What's the point to life? | just can't see it. We go on about our daily 
lives, day in and day out. But we're just matter, just atoms and 
energy. What's special about that? What's special about life? It's all 
predictable, we all follow predetermined courses according to the 
flow of energy inside us, our free will is an illusion. We'll never 
escape to the stars anyway, it's a forlorn hope, so one day an 
asteroid's gonna hit or we'll be hit by a solar flare...or, hell, the sun 
will supernova at least. And then bam. We're done. Everything was 
pointless the whole time. | don't see any reason to prolong it. We're 
just meat and bones and empty inside, and my death will be no loss 
to the world. Nobody will even think about it 100 years from now. I'll 
never be remembered, and the people who might have remembered 
me are doomed to perish anyway. 


These thoughts have gone through my head for the last 6 months or 
so. The last time | actually found myself enjoying life was at the 
carnival back in August. People seemed happy, lovers holding onto 
each other. Kids running around laughing and playing with their 
carnival toys, using their imaginations and having fun. Old couples 
walking around serenely, enjoying each others company. Life 
seemed special to me. But since then everything has felt so dull. 
Maybe | enjoyed everything too much and burned myself out, 
because life just isn't fun anymore. Everything is dreary, | see 
people's faces as they pass by now and | can tell they're all full of 
goals and dreams and hopes that might come to pass. But | know 
better. Hell, they don't even really exist. Do | even exist? | feel that | 
shouldn't. | don't feel like | belong in this world, that I'm not even 
supposed to be here anymore. It'd be best for me to just make life 


better for everyone and end it. 


Yeah, | think that's the best option about now. I'm going up to the 
roof of this building and jumping off. Maybe it'll be fun to fall. Let's 
find out. If you find my body, just throw it in the river or something, 
ok? Leaving now. 


And then | died. 


(Solved) 


Round 17: Dr_Adams 


| swear to God | spend more time writing these reports than anything 
else around here. My eyes can't take much more of this damn 
screen. | know | signed up for this, | know it's important. Hell, before 
| spent every waking moment thinking about it, it was interesting. But 
how many times do we need to test it? How many times do we need 
to crunch the numbers? At least | have some people to talk to. 
Speaking of which, our new researcher was looking good today. I've 
never dated a Korean before... 


A sudden crash jolts me out of my seat. 


How did it happen? The noise is deafening, drowning out the 
screams of my friends. 

| glance up as my computer screen flashes a bright red warning of 
an imminent containment breach. A wave of calm sweeps over me 
as my training and instincts take over. 


No! Not without a fight! 
And then | died. 


(Solved) 


Round 18: Tyber 
Day 3: 


Okay, okay, | can do it this time, I’m sure of it! Just got to loosen my 
muscles, get my mind clear, and go for it. Ok...1...2...3! 


Dammit! 


This damn door! Just got to... huh huh...... clear my head, don’t 
think about it, just don’t think about it. Its not going to do anything, 
it’s not. Let's just, give it another go. Alright, head’s clear, body's 
limber, | can do it. | can do it. OK! 1...2... go! 


God... gah... Goddammit... 


Please... just... just let me go... | can’t, | can’t keep trying. Its just 
too... | can’t. Please, just go away, leave, I’m begging you! | know 
you can hear me! Go away! 


It's still there. | know that much. Everyone else is gone, but it’s still 
there. Why? What the fuck does it get out of this? | just want to 
leave. 


But it won't let me. 


One last time. Just, one last time. | can’t do much else. Just one last 
time. I’m going through that door, and I’m leaving. Its not going to 
stop me, | won't let it. This time, I’m just going to leave, just going to 
leave, and never come back. Ever. Just going to leave... just going 
to leave... 


And then | died. 


(Solved) 


Round 19: CondorTalon 


Being on the beach alone always calms me down. The smell of the 
air, the sound of the waves, the fact that no one else is here, it all 
comes together to create the perfect euphoric experience. | take a 
few steps along the coast, kicking things about as | go. | kick a rock 
ahead of me; it feels heavier than | expect. It lands near a small 
boulder. The boulder is smooth and in the rough shape of a chair. 
Perfect. | sit on it, and let everything wash over me. 


Wash over me... wash over me... 


Shit. Where did the time go? The water's around my ankles. The 
tide rises legendarily quickly on this beach. | should find a better 
place higher up. 


Why can't | move? | need to get away from the water. My body won't 
respond. The water sloshes around me like it's being shaken up. 
Shit. Gotta get away. Why can't | move? 


And then | died. 


(Unsolved) 


Round 20: Scantron 


And | don’t know how | got here. Ow. Did | get beaten or something? 
Maybe. What the fuck was in that needle. I’m holding a printout of... 
| don’t know what this is. They can’t be serious. The other guys don’t 
look like they know what it is either. 


There are loudspeakers and cameras here, just like that one other 
room. Except this one looks grimier. Headaches. The lights 
(fluorescent) come on, and | can see the stuff on the table better. 
What’s that thing next to the loudspeakers? It looks- 


“Welcome to the Punishment Detail, but you probably know it as 
‘Keter Duty’. I'm in charge of this. You’re here because of your less 
than satisfactory behavior. If | may direct your attention to the scripts 
you each hold in your hands for a moment. If you don’t read this 
script correctly and do exactly what it says, the consequences will 
be less than pleasant. Start at the bell." 


Script? What- oh, this. Doesn't look like any script I’ve ever read. | 
can barely read this shit, it's incomprehensible. Whatever they 
drugged me with, | can’t think straight. Still, | think | can at least 
pronounce it right, that should be enough. Shit. | do wonder why it 
cuts off in the middle- 


Dingdingdingdingding 
Where did the time go? Well, I'll have to give it a shot. 
And then | died. 


(Unsolved) 


Round 21: TroyL 


It should work, dammit! | know it should work! I've got over this time 
and time again, and nothing makes sense! 


| sigh and sit down at the table, looking at the room. I've gotten 
obsessed, | know, but obsession is good for physics. Planck was 
obsessed. So was Einstein, and Schrodinger, and Hawking! All of 
them were obsessed, and they changed the world. That's all I'm 
trying to do... Just change the world, for the better. With a heavy 
sigh, | sit down in my desk, looking around the room. I've scrawled 
the equations over the walls again and again, constantly trying to 
make it work. When | ran out of room on the walls, | started using 
the floor. When | ran out of room on the floor... 


Someone is trying to scoop me. They're trying to steal my notes, | 
know. Three cases of sabotage, this year alone. The techies say 
that they can't figure it out... No surges or anything... 


| sigh, returning to my desk, staring up at the ceiling where | had... 


‘Oh God,’ | think, noticing the crack running along the top of my 
office. "OH GOD!" | say out loud, running toward the door, hoping to 
get out before the whole thing- 


And then | died. 


(Solved) 


Round 22: Voct 


Mmm. | pick the crumbs off my plate, drop them into my open 
mouth, and then suck the sauce off my fingers. Maybe it's just the 
contrast with the hospital food, but this has got to be the best damn 
burger | have ever had in my /ife! | know what the doctors would tell 
me, but | promise myself that I'll start my new healthy diet tomorrow. 
Absolute promise. One burger won't hurt me, and with a name like 
"Last Chance Diner"... well, hell, that's as good as a sign from God, 
right? 


| burp hugely, feeling like an eight-year-old as | savor the taste 
passing over my tongue again, and pay the waitress. It's seven 
dollars; | give her a twenty and tell her to keep the change. That was 
one INCREDIBLE burger! 


As | walk towards the exit, | get a sudden, stabbing, pain in my left 
chest, spreading towards my neck and shoulder... oh god, no, fuck, 
no no no PLEASE no... | collapse on the floor, Knocking over a 
chair. | hear the waitress and the other customers panicking, 
someone's yelling ‘call an ambulance’, but | can tell it'll be too late... 


and then someone says "Get out of my way, I'm a doctor", and | feel 
a tiny surge of hope. | hear his footsteps coming closer, quick, sure, 
and confident. 


"You're very, very lucky | happened to be in the same diner as you," 
he says, and | know he's right. He rips open my shirt, looks at my 
chest, puts his hand on me, just over my barely-healed scar, then 
closes his eyes and counts to himself for a few seconds. He opens 
his eyes again. "It's worse than | thought. I'm going to have to 
operate right here. | have some tools in my bag - waitress! There's a 
drugstore down the street, go buy me some gauze and a bottle of 
rubbing alcohol!" 


He traces the scar on my chest with his finger, then pulls a scalpel 
out of his bag. "At least it'll be easier to go in. Don't worry, you'll be 
all right." 


|! summon all my strength, and manage to croak "thank you, doctor". 
| can tell I'm going to pass out soon. 


He glares at me. "Stop making that noise, I'm trying to talk to my 
patient." 


And then | died. 


(Solved) 


Round 23: Bright 


It was a beautiful, hot day. And |? | couldn't resist going for a swim. 
The pool was empty, sparkling clear. Grabbing the pool noodle from 
the side, | jumped in. | dive to the bottom, and noticed a shadow 
across the water. Did someone toss something in? 


And then | died. 


(Unsolved) 


Round 24: CondorTalon 


Brrr. The cold wind smacks against my body as | walk home. That 
was a great meal, and I'm glad it was relatively cheap. The walks 
home always give plenty of time to reflect. About life, about death, 
about— 


Suddenly, I'm knocked out of my thoughts when someone runs out 
of the alley in front of me. The man quickly hurries away, a panicked 
look on his face, but | catch a glimpse of something shiny in his 
hand... 


A knife?! 


| quickly head into the alley the man came out of. Did that man stab 
someone? As | round the corner, | see the body of a woman lying 
unconscious in the alley. | run over, silently thanking my family for 
convincing me to attend medical school. As | land near the woman, | 
check for a pulse. It's dark so it's hard to find a wound. A nearby 


¢ Seven reindeer antlers. 
* Five red 'Santa' hats. 
* One full-body reindeer holiday outfit. 


Human subjects who do not meet SCP-784's criteria for ‘Christmas 
spirit' will be assaulted by SCP-784-1, incapacitated, and forcibly 
directed into the nearest household. They will not be seen until the 
following day, when they will exit the household dressed similarly to 
other instances of SCP-784-1. Attempts to retrieve affected 
personnel have been met with great resistance on both the part of 
SCP-784-1 and the affected individual. 


The criteria which SCP-784 follows for definition of 'Christmas spirit' 
appear to be extremely broad. See addendum 784-A for a complete 
log of personnel abducted, and assumed reasons for abduction. 


Approximately once per month, SCP-784-1 will attempt to exit 
SCP-784 and enter the surrounding suburban community; this is 
referred to by on-site personnel as a ‘Noel event’. During a Noel 
event, each instance of SCP-784-1 will carry a string of Christmas 
lights estimated to be fifteen meters long. Instances of SCP-784-1 
will attach these lights to any nearby house, which will become 
decoratively and functionally identical to all other houses within 
SCP-784. Signs of an incoming Noel event include increased 
festivity during the day preceding the event, excessive eggnog 
consumption by a significant portion of SCP-784-1, and an increase 
in the number of decorations present within SCP-784. 


Procedure 784-C is to be executed prior to the occurrence of a Noel 
event. Foundation personnel are to dress themselves in traditional 
‘Santa’ outfits, and distribute themselves near the exit of SCP-784. 
They are to begin singing 'Good King Wenceslas’ and distributing 
non-alcoholic eggnog to other personnel. On the arrival of 
SCP-784-1, personnel are to distribute eggnog mixed with a mild 
sedative to the crowd. Personnel are to appear friendly and cheerful 
at all times, as SCP-784-1 has proven capable of abducting 
personnel while nearly unconscious. 


Following the distribution of eggnog, personnel are encouraged to 
sing carols associated with peace and goodwill. ‘Silent Night’ has 
proven most effective. Instances of SCP-784-1 will begin to sing 


hissing sound is interrupting my focus. Is that a gas leak? I'd better 
hurry. As | scan my eyes across the body, | find no blood, but | still 
check to make sure— 


Wait what's that coming out of her stom— 
And then | died. 


(Unsolved) 


And Then | Died... 


Below are the previous entries for the game. Read and 
enjoy! The answer are in links at the end of each one. 


Welcome to And Then | Died..., an SCP collective writing game! 
Useful information is held behind a collapsible tab right here: 


Click Here to Learn The Rules of the Game 


This is pretty simple. The idea of this game is to 
compose an encounter with an SCP without overtly 
revealing what SCP it actually is. The rules are basic, 
and as follows: 


1. Whoever guessed the last one correctly (information 
about guessing at the bottom) has to write the next one. 
If you don't want to write, then don't guess. Feel free to 
sit back, relax, and say "Oh! | got it right!" when you do. 


2. If you're writing the new one, try to keep it under 500 
words. This is a game, not a novel. Also, try to get it 
written within a day or two (a week at the longest), so the 
game can keep moving forward. If you fail to write your 
entry quickly enough, a judge will step in and write it for 
you. 


3. While not required, a few red herrings are definitely 
encouraged, so long as the final solution is the most 
likely/most obvious answer. Having someone die from 
exposure to SCP-008 while SCP-682 eats their torso and 
they're fired from the Sun Launcher... Not gonna work. 


4. Try to make it... well... not obvious, but... guessable. 
Going for something needlessly obtuse will make the 
game no fun for anyone. 


5. The character "speaking" (and this is the most 


important rule) must die at the end. It might not be from 
the SCP in question, so long as their exposure caused it 
somehow. 


6. If no one guesses your SCP, then congrats! After a 
week or so, let everyone know how clever you were, and 
write another one. 


7. lf you're the author, make sure you send a message to 
TroyL, Or Dexanote {o let them know the answer. 
Troy, Ragz and Dex will be recusing themselves from 
making any further guesses to function in this capacity. 
Winners will be posted in the discussion thread for this 
page, so keep your eyes open! Maybe you won! 


If there are any questions, or a need for clarification, 
please notify the game judging people things, TroyL, or 
Dexanote, in the chat. Thanks, and have a good time 
reading and guessing! 


Looking for the old entries? Click right here for some excellent 
reads! Answers are included at the end of each entry. 


Round One: TroyL 


| laughed when they told me about the faeries that would 
occasionally appear around the room, especially since I'd not really 
been around and SCP like this one before. Heh. To think, | was 
going to be working at Site-19. It was going to fun! So much fun!