Notes: The Man and the Clocktower is the first book in 
the series, and the only one not involved in SCP-3196. 


Title: The Tides of Neptune 


General Synopsis: Rex is assigned a case on Neptune, 
where it has been observed that the surface of the planet 
is undergoing unusual changes. Rex visits the colony of 
Armory, and witnesses a terraforming effort by an 
unknown alien entity. Tensions on Neptune between the 
corporate ruling committee and the rest of the civilian 
population come to a head, and civil war breaks out. The 
alien entity is destroyed by Rex as he tries to help 
restore order, but Neptune’s new climate destroys the 
colony, and Rex is sucked into space. 


Notes: Of note should be POI-3196's lack of knowledge 
regarding Neptune itself. 


Title: Through the Wormhole 


General Synopsis: Rex is rescued at the last second by 
a traveling merchant ship. Beyond Pluto, alien vessels 
emerge from wormholes, while Universal Time Corps 
ships amass near Neptune in an effort to repel them. The 
two sides commence hostilities as the aliens reveal 
themselves to be displaced humans from another 
dimension. The leader of the refugees is their version of 
Olms Praetor, who rallied the survivors after their own 
reality began to disappear due to an unknown being. 
Afterwords, a massive wormhole opens up and pulls all 
the fighters inside. 


Notes: A portion of the book describes "The Terra 
Collective", an organization allied with the Universal 
Time Corps that studies and collects anomalous artifacts 


SCP-407: The Song of Genesis 


Item #: SCP-407 
Object Class: Neutralized 


Special Containment Procedures: At time of acquisition SCP-407 
was recorded within a compact cassette tape. Currently, SCP-407 is 
backed-up as a digital audio file on [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-407 
should not be allowed to play under any circumstances outside 
testing conditions, and only with the approval of O5- . 


Testing of SCP-407 is to be done in completely sound-proof 
environments. All tools and subjects must be sterilized to remove 
the presence of pollen, fungal spores, plant seeds, and as much 
bacterial life to the greatest degree possible to delay the negative 
effects of SCP-407. 


Description: SCP-407 is a song in an unidentified language, 
seemingly sung a cappella. The voices are thought to be human. 
The tape containing SCP-407 was found with one track of 
approximately thirty (30) minutes duration, though the abrupt ending 
suggests there may be more. The song has been described by all 
listeners as something along the lines of ‘soothing’, 'glorious', and 
‘beautiful’. 


While SCP-407 is played, rapid cell generation seems to occur 
within auditory radius. This effect seems to occur at the cellular 
level, and does not require the subject to be able to hear the music. 
The changes seem to only affect multi-cellular organisms at first, but 
quickly begins to affect mitosis in single-celled organisms. 


During the first minute of exposure, all multi-cellular life forms seem 
to become healthier. Subjects suffering from malnutrition, scarring, 
physical injury, or chronic diseases or other medical conditions 
seem to become healthy with only a minute of exposure to 
SCP-407. This has been shown to cure Alzheimer's disease, 


and people. Deviation from the Foundation is significant, 
and is not considered a threat to collective secrecy. 


Title: A View From Alexandria 


General Synopsis: When both sides of the conflict are 
dragged into the newly created wormhole, they are 
greeted by future versions of Rex and Olms, who explain 
that the reality destroying entity is on his way to Rex's 
universe, where it will destroy conscious reality itself. 
Both Rex and Olms travel back to Ancient Egypt, where 
they hope to destroy the being before it can fully insert 
itself in their reality. As the entity begins to form, Rex 
receives a transmission from his future self, who explains 
he has already failed, before ceasing to exist. 


Notes: In one chapter, Rex encounters a wandering wise 
man, who offers him advice regarding his current conflict. 
Of note is the line: "One day, the guardsmen will come, 
and bind your history in chains, to safeguard their future”. 
POI-3196 has been unable to explain the meaning 
behind this line, or a possible connection to the 
Foundation. 


Title: The Man From Out of Time 


General Synopsis: The reality destroying entity 
manifests, and reveals itself to be Rex. Time and space 
are destroyed, and Rex is flung into nothingness. Rex 
slowly becomes able to alter reality to restore the 
shattered timeline, but finds himself unable to stop his 
dimensional and historical counterparts from re-enacting 
his own actions, leading to the consistent destruction of 
reality. In a last ditch effort, Rex allows his former reality 
to reform, and then wills himself out of existence before 
he is forced to meet himself and Olms in Ancient Egypt. 
Space and time reform within this singular dimension, 
and history is implied to continue beyond its original 
stopping point. In the epilogue, an unnamed figure 
wakes up on the beach of an alien world. 


Notes: [See Below] 


Addendum-3196-3: SCP-3196-A-4 is the only entry in The 
Adventures of Rex Dangerly to contain a foreword. 


This is for you, who is no longer here. | regret that. 


You gave me the seed that this idea grew out of. | wrote 
it all, and the words flowed like magic. Sometimes you 
know something is right, something is meant to be. The 
pages in those books are, like Rex, now beyond time. 


| won't lie, I'm selfish enough to want this. But beyond my 
petty desires, sometimes things are just set in stone. 


| hope these stories provided some comfort. If the dead 
could read, | would write for them. 


- Devon Brackenridge 


SCP-3197: A Trickster God for the Modern Age 


Item #: SCP-3197 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: The components of SCP-3197 
are to be kept disassembled in a standard containment locker. 
Testing may be initiated by any employee with a Level 2 clearance. 
Non-Foundation personnel who came in contact with SCP-3197 
before containment are to be administered amnestics. 


Description: SCP-3197 is a mahogany stand adorned with three 
wax Candles, a cerulean bowl, two BIC pens, and a framed 
photograph of Alan Greenspan, the 13th Chairman of the United 
States Federal Reserve. A “List of Acceptable Offerings” is inscribed 
into the base of the stand. 


Several conditions must be met for the anomalous properties of the 
object to manifest: 


¢ All candles must be lit and the bow/! filled approximately 
halfway with rose water. 

¢ The BIC pens must be placed equidistant on opposite sides of 
the picture. 

¢ A supplicant must approach the stand and kneel, placing a 
piece of paper with a four-letter symbol into the bowl along 
with an offering. 

¢ The supplicant must perform a short recitation: 


Our Holy Greenspan 

Hallowed be Thy Name 

Give us this day our daily profits 

And write off our losses 

Lead us not into overleverage 

But deliver us from margin calls 

For yours is the market and the profit and the glory 


Forever and ever 
Amen 


If all the required conditions are all met, the offering placed within 
the bowl will vanish’. If the four-letter symbol corresponds to a stock 
listed on the New York Stock Exchange, the stock will experience a 
return matching the relevant entry in the list inscribed into the base 
of the stand. Stocks listed on other exchanges are unaffected. 


The anomalous properties continue to manifest themselves if minor 
alterations are made to the ritual, for instance if BIC pens are 
replaced with graphite pencils, or if artificial candles are substituted 
for wax. However, all anomalous properties cease if the picture of 
Alan Greenspan is replaced with a photograph of Ben Bernanke or 
other Federal Reserve chairs such as Janet Yellen or Paul Volcker. 


Appendix A: "List of Acceptable Offerings" inscribed into the 
base of SCP-3197 


A memento from the supplicant's childhood: 1% 
The supplicant’s full head of hair: 2% 

The supplicant’s wedding ring: 5% 

An urn with the ashes of the supplicant’s parent: 7% 
The supplicant’s thumb (right hand): 10% 


Appendix B: Interview with Jack Rossi, former equity trader 
with Dean Peabody LLP 


The following interview was conducted on 4/6/2008 
shortly after discovery and containment of SCP-3197. 
Mr. Rossi initially refused to cooperate with Foundation 
researchers, whom he believed to be working for an 
unspecified government agency. After covert 
administration of EXP-URXW-232, and after assurances 
from the researchers that they meant him no harm, Mr. 
Rossi consented to be interviewed. 


Researcher : Do you remember when you put the 
altar together? 


Mr. Rossi: Christ, wno knows? Early ‘97, maybe. The 


S&P was about to break a thousand, | know that much. 
Also, wasn’t me that put it together. 


Researcher : Who was it, then? 
Mr. Rossi: All | did was put the photo on it. 


Researcher : But you were the one who brought the 
stand to the Peabody headquarters? 


Mr. Rossi: Saw it out by the curb somewhere in 
midtown. 56th street, maybe. Fucking Hindus or 
Buddhists or whatchamacallthem, they were throwing it 
out. Took it on a whim and set it up in the break room 
with the big photo. We all had a nice laugh over it. 


Researcher : Who do you mean by "we"? 


Mr. Rossi: All of us on the trading floor. Dick, Lester, 
Phil, the overeager juniors fresh out of school who 
fetched us drinks. The big boss saw it and laughed so 
hard he almost barfed his lunch. Next day someone put 
the bowl in there. The pens were Phil’s idea. Some loser 
over at Goldman told him the chairman was fond of 
BICs. 


Yeah, it was fucking fantastic. Anytime a client would 
come in, we'd take them round the back and show them 
“our new religion,” as we called it. Everyone thought it 
was a goddamn riot. 


Researcher : And the list? 


Mr. Rossi: Just appeared one day. Don’t know who 
carved it in. Nobody would admit to it. Wasn’t very funny, 
if you ask me. A bit like taking the joke too far. 


The first time someone used it was during one of the 
corrections... 


Researcher : I'm sorry, what is a correction in this 
context? 


Mr. Rossi: Let's just say it was mid-98. A fucking 
massacre on the trading floor. | remember | got off easy, 
my portfolio was down 7-8%. Most had losses in the 
20-30% range. Bonuses were evaporating left right and 
center. I'm telling you, | could smell divorce in the air. 


Researcher : Pardon? 


Mr. Rossi: Most of the guys had trophy wives. You 
know, blondes, big tits, a few decades younger than 
them. Hell, some had trophy mistresses. You think their 
women would stick by them once they were out on the 
curb? 


Researcher : | see. 


Mr. Rossi: So anyway, when the bell rings and the 
bloodbath is finally over, Lester brings us to the break 
room and does a big show. He kneels in front of the little 
altar, writes one of his big stocks on a piece of paper, 
recites a mangled version of the Lord's prayer and 
throws his wedding band in there. We’re all smiling, 
because for God’s sakes we need some comic relief, you 
know? The whole time, I’m thinking of what I’d do if | lose 
my job. My wife — everything’s solid there, knock on 
wood. But we’d have to move to fucking Jersey. 


Researcher : Was that when you first noticed the 
anomalous effect? 


Mr. Rossi: His wedding band disappeared. Poor sod 
looked for it for hours. He was still looking when | went 
home that day, muttering about how his wife was gonna 
give him a serious ass-kicking. Next day, though, we're 
all getting fucked up the ass again but Lester’s stock 
pops 5%. Lucky motherfucker ended the day only a little 
bit in the red. 


So, after the stocks close we're all smirking together, ha- 
ha, the thing works, doesn’t it? All hail the holy 
Greenspan! Phil pops home and brings back some 


chess trophy he won when he was still in diapers. Next 
day, another fucking massacre, we're talking 10-15% 
losses across the board, except Phil's shitty dog of a 
stock is up 1%. 


Researcher : And then you began using the altar 
regularly? 


Mr. Rossi: Not really. For a while we went on on making 
wisecracks. Ha-ha, on your way to the altar Dick? Your 
stocks must be crunching! But the results were 
undeniable. Every time someone made an offering, the 
return would be there the next day like clockwork. 


And then...then | guess the jokes stopped being funny. 
Gradually, we just stopped talking about it, even though 
we were using the thing as often as we could. Hair takes 
time to grow after you shave it off, you know. A month 
later, we moved it to a private room. Custom made lock, 
only a few of us had the key, didn't even let the janitor in 
there. If anyone asked, we said we threw the thing way. 


Researcher : The returns coming from the offerings 
don't seem to be very large. 


Mr. Rossi: Yeah, dummy, you don’t invest in the stock 
directly. You wait until all the momentum traders think a 
stock is gonna crumble, then you start trading futures. 
On a good day, you can find a tanking stock along with 
some poor schmuck who'll bet you against a 10% rise at 
50:1 odds, if not more. 


Researcher : | think | have all | need. Someone else 
will be in to see you shortly. Out of curiosity, do you have 
any regrets about the whole thing? 


Mr. Rossi: The fuck would |? 
Researcher : Digging up your parents, for example. 


Mr. Rossi: Oh yeah, I'm sure they really mind. | bet they 


were having a grand ole time in that cemetery. 
Researcher : What about your hand? 


Mr. Rossi: Listen, if | have trouble opening a door, I'll get 
my butler to do it for me. 


Footnotes 

1. Attempts to determine the physics underlying this effect, as well 
as the ultimate destination of the offerings, have met with failure. 

2. Designed by the Neurology Division, this pharmaceutical cocktail 
induces feelings of trust and openness without any associated 
cognitive impairment. 


SCP-3198: Miniature Task Force 


Item #: SCP-3198 
Object Class: Euclid 


Standard Containment Procedures: At the first available 
opportunity, contact must be established with SCP-3198 to make it 
aware of its situation. Once SCP-3198 has confirmed its 
compliance, it should be contained for transport and moved to a 
secure site. 


Currently, SCP-3198 is contained in its original discovery location 
which has been repurposed as Site-1394. Any instances seen 
outside of Site-1394 are to be contained, or, if containment fails, 
destroyed. 


Site-1394's windows have been boarded up under the guise of a 
lethal asbestos exposure. 


Personnel entering Site-1394 must be wearing full tactical body 
armor. Weapons are not to be discharged at SCP-3198 unless 
absolutely necessary. 


Research into a way to return SCP-3198 to a normal state is 
ongoing. 


Description: SCP-3198 is the collective designation for the Mobile 
Task Force formerly known as Lambda-9 ("Big Fucking Guns"). This 
task force was created specifically to contain Keter level objects that 
required high damage output ordinance in the event of a 
containment breach. Being one of the largest MTF teams, Lambda-9 
is comprised of: 


* 100 foot soldiers armed with M4 assault rifles, M249 light 
machine guns, fragmentation grenades and 2 FGM-148 
Javelin missile launchers 


* 20 OSHKOSH M-ATV scout vehicles fitted with M2 Browning 
heavy machine guns 

¢ 2 AH-64 Apache Longbow helicopters with 2 crew members in 
each 

¢ 30 combat trained support personnel 

¢ 4 M970 fuel trucks carrying Diesel 

* 2 OSHKOSH M978A4 Fuel Servicing Trucks carrying JP8 Jet 
fuel 

¢ 4 MK25 Standard cargo trucks carrying food, water and 
general supplies