Was talking to Clayton$ this morning, and 
apparently there hasn't been a single reported 
crime in the week since | became Mayor. It 
would probably be a little egotistical to think 
that's due to my influence, but it's a nice 
thought. 


We've begun work on a plan that will ensure 
every unemployed person in town will get a job 
in the mills once they reopen, which should be 
in a few of weeks. There should be more than 
enough jobs available for everyone, and once 
everyone is back at work we can start looking 
at the local economy. Maybe people will start 
Opening new business on the high street 
again! 


Something... strange happened today. A 
couple of days ago we passed a bill mandating 
the repair of the flood banks on the river. Since 
they broke and flooded half the town a couple 
of years ago, it's been a huge worry every rain 
season, and it seemed like a trivial task to 


SCP-385: Personal Anti-Gravity Field Generator 


Item #: SCP-385 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-385 is locked within a 
standard fireproof container at Storage Site-23. Experimentation 
with SCP-385 requires written approval from any Level 4 researcher. 
After the incident outlined in Report 385-c all further testing must 
take place in a facility located within five degrees of either of the 
Earth's poles. 


Description: SCP-385 is a waist-mounted harness crafted from 
heavily antiqued leather and brass. A curled electrical cord connects 
a hand-held push button switch to the mechanism mounted on the 
front of the harness, which itself contains a superfluous set of 
interlocking gears and colored LED light bulbs. The harness has 
sustained significant impact damage. A damaged engraving on the 
front of the mechanism reads "Special Edition! 3 of [ILLEGIBLE]" 
and "[ILLEGIBLE] by The Factory." 


Also retrieved with SCP-385 were a cardboard storage box and 
instruction manual. Both the box and manual feature a retro art style 
reminiscent of 1950's science fiction pulp illustrations. The manual 
describes the harness as a "Personal Anti-Gravity Field Generator" 
and contains simple illustrations in the "proper" use of the device. 


When operated according to instructions, SCP-385 does create an 
energy field that counteracts the influence of outside gravitational 
forces upon the device and an individual wearing or holding it, as 
well as neutralizing their inertia. Measurements of velocity and 
direction with high-speed video cameras tentatively indicate that 
inertia is neutralized relative to the Sun as the inertial frame of 
reference. Research to duplicate this effect is ongoing, but the 
mechanical components of the device appear to be non-functional. 
The harness will still produce the anti-gravity effect even when all 


relieve the constant stress people living near 
the river were suffering. | went down with a 
couple of construction contractors this morning 
to assess the work requirement, and the bank 
was as good as new. No sign it was ever 
damaged at all. It would have been weeks of 
work, no way it could have been done 
quietly... and yet there it is. Sturdy as the day 
it was made. 


Clayton says there still haven't been any 
crimes, either. Nearly 3 weeks. I'm not 
complaining, most Mayors would kill to get 
zero crime, but it is weird... not so much as a 
parking ticket or speeding penalty. Apparently 
his officers are just sitting on their hands all 
day. 


Damien4 came back to town today. | guess he 
tracked me down because | almost walked 
right into him in the middle of town. | thought 
he was going to do something stupid... he 
looked like he was reaching into his coat for 
something, had an angry look on his face, but 
then he just froze. Started looking real 
confused. Stood there like that for nearly a 
minute, me and him staring at each other. 
Then he just turned around and left. 


| had Clayton pay him a visit at his motel room, 
and he apparently had a gun right there on the 
table, door wide open. Didn't even make a 
move for it when Clayton drew his own gun 
and arrested him. Violation of parole and all 
that - | suspect he's on his way back to 
Nebraska State even as | write this. There is 
definitely something strange going on here. 


| tested something yesterday. Passed a law 
mandating that all road damage should be 
immediately repaired, something simple that 


no one would object to. Easy enough to justify, 
what with the increased traffic the mills will 
bring in. 


There has been a pothole in the road outside 
my house for 15 years. | watched it all night 
until after midnight. Woke up before dawn, and 
the pothole was gone. Just gone, like it was 
never there. | checked the logs just in case, 
but there's no record of any maintenance 
crews even getting started yet. All of the roads 
seem in better shape too, not just the one 
outside my house. Tiny cracks, potholes, even 
tire marks. All gone. 


The laws in Cullen cannot be broken. | feel like 
I'm going nuts just writing it but I'm sure of it 
now. | tried speeding on the way to the town 
hall today, put my foot down as hard as | 
could. It stopped right at the point where the 
car hits 30, and didn't go even a fraction over. 
No matter how hard | tried, | couldn't get my 
foot to press down any harder. It was... 
unnerving. Like some force was preventing me 
from moving, like | couldn't control my own 
body. I've never felt such an awful sensation in 
my life. 


The more | think about it, the more | think 
the... situation here could be incredibly 
beneficial for Cullen. Something clearly 
unnatural is happening, and I'd be lying if | 
said that didn't make me a little nervous, but 
the possibilities! A town with no crime. A town 
where issues can be fixed instantly. The good 
we could do with such a gift! 


Oh, the mill deal went through. The mills are 
already beginning to re-open and the 
paperwork to make sure everyone has a job 
has gone through. This will be a great new 


start for Cullen! 


It's been a hectic few weeks. Other people 
have started noticing the... weirdness here, 
which is partially my fault. There were some 
logistical issues with the mills, none of the 
supplies or materials were delivered and have 
been held up for weeks. Stuck on a boat in the 
middle of the pacific or something. But every 
single person who would have been working at 
the mills turned up anyway. The story was the 
same from all of them, they felt like they had to 
be at the mill, even though there was nothing 
to do, and couldn't leave until the end of their 
shifts, no matter how hard they tried. 


It came up in a town meeting. Kate Massey 
brought it up, seemed hesitant at first, like 
everyone would think she was nuts. But as 
soon as she started talking, others starting 
chiming in. The same mill story, or about how 
they've been unable to speed in their cars or 
even swear in public. People started to panic, 
but | managed to reassure them that there was 
nothing to worry about and that we were 
looking into it. Truth is though, even if we 
were, | wouldn't know where to start. 


There was an... incident. Simon Sackwell 
came at me in the street while | was talking 
with Clayton about the situation. Started 
hurling abuse at me, said this weirdness was 
all my fault and that I'd damn us all in the eyes 
of god or some such nonsense. Reached into 
his pocket, clearly about to pull a gun, | could 
see the handle. Clayton obviously could too; 
he shot Sackwell where he stood, right in the 
chest. He just reacted, even though Sackwell 
could never have actually used his gun. | 
guess the same isn't true of police officers. 


What a waste. 


I've declared a State of Emergency. It might 
panic people more, but it gives me some 
interesting legislative power, which I've used to 
ban firearms within the town. That'll probably 
rile up the gun-nuts, but they'll see its for the 
best eventually. We won't have a repeat of 
this. 


People started leaving. | wish | could say | 
didn't blame them, but whatever happened to 
civic pride, loyalty to your home? Do they not 
realise the things we could do with this... 
whatever it is!? Over 500 people left in a week. 
| had to pass a law stopping anyone else from 
going, so now no one is allowed to leave the 
town. Cullen will be restored, dammit, and | 
won't let any narrow-minded fear get in the 
way of that. 


Mallings® came to me today and told me 
people had been whispering about going to the 
press, or the feds or whoever else. At least | 
still have some friends left in town. 


| should have thought about it sooner, it's 
unlikely that someone hasn't blabbed about 
what's going on here to someone outside. 
Don't they realise what would happen if the 
government or the press got involved here? 
They'd turn Cullen into a circus! I've 
temporarily banned the use of phones and the 
internet until | can get a handle on things here. 
I'll find a way to set things right, reverse all 
these emergency laws and then Cullen will be 
better than ever. 


A group of military looking people in black 
trucks came into town today. Started asking a 
bunch of questions. They're going to try and 


cause trouble, | can sense it. Can't imagine 
there's much they can do though. The law is 
the law after all, and all men must follow it. I've 
asked John to keep an eye on them for me. 


Since the phones were shut down, | stopped 
receiving updates on the mill deliveries. 
Should have thought about that. | passed a 
law yesterday that simply read "the mills shall 
have the materials they need." Today, every 
one of them was fully stocked, as if out of 
nowhere. The people have been turning up to 
work there for weeks now, so at least they will 
have something to do. Hopefully this will begin 
to turn things around. 


John said those military folks were at the edge 
of town today, talking to someone on their 
radios! Goddamn interfering sons of bitches! 
I've passed a law banning anyone from talking 
to people on the outside at all, so hopefully 
that will solve that issue. 


The mills seem to be working. It might be my 
imagination, but people seem happier. 
Apparently everything they make is getting 
shipped somewhere, though no one knows 
where or how. But there's always plenty of raw 
material for them to work with. Few more 
weeks of this and things might be able to get 
back to normal around here. 


Had a meeting with that military lot today. I'll 
have to have a word with Sandra about why 
she booked that in. Anyway they came in here 
and started demanding information about all 
sorts of things, like they had any kind of 
authority in this town. | told them they should 
have just left well enough alone and minded 
their own business. They looked at me like | 
was nuts! 


The conversation was a bit more cordial after 
that, though nothing really came of it. They are 
going to keep interfering, | can feel it. | told 
them I'll think about what they've said - and | 
will, I'm not an unreasonable man! But I've 
been given a unique chance to make 
something of this town, and | won't have it 
wasted by small-minded military men. 


| agreed to a short meeting with them again 
tomorrow. Give everyone time to process the 
others views and all that. Maybe I'll be able to 
bring them around, but | doubt it. 


As | expected, the second meeting with that 
Sorsby fellow went nowhere. He demanded 
that | reverse all these laws and let the people 
abandon the town, | told him | would do no 
such thing. | won't be pushed around by meat- 
headed military fools. He flat out said he's 
going to be a problem. Judging by the look on 
his face, | think he would have shot me right 
there and then if he was able. 


I'll have to think of a solution. Obviously | can't 
just leave them running around town doing 
whatever they want, who knows what trouble 
they could cause. Why can't they just mind 
their own business! 


That bastard Sorsby and his friends nearly 
started a riot today! Riling people up, some 
nonsense about human rights and votes of no 
confidence! Don't these people realise I'm 
trying to do what's best for them! How can they 
all be so blind! 


Well, I'm going to put an end to this once and 
for all. First I'll get rid of these interlopers. and 
then I'll see what | can do about this talk of 
rebellion. Cullen is a good town, dammit, and | 


won't have it ruined by the ungrateful attitude 
of people afraid of a hard day's work! 


Analysis shows that, almost immediately following the 
final entry in the journal, a new entry was added to the 
recovered documentation regarding newly passed laws. 
The final law mandated that all military personnel leave 
the town immediately. 


The prevailing theory is that due to this final law directly 
contradicting the previous law regarding the ability for 
people to leave town, the end result was a reality failure 
or restructuring event, resulting in the loss of the town 
and its inhabitants, and the neutralisation of SCP-3088. 
Why Mayor Ronson's house and its contents remained is 
unknown. MTF Sigma-9 has officially been declared lost. 


Footnotes 

1. Containment area was determined through the use of remote 
drones to prevent accidental crossing of the perimeter. 

2. Elizabeth Mancha, Site Director of Site-189, the closest 
Foundation facility to Cullen. 

3. Presumably Clayton Woodrow, the sheriff of Cullen. 

4. The only existing record of anyone in Cullen by the name of 
Damien is Damien Waltz, arrested four times for violent assault, 
including one count against Mayor Thomas Ronson, for which he 
was imprisoned two years prior. 

5. Presumably John Mallings, who records show managed Ronson's 
mayoral campaign. 


SCP-3089: That Old Time Religion 


Item #: SCP-3089 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation-operated bot (I/ 
O-SILVER) is to monitor online communities for markers associated 
with SCP-3089. Should a community infected with SCP-3089 be 
identified, a joint operation involving MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers"), 
MTF Nu-13 ("Rasczak's Roughnecks"), and MTF Gamma-5 ("Red 
Herrings") is to be conducted to contain all members of this 
community and remove all evidence of its existence from the public 
record. 


Prior to shedding their epidermis, SCP-3089-A instances are to be 
confined to standard human containment cells. Instances in Stage II 
are to be remotely monitored by Foundation medical staff on a 48- 
hour cycle to monitor their progression. 


Stage Ill instances are to be transferred to HTH containment cells!. 


Description: SCP-3089 is a phenomenon that emerges among 
communities focused on developing methods to acquire physical, 
financial, and social prosperity. Although its precise pathology is not 
yet understood, affected communities are identified by several 
markers — the most prominent of which is a fixation on achieving 
material success via the application of rituals associated with the 
Cétlaidi, or "Singers" (a Druidic cult active in lreland between the 
15th and 19th centuries). 


SCP-3089-A instances are members of an affected community 
afflicted with SCP-3089-B — a form of chimerism incorporating 
exogenous genetic material from the Cicadetta montana, or New 
Forest cicada. SCP-3089-B emerges in accordance to the following 
progression: 


¢ Stage I: Chrysalis. The instance enters a state of severely 
depressed metabolism, brain activity, heart-rate, and body 
temperature. Over a period of 3-6 hours, the instance's 
epidermis hardens into a dense, brittle shell. 


¢ Stage Il: Metamorphosis. Numerous small internal teratomas 
manifest within the instance. Over a period of 2-3 weeks, 
these tumors expand and dissolve surrounding soft tissue, 
replacing all functionality.