"Indeed," Mause said. "Alces alces. And they're not the only thing 
our green friend has been eating. I've found at least three different 
species of squirrel. And what's probably a squirrel. But most of the 
bones are Alces alces." 


Drake leaned back in his chair, propped his legs up on the desk in 
front of him. "What's an Alces alces?" 


She rolled her eyes in advance. "One of the cervids, a capreoline. 


Known in North America, of course, as... the moose." 
Drake sniggered. "Moose, eh?" Then sniggered again. "Moose." 


Mause's eyes flicked to Rose and Walker. They wore identical 
expressions of barely repressed fury. Mause, for her part, only felt 
mild annoyance. Most people knew better than to make that joke in 
front of Rose and Walker, but Mause heard the joke about every 
other day. She'd long gotten over cursing Fate for the timing of her 
transfer to the Special Reconnaissance-and-Research Task Force 
M-Omega-773 - or, as it was now so wittily referred to by other 
members of the Foundation, "the Deadly Moose team". 


She'd been dumped from Research Team MO8-Gloria with 
everyone else when the Od5s decided they didn't want anyone else 
poking at 003 and landed her directly in M-Omega-773 just in time 
for the disaster in which she - and every other member of the team - 
had stumbled through the corridors of Site 19 crazily warning 
everyone they came in to "beware the deadly moose". She herself 
had set up shop in the cafeteria with a shotgun for two hours before 
security tranquilized her and strapped her to a bed until the effects 
passed. 


Memetics. She hated memetics. 


"Yes," she said. "Alaskan moose, actually. A. a. gigas. Which fits 
with where we picked it up. Naturally." 


"No Bigfoot bones in there?" 


"No." She glared at her monitor. "We're not so sure that this thing 
has any connection to 1000 after all, I'm sorry to say." 


Drake looked at the video monitor. "But just look at it. It looks like a 
big green ape." 


"SCP-1000 instances are brown, black, red, and white in color," 
Mause said. "They don't come in green." 


"Still," Drake said. "My gut tells me there's some connection. Keep 
looking." 


okay? Her or me, right? 


Dr. Rensburg: And the others? Were they all self- 
defense too? 


Guard: Uh, sir? 


D-45951: Well, |... | mean... look, they were witnesses, 
and... | mean, they coulda... | mean... | thought they 
coulda... I, |... look, it was... I... | mean... no, you know 


what? No. No they fucking weren't self-defense. | didn't 
think | had to kill ‘em, | didn't think | had no fucking 
choice, | killed 'em because | wanted to. Because | 
wanted them to be dead, because | like killing. Because | 
like the way it makes me feel. Because it means | have 
power. That honest enough for you, you big stone fuck? 


At this point, SCP-645 forcibly ejected D-45951's hand 
from its mouth; high-speed cameras show that its lips 
manifested, and then contorted, apparently spitting the 
hand out; the lips had completely de-manifested within 
0.2 seconds. 


D-45951: What the fuck? 


Dr. Long: Did you take your hand out? Put your hand 
back in! Guard, put his hand back in! 


D-45951: No, | — 


Guard: | can't — it won't go in! It's not accepting his 
hand, sir. It's blocking him. 


Dr. Rensburg: What? 


(Subsequent examination revealed that, although Dr. 
Rensburg, Dr. Long, and Guard Dickinson were each 
able to insert a hand into SCP-645's mouth, D-45951 
was not. Experiment was aborted.) 


Dr. Rensburg: Get him out of here; we'll have to 
requisition another D-class. 


Mause stifled her sigh. Technically, Drake did outrank her. Being on 
the Deadly Moose team meant you got ridiculously high clearance to 
a few fairly important SCPs, but outside of those small spheres you 
were left at basic level 1 access. And the respect that went with that. 
It didn't help that most of the team's assignments sounded inherently 
mockable. ‘The Bloodstone.’ (Also known as the bad-trip ruby, even 
though it wasn't actually a ruby.) The glorified mechanical people- 
eating fishing worms. Organic motherboard. ('So can 003 run 
Crysis?' Jesus, you'd think these people never grew out of the 90's.) 
Bigfoot, for chrissake. And, of course, the goddamn moose... thing. 


And now, the weird thing pacing about in the temporary containment 
cell on the monitor, provisionally classified as Anomalous Humanoid 
TXCD-R. 


The thing whose vomit she was analyzing for the last half hour. 
TXCD-R was picked up in Alaska only days ago, and had 
slaughtered half the task force sent to capture it before suddenly 
going docile and allowing the rattled survivors to bind it in a net and 
transport it to Site 17's temporary containment auxiliary facility. 


It really was beautiful vomit, full of living things she'd never seen, in 
a rainbow array of colors. Even TXCD-R was beautiful in its own 
way. She watched it pace, a hulking seven-foot-tall thing shaped 
vaguely like an ape, covered in what might be a living growth of 
moss, wide teeth like spades sticking out of its mouth like reversed 
elephant tusks. The "moss" was growing so fast you could actually 
see it move if you had the patience. Tiny glittering eyes peered out 
from under the moss curtains - not just from its "head", either. Tiny 
auxiliary limbs moved and twitched, peeking out now and then to 
groom the ever-growing moss. 


As she watched, TXCD-R bent double and vomited for the ninth time 
that day. 


"Again?" Mause scratched her head. "It's vomited up almost the 
entire bodies of everything it's eaten so far. And judging by the 
bones | see, that would be the last of its meals for the past week." 
She looked at the screen again. "It's not digesting anything. None of 
the things in here have been broken down like you'd expect if they'd 
been in stomach acid for hours. They have signs of chewing, and 


not much else. Is it sick or something?" 
"I'm telling you," Drake said. "It's got Bigfoot's fingerprints all over it.” 


“Tomorrow,” Mause said. She pushed back her chair. "I'll look more 
tomorrow." 


Excerpt from Video Log, Observation Camera 6320945 
(Temporary Containment Chamber for Anomalous Humanoid 
TXCD-R): 


0700: TXCD-R continues to pace back and forth across 
chamber. 


0756: TXCD-R abruptly ceases pacing and stands 
perfectly still until 0811. 


0811: Power fluctuation related to explosive event at 
main Site-17. TXCD-R begins to repeatedly charge the 
walls of its containment chamber. Local alarms set off. 


0813: Agent C. Rose and Agent |. Walker open 
containment chamber left and right ports and shoot 
TXCD-R repeatedly with tranquilizer darts. TXCD-R does 
not react to shots except to charge containment chamber 
ports. 


0815: Agents Rose and Walker cease attempting to 
shoot TXCD-R. TXCD-R continues to charge walls of its 
containment chamber. 


0827: External power lost. Switching to emergency 
power. TXCD-R continues to charge walls of its 
containment chamber. 


Mause stumbled into the main observation chamber, eyes bleary. 
Rose and Walker were waiting for her. 


"Wazz going on?" she managed. 


"Containment breach at Site 17. Unknown insurgent forces. 
Tempest Night scenario. Assistant Adams currently coordinating 
personnel," Rose said. 


"No breaches on this Auxuliary Site. Yet," Walker added. "TXCD-R 
is going to breach the walls of its containment chamber in 
approximately ten minutes." 


"Where's Dr. Drake?" 

"Gone to help with the Tempest Night scenario," Rose said. 
"Insurgents," Mause said. "Tempest Night? How long?" 

"Three hours and eleven minutes,” Rose said. 

"Three hours? Why didn't you wake me?" 

"Sufficient sleep is required for optimal bodily function," Rose said. 


"Besides," Walker said. "There's nothing any of us can do. We are 
not equipped to stop TXCD-R from breaching containment. We are 
under orders to remain here as long as TXCD-R does. On event of 
TXCD-R's escape, we will attempt to stop it. When we fail, we will 
track it." 


"So you see," Rose said, "there is nothing to be concerned about, 
for the next nine minutes, until TXCD-R breaches containment. And 
sleep is very important." 


Mause shook her head and watched Anomalous Humanoid TXCD-R 
hurl itself at the wall of its containment chamber. And again. And 
then again. 


"For now, though," Rose added, "you should put on body armor. In 
case it's hungry." 


Excerpt from Video Log, Observation Camera 6320945 
(Temporary Containment Chamber for Anomalous Humanoid 
TXCD-R) and Observation Camera 6327641 (Temporary 
Containment Facility 17-K, Exterior): 


1132: TXCD-R breaches containment chamber. 


1134: TXCD-R exits Temporary Containment Facility 17- 
K and heads in the direction of Site-17. 


1135: TXCD-R confronted by Agent Charles Rose and 
Agent lola Walker, armed with S2-05 shotguns. Agents 
fire on TXCD-R repeatedly without effect. TXCD-R 
temporarily incapacitates Agent Rose and Agent Walker 
via physical impact. 


1136: TXCD-R continues heading towards Site-17. 


1140: Dr. Lesley Mause exits Temporary Containment 
Facility 17-K, rouses agents Rose and Walker. Mause, 
Rose, and Walker enter nearby vehicle and drive after 
TXCD-R. 


They'd followed TXCD-R nearly all the way to Site-17. Smoke rose 
from several of the central buildings. TXCD-R was stopped in the 
middle of the road, just in front of one of the Site-17 buildings, the 
side completely blown out by some explosion. Screams drifted out 
from inside. 


Walker stopped the car a respectful distance from the creature. 
TXCD-R kneeled in the road, and seemed to be pantomiming 
something. 


"What's it doing?" Mause asked. 
"It's eating,” Rose said. 


Mause stared at the pale green creature. It did seem to be eating 
something, except... its jaws were closing on nothing, its hands 
holding something up to its mouth that wasn't there. 


"What is it eating?" she asked. 
"An instance of SCP-870," Rose said. 


"The monster that only schizophrenics can see?" 


"The same." 
"How can you tell?" 
Rose shrugged. 


TXCD-R jerked its head up. Blinking eyes became visible 
everywhere underneath the curtains of moss that covered its body. 


Then it bounded off. Through the blasted wall, leaping over rubble, 
and into the Site-17 building. 


"Great," Mause said. "Just great. Where's it going now?" 


"Isn't it obvious?" Rose said. "It's hungry." 


Audio/Visual transcript of SCP-472 containment chamber 


1149: Anomalous Humanoid TXCD-R breaches 
containment chamber. TXCD-R does not appear to 
experience any effects from SCP-472. TXCD-R briefly 
examines SCP-472 and removes it from its pedestal. 


1150: TXCD-R appears to claw the air while holding 
SCP-472. At the end of its claws, red flesh appears, 
spurting blood, apparently extruding from midair. TXCD- 
R bites down on the piece of flesh and pulls. More flesh 
appears, with an accompanying tearing sound, 
splattering blood on the walls of the containment 
chamber. 


Mause was standing in the brand new, still smoking entrance of 
Site-17 when she heard the scream. A long, low, inhuman shriek 
that rose and fell for what seemed like an eternity. 


"Jesus," she said. "What was that?" 


She could hear her heart beating - boom-boom, boom-boom - much 
too loudly, inside her head - 


Mause looked at Rose and Walker for confirmation. She could tell by 
the looks on their faces that they were thinking the same thing. 


"SCP-472 is screaming," she said. 


Audio/Visual transcript of SCP-472 containment chamber 


1151: TXCD-R pulls and rips with its claws and teeth 
until a two meter length of flesh comes into appearance, 
detaches from its [still invisible] source, and drops to the 
ground. The flesh appears to be a collection of organs, 
including three still-beating hearts. 


1152: TXCD-R exits containment chamber, dragging the 
length of flesh behind it, still holding SCP-472. It tears off 
a chunk from the length of flesh and consumes it as it 
exits the chamber. 


Transcript of Video Surveillance Recording 
Location: Checkpoint Camera, Service Entrance H-01 


1158: TXCD-R passes camera, still carrying SCP-472. 
Length of flesh no longer visible. It is confronted by the 
service entrance by Dr. Carl Drake. Dr. Drake shouts a 
challenge to TXCD-R, telling it that it "shall not pass". Dr. 
Drake elaborates that he is in possession of an SCP 
item. He produces a small gold circlet later identified as 
Anomalous Item 56428609 [previously categorized by 
Dr. Drake, not known to have any special effect beyond 
unusual chemical makeup]. Dr. Drake places the circlet 
on his head while shouting "Crown of Thorns, activate!" 
Anomalous Item 56428609 emits a nimbus of glowing 
light. 


1159: TXCD-R removes the top of Dr. Drake's head via 
aggressive mastication. TXCD-R consumes both the top 
of Dr. Drake's head and Anomalous Item 56428609. 
TXCD-R exits through the open service entrance. 


1200: No further activity. 


"It's eating SCPs," Rose said, as a group of other agents carried 
away Dr. Drake's body. "That's why it killed an instance of SCP-870. 
And took SCP-472. It's a food source." 


"Quite a theory," Mause said. "Maybe that's why it vomited 
everything it ate... Maybe it wasn't built to be eating ... uh, natural 
things, for lack of a better word. Of course, why would it be able to 
keep down SCP items? It's not like 472 and 870 have anything in 
common. Or that anomalous item. Natural things have much more in 
common than anomalous things. How could something evolve to eat 
anomalous items?" 


"Maybe it didn't evolve," Walker said. "Maybe it was created." 
Mause shrugged. "| guess we won't know until we get it back." 


"Then let's get started," Rose said. 


Game Day, Phase 2: Contain 


Act 2: This act takes place over an indefinite period of time following 
the events of Act 1 - somewhere around three to six months, give or 
take as needed for the purposes of story. 


The situation is grim: a major attack on a Foundation Site by a 
previously unknown force has caused a major containment breach. 
Dozens, if not hundreds, of SCP artifacts have been released. Other 
occult organizations, upon seeing these events, are moving in. And 
to make matters worse, a few of the SCPs in question have their 
own agendas as well... 


The theme for Phase 2 is CONTAIN. As opposed to Phase 1, which 
was about securing the Foundation from an attack, Phase 2 is 
focused on SCPs in the wild. A few story ideas: 


¢ MTFs capturing escaped SCPs. 

« Agents investigating the group that attacked the Foundation 
and who was supporting them. 

¢ SCPs fiendishly plotting to stay away from the Foundation and 
carry out their own evil plots. 

¢ Members of other organizations coming into conflict. 

¢ Repercussions of the worst attack on the Foundation in known 
recorded history. 


Drawing from the lessons of Act 1, Act 2 will be more tightly 
organized than Act 1 was. Instead of a single long storyline that 
anyone can edit, Act 2 will be divided up into several self-contained 
short stories. This should keep things more easily readable, as well 
as allowing for individual short stories as well as collaborations. 
Also, it should allow for more freedom in how stories get written, as 
opposed to being limited to the logs and transcripts format. 


This page here will serve as an index and reference for the Phase 2 
storyline, including a rough timeline and index by storyline. 


Finally: there is no "approved writers" list for Game Day Phase 2. 
Anyone and everyone should feel free to contribute to this as a 
writer: however, the normal rules for story deletion (deleted at -10 
votes) still apply. 


We now have a chatroom: #scpgameday on SynIRC 


TIMELINE OF EVENTS 


(Feel free to edit this as individual short stories get written).