1
end for
fork pokemonmovement
loop
mousewhere (x, y, button)
if level = 1 then
elsif level = 2 then
elsif level = 3 then
elsif level = 4 then
end if
if hasch then
getch (cc)
if cc = "1" then
ballchosen := 1
elsif cc = "2" and quikballs > 0 then
ballchosen := 2
elsif cc = "3" and netballs > 0 then
ballchosen := 3
elsif cc = "4" and ultraballs > 0 then
ballchosen := 4
end if
end if
if ballchosen = 2 and quikballs = 0 or ballchosen = 3 and netballs = 0 or ballchosen = 4 and ultraballs = 0 then
ballchosen := 1
end if
for n : 1 .. 3
if x < pokemonscreen (n).xpos + 50 and x > pokemonscreen (n).xpos - 50 and y < pokemonscreen (n).ypos + 50 and y > pokemonscreen (n).ypos - 50 and button = 1 then
if ballchosen = 1 then
pokemonscreen (n).HP := pokemonscreen (n).HP - 1
elsif ballchosen = 2 and pokemonscreen (n).kind = 1 or ballchosen = 2 and pokemonscreen (n).kind = 2 then
if Rand.Int (1, 1000) > 500 then
pokemonscreen (n).HP := pokemonscreen (n).HP - 2
end if
elsif ballchosen = 2 then
pokemonscreen (n).HP := pokemonscreen (n).HP - 1
elsif ballchosen = 3 and pokemonscreen (n).kind = 3 then
pokemonscreen (n).HP := pokemonscreen (n).HP - 2
elsif ballchosen = 3 then
pokemonscreen (n).HP := pokemonscreen (n).HP - 1
elsif ballchosen = 4 then
pokemonscreen (n).HP := pokemonscreen (n).HP - 2
end if
if pokemonscreen (n).HP < 1 and level < 4 then
pokemonscreen (n).kind := Rand.Int (2 * level, (2 * level) - 1)
pokemonscreen (n).ypos := Rand.Int (40, 440)
pokemonscreen (n).xpos := Rand.Int (0, 640)
pokemonscreen (n).HP := 2
if difficulty = 1 then
pokemonscreen (n).xmovement := Rand.Int (0, 2)
pokemonscreen (n).ymovement := Rand.Int (0, 2)
elsif difficulty = 2 then
pokemonscreen (n).xmovement := Rand.Int (1, 3)
pokemonscreen (n).ymovement := Rand.Int (1, 3)
else
pokemonscreen (n).xmovement := Rand.Int (2, 4)
pokemonscreen (n).ymovement := Rand.Int (2, 4)
end if
catchcount := catchcount + 1
end if
if pokemonscreen (n).HP < 1 and level = 4 then
pokemonscreen (n).xpos := 50000
catchcount := catchcount + 1
end if
end if
end for
end loop
end loop
end theactualgame
theactualgame
var quitter : boolean
var ex, ey : int
var speedx, speedy : int
var x, y, butt : int
var window : int
var hits : int
var shots : int
var cc : string (1)
var timer, timenow, starttime : int
proc clocktime
locate (1, 40)
put timer - timenow, " " ..
if floor ((Time.Elapsed - starttime) / 1000) >= 1 then
timenow := timenow + 1
starttime := Time.Elapsed
end if
end clocktime
proc fire (x, y : int)
if x > ex - 20 and x < ex + 20 and y > ey - 20 and y < ey + 20 then
quitter := true
end if
for i : 1 .. 20
drawfilloval (x, y, i, i, 4)
delay (2)
end for
for i : 1 .. 20
drawfilloval (x, y, i, i, 31)
delay (2)
end for
end fire
process ball
var xdir, ydir, c : int
xdir := 1
ydir := 1
randint (ex, 0, 640)
randint (ey, 0, 480)
loop
randint (c, 1, 100)
if ex <= 0 then
xdir := 1
elsif ex >= 640 then
xdir := -1
end if
if ey <= 0 then
ydir := 1
elsif ey >= 480 then
ydir := -1
end if
ex := ex + speedx * xdir
ey := ey + speedy * ydir
drawfilloval (ex, ey, 20, 20, c)
delay (10)
drawfilloval (ex, ey, 20, 20, 31)
exit when quitter = true
end loop
end ball
proc shoot
quitter := false
fork ball
loop
clocktime
locate (1, 1)
put "Shots:\t", shots ..
locate (2, 1)
put "Hits:\t", hits ..
mousewhere (x, y, butt)
if butt = 1 then
fire (x, y)
shots := shots + 1
end if
if timer - timenow <= 0 then
quitter := true
end if
exit when quitter = true
end loop
hits := hits + 1
end shoot
proc multiple
window := Window.Open ("position:200,200;graphics:640,480")
hits := 0
shots := 0
timer := 60
timenow := 0
starttime := Time.Elapsed
loop
randint (speedx, 1, hits + 2)
randint (speedy, 1, hits + 2)
shoot
for i : 1 .. 5
drawfillbox (0, 0, 640, 480, 12)
delay (2)
drawfillbox (0, 0, 640, 480, 31)
end for
exit when timer - timenow <= 0
end loop
cls
put "Your Shooting Percentage"
put "Shots fired:\t", shots
put "Hits:\t", hits
put "Percentage\t", (hits / shots * 100) : 0 : 2, "%"
getch (cc)
Window.Close (window)
end multiple
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX superficially resembles a ██████-made cadaver dissection table. It is 0.8m high, composed of stainless steel, and wheeled. It has no identifying marks save for a series of scratches on the underside of the *tabletop* and the word 'AUTOMATE' printed in marker on the rear end of the table.
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX are large humanoid entities, measuring between 4.67m to 14.28m in height, and are usually 0.7m to 0.17m in abdominal width. Specimens exhibit grossly disproportionate hands and feet, with significantly elongated fingers and toes. They display unusual dexterity in all their extremities, and have superfluous . Due to their size, SCP-XXXX specimens can not stand unaided, and they must use walls or other structures to support themselves. Specimens have only a cartiledge derivative that takes the place of bone in their bodies. This feature, in addition to the abnormally high collagen levels within SCP-XXXX, allows specimens a diverse range of movements without injuring themselves. Nonetheless, cases exist where specimens have become trapped and perished from physical trauma, generally during home maintenance, or .
SCP-XXXX is devoid of most body hair, except for that located on the crown of the head. Their face and jaw structure has several neotenous qualities, such as large eyes, shrunken jaw, and a spherical shape. The blood vessels of the eyes in recovered specimens have burst, but this appears to be as a result of exposure to bright light rather than a feature inherent in SCP-XXXX. The nails of specimens grow at a highly accelerated rate, and are prone to chipping and cracking.
Dissection shows that specimens lack muscle and fat tissues with most internal organs having become heavily atrophied or otherwise nonfunctional. Blood of specimens congeals instantly upon removal from body. Digestive track appears nonfunctional, terminating around the T12 vertibrae. No specimen has been observed to consume any sort of substance as nourishment. Specimens are able to breathe and manage their cardiovascular systems, but appear to do so based on conditions not associated with biological need. Despite lack of muscle tissue, SCP-XXXX exhibits unusual strength, being able to exert over fourteen-hundred (1400) Newtons while grasping test sub security personnel.
SCP-XXXX lives primarily in suburban homes and preschools, nesting in groups. The largest count observed so far has been twenty-three (23), at a preschool in ███████, █████████. Migration is rare, but occurs overnight and happens most often during demolishing or periods of extensive construction. When moving outside of a household, SCP-XXXX will maintain a profile close to the surface of the ground, usually attempting the enter a home through a chimney or exterior vent. Specimens prefer enclosed spaces, such as attics and crawl spaces, and ideally will find some way to enter into the building's infrastructure. If necessary, SCP-XXXX will damage or destroy parts of the structure's wooden frame to facilitate its progress, and from this area penetrate the ventilation system. Instances of SCP-XXXX are largely dormant unless there is present a human who is under six (6) years of age.
SCP-XXXX is usually nocturnal in its behavior, but instances have been observed to occasionally act during daylight hours. When a subject under six (6) years of age is within the residence of an SCP-XXXX specimen, the specimen will engage in an observation period. During periods where the subject is occupied or asleep, they will expend extended periods watching them, and otherwise mimic their facial expressions and actions while asleep or occupied. SCP-XXXX will also occasionally retrieve objects of the subject's possession. This observational period may last up to several years, continuing to engage in it even if the subject ages past six (6) years.
Following this period, SCP-XXXX will attempt to abduct the subject by force. If more than one SCP-XXXX specimen has taken interest in the subject, the specimens may brawl over that particular subject until one submits. SCP-XXXX will usually abduct subjects while they are asleep, generally by extending a limb through a nearby ventilation duct (deforming it in the process such that the subject may enter) and removing the subject. SCP-XXXX is extremely skilled at ensuring the subjects stay asleep during the process, although this is by no preternatural means. Once subjects are retrieved, SCP-XXXX will reconstruct objects it may have damaged during the abduction.
A new SCP-XXXX instance will be generated from the subject, maintaining facial structure and relative levels of intelligence. It is unknown how this process is undergone, as a successful procedure has never been observed directly or indirectly by Foundation scientists. The size of SCP-XXXX specimens is roughly correlated to their size at time of abduction, although those in containment have appeared to grow a limited amount since their transformations. Once the abduction process is complete, specimens will regularly interact with one another, until one (1) to four (4) weeks have passed, after which they will enter a dormant state and become receptive to the presence of new subjects.
old man + brother
682/035
165/440
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:: SCP-XXXX is to be sealed within a monitored chamber with its display side face-up at all times. Automatic image-to-text translation software is to continuously decrypt, analyze, and log messages appearing on SCP-XXXX's display. No less than two (2) personnel are to be stationed within the chamber for the purpose of transcribing messages in the case of technical failure. Both of these personnel should be fluent in decryption techniques. In the case that a message is generated within statistically accepted parameters of an SCP-XXXX Augur-type event, Procedure Lambda-Aleph is de facto authorized by the O5 Council. Procedure Lambda-Aleph is to then be transmitted to the task force nearest the location of the Augur-type event with Class Two priority, although Class One can be given in extenuating circumstances. An increase in priority must be authorized by at least one (1) level-four personnel. In the case that a message is generated with unusual or anomalous characteristics, it is to be flagged for later review by Foundation Data Analysis.
In order to facilitate successful implementation of Procedure Lambda-Aleph, MTF-Aleph subunits 78-110 are to be stationed in areas without rapid-response capabilities by other MTF units. Due to the high casualty rate of MTFs who conduct Procedure Lambda-Aleph, MTF-Aleph is to consist primarily of D-Class personnel. MTF-Aleph personnel who are not D-Class are to be rotated out of duty for at least four (4) months between implementations of Procedure Lambda-Aleph by their unit, so as to avoid overexposure to amnesiac agents. MTF-Aleph subunits 1-77 are to supplement and to reinforce existing MTF elements, but are to treat Procedure Lambda-Aleph orders as Class One, regardless of circumstance.
Description: SCP-XXXX consists of a spheroid metallic object with a 0.075m radius, which expands at 0.065m down its longitudinal radius into a conical shape with a 0.150m radius. On the base of the object is a series of thirty-one dots arranged in a hexagonal pattern. The object appears to have been subject to minor wear prior to its discovery.
SCP-XXXX was found by the SCP Foundation in 1874 in a container of clam chowder in the Site-19 cafeteria. Cafeteria staff were unable to explain its presence. Due to its anomalous physical properties, it was soon after classified as an anomalous object.
Samples of the object was retrieved from its wear sites, and cursory analysis was performed using these samples. Results were surprising and incredibly impressive; the material was composed of several known elements - mainly boron, carbon, magnesium, and titanium, but also had several non-trace readings which could not be explained by either artifacts generated during spectroscopy or errors made during sample preparation. The sample exhibited properties which were better than all structural and industrial steels, save for a few specialized metals used for tools and casting. Mechanical properties indicated a tensile yield strength of 3290 MPa and a compressive yield strength of 2900 MPa (for reference, Grade 5 Titanium alloy has a tensile yield strength of 880 MPa and a compressive yield strength of 970 MPa). Limited chemical testing could be done, due to the scarcity of the material, but the few results that were able to be gleaned seemed to indicate high corrosion and thermal resistance.
It is suspected that with enough force (either mechanically induced or otherwise), SCP-XXXX could be opened, or at the very least additional samples of the object could be taken. However, as it is currently unknown whether SCP-XXXX predicts or causes Augur-type events, no testing of this nature is authorized at this time.
On regular intervals of one (1) second, SCP-XXXX will update its display. Following its recovery, and during its observation period thereafter, SCP-XXXX was determined to display a sequence of X patterns of dots over X seconds, and then repeat. Due to low numbers of cryptanalysts in Foundation employ at the time of SCP-XXXX's acquistion, and due to SCP-XXXX's low assigned priority at its time of acquisition, no progress was made on decrypting this sequence. SCP-XXXX was relegated to long-term storage in the November of 1884. It was not until the March of 1896 that these patterns were deciphered by the then-chief researcher of anomalous objects, Dr. Blackbox. This message can be found in Log-XXXX-1. After being removed from long-term storage, it was discovered SCP-XXXX had begun displaying a different sequence of patterns consistent with its standard waiting sequence. It is unknown at what time during its period of long-term storage when SCP-XXXX's behavior change. It is unknown what quantity, or if any, Augur-type events took place during the object's period of long-term storage. Judging from usual SCP-XXXX-1 physiology, it is unlikely if any instances are alive from this period are alive today.
Expansion on Dr. Blackbox's work in the early twentieth century led to a total deciphering of the object's encoded display messages. Different patterns of illumination of the thirty-one dots correspond to different compositions of English, French, Spanish, and Mandarin Chinese characters, with the cardinal four dots being used as standards to show which language is being used at that time. All messages delivered by SCP-XXXX are delivered once in each of these languages, except for particular cases (see interview-log-xxxx-1-3)
Idea 1
We've got a live one. Whispering. There's something coming and I don't know if I can stop it. There's a lot going down. Contained in a steel case. That's all we ever needed. Well, not anymore. I've got you, don't worry. They're coming for us, it's a matter of time. It's going to be a bit longer now, hold on, we've got it. There;s something here It's… golden? I'm going in for a nother look. Wait. Hold on. It's moving. Oh my god. It's a person.
What are you doing there, doctor? All of you here, in this place, you look for knowledge. My creators sought knowledge, you know, they did so with unrivaled zeal. Does humanity know that? Do you know that? That all you strive for will only lead you to a darker end.
There is a certain beauty in greek architecture, you know? I mean, they came up with ideas like that of the atom, and they did it entirely by thinking about the world around them. Imagine what you might do if you cut yourself off from everything, if the whole world just ceased to exist, and all that remained was your mind. It's what happened to them. I remember hearing about how their screams left patterns in the cosmic background radiation.
Don't you get it? Or maybe you never will. I'm trying to protect you from an idea. A concept. That is why they are mere men and women and children. That is why your efforts succeeded.
It is an idea we hunt.
An idea we kill.
Hand of the Cricket; programmed with limited responses
- Warns folks of the knowledge coming forth in people
high proportion are scp personnel, with other GOIs also being around
Doctor extrapolating the idea that the knowledge.
Global censorship of that knowledge via amnesiac somethin (make this a subtle note. world-wide application of ennui-5)
Reoccurrance. Successful containment.
I live in your heart. In all of your hearts.
its the knowledge of how to use scps gasp =o maybe? i'm not sure.
' An 'emperor' of mankind, who when initially examined appears immortal, but is in fact a submerged consciousness present in all human beings.'
Call it 'The Emperor's New Hosts" looool
overseers' future message makes it sound like an immortal emperor
http://visual-records.wdfiles.com/local--files/space/mountains.jpg
messages 1 letter at a time. getting worse over time.
Idea 2
A sample of the material was able to be retrieved from the object, whereupon cursory analysis was performed. Results were surprising and incredibly impressive; the material was composed of several known elements - mainly boron, carbon, magnesium, and titanium, but also had several non-trace readings which could not be explained by either artifacts generated during spectroscopy or errors made during sample preparation. This material had properties that were better than all structural and industrial steels, save for a few specialized metals used for tools and casting. Mechanical properties indicated a tensile yield strength of 3290 MPa and a compressive yield strength of 2900 MPa (for reference, Grade 5 Titanium alloy has a tensile yield strength of 880 MPa and a compressive yield strength of 970 MPa). Limited chemical testing could be done, due to the scarcity of the material, but the few results that were able to be gleaned seemed to indicate high corrosion and thermal resistance.
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| SCP-2000 |
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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:: SCP-XXXX is to be sealed within a monitored chamber with its display side face-up at all times. Automatic image-to-text translation software is to continuously decrypt, analyze, and log messages appearing on SCP-XXXX's display. No less than two (2) personnel are to be stationed within the chamber for the purpose of transcribing messages in the case of technical failure. Both of these personnel should be fluent in decryption techniques. In the case that a message is generated within statistically accepted parameters of an Augur-type event, Procedure Lambda-Aleph is de facto authorized by the O5 Council. Procedure Lambda-Aleph is to then be transmitted to the task force nearest the location of the Augur-type event with Class Two priority, although Class One can be given in extenuating circumstances. An increase in priority must be authorized by at least one (1) level-four personnel. In the case that a message is generated with unusual or anomalous characteristics, it is to be flagged for later review by Foundation Data Analysis.
In order to facilitate successful implementation of Procedure Lambda-Aleph, MTF-Aleph subunits 78-110 are to be stationed in areas without rapid-response capabilities by other MTF units. Due to the high casualty rate of MTFs who conduct Procedure Lambda-Aleph, MTF-Aleph is to consist primarily of D-Class personnel. MTF-Aleph personnel who are not D-Class are to be rotated out of duty for at least four (4) months between implementations of Procedure Lambda-Aleph by their unit, so as to avoid overexposure to amnesiac agents. MTF-Aleph subunits 1-77 are to supplement and to reinforce existing MTF elements, but are to treat Procedure Lambda-Aleph orders as Class One, regardless of circumstance.
In the case that the MTF subunit conducting Procedure Lambda-Aleph is compromised and no other subunits can respond , or in the case that SCP-XXXX-1 leaves the detection threshold with all responding MTF subunits having lost contact, sterilization of a an area with radius twenty (20) kilometers from the epicenter of the Augur-type event is to be conducted by incendiary or conventional bombardment. Sterilization of any larger area must be authorized by at least one (1) Level-five personnel. Surviving members of a compromised MTF subunit are to be subjected to Procedure Lambda-Aleph by double-blind operators once they return from the field.
Description: SCP-XXXX consists of a spheroid metallic object with a 0.075m radius, which expands at 0.065m down its longitudinal radius into a conical shape with a 0.150m radius. On the base of the object is a series of thirty-one dots arranged in a hexagonal pattern. The object appears to have been subject to minor wear prior to its discovery.
SCP-XXXX was found by the SCP Foundation in 1874 in a container of clam chowder in the Site-19 cafeteria. Cafeteria staff were unable to explain its presence. Due to its anomalous physical properties, it was soon after classified as an anomalous object.
Samples of the object was retrieved from its wear sites, and cursory analysis was performed using these samples. Results were surprising and incredibly impressive; the material was composed of several known elements - mainly boron, carbon, magnesium, and titanium, but also had several non-trace readings which could not be explained by either artifacts generated during spectroscopy or errors made during sample preparation. The sample exhibited properties which were better than all structural and industrial steels, save for a few specialized metals used for tools and casting. Mechanical properties indicated a tensile yield strength of 3290 MPa and a compressive yield strength of 2900 MPa (for reference, Grade 5 Titanium alloy has a tensile yield strength of 880 MPa and a compressive yield strength of 970 MPa). Limited chemical and physical testing could be done, due to the scarcity of the material, but the few results that were able to be gleaned seemed to indicate high corrosion and thermal resistance.
It is suspected that with enough force (either mechanically induced or otherwise), SCP-XXXX could be opened, or at the very least additional samples of the object could be taken. However, as it is currently unknown whether SCP-XXXX predicts or causes Augur-type events, no testing of this nature is authorized at this time.
On regular intervals of one (1) second, SCP-XXXX will update its display. Following its recovery, and during its observation period thereafter, SCP-XXXX was determined to display a sequence of X patterns of dots over X seconds, and then repeat. Due to low numbers of cryptanalysts in Foundation employ at the time of SCP-XXXX's acquistion, and due to SCP-XXXX's low assigned priority at its time of acquisition, no progress was made on decrypting this sequence. SCP-XXXX was relegated to long-term storage in the November of 1884. It was not until the March of 1896 that these patterns were deciphered by the then-chief researcher of anomalous objects, Dr. ████████. This message can be found in Log-XXXX-1. After being removed from long-term storage, it was discovered SCP-XXXX had begun displaying a different sequence of patterns consistent with its standard waiting sequence. It is unknown at what time during its period of long-term storage when SCP-XXXX's behavior changed. It is unknown what quantity, or if any, Augur-type events took place during the object's period of long-term storage. Judging from usual SCP-XXXX-1 physiology, it is unlikely any instances from this period are alive today.
Expansion on Dr. ████████’s work in the early twentieth century led to a total deciphering of the object's encoded display messages. Different patterns of illumination of the thirty-one dots correspond to different compositions of English, French, Spanish, and Mandarin Chinese characters, with the cardinal four dots being used as standards to show which language is being used at that time. All messages delivered by SCP-XXXX are delivered once in each of these languages, except for particular cases (see Recovered Documentation Log CTOS47-XXXX)
On undetermined intervals, SCP-XXXX will break its standard waiting sequence and begin a new sequence. New sequences have sequences have been observed with lengths of one to ninety (1-90) characters. In fifty-six (56) percent of breaks, the new sequence is within statistically accepted parameters of an Augur-type event. Augur-type event sequences repeat until such a time as the SCP-XXXX-1 associated with them is killed or the instance leaves the detection threshold. Detection thresholds have been observed with radii of five-hundred (500) meters to fifteen (15) kilometers. Augur-type event sequences consist in a set of longitudinal and latitudinal coordinates, a name, and a birth gender. Additional information is included in some, but not all of these sequences. Such information may range from the mundane (hair or eye color), to the specific (genetic information, previous meals). A full list of deciphered information may be found in [REDACTED]. Invariably, all information delivered by SCP-XXXX corresponds to the SCP-XXXX-1 instance that is locus to the Augur-type event.
SCP-XXXX-1 instances appear human in all physiological capacities. Unfortunately, due to their tendency to self-terminate as a means to prevent capture by the Foundation, it has so far been impossible to determine a psychological profile for these entities. [Psychological here]
Recovered Documentation Log CTOS47-XXXX-1, ██-██-████: The initial message was decoded as follows. Upon initial decryption, a number of apparent ‘junk characters’ (suspected at the time to be static) were found after the message. Junk characters were later determined to correspond to unique SNPs in O5 Council members.
Hello,
To whomever has decrypted this, I thank you for your time. Please give this message to the member of your facility’s staff with the highest security clearance, and consume 1.5g of Class C amnesiacs.
I will keep this brief. I have taken the liberty of appending this message with additional information that, given time, should help prove the placement of your trust in us.
We have sent you this artifact as a means to avoid an XK-Class scenario. Project Cricket’s Hand should enable you to detect entity Lambda-Aleph. Entity Lambda-Aleph is some sort of mental parasite, able to hijack human bodies for its own uses. Entity Lambda-Aleph appears in all respects immortal. It can survive total destruction of its host. We have yet to discover its transmission vector, and have yet to find a way to stop it from being able to transfer from host to host.
It will likely make its way into a place of political power. Entity Lambda-Aleph has the propensity to make great leaps in science and technology by explaining and often making use of anomalous objects. Entity Lambda-Aleph will willingly share this information with the SCP Foundation, and the public at large. Entity Lambda-Aleph will use this information to benefit mankind, i.e. extending lifespans, improving quality of life, making artistic innovations.
I am sorry I cannot tell you more. We have undergone selective memory therapy as a means to allow us sufficient time to send you this device. There are simply some things mankind is not meant to know. You must expunge the existence of entity Lambda-Aleph from wherever it occurs. Good luck.
Secure, Contain, Protect.
From the desk of O5-9.
Authorized by O5-1 (Post-mortem), O5-2 (Post-mortem), O5-3 (Post-mortem), O5-4, O5-5 (Post-mortem), O5-6 (Post-mortem), O5-7, O5-8 (Post-mortem), O5-9, O5-10 (Post-mortem), O5-11 (Post-mortem), O5-12 (Post-mortem), O5-13.
Addendum-XXXX-1, ██-██-18██: Procedure Lambda-Aleph is developed as a means to ensure rapid response to and termination of SCP-XXXX-1 instances. Creation of MTF-Aleph is recommended to ensure successful implementation of Procedure Lambda. In light of CTOS47-XXXX-1, as well as the past two (2) encounters with SCP-XXXX-1 instances, the O5 Council approves both proposals.
Recovered Documentation Log CTOS47-XXXX-1, ██-██-19██: After the thirteenth (13th) encounter with an SCP-XXXX-1 instance, SCP-XXXX produced a sequence that decrypted into standard SCP Foundation interview format. Additional formatting was added post-decryption so as to ease inspection. A copy of the original may be found in Supplementary information ANOS22-XXXX-2. Onl
Hello,
To whomever has decrypted this, I thank you for your time. Please give this message to the member of your facility’s staff with the highest security clearance, and wait with them until such a time that you can sign the confidentiality agreement.
I will keep this brief. I have taken the liberty of appending this message with additional information that, given time, should help prove the placement of your trust in us.
We have sent you this artifact as a means to avoid an XK-Class scenario. Project Cricket’s Hand should enable you to detect entity Lambda-Aleph. Entity Lambda-Aleph is some sort of mental parasite, able to hijack human bodies for its own uses. Entity Lambda-Aleph appears in all respects immortal. It can survive total destruction of its host. We have yet to discover its transmission vector, and have yet to find a way to stop it from being able to transfer from host to host.
It will likely make its way into a place of political power. Entity Lambda-Aleph has the propensity to make great leaps in science and technology by explaining and often making use of anomalous objects. Entity Lambda-Aleph will willingly share this information with the SCP Foundation, and the public at large. Entity Lambda-Aleph will use this information to benefit mankind, i.e. extending lifespans, improving quality of life, making artistic innovations.
I am sorry I cannot tell you more. We have undergone selective memory therapy as a means to allow us sufficient time to send you this device. There are simply some things mankind is not meant to know. You must expunge the existence of entity Lambda-Aleph from wherever it occurs. Good luck.
Secure, Contain, Protect.
From the desk of O5-9.
Authorized by O5-1 (Post-mortem), O5-2 (Post-mortem), O5-3 (Post-mortem), O5-4, O5-5 (Post-mortem), O5-6 (Post-mortem), O5-7, O5-8 (Post-mortem), O5-9, O5-10 (Post-mortem), O5-11 (Post-mortem), O5-12 (Post-mortem), O5-13.
Addendum-XXXX-1, ██-██-189█: Procedure Lambda-Aleph is developed as a means to ensure rapid response to and termination of SCP-XXXX-1 instances. Creation of MTF-Aleph is recommended to ensure successful implementation of Procedure Lambda. In light of CTOS47-XXXX-1, as well as the past two (2) encounters with SCP-XXXX-1 instances, the O5 Council approves both proposals.
Recovered Documentation Log CTOS47-XXXX-1, ██-██-194█: After the thirteenth (54th) encounter with an SCP-XXXX-1 instance, SCP-XXXX produced an English sequence that decrypted into standard SCP Foundation interview format. Additional formatting was added post-decryption so as to ease inspection. A copy of the original may be found in Supplementary information ANOS22-XXXX-2.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1-18
Interviewer: Dr. ████████
Foreword: SCP-XXXX-1-18 was incapacitated at the locus of the Augur-type event and returned to Site-18 for interrogation. Due to previous incidents with SCP-XXXX-1 instances, SCP-XXXX-1-18 has been handcuffed to its chair and to the interrogation room’s table. The host body had been determined to belong to (based off identification recovered from the body and from the locus of the Augur-type event) Mr. ████ ███████, an actor at a local theatre in ██████, ███, ██.
<Begin Log, [13:14]>
Dr. ████████: What is your name?
SCP-XXXX-1-18: ████ ███████. You think this isn’t going to go anywhere, doctor, and I agree with you.
Dr. ████████: Why is that?
SCP-XXXX-1-18: You already know the answers to my questions.
Dr. ████████: Why were you purchasing a train ticket to ██████, ██?
SCP-XXXX-1-18: ██████████ University is located in ██████. There’s nothing to be gained from this questioning, you know, except more questions.
Dr. ████████: Please stay on topic. Why were you going to ██████████ University?
SCP-XXXX-1-18: I was going to ██████████ University so I could cure ████████████, and I was trying to cure ████████████ because curing disease is good. You are not going to find anything, doctor, except for the fact that I am trying to help you. I’m just so damn perfect I’m going to uplift this entire degenerate race. If only you could really know. There are so many other places where you could be asking, where your questions might actually do some good.
Dr. ████████: Why did you attempt to kill the task force dispatched to apprehend you?
SCP-XXXX-1-18: They got in my way.
Dr. ████████: Perhaps if you were more cooperative, they would not necessarily be in your way.
SCP-XXXX-1-18: You have a damning letter from the powers-that-be that tells you I ‘ought to be destroyed, doctor. You think my cooperation would change the contents of that letter?
Dr. ████████: I don’t know that.
SCP-XXXX-1-18: I know what you know, doctor, you cannot hide it from me. I know that, no matter what I say or do, no matter how things might turn out, you’re still going to try to lock me up. It is your job and your duty to contain the horrors. You think I am one of them, so that is what you will do. Every day, you walk past things which can twist the mind until it comes apart, yet I am worthy of being called a horror. You are only insulting yourself and your colleagues, doctor.
Dr. ████████: Why is that?
SCP-XXXX-1-18: Do you know how you stay sane?
Dr. ████████: What do you mean?
SCP-XXXX-1-18: It’s me.
Dr. ████████: I don’t follow.
SCP-XXXX-1-18: [DATA EXPUNGED]
[DATA EXPUNGED]
<End Log, [13:17]>
Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX-1-18 terminated following interview. Protocol XK-0272 developed in wake of interview and submitted to O5 Council for approval. Approval pending.