Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1688's native habitat, 
designated Site 1688, has been declared a national wildlife reserve 
and is permanently closed to civilian traffic. Foundation personnel, in 
conjunction with the United States Forest Service, are to patrol the 
perimeter of Site 1688 to discourage unauthorized access. No 
personnel are to enter Site 1688 itself unless SCP-1688 is not 
present at the time. In the event it becomes necessary to enter Site 
1688 while SCP-1688 is present, or to enter any other area 
SCP-1688 is occupying, personnel are to wear grounded, insulated 
full-body suits at all times. 


The Foundation is to monitor meteorological conditions in the area 
of SCP-1688 at all times for any indication of events favorable to 
movement. In the event that SCP-1688 leaves Site 1688, it is to be 
tracked in real time and any populated areas within its path are to be 
issued mandatory evacuation orders under the pretense of 
tornadoes or severe flooding. Meteorological data distributed in the 
media is to be censored to remove any information regarding 
SCP-1688's existence. 


Any persons surviving an encounter with SCP-1688 are to be 
debriefed and administered Class-A or Class-B amnestics as 
appropriate. All examples of SCP-1688-1 encountered shall be 
seized for study and archival. 


Description: SCP-1688 is an electrical storm which, under normal 
circumstances, remains stationary over an areaof sqkminthe US 
state of [REDACTED]. The geological features of the region, along 
with local wind and atmospheric patterns, contribute to a state that 
encourages the permanent formation of storm clouds and 
subsequent electrical discharge. Monitoring stations installed during 


periods of inactivity indicate that cloud-to-surface lightning strikes 
within SCP-1688 occur approximately 280-300 times per hour; 
cloud-to-cloud lightning has been observed to occur as often as 
3000 times per hour. These lightning strikes have been found to 
occur in regular patterns; analysis of these patterns, and of electrical 
activity within the storm clouds themselves, has presented evidence 
of rhythmic oscillations similar to electrical activity in the human 
brain. 


Whenever meteorological conditions in the regions near SCP-1688 
are conducive to the formation of thunderstorms, SCP-1688 will 
migrate from its principal habitat in the direction of prevailing winds. 
No means of preventing SCP-1688 from moving out of its habitat 
has been discovered. While moving, SCP-1688 will deliberately 
move towards areas populated by humans; when multiple populated 
areas are within its range, it will move in the direction of the largest 
one. SCP-1688 will continue to follow the winds, moving in the 
direction of any populated regions along its route, until 
environmental conditions cause it to dissipate; upon so doing, 
SCP-1688 will form again in its original habitat within 24 hours. 


Whether it is moving or in its native habitat, cloud-to-surface 
lightning emanating from SCP-1688 will deliberately target any 
human beings within its range, regardless of the presence of any 
targets more suitable for lightning strikes. SCP-1688 will additionally 
target any inanimate objects that will conduct an electrical shock into 
a human. In cases where SCP-1688 has entered populated areas, 
this phenomenon has extended to targeting automobiles in motion 
and striking exposed metal on residences, leading to persons inside 
being electrocuted by electronic devices or kitchen fixtures. Mortality 
rates among persons struck by lightning emanating from SCP-1688 
are slightly less than those of persons struck by ordinary lightning. 


Any persons surviving being struck by SCP-1688 will, upon their 
recovery, feel a strong compulsion to begin constructing complex 
machinery out of any electrical or mechanical parts they can 
acquire. Samples of this machinery, designated SCP-1688-1, 
acquired to date have included a large assortment of devices of 
largely unknown purpose, composed of pieces salvaged from home 
computers and electronics, fixtures, automobiles, simple mechanical 


devices, and several pieces fashioned by the makers by melting 
down and sculpting metals and plastics. Affectees engaged in the 
construction of SCP-1688-1 will engage in this activity in all times 
when not sleeping or attending to physical needs, will spend all 
funds at their disposal on acquiring equipment to build with, and will 
collaborate with other affected individuals in combining pieces to 
make larger machines. Affected individuals will attempt to 
incorporate any electronic or mechanical equipment at their disposal 
into SCP-1688-1. Affected individuals otherwise remain in full 
possession of their mental faculties, and in interviews have been 
unable to explain how or why they are engaged in this behavior. The 
ultimate purpose of SCP-1688-1 is unknown. SCP-1688-1 objects of 
highly similar appearance to each other have been found in the 
wake of several containment breaches; it is currently speculated, 
based on the volume of material created by affectees and the 
recurrence of particular fragments, that the completed machine 
would weigh in excess of kg. 


SCP-1688 came to the Foundation's attention in 19 , when an 
unusually high instance of lightning-related injuries in [REDACTED] 
was followed by reports of mass hysteria and several arrests of 
persons stealing electronic equipment for the purpose of 
incorporating it into SCP-1688-1. A subsequent survey of local 
folklore discovered rumors of anomalous lightning phenomena 
dating to the first arrival of Europeans in the th century, as well as 
Native American legends of a "thunder god" predating European 
contact. 


+ Show Interview Log 1688-1 
Interview Log 1688-1: 
Interviewed: SCP-1688 
Interviewer: Dr. 


Foreword: Following an encroachment by SCP-1688 
into [REDACTED] on / /20 , an SCP-1688-1 device 
was found including a lightning rod, several large 
batteries, a pair of stereo speakers, a microphone, and 
an electronic voice synthesizer. Dr. speculated that 


the device had been designed for the purpose of 
facilitating communication between the Foundation and 
SCP-1688, and ordered it to be installed within Site 1688 
during the next period when SCP-1688 left the area. A 
microphone, camera, and speakers were installed on site 
as well. Upon the next formation of SCP-1688 within Site 
1688, lightning struck the installed rod on the device, 
following which the device began to produce a voice 
which held the following conversation. 


<Begin Log> 
SCP-1688: Test. Test. Is this work functional? 


Dr. : We are receiving you. My name is Dr. and | 
am a representative of the SCP Foundation. What is the 
name of the being | am addressing? 


SCP-1688: Are you a Builder? 
Dr. : | don't understand your question. 
SCP-1688: Are you as those that build for me? 


Dr. : lam of the same species as the person who 
constructed the device you are communicating through, 
if that is your question. 


SCP-1688: Send more Builders. 


Dr. : | can't do that right now. My job is to learn about 
you. What is your name? 


SCP-1688: | am unconcerned with your questions. Send 
more Builders. 


Dr. : Why? 


SCP-1688: | need to teach more Builders. They must 
build. The work is incomplete. 


Dr. : Are you aware that many of the people you 


come in contact with have died as a result? 
SCP-1688: None willing to build shall die. 
Dr. : | see. What is this "work" you refer to? 
SCP-1688: (Unintelligible) 
Dr. : Could you repeat that last part? 
SCP-1688: The means of my escape. 
Dr. : Are you imprisoned? 
SCP-1688: | am lost. Send more Builders. 
<End Log> 

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SCP-1689: Bag of Holding Potatoes 


Item #: SCP-1689 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1689 is currently under 
restricted access in Area medium-size artifact storage, 
Compartment .SCP-1689 is to be stored tied shut with its mouth 
facing upwards at all times. Access is limited to Level 3 personnel, 
with the exception of site cooking staff. 


Exploratory access to SCP-1689-A requires approval from a Level 4 
personnel. All expeditions must be documented with a complete 
manifest of equipment and staff to enter. Enzymatic Compound 13 
has been developed to aid in exploration of SCP-1689-A. 


Proposals to establish a mobile site in SCP-1689-A are currently 
under review. 


Description: SCP-1689 is a burlap bag of potatoes. In its stable 
state, SCP-1689 weighs 40-50 kg and contains approximately two 
hundred (200) common agricultural potatoes (tubers of Solanum 
tuberosum). SCP-1689 is made of brown, roughly woven jute. 


The interior of SCP-1689 is vastly larger than its exterior, and is 
designated SCP-1689-A. SCP-1689-A is a large extradimensional 
space of undetermined volume (measured to be at least 10,000ms, 
but believed to be much greater) completely filled with potatoes. 
Exploration of SCP-1689-A is largely incomplete, due to the high 
degree of obstruction; for more information, please see 
Addendum-2, Exploration Log 1689-1. 


When portions of SCP-1689-A are empty, nearby potatoes 
experience an abnormal form of growth characterized by tumor-like 
bulges emerging and eventually splitting into fully-sized independent 
potatoes. The rate of growth is roughly exponential with a doubling 


period of approximately two hours. This effect also applies to normal 
potatoes introduced to SCP-1689, as well as similar edible tubers or 
roots such as yams and sweet potatoes (although none have been 
found to occur within SCP-1689 naturally). 


Addendum 1689-1: SCP-1689 was recovered from Krysovo, a 
small village of approximately two hundred (200) people in northern 
Siberia. A Russian official reported on 2 June 201 that Krysovo had 
made no outside contact in four decades and had no surrounding 
farmland. The reports were confiscated and investigated by the 
Foundation, at which point it was discovered that the village had 
been using SCP-1689 as its sole food source for well over a century. 
As a result, the villagers were suffering from extreme calcium and 
iron deficiencies. No one in the village was able to recall how they 
had come into possession of SCP-1689, only that it had been there 
"since before the Reds" and that it was "a gift for working hard." 
SCP-1689 was subsequently transported to Area _, its current 
location. 


Addendum 1689-2: Currently, only one fully equipped expedition 
into SCP-1689-A has taken place. Authorized personnel may view 
the Mission Log of Captain Cameron Wells: Exploration Log 1689-1. 


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Exploration Log 1689-I 


Opening statement: Exploratory Mission 1689-I was scheduled for 
8 August 201 , with an exploration team of four led by Captain 
Cameron Wells. The team was informed of their upcoming 
assignment on the 2nd. For more information, see document 
Mission 1689-I Equipment Manifest. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day -6 
They told me today | was going to be leading Fredrick, Carlen, and 
Xander into a sack of potatoes. 


Okay. 


Apparenily it's bigger on the inside or it's a pocket dimension or it's a 
portal or something, to somewhere full of potatoes. At this point, 
nothing surprises me. 


Oh, and this is supposed to be an official log, so I'm supposed to call 
them Agents Meryle, Ozols, and Peterson. But no one checks these. 
So | fucking won't. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day -1 
They gave us the rest of our gear, and got us ready for tomorrow. 
The plan is to be in there by noon. 


Labs produced this really cool liquid for us to use. It's some kind of 
acid or enzyme that dissolves the potatoes into a starchy paste. It 
mostly drains away, but then some of it sort of hardens to make this 
nice tunnel ceiling. It's actually scary how fast it works, and we have 
to wear skin protection so it doesn't get on us. With spray nozzles 
we Can carve our way straight into potatoes. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 0 

It was pleasant to find that they had already cleared out a small 
room on the other side of SCP-1689, made of plywood. It was 
certainly weird, crawling into a bag and coming out in a totally 


different room, but again, nothing surprises me. We actually didn't 
see any potatoes, right away. Then we opened up the excavation 
door and yep, wall of potatoes. Potatoes above, in front, and below. 
We decided to cut a roughly 2 by 2 meter tunnel straight forward. 
Compasses don't work here, but there isn't a very good chance of 
getting lost because we can always find our way back from the radio 
signal. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 1 

Excavating's slow work; we can clear out about 30 meters an hour. 
That sounds glacial, but it's 120 cubic meters of potato, and that's a 
kilometer in two days if we make good effort. And it isn't that hard; 
two of us spray, and two of us shovel away the goop. Every hundred 
meters or SO we put up Some support beams. Whoever invented this 
enzyme is a genius. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 2 

God | hate the odor of this stuff. | actually /ike the smell of potatoes, 
but because of the enzyme this place smells like vomit. I'm sick of it 
already. Fuck. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 5 

We accidentally spilled some enzyme on the ground today, and 
turns out we were only like a meter off this concrete floor. 
Command's really surprised; this is the first thing other than 
potatoes they've found. Cool. 


We decide to just start going on the floor. It's not too inconvenient, 
and it's nice to have solid footing. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 8 

Did you know that the word "spud" comes from digging with a 
"spade" to make the hole you plant them in? Carlen did. And she 
made sure we all did too. And then she repeated the word "spud" to 
herself all day while we were excavating. Sigh. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 9 
This is hardly even Agent work. Why don't they have D-Class doing 
this? 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 11 


Tomorrow we're on our own. It's becoming too inefficient to resupply 
us every few days, so Command's providing us with two months of 
MREs and tanks of more than enough enzyme to last that long. If we 
haven't found anything after that, they say, then the mission will be 
abandoned. Obviously we'll still have radio contact. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 12 
It's nice being alone with the team. At night, it's almost like camping. 
Yeah, camping in a weird cavern. Made of spuds. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 16 

Out of the blue, something interesting happened. We found a wall 
today. It's made of the same material as the floor. The base floor, 
not the starch stuff. Concrete. It runs at an angle twenty degrees to 
our tunnel's perpendicular. Command told us to follow it, as it's not 
like there's anything else interesting going on. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 19 

So, concrete floor and concrete walls, today Fredrick got thinking, 
and sure enough, concrete ceiling. This whole time its been about 
three meters above us. 

Which means that the whole time we've been inside of a building. A 
huge building. If we can map it out, we can probably find the exit, 
and discover where in the world this potato hell is. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 28 

Xander says it po-tah-to! What the fuck. How have | not heard him 
say it until now? It's been four weeks, surrounded by potatoes, and 
he hasn't said the word until now. He's the first person I've met who 
actually says it like that. 


Mission Log, Captain Wells: Day 36 

It's been longer since we started following the wall than from the wall 
to the start. Xander thinks it isn't going anywhere, but Fredrick 
wanted to press on. Command deferred to me, and well... | don't 
want the last month to have been pointless. We'll go for another 
three kilometers, at least.