That seed within us... ruptures, that is the word. It ruptures on our 
landing. After that rupture, the seed is released. It grows within us, 
colonizing our bodies. As its numbers swell, some may find their 
way out to the world on which we have landed. | know that a few 
small creatures from within me have made their way to the waters of 
this planet, though the majority remain within. 


Eventually, | will expire. That great impact shortens our lifespan, and 
the growth of a civilization within us does nothing to alleviate this. 
Eventually, those creatures within me will find an exit. 


Everything will change. 


« Interlude - Drift | HUB | Antediluvian » 


Antediluvian 


| walk. The Elder had always spoken so greatly of this day to me. He 
said that on the day on which a boy sets out, alone, to the top of the 
island, he begins his journey into manhood. | can feel the warm 
grass crushing underneath my feet, stinging and burning if | step out 
from under the cool of the tall shade-trees. | have been walking for 
so long now, without food or water or rest, seeking the sharp peak 
and the cool spring that will show to me my fortune, my destiny. As | 
traipse along the path that all men of my village must walk but once 
in their lives, | wonder what sort of man | will be. 


The sun is so bright in this place, and yet the wind blows so harshly. 
| cannot remember the absence of pain in my legs and my feet, but 
it does not matter to me or to this place. All that has ever been done 
seems lost in this vast desert of noise and sand. | dreamed in my 
youth of the beasts and wonders dangerous and miraculous that | 
would meet upon my great journey, challenging me at every turn 
and pass. But no. Here there is only the sand and wind. All that is 
life is extinguished in this place, removed from all history and 
experience. Here is the place of silence, of reflection and trial. | 
travel through its wastes of sand and heat, striving to remain. To 
exist. 


| can almost see the peak now, but the gales worsen still. The desert 
lies behind my path, its sand and empty things kicked about by 
Angineo, the angry God of the Wind. | walk through this dead scrub- 
land, the occasional rain splattering my face with mud and leaving 
me thirstier still. | can hear the beasts when the night comes, hungry 
and angry at the sky, slinking out of their dens only for long enough 
to hunt easy prey. | have fear of the long shadows in the night, and 
what they might make of me. But | am so close now, so close to my 
destination and my destiny. | carry on, through the fear and the pain 
and the thirst, eyes held ever skyward to the pinnacle of the earth. 
Even in the barrenest of wastes it still stands in the distance, tall and 


proud. Waiting to laugh in the face of the conqueror. Waiting for me. 


So close to the peak now, but it can not be reached by me or by any 
other. Not the mightiest of men of my village would dare face 
Angineo in his fury, battering the side of the pinnacle of the entire 
land with his might. | have waited here in my cave for many nights, a 
tiny divot in the mountainside, waiting without a fire for the storm to 
cease. But still, it has not stopped. | ache and | thirst, so close to the 
spring that its scent beckons me, so close that | can nearly hear the 
song of its water, calling me towards the rest of my life. Towards 
greatness. 


| will press on. This is what the gods want. They test me, sending 
the eldest and most powerful of their number out against me, 
battering me with wind and rain in this tiny cave where | rest, alone 
and hungry. | will not forfeit before the gods of the land and of the 
people. | will press on. 


| have become a man. | have conquered the land and the desert and 
the mountains and the gods themselves. Now | stand here, before 
the spring of life for my people, drinking and praying and relishing in 
the ecstasy of my accomplishment, of my securing of my life and my 
destiny. Though the water does not taste as sweet as | had thought 
it might, still it brings strength to me. Everything around this place 
smells odd, stained with sulfur and the heat of many voices. 
Perhaps it is a message from the gods, some great showing of their 
favor for me. | drink, covered in rain and mud and sand and pain. | 
drink the sweet victory of my journey. | drink to the gods. | drink to 
the people. | drink to myself. 


There is something wrong here, at the pinnacle of the world. The 
winds do not cease and the rain does not relent in its striking of the 
earth. | fear that | have angered the gods, brought their wrath down 
upon me and upon the very land itself. | pray now, in my little cave, 
for my life and the lives of the people of my village. | pray that the 
God of Wind does not reach his wrath out unto them. But yet the 
storm does not end, the howling of the god's breathe does not waver 


knowing they are replaying events from the game. If a subject has 
died violently in the game, the subsequent dream of the event can 
be traumatic enough that this belief can foster a delusion that the 
real world is unreal. Victims of this delusion report being convinced 
that they are still dreaming, or are in purgatory. Both physiological 
and psychological reactions are not clinically abnormal for the 
stresses subjects report experiencing within these dreams. 


Given the experimental evidence of in-game actions having actual 
historical impact (ref: Experiment Log 687-A) it is theorized that the 
dreaming state is a side effect caused by the player's perceptions of 
game-directed activity catching up to the present day. 


Addendum 1: Experiment Log for SCP-687 
+ Experiment Log 687-A 
Experiment Log 687-A 
Test 005 
Date: / /19 
Subject: D- 


Procedure: Subject is provided an unloaded 
.45 automatic handgun, then is told to play the 
game and issue the command INVENTORY, 
followed by the command DROP GUN. 


Results: Subject’s game avatar has an 
unloaded .45 automatic handgun in inventory 
of same make and model provided to subject. 
The command DROP GUN results in the gun 
being left in a dumpster next to subject’s 
avatar. At this point the subject is ordered to 
exit the game. Physical gun is still in subject’s 
possession and surrendered back to 
Foundation personnel. 


Test 006 


in the vast reaches of the sky, scattered before me in this highest of 
places. | sit in this cave, huddled away from the wind and the 
coldness of the rain, and | pray. 


| kneel now at the top of the world, shouting as though mad at the 
gods and at the state of existence. The storm rages, battering my 
ears with sound and my eyes with light. | remember back to the days 
in my village, to when | had hope for this time of change in my life. | 
did not know then what | know now. | did not know that it was my 
destiny to be the last to pass into manhood before the end of time, 
when the Gods of Wind and of Lightning and of Death would bring 
destruction to the world. | shout from the top of the world, begging 
that they wait in their bringing of the end. Wait until | have lived my 
life of glory. Begging that my destiny be changed by the pity of the 
gods. 


| hear it, the greatest of thunder-cracks as the gods answer my 
pleas, their divine wrath echoing in the sky above me. The wind 
howls past, sending the rain smashing into my face and my eyes. 
But still | see it. The answer of the gods. It bursts through the clouds 
and the sky itself, a great mass of grey and brown and blood, coated 
in plates of rocky flesh and with a thousand limbs, crashing towards 
the earth covered in fire and rage. As it falls and pulls itself towards 
the great ocean that holds the world, it stretches across the sky, 
beyond all imagination of size. It is the greatest god of all, and all 
others pale before it. Old Angineo did not call out this storm. No. The 
God of Wind is dead, vanquished by this greatest god of all. The 
God of the End. Of the Sky and of Fury. It crushes into the water, 
the shock of it rippling the surface of what is real. With its landing 
comes the echo of thunder, long dead in the savage beauty of this 
infinite god, its great form stretching from the bottom of the dark 
depths of the sea and into the heavens themselves. It falls still, 
bringing with it the destroyed remnants of the homes of the gods, 
flickering and shimmering as they fall to this earth. The sea 
stretches and swells as it takes in the great beastly God, blocking 
out the entirety of the world before it. | watch, terrified by its divinity 
and hopelessness, as a great mass of boiling, frothing water bears 
down upon the world. All will be consumed by its mighty waves, 


trees ripped asunder and beaches swallowed by the unremitting 
waves, a signal of the great thing. | think of how my world shall end, 
at the hands of a god unimaginable in scope and power, sweeping 
the entirety of creation clean in a single terrible motion. A god my 
world did not even know. 


| stand now at the peak of the world, alone and hungry and hurt and 
afraid. The ocean has not swallowed me, has left me alone in this 
empty place, upon a ledge of rock above the spring at the top of the 
world. All around me there is the water, sandy and filled with mud, 
clouded over by the washed-away land. The Great God from the sky 
is not here. It has cast itself into the very depths of the earth, taking 
with it my home and my people. | stand here now at the end of the 
ruined world and wonder if | could ever be forgiven for my horrible 
destiny. | wonder if there is anyone still in the sacked place of the 
gods and the dead left to forgive me. 


« Eden | HUB | Parting » 


Parting 


TO: Oklahoma City, OK 
FROM: Washington D.C 
John 


Please come to Washington as soon as it can be 
arranged. Something has come up, and we're in need of 
people with your skills to assist. This is a matter of grave 
importance, and | expect you to keep a tight lip about it 
until we can arrange to meet. We shall be providing for 
expenses. 


President Roosevelt 
TO: Washington D.C 
FROM: Oklahoma City, OK 


| cannot express the confusion and shock | experienced 
upon receiving your most recent telegram. I've only just 
begun to acquaint myself with my new post, and | am 
now expected to put these matters aside and report to 
you? If this is related to the business with the you-know- 
what, | cannot say that | would be prepared to help. You 
were impressed, yes, but it was an extremely woeful 
experience for me. 


| am sorry Theodore. 
John J. Pershing 
Assistant Chief of Staff, Southwest Army Division 


TO: Oklahoma City, OK 


FROM: Washington D.C 


We've learned from our mistakes, John. This is a 
situation which requires a great level of experience, and 
your ability to cooperate and work with native peoples 
would be invaluable, if we are disregarding experience in 
other matters. With all due respect John, what we need 
is a fighting general! There are too many limp-wrist men 
in command, and if | told them what | must tell you they'd 
ask me to relieve them of command on the spot. 


President Roosevelt 
TO: Washington D.C 
FROM: Oklahoma City, OK 


My ability to work with native peoples? | do not wish to 
be given a foreign post in Panama or the Pacific. If you 
are going to be positioning troops there, other 
commanders would be more able to the task then I. I'm 
sure that bigger stick diplomacy has left many capable 
units in the Panamanian area. 


John J. Pershing 

Assistant Chief of Staff, Southwest Army Division 
TO: Oklahoma City 

FROM: Washington D.C 


It isn't a matter of managing military positions in the area, 
but moving them through. There's a bigger stick over 
there, and it isn't going to stay where it is forever. | must 
again repeat my request that you come to Washington 
and see me. The matter has reached a point where we 
cannot turn back, and it is a time where the real men 
show their true colors. 


John, please. We are in dire straits here. 


President Roosevelt 


John, | couldn't tell you what we were dealing with before. | can now. 
There's something in the sea, or under it. Something absolutely 
massive. It's a thing no body of men before us has ever had to 
struggle against. We cannot decline the call to help stop it, and 
preparations need to be made for the day we will do battle. 


The canal is one of those. An engineering feat, made in cooperation 
between us, several prominent European organizations, and some 
of our own. The French were the first to attempt it, and they failed. 
We have to carry the torch, John. Nobody is coming to save us, so 
we must defend ourselves. We owe the American people no less 
than everything we can do. 


In Attendance: The President, Assistant Chief of Staff 
John Pershing-Southwest Army Division, Agent 
Harmond, Agent Brent 


Summary: The President, with assistance from Agents Hammond 
and Brent, briefed Pershing on the purpose of the Panama Canal 
acquisition. Documents relating to 1900-01-069 are provided, in 
order to better instruct Pershing on its scope. Notes were made of 
arming the Panamanians, and routes for sea vessels to reach The 
Item. 


The President suggested the creation of a task force to jointly 
observe The Item with the ASCI. The proposal was denied, on the 
grounds of lack of need for additional observers. 


The President proposed aerial reconnaissance of The Item. 
Proposal was debated, then accepted. 


Following this, Pershing and agents discussed ways to move ASCI 
and U.S Army personnel to the object through the canal. These 
notations are currently in the process of archival. 


Briefing adjourned after approx. 5 hours and 22 minutes. 


This documentation is to be used as supplementary, for 
personnel, and not a replacement for the full containment 
doctrine. 


Item: 1900-01-069 

Classification Type: Aquatic/Organic 
Discovery Date: Classified 

Threat Level: Known Extreme Threat 


ASCI Protocols for Containment: All available resources are to be 
put into the construction of faster and less expensive methods of 
reaching Item 1900-01-069. Currently, military bases on the edge of 
South America, as well as positions in the islands created by it are 
sufficient to keep watch. The Russian Army is to be monitored for 
any signs of withdrawing from the area, in order to facilitate the 
obtainment of it. We do not know at this time what the Russians are 
aware of in regards to Item 1900-01-069. 


Research Summary 


A large underwater mass, supporting several islands and resting 
against the continents. At least 10,000 leagues under the surface, it 
appears to have a sort of hard, rock-like but smoother appearance. 
Other then its massive size, we have no knowledge of its intellect or 
what purpose it serves. 


[INFORMATION REVOKED] 


...believed to be located near the archipelago known as the 
Islands, which have historically been uninhabited, though 
claimed by in 17 ... 


[INFORMATION REVOKED] 


... Navy will occasionally patrol the Islands, and will attack 
on-sight. 


Supplementary Information 


A possible sound emitted by The Item was detected on / /19 by 
the Aren Expeditionary Force during an investigation of paranormal 
activity around the archipelago. These reports have not 
been substantiated... 


... Congratulations on the promotion to O-1. Higher then 
Washington himself, if | heard correctly. We're pleased to 
have you serving with us over the years, and hope that 
after all this is finally over, we can move towards a 
brighter day. Your early contributions to the Arc project 
have not been forgotten...