Description: Moved to Site19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It 
is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand 
spray paint. SCP-173 is animate and extremely hostile. The object 
cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not 
be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter 
container are instructed to alert one another before blinking. Object 
is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or 
by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personnel are to observe 
Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures. 

Personnel report sounds of scraping stone originating from within 
the container when no one is present inside. This is considered 
normal, and any change in this behaviour should be reported to the 
acting HMCL supervisor on duty. 

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces 
and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure 
must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis. 


“What the fuck are you looking at?” John Avery, presently known as 
D-5933, shouted at the other D-class in the cell. 


“SCP-173. What the fuck are you looking at!” came the reply. This 
worried John, as he was staring intently at SCP-173, and the other 
D-class was standing behind John, facing the other direction. Then 


SCP-701: The Hanged King's Tragedy 


Item #: SCP-701 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: All materials relating to 
SCP-701 are to be kept in a triple-locked archive at Storage Site- . 
These items currently consist of: the two (2) currently extant copies 
of the 1640 quarto; twenty-seven (27) copies of the 1965 trade 
paperback edition; ten (10) copies of a 1971 hardcover printing; 
twenty-one (21) floppy diskettes, consisting of data seized from raids 
on [EXPUNGED]; one (1) S-VHS video cassette tape (designated 
SCP-701-19 -A); and one (1) steel knife of unknown origin 
(designated SCP-701-19 -B). At no time are any of these items to 
be removed from the room. Access to the area is to be heavily 
monitored; absolutely no personnel whatsoever is to be granted 
access to the archive without the express, in-person permission of 
Drs.L ,R  andJ 


Description: SCP-701, The Hanged King's Tragedy, is a Caroline- 

era revenge tragedy in five acts. Performances of the play are 

associated with sudden psychotic and suicidal behavior among both 

observers and participants, as well as the manifestation of a 

mysterious figure, classified as SCP-701-1. Historical estimates 

place the number of lives claimed by the play at between and 
over the past three hundred years. 


Performances of The Hanged King's Tragedy do not always end 
with an outbreak. Of the recorded performances, only (86.78%) 
have ended in SCP-701 events. According to historical records and 
investigations, these outbreaks generally follow the same pattern: 


* 71 to 2 weeks (7 to 14 days) prior to Event: During the dress 
rehearsal period, cast members will begin to spontaneously 
deviate from the published text of the play. Rather than 
improvisation or gaffs associated with going ‘off script,’ said 


John heard the worst sound any human being had ever heard; a 
sneeze, coming from six inches behind his head. For a second John 
remembered an episode of Mythbusters he had seen before being 
arrested, before coming here, where they tested to see if someone 
could sneeze with his eyes open. He never saw the end. 


There was a sick, wet thud, a horrible ripping sound, and a scream 
that ended too quickly. “Fu-” John managed to get out. 


SCP-173 Addendum 1 

On //  ,SCP-173 appeared to multiply, producing two identical 
copies. Two D-class personnel were killed. It is unknown how this 
process occurred. Each instance of SCP-173, now labeled 
SCP-173-1 and SCP-173-2 is to be moved to individual cells each 
following original containment procedures. 


SCP-173 Addendum 2 

On // ,asecond multiplication event occurred. SCP-173-1 
through -4 are to be each contained as per original containment 
procedures. Objects reclassed as Keter. 


SCP-173 Addendum 3 

Security breach occurredon / / .Assuming a simple geometric 
progression, at least 61 copies of SCP-173 are as of now 
unaccounted for. It is unknown how they replicated so fast, or how 
they replicate at all. Video evidence of the containment breach 
shows multiple instances of SCP-173 working in unison across 
multiple cells to achieve the breach. Most of the instances still in 
captivity appear to have formed a 'rear guard’, blocking Foundation 
agents from pursuing other instances. It is theorized that SCP-173 
has a hive intelligence, where intelligence scales with number of 
nearby copies. See revised security procedures for containing 
SCP-173 copies. 


Revised Special Containment Procedures 

All copies of SCP-173 are to be contained in form-fitting metal 
containers and sent using SCP-__ to the now abandoned Foundation 
facility on the moon. They are to be fitted with tracking collars that 
will detect if any of them leave the moon. 


SCP-173 Addendum 4 

SCP-173 has caused a breach of secrecy for the SCP Foundation. 
Estimates at this time are roughly 500,000 civilian deaths across 
North America in the last 48 hours due to SCP-173, and hundreds of 
thousands of sightings and pieces of video evidence. Major 
television news programs have obtained video of SCP-173, and are 
providing instructions for avoiding instant death. Dr. Phillips 
Mathews Clef Gears Kondraki Bright is in charge of the containment. 


SCP-173 Addendum 5 

SCP-173 has besieged and destroyed 4 Foundation facilities near 
simultaneously in the last 24 hours. Each instance shows the 
characteristic strength exhibited in the original, and thousands 
working in unison are capable of ripping open concrete bunkers and 
compromising foot-thick steel doors. Research is ongoing to find a 
way to combat this threat. 


Personal Log of Dr. Bright 
Date: / / 


I've been killed thirty-seven times in the last week. They can smell 
me, somehow, regardless of what body I'm in. The majority decision 
of the remaining O5s is that this is an XK, and they're gonna deal 
with the problem, or the Russians are. They're evacuating this base, 
which means there won't be a single Foundation scientist anywhere 
in the New World. They say they're gonna try to evacuate the 
surviving civilians, but | doubt it. There can't be more than a couple 
hundred people in all of North America. 


The only good news is that about 150 of the bastards teamed up 
and ripped SCP-682 apart. Brought a smile to my face. 


Revised Special Containment Procedures 

Containment Zone X1, formerly North and South America, is to be 
denied access. Following saturation nuclear bombing on // , 
number of SCP-173 instances has been reduced. All available 
Foundation resources are to be redirected to monitoring the ocean, 
to ensure the integrity of Containment Zone X1. Foundation 
Adjuncts from national navies are to perform around the clock 
patrols and sonar sweeps. Detected instances are to be contained 
and removed to SCP- for transport to the lunar containment site. 


SCP-173 Addendum 6 
Verified sighting of SCP-173 in , Wales, The United Kingdom. 
Nuclear bombardment authorized and executed. No survivors. 


Remembrance 


Remembrance: 


* Prelude: First Bell 

¢ Part One 

¢ First Interlude: Old School 

¢ Part Two 

¢ Second Interlude: In Session 
¢ Part Three 

* Epilogue: Last Word 


Related Materials: 


* Class of '76 

* The 1976 Kirk Lonwood High School Marching 
Band 

* Summer of '76 


Prelude: First Bell 


« | HUB | Part One » 


June 


June 


Remembrance: Part One 


12th, 1976. 


Hi, my name's Lee. If you're reading this, it is very likely 
that | will be extraordinarily upset with you, because this 
is a personal journal | bought yesterday, at the new 
Montgomery Ward. Anyways, here's some stuff about 
me, since that seems to be what you're supposed to do 
when you use a journal. I'm 17 years old, and I'ma 
Senior attending KL High, where | do marching band 
stuff. | also collect coins, which is not too exciting to 
some people, but | like it. When | graduate, I'd like to do 
something in engineering, but if that doesn't pan out it 
might be nice to do something with mechanics 


School isn't really a huge thing. I've got band, and my 
friends. We mostly just mess around in the band room, 
practicing, going to other classes, then going back to 
band after class ends. It's actually pretty routine. The 
other band members aren't really interesting. Cindy's 
nice, but she doesn't really talk to me. Albert is the band 
leader, and he doesn't really do much other than boss us 
around when we bullshit him. 


13th, 1976 


Ugh, what a crummy day. There's a game coming up 
tomorrow to decide who gets to play in the county finals, 
so of course we got to march around, roasting in the sun 
as we do the same maneuvers over and over and over 
and over.... ugh. Went on forever. At least we had water, 
so nobody passed out from the heat this time. Abi's still 
pretty embarrassed about that one. 


The rest of the day was just as blugh. First period was 
just boring boring boring. Mr. Collins just kept talking 


about sports, which | guess is what happens when you 
put the football coach in charge of a math class. Daniel 
was just being an asshole, babbling on with him about it. 
It would've been nice to learn shit before | fail the next 
test, but whatever, guess I'll just flunk again. Damnit. | 
need this credit for the mechanics scholarship. 


| was talking to Cindy today, and she was really peeved 
that a bunch of afterschool stuff is getting cancelled. 
There's money issues or something. It's really a lame 
situation, I'm really upset about it too. If they cut the 
shop, I'd be out of luck. Just crossing my fingers that 
they can work something out. 


June 14th, 1976 


That game was a massacre. We crushed them!!! It 
started as a pretty close call, but by the second half we 
were basically untouchable. Coach was joking about how 
the uniforms were the key to the game. They're pretty 
cool looking, | guess. They bought them from a cheaper 
place this time, Synophone or something, but it turned 
out really awesome. Hope we get new uniforms for the 
finals. 


Crap. | just realized how much more band work I'm 
gonna have to do. 


June 15th, 1976 


Someone busted our front window today, while everyone 
was out of the house at school. | didn't get home until six 
or so, band practice, and | almost cut my foot on one of 
the more jagged pieces. 


Note to self: Double bag glass next time, glass cuts are 
not fun. 


June 17th, 1976 


Got to talk to Cindy today. My spit valve busted, and | 


June 


June 


June 


didn't have anything to practice with. She was really nice, 
talked almost the whole period and then some more 
afterschool. Should see if she'd be interested in hanging 
out sometime, maybe go into town or someplace like 
that. But first thing is to take care of getting the valve 
fixed ASAP. | should check on my savings jar... 


| just got back from going to the new music store 
downtown. Apparently it's from the same outfit that gave 
us the uniforms, and they're called Syncope Symphony. 
It's a really excellent store, they've got tons of stuff for 
such a small place. | even got a big discount for being a 
student at Kirk Lonwood. Definitely going back soon, if | 
can. Just have to close my eyes and follow the beat. | 
also hit up the coin shop, but there wasn't much of 
interest, and the good stuff costs too much. 


18th, 1976 


Went to do a babysitting job today, for one of Dad's 
friends. I'm usually not a guy who likes kids, but they 
were alright. They were old enough that | didn't have to 
change diapers or anything, and they were nice enough. 
We pretty much just watched TV the whole time | was 
over there. Parents gave me thirty bucks, which I'm 
gonna spend on some coins | saw. 


Oh, just remembered what we were watching. It was that 
old batman TV show. Nananananana... 


20th, 1976 


Cindy and | were talking again today, about the clubs 
and stuff. | told her that if she was gonna be bored from 
missing her clubs, we could hang out or whatever. | 
really do enjoy talking to her, we've got a good rhythm, 
talking words together and coming out harmoniously. We 
decided to hit up the Renmar theater, to see some 
movie. | don't even remember which one we picked out. 


22nd, 1976 


| just remembered something from the other day. A lot of 
the stuff in town was closing up. There was that Synoco 
store, but the grocer, barber, and a bunch of other places 
just looked abandoned. | stopped at Synoco to get 
something for Cindy's birthday. 


The store was still nice, but it had different people 
working there. Not that they'd say that, according to them 
they're working "with" the store. They were just really 
strange, beyond that. | saw one guy mop the same spot 
of floor for the entire two hours that | was shopping. He 
just whistled the same ten second tune over and over. 
Was a nice tune, so it didn't bug me, but it was weird. 


Catchy too. 


June 25th, 1976 


June 


Went to the counselor to talk about career options. There 
wasn't a lot to go on locally, but up in Reskin they have a 
college with a pretty good mechanical engineering 
program. It'll cost a pretty penny... might need to dip into 
my savings again. | really don't want to have to sell any 
of my coins, but if it comes down to college or coins, I'm 
going to have no other option. 


29th, 1976 


Been busting my ass with practice. We've been going out 
everyday to try and get ready for the big game. Of 
course, Collins picks the hardest and most retardedly 
ass-backwards routine he can think of, and expects us to 
have it perfect in four weeks. We're starting some more 
intense training this week, which is gonna be miserable. 
If we weren't already in "intense" training, | really don't 
want to see what is. 


| placed an ad in the paper for some of my coins today. | 
tried to pick the ones | could part with and still had value. 
Haven't got any calls yet, but it might've come in while | 
was out. We really need an answering machine. 


June 30th, 1976 


As part of the new training schedule, we've been given 
some vitamin pills or something to keep us up during 
practice. They're little chiclet pills, don't even need any 
water to swallow 'em. Take two in the morning and one 
in the evening. 


Those glass shard cuts still aren't all the way healed. 
Damn. 


July 3rd, 1976 


Sold the coins today. The clinking and the clanking as | 
handed them over was really nice. Made me think of 

pennies on a drum. The money's gone to the saving Jar, 
and I'll talk to a counselor after we finish up the season. 


July 6th, 1976 


Training has started. We're doing excellent work 
together, stepping in beat with our sound and in 
synchrony with the metronome. Just march to the beat, 
Cindy and Randy and Greg around me, we march in 
solidarity, together unified with the miracle of sound. 


Someone has to keep the beat to the world. We're giving 
them the greatest show they've ever seen, this game will 
be more memorable for the halftime band than the 
players. 


July 9th, 1976 


The radio was really good today. The sound slithered 
through the holes in the fiber cloth, curling arround the 
wooden frame and emanating itself to me. We listened 
for almost all of yesterday and the day before, and | 
didn't even notice. Time sure flies by when you listen to 
it. 


July 11th, 1976 


deviations will be both orderly and consistent, as if the actors 
were working off a new version of the script. The cast and 
production crew will seem unaware of any change, and - if it is 
brought to their attention - will state that the play has run that 
way from the beginning.