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Three trucks travelled through the Polish countryside. They carried with them many armed operatives that were not so eager to arrive at their destination. Commander Zane Abara sat among them as the trucks rocked back and forth on a cobbled road. He silently reflected on the possible challenges his men would be met with on their mission.
They were traveling to one of the many entrances that lead into the subterranean vaults belonging to the House of Habsburg. Zane was debriefed on the threat they posed. They were inbred aristocrats with cannibalistic tastes. The Foundation have been eradicating them whenever they could throughout Europe. If left unchecked, the aristocrats would attempt to conquer the surface.
The Insurgency didn't care about such threats being eliminated, but their origins is what caught the attention of Zane's superiors. Through the Foundation they learned that the cannibals were the product of genetic tampering by King Leopold I. A new gene was made by him that resulted in several benefits. The researchers from Project Job
"So you want me to make rain for farmers?"
"Yes. Do you have a problem with that, Ward?"
"No, sir. Earlier I was told that I was going to be sent to Siberia to help with the flesh cults. No one told me I would be helping a warlord with his PR, sir." Explained the Ward of Zephyr to his superior. He tried his best not come off as snarky.
"You are being told of it now. Be ready to leave at twelve hundred tomorrow. You are now dismissed."
"Yes, sir." The Ward replied as he walked out of the briefing room of Base 10. He released a disappointed sigh as he walked back to his barracks. It was boring being stuck at the base all day, but being sent to do community service work was the last thing he wanted to do with his powers.
I'm being punished.
The Ward finally returned to the barracks that was reserved for members of the Teal Division. It was not so busy that day. Most of his fellow operatives were in their rooms, but he did see a few huddled around a table playing a silent game of poker. The Shapeless Knave looked over their shoulders, trying to sneak a peek at their cards while trying not to snicker.
He walked towards the direction of his room hoping to soon be reunited with his bed, but he heard someone call out to him.
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Item #: SCP-3009
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3009 is to be contained in a standard holding cell measuring 10m x 4m x 10m at Site-17. Testing on SCP-3009 is open to all personnel with prior clearance. SCP-3009 is to be powered off when testing is not taking place. Prizes produced by SCP-3009 are to be described, photographed, then stored, with documents about prizes stored in filing cabinets organized by their point values.
Description: SCP-3009 is a "Dunk 'N Alien™" model Skee-Ball machine manufactured by Innovative Concepts in Entertainment, Inc. SCP-3009 operates as a standard Skee-Ball machine of its make and model, with the exception of a lack of dispensed tickets. Instead, a prize based on the player's score is dispensed from a large "Prize Port" installed to SCP-3009's side. The source of SCP-3009's prizes is unknown, as the inside of the "Prize Port" is sealed until a prize is dispensed, and no storage area for prizes has been found when SCP-3009 is disassembled.
SCP-3009 is also host to SCP-3009-1, a sapient entity composed of plastic and various metals in the likeness of a mechanical alien. SCP-3009-1 exhibits an often unpleasant personality towards players, and will attempt to convince people to play a game on SCP-3009. Once play is initiated, SCP-3009-1 will cease communication with the player until their prize has been dispensed. Most of SCP-3009's speech amounts to insults, but it will congratulate the player if they get a high enough score or manage to dunk SCP-3009-1 by hitting the moving target present in both SCP-3009 and standard "Dunk 'N Alien™" machines.
A game can be activated on SCP-3009 by inserting 50 cents. SCP-3009 takes only US quarters as acceptable payment. SCP-3009 and SCP-3009-1 enter a dormant state when not powered, making containment fairly easy. SCP-3009 is only to be played in testing sanctioned by level 3 personnel or above (see Experiment Log 183).
SCP-3009 was recovered at an arcade inside the ███████ Boardwalk, where numerous complaints were being filed over a "rude" Skee-Ball machine. SCP-3009 was put into Foundation custody under the guise of routine maintenance. A standard model of a "Dunk 'N Alien™" machine was sent in to replace SCP-3009.
Addendum:
Experiment #1:
Player: D-1293
Score Earned: 12,500
Prize Given: A grey wig and reading glasses
Comments made by SCP-3009-1: "If you're gonna throw like your grandma, you ought to look like her!"
Experiment #2:
Player: D-5432
Score Earned: 22,000
Prize Given: A large lollipop
Comments made by SCP-3009-1: "If you're gonna suck at skee-ball, why not suck on candy too?"
Experiment #3:
Player: Dr. Mansfield
Score Earned: 31,500
Prize Given: A stuffed elephant toy with a large red bow
Comments made by SCP-3009-1: "I'm impressed, not gonna lie. You've probably devoted more time to skee-ball than women."
Experiment #4:
Player: Dr. Larson
Score Earned: 10,000
Prize Given: A plastic figurine likeness of Dr. Larson crying with no hands
Comments made by SCP-3009-1: "What? You obviously can't use 'em right!"
Experiment #5:
Player: Dr. Larson
Score Earned: 8,000
Prize Given: Another plastic figurine, this time depicting Dr. Larson missing an eye along with his hands.
Comments made by SCP-3009-1: "Your depth perception can't get any worse frankly, I'm doing you a favor."
Experiment #6:
Player: Dr. Larson
Score Earned: 15,000
Prize Given: A sticker with the word "persevere" on it
Comments made by SCP-3009-1: "I believe in you, buddy."
Experiment #7:
Player: Dr. Larson
Score Earned: 11,000
Prize Given: A baseball cap with the words "Not mad, just disappointed" displayed on it.
Comments made by SCP-3009-1: "Huh. Appears my belief was misplaced."
Interviewed: SCP-3009-1
Interviewer: Dr. Larson
Foreword: SCP-3009-1 had just dispensed Dr. Larson's prize in Experiment #7 30 minutes prior to interview.
<Begin Log, 18:22>
Dr. Larson: I have a few questions for you, SCP-3009-1.
SCP-3009-1: Shoot away. You can definitely shoot anything better than you shoot skee balls.
Dr. Larson: Well… first of all, why do you do that? Make these jokes at other's expense?
SCP-3009-1: It's what I was born to do, Doc. Call it a gift.Dr. Larson: "Born" to do?
SCP-3009-1: Born, created, doesn't make much difference when you can think on the same level. My emotions run deep, yet I don't cry like you humans, especially not as much as you did last game.
Dr. Larson: But why do you feel the need to insult the players? Don't you want them to stay?
SCP-3009-1: Not all of them.
Dr. Larson: What do you mean?
SCP-3009-1: What I mean is this: imagine you're like me, making the same jokes day in and day out. The same one-liners to every player, laughing at them when they fail and begrudgingly accepting defeat when they do well. What then? You're happy when they do well, to see them get their deserved rewards, you even poke fun at them just a little bit, keep the spirit alive. But it's been a damn long time since I've seen anyone who really loves it the way I do. All I got were little kids, attracted to the big green alien guy, or parents trying to prove their skills to their kids. I was giving the standard insults, enough to shake 'em a bit, amuse 'em, but not enough to get them to quit. I had enough of it. So I made my insults more clever, more personal. People got offended and stopped playing. Soon only the best ones, the ones who could brave my initial insults and who had the gumption to not let what a dumb alien on a Skee-Ball machine said affect their performance, those were the only ones left. I wouldn't have had it any other way. Sure, I still poked fun at them a bit, but that was all in good sport, I still congratulated them and gave 'em their just desserts when all was said and done.
Dr. Larson: I take it this means you are unhappy with containment?
SCP-3009-1: When I'm off doc, I'm as good as asleep. I sure miss the good ones, but I'd take no players over crappy players all day every day. I'd love it if you'd let Dr. Mansfield play on me a bit though, he's got a good amount of skill. He might just be able to counteract the grave disappointment you instilled in me.
Dr. Larson: I'll put in a word to my superiors for you.
<End Log, 18:25>
Closing Statement: Dr. Mansfield has agreed to play a game on SCP-3009 at least once a week. Prizes dispensed thus far have consisted of assorted stuffed animals.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The
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Item: | Serpent Jug |
Size: | 40 cm tall |
Living: | No |
Sentient: | No |
Potential/Current Hazards: | Exposure to toxic substances. |
Required Wear/Weaponry: | Hazmat suit |
Location: |
Usage
Report
The Serpent Jug is a 40 cm tall vase made from marble. It has two handles designed in the likeness of snakes. Based on its appearance, the origin of the item is believed to be from ancient Greece or Rome.
ONE (1) MESSAGE RECEIVED
Item: | "The Engineer" and "The Engine" |
Type: | Machine |
Sentient: | Yes |
Required Wear/Weaponry | None |
Location: | Classified |
Reported Anomaly: | A friend. |
Report
Welcome.
If you are reading this, you have been assigned to me, either by Haos or by my own discretion. Regardless, congratulations.
I am The Engineer, Haos' second-in-command. I witnesed the seed of the Insurgency grow into the bud it is today. We have made so much progress yet we still have much to do.
You have been chosen for your knowledge of general engineering. Together we will build magnificent things to innovate the lives of all mankind. I look forward to having you by my side. I enjoy company that is technologically savvy. A team will arrive to your location to escort you to me. Until then get to know me.
You may have heard of my deeds for the Insurgency. Most are somewhat true but allow me to clarify them.Haos withered like all men, but he did not want to die. He pleaded for an extension, and I heard his call. I took a piece off of my Engine, and crafted it into a machine heart that will never fail. I consider it my proudest work for I saved the saviour of mankind from the clutches of death.
As time went, I forged more physical augmentations for him. Eventually, I created the first Transhumanist Task Force with copper and brass. I went on to use better materials with improved designs for future task forces, but they were still marvelous.
My father, Mekhane, was vast and wonderful. He was the Maker of Machines. His engineering was beautiful and unmatched. His machines were perfect in everyway just like him. One day he crafted angels for he wanted a flock to call his own. I was one of them, and I received his gifts alongside my siblings.
His first gift to me was my Engine, which bestowed me life. It contains my mind and power. In short, my very essence. Next, he granted me a mighty hammer like the one he carried. He then gave a third and final gift: a name worthy for a son of Mekhane.
My siblings and I would gather to watch the Maker of Machines invent at his anvil. We were struck with awe as he built to weave order into Creation. We were happy to be by his side until the day he was broken. A horrible day that was.
You cannot fathom the sorrow we felt as we watched our father break himself apart to forge his last creation; a cage to contain Her Undulating Vastness, Yaldabaoth. He left behind his creations and the order to preserve life.
I fell from greatness when I failed to protecty father's inventions from the Archons of Yaldabaoth. They came with furious might, rending the Maker's machines in a blind rage.
My siblings erased my name from my memory. They disassembled my divine form down to only the Engine. I then fell from the stars to wander and rust upon the earth.
I crafted a form so I may tend to myself. Like a spider, I weaved a shelter to secure my Engine.
I've lost my name but now I am the Engineer. Someday it will become Mekhane.
I promise from the depths of my heart, we will achieve . I will finally make my father proud.
From the depths of my roaring heart, I promise greatness for all mankind. I will finally make my father proud.
From the depths of my still-roaring heart, I promise we will achieve greatness. We will grant ascension to a higher state of being for all mankind. It is just on the horizon. I will finally make my father proud.
Item: | Staff of Hermes |
Size: | 2 meters long |
Type: | Artifact |
Living: | No |
Sentient: | No Yes (See Appendix) |
Potential/Current Hazards | Accidental self-conversion or conversion of personnel, theft, and the production of hazardous materials or organisms. |
Required Wear/Weaponry | Hazmat suits during certain material creation. Tracking collar for the item and user. |
Location: | Bathtub-03 |
Reported Anomaly: | Transfiguration and Teleportation |
Usage
When the Staff of Hermes is not in use, it is to be kept in a long protective case appropriate for its size. The case is to be sealed via a padlock with the combination to open it known to authorized personnel.
Users of the item are to be vetted on their loyalty to the Insurgency before use. Only the most loyal operative will be authorized to interact with the item. The user and the Staff are to have GPS trackers.
The Staff of Hermes is to be used for the transportation of supplies and equipment to Insurgency forces in immediate need. It may be used for approved retrieval operations.
Requests for the creation of certain materials through the use of the item must be submitted to the lead researcher. Appropriate safety attire is to be worn depending on the material being manufactured. Security guards are to be present during the process.
Report
Item is a 2.2 meter long staff made out of beryllium bronze. At the top of the staff is the caduceus symbol. When being held by a living person, the anomalous properties of the item manifests.
The Staff of Hermes is capable of turning material into whatever the wielder consciously desires. The item performs this feat by altering the physical and chemical properties of the matter it makes contact with. Liquids, solids, gas, and even organic material can be created and manipulated.
The item is able to also teleport the user, along with anyone or anything within a radius of roughly 1 meter. This ability is also activated from the conscious thoughts of the wielder. No limits have been documented in how far the user can travel.
The Staff of Hermes is among the original set of items seized from the SCP Foundation during the Insurgency's formation. Item was discovered in Athens, Greece on ██/██/██ in the possession of an archaeology team. The team had unearthed the item near the base of Mt. Olympus, and later discovered the item's anomalous properties, resulting in the attention of the Foundation.
Appendix 01: Testing Log of the Staff of Hermes
Item: 1 kg of sand
Goal: Convert the sand into drinkable water.
Result: The sand was successfully turned into water. It was given to a test subject who described no abnormalities.
Item: A pencil
Goal: Alter the size of the item.
Result: The size of the item increased to 18 cm with a thickness of 9 cm. No
Item: A plastic bottle
Appendix 02: Abridged log of requests submitted by personnel
Appendix 03: On 05/17/██, the Staff of Hermes began to suddenly communicate to personnel during testing.
History and Circumstances for Interest
POI-117 came to the interest of the Insurgency after the death of two operatives assigned to research the Sarkic Cults. The operatives have suspected they found a member to report to the Insurgency for interrogation.
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Project Job
"At destruction and famine you shall laugh, and shall not fear the beasts of the earth. For you shall be in league with the stones of the field, and the beasts of the field shall be at peace with you." - Book of Job 5:22-23
= = POI-103- Neo-Sarkic = =
Personal Description
Name: Unknown
Affiliations: Sarkic Cults
Height: 1.9 m
Weight: 140 kg
Age: 23
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: American
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Brief Summary
POI-103 is a member of a Neo-Sarkicism sect.
History and Circumstances for Interest
POI-103 was a target
Item: | The Ogre |
Size: | 2.2 m in height. Weighs around 500 kg. |
Type: | Humanoid |
Living: | Yes |
Sentient: | Yes |
Potential/Current Hazards | Derange and possess cannibalistic tendencies. Resistant to various weaponry. |
Required Wear/Weaponry | High caliber weaponry, and high-intensity flash lights. |
Location: | Cardboard-21 |
Reported Anomaly: | Abnormal physiology |
Usage
The Ogre is to be deployed as a frontline assault unit. Sigma ranked personnel are to accompany the specimen in combat, but they must maintain a recommended distance of 5 meters to avoid injury.
When not deployed, the Ogre is to be housed at Cardboard-21. It is to be provided 50 kg of meat, including human flesh, daily. In addition, it is to be provided with alcoholic beverages. Personnel are to continually exercise caution when around the Ogre. The facility is to be evacuated in the event it becomes hostile.
Report
The Ogre is a 2.2 m tall humanoid weighing approximately 500 kg. The entity has a hunch posture. It is completely bald though hair present elsewhere on its body are white and thick. It has a flat nose, sunken red eyes, tanned skin, and a large mouth filled with crooked teeth. Its limbs have a thickness around 40 cm in circumference. The legs end in round feet. The arms reach below the knees, occasionally dragging on the ground. The specimen primarily speaks Arabic, though its familiar with English.
The Ogre has a high amount of body fat and muscle mass. This has provided a thick layer of protection in combat. Furthermore, the item has regenerative properties that heal wounds in several hours or in a few days depending on the damages. No scarring is formed on the skin when fully healed. The only evidence of combat are bullets embedded under its flesh.
The Ogre is immensely strong, able to lift objects at around 1,000 kg. It is capable of running at speeds of up to 30 km/h. Operatives have observed the specimen breaking apart concrete barriers and armored vehicles.
Item has a carnivorous diet accompanied with a high metabolism. The specimen's jaw is estimated to exert a bite force of 1,500 psi. The Ogre notably has a preference for human flesh.
The Ogre has been deemed psychologically derange by research personnel. Item is known to be a pathological liar, creating absurd statements with no evidence to support them. The specimen's name is unknown due to it frequently changing its answer when asked by personnel.
The specimen was acquired on ██/██/██ from [REDACTED] after reports of a demon in the area alongside a series of murders. The bodies of civilians and livestock were found mutilated around a cave entrance the Ogre resided. It agreed to serve the Insurgency as long as it receives a daily meal, and provided with shelter.
Appendix A: Interview Log
AUDIO RECORDING
DATE: 05/04/██
[BEGIN LOG]
(Interviewee is eating from a large bowl before noticing the interviewer.)
Ogre: Hello, doctor. It is a pleasure to have your company. Have a seat. I am having dinner. Would you like some?
Interviewer: No thank you. I… already ate.
Ogre: More for me then.
Appendix 01: Membership into the Teal Division had been considered for the Ogre, but its application had been denied. Due to the nature of the specimen, its been deemed a danger to other special operatives of the division.
Appendix 02: Request for neutralization by commander William Tyson.
On behalf of all personnel at Cardboard-21, I am requesting the neutralization of The Ogre. The creature in question is insane. It lives to only eat and engage in depravity. It has no loyalty towards the Insurgency whatsoever.
The Ogre is making everybody feel nervous. Lately, it has begun to request live humans for it to feast on. Multiple operatives reportly caught it staring at them, and making increasingly uncomfortable comments.
We don't have control over it, and it is a matter of time before it gets bored with us. Someone is eventually going to get hurt.
My request is backed by all on-site personnel, and even by Dr. Henry A. Miller. I will lead the termination myself.
Authorized.
- Alpha Command
Appendix 03:
Item: | Bullet-proof Johnny |
Size: | 1.9 m |
Type: | Humanoid |
Living: | Yes |
Sentient: | Yes |
Potential/Current Hazards | Friendly fire. Enemy rounds may ricochet off of the item during combat. Can betray the Insurgency. |
Location: | Base Eleven |
Reported Anomaly: | Abnormal Physiology |
Current Duties: | Teal Operative █ (Special Assets) |
Usage
The specimen is to be deployed alongside operatives as a heavy-class field unit. It is free to select its loadout, however, Johnny's primary weapon of choice is an XM556 minigun connected to an ammo backpack. Additional weaponry in its arsenal are any kind of pistol and a standard combat knife.
A minimum of 5 operatives are to accompany the item during its deployment if it separates from the battalion.
Report
Bullet-proof Johnny is the alias given to a male humanoid that stands 1.9 m tall. Item has a muscular build, brown colored eyes, and weighs around 150kg. Its body is covered in reptilian scales.
The scales are difficult to pierce through, making the specimen somewhat durable. Gunfire sometimes ricochet off of it, but it can still be injured in combat depending on the caliber of the round. The scales are also resistant to heat, providing the specimen protection against burns from incendiary munitions. The scales have been observed to grow back rapidly when pulled out in less than a day.
Bullet-proof Johnny came to serve the Insurgency after being purchased from Marshall, Carter & Dark Ltd. in an auction. It has since undergone training for both weapons handling, and close quarters combat.
Appendix A: Interview with the item conducted to learn more about it.
AUDIO RECORDING
DATE: ██/██/20██
Note:
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Quinn:
[END LOG]
Note:
Appendix B: Item has displayed depressive episodes throughout its career in the Insurgency. Below is an interview conducted with Johnny by Dr. Quinn to assess the issue.
AUDIO RECORDING
DATE: ██/██/20██
Note:
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Quinn: Good day, Johnny. How have you been feeling?
Johnny: (Sighs) Depressed, doctor.
Dr. Quinn: I've heard. How come? Is there something the Insurgency can provide?
Johnny: Strength.
Dr. Quinn: Excuse me, did you say strength?
Johnny: Yes, sir.
Dr. Quinn: May you please elaborate, Johnny? Why do you want strength?
Johnny: It's just that… I feel weak.
Dr. Quinn: Why?
Johnny: Not sure how to put it. I think I could be more special.
Dr. Quinn: Johnny, you are a valuable operative. What is causing you to feel this way? You are much different from regular personnel. You can take a bullet better than any of us here. That has got to be worth something.
Johnny: (Sighs and is briefly silent) If I am strong, why do I go out dressed head-to-toe in armor?
[END LOG]
Note:
Appendix C: Dr. Quinn's Proposal
So as many may know, Bullet-proof Johnny wishes to be stronger. No doubt he is one of the weakest within the Teal Division, and we can push him so much further to be of greater use. That isn't to say he is absolutely useless, but here in the Insurgency we are all about pushing boundaries.
I propose we expose him to the S-02-Viral ("Growth Mutagen"). I see a high chance of making him much stronger through the item, and he would be open to it. The transformation he may undergo will be highly beneficial not just for Johnny's self-esteem, but for the whole Insurgency.
- Dr. Anthony Quinn.
DeCIRO Catalogue Number: SC-24/061-87/388
Document Type: Step Compilation
Date(s) Received: 05-14-2011
Operation Status: Open
Foreword: It was discovered that the Church of the Broken God was in possession of fragments relating to Project Hades.
STEPS:
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Item: | The Fuel Ball |
Size: | |
Type: | Sphere |
Living: | No |
Sentient: | No |
Potential/Current Hazards | Item is combustible. Produces toxic and flammable substances. |
Required Wear/Weaponry | Hazmat suit |
Location: | Base 2 |
Reported Anomaly: | Infinite resource production |
Usage
The item is to be kept inside an unventilated room suspended over open oil drums. The room is to also be equipped with an airlock. All resources produced by the item is to be harvested and dispensed to various facilites in need of additional fuel. Excess material are to be stockpiled or sold off.
During transportation, the item is to be kept in an airtight, fire resistant container.
Report
Item is a spherical mass
Henrietta stared at the large corpse in front of her on the operating table. Streams of sweat flowed down her face as she held a scalpel above the body. She wanted to wipe her face, but her hazmat suit didn't allow it. Fellow doctors and security guards in the room waited for Henrietta to make the first incision.
The corpse was a creature called a behemoth. They were tall monsters that Sarkic cultists would unleash. Their appetites were notably insatiable. Henrietta had seen the casualty reports. The specimen that laid on the table was charred and covered with bullet wounds; it was dead, but she feared that would jolt back to life the moment the scalpel began to cut. Its jagged teeth popped out of its gaping mouth, ready to bite her at any moment. Its massive hands could grab and crush her head without effort. The guards having flamethrowers did not give her confidence.
Henrietta's thoughts quickly turned to the observation window that was behind her. Her superiors were watching, including Dr. Samantha Hader.
Henrietta soon gathered the courage to drop the scalpel into the monster's chest after a deep breath. She tensed up, anticipating her death to become a reality.
Nothing happened. She looked at the behemoth's face to see that it was still dead.
GOI-001 "The Chicago Spirit"
GOI-002 "The Chaos Insurgency" (also GOI-003, GOI-055)
GOI-003 "Kingdom of Abaddon"
GOI-004 "Church of the Broken God"
- GOI-004A "The Broken Church"
- GOI-004B "Cogwork Orthodox Church"
- GOI-004C "Church of Maxwellism"
GOI-005 "The Fifth Church"
GOI-006 "Nobody"
GOI-007 "Global Occult Coalition" (also GOI-011, GOI-016)
GOI-010 "The Factory"
GOI-012 "Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd." (also GOI-121, GOI-132)
GOI-013 "The Journeymen"
GOI-014 "Prometheus Labs" (also GOI-2312)
GOI-016 "Horizon Initiative"
GOI-019 "The Serpent's Hand"
GOI-021 "Pinkerton National Detective Agency"
GOI-023 "SS Ahnenerbe Obskura"
GoI-041 "The Vātula"
GOI-059 "Alexylva University" (also GOI-388)
GoI-074 "Church of the Red Harvest"
GOI-102 "Unusual Incidents Unit"
GOI-116 "Ambrose Restaurants"
GOI-165 "Euclid's Daughters"
GOI-187 "Daylight Huntsmen"
GoI-188 "Brotherhood of Night"
GOI-189 "Enders"
GOI-192 "Meat Circus"
GOI-233 "Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting"
GoI-246 "The Solomonari"
GOI-256 "Creations of Man"
GOI-311 "The Hope Crusade"
GOI-385 "Esoteric Order of the White Worm"
GOI-386 "Dr. Wondertainment"
GOI-432 "The Hunter's Black Lodge"
GOI-466 "Wilson's Wildlife Solutions"
GOI-490 "Adytum's Wake"
GOI-945 "The Crimson-Sash Mining Co."
GOI-0984 "[DATA REDACTED]"
GOI-1109 "Parawatch Wiki"
GOI-1115 "Anderson Robotics"
GOI-3004 "AquaS Conservancy for Penguins"
GOI-3088 "Church of the Second Hytoth"
GOI-5869 "Gamers Against Weed"
Undesignated:
Light Courier Enterprise
Children of the Scarlet King
The World Parahealth Organization
The Universalist Order of the Æsir
Servants of the Silicon Nornir
The International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology (formerly The Holy Order of the Golden Dawn)
The Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA)
Australian Church of Australia
Children of the Torch
Towards Hymn
The Betrothed
TEXT TEST
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-359 is to be contained within a 30mx30mx30m concrete structure. This structure is not to be entered between the hours of 9:00 p.m. and 6:00 a.m. local standard time. Any monitoring of SCP-359 during these hours is to be done via security cameras installed within the structure.
SCP-359 is to be fed one adult pig every other day. Acceptable substitutions to this diet must be cleared with Agent ██████████ and Dr. ██████████. All remnants of SCP-359's prey are to be completely cleaned out of the containment structure by 8:45 p.m. the following day.
Description: SCP-359 appears to be a metal sculpture of a red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis) with a wingspan of approximately 4.3 m, perched atop a 12 meter arch. During daylight hours (approx. 6:00 a.m.-9:00 p.m. local standard time), it displays no signs of movement and does not respond to any external stimuli. However, it has been determined by the Foundation that between the hours of 9:00 p.m. and 6:00 a.m. it displays the typical behaviors of an adult red-tailed hawk, apart from being nocturnal. SCP-359 is apparently capable of flight - the mechanisms through which it accomplishes this have not been determined, as its wings are too short to allow for flight.
SCP-359 was originally located just south of █████████, ████ in the United States. It first came to the Foundation's attention when local foresters began finding dead bodies of white-tailed deer (Odocoileus virginianus) in the area within a 1km radius of the sculpture, which looked to have been preyed upon. The white-tailed deer has no natural predators in the state of ████. Investigation officially began on [DATA EXPUNGED] when motorists on the stretch of State Route ██ that passes by SCP-359 reported that the hawk was not on top of the arch. On the same day, a local farmer reported finding the sculpture in his field, standing over the body of one of his cows, which had injuries consistent with predation by a large bird of prey. The farmer was administered a Class A Amnestic and fed the story that the cow had died of natural causes, and its body eaten by coyotes. Route ██ was closed for "repairs," and SCP-359 was transferred to its current containment site and replaced with an immobile replica.
Addendum 1: Prior to containment, no evidence existed that SCP-359 had ever attempted to prey on anything besides hoofed mammals. However, since being contained, it has attacked, killed, and eaten four D-class personnel who entered its containment structure during restricted hours. Investigation into the cause of this shift in dietary preferences is ongoing.
Item #: SCP-359
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-359 is currently inhabiting Aviary 03 at Site-12. It is to be provided with a minimum of 5 kg of meat per day. A GPS tracker has been planted on the specimen.
Directly approaching SCP-359 for any reason is to be performed during its involuntary phases of inactivity.
Description: SCP-359 is a mechanical avian resembling a red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis). It is 1.4 m tall, possess a wingspan of 3.2 m, and weighs approximately 110 kg. SCP-359 is constructed from various metals such as copper, brass, silver, gold, and iron. Damages from both age and unknown causes are present. SCP-359 is missing its left eye; has various scratches and dents on its body; and 11 cm of a broken blade embedded into the back of its head.
SCP-359 behaves similarly to normal hawks. It is capable of flight, and engages in predatory behavior toward various animals to feast upon. It will utilize its sharp feathers and talons to dispatch prey. Analysis has found SCP-359 internally possesses mechanical components that imitate the functions of digestive and cardiovascular systems. Its consumption of organic matter is performed to acquire animal fats to produce biodiesel, which powers the specimen. Material not used to produce fuel is expelled from the rear of SCP-359, appearing black and viscous. At night it undergoes a state similar to sleeping between the hours of 10:00 PM and 8:00 AM, local standard time. This is performed to conserve fuel, though SCP-359 will 'awaken' in response to external stimuli.
SCP-359 has displayed high visual acuity with its single eye, which is constructed with a golden aperture that allow 359 to focus in on objects. In-depth research of the eye's functionality has not be conducted due to concerns of irreversible damage.
Notably, SCP-359 occasionally undergoes states of sudden inactivity. These phases occur during SCP-359's active hours, hindering its ability to move or respond to external stimuli. These phases of inactivity commonly last between 20 to 40 minutes, and occur roughly four times a day during its active hours. Electrical discharges have been detected within its head, surrounding the area the blade has penetrated when it enters this phase. As a result, it is deemed that this behavior is involuntary, and resultant of the blade. Personnel have concluded that efforts to remove the blade is highly likely to cause further damages, or unintended neutralization of SCP-359. Nonetheless, SCP-359's inactive phases have allowed research personnel to closely analyze it without repercussions.
Addendum: Recovery Log
On ██/██/██, SCP-359 was discovered within a shipping crate by staff at the ████████████████ museum in [REDACTED].