When SCP-3306 was first discovered, it bore no horses, and 50 
persons of interest (8306-POIl, sub-designated 01 through 50) were 
found aboard its rotating platform. 3306-POI are unable to deboard 
the platform; likewise, all attempts to board the platform or physically 
interact with 3306-POI subjects in any way have failed. Despite their 
lack of access to food and water, 3306-POI apparently remain in 
perfect health and do not seem to age. 


3306-POI subjects claim to have been normal individuals with no 
connection to anomalous phenomena prior to waking up aboard 
SCP-3306. As far as Foundation investigators have been able to 
ascertain, these claims appear to be genuine. 


Every year on the 17th of February, SCP-3306 will play a recording 
of a heavily-distorted voice instructing 3306-POI subjects to vote for 
who they believe to be "the imposter". The subject who receives the 
most votes by midnight will instantly disappear, and a new horse will 
simultaneously manifest on SCP-3306's sweeps. Following this, 
another message is played stating that subjects have chosen 
incorrectly. Foundation personnel may refer to this day as an lllions 
Event. 


Currently, only six 3306-POI subjects remain. The alleged identities 
of these individuals are as follows: 


* 3306-POI-04: Luke Hughes, age 25 prior to appearing aboard 
SCP-3306. Previously employed by the Oklahoma Tax 
Commission as a call center worker. Rarely participates in 
conversations with other subjects, but frequently requests the 
company of Foundation personnel. 


3306-POI-11: Ronell Ashcombe, age 73 prior to appearing 
aboard SCP-3306. Veteran of the United States Marine Corps 
and widower to the late Lydia Ashcombe, who died several 


SCP-424: Nanomimes 


Item #: SCP-424 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-424 have 
been relegated to the laboratory of Dr. , to be administered to 
by researchers Dr. Tidbury and Dr. Herman. The central contingent 
mass is allowed free run of personnel levels 2, 3, and 4 of 
Sector-28, as it has demonstrated an acceptable level of 
personableness, as well as basic understanding of the concepts of 
privacy and personal space. There are, however, isolated incidents 
in which these courtesies have not been observed by SCP-424, 
though not in such frequency as to merit additional containment 
procedures. Complaints are available to Level 3 Human Resource 
staff in Personnel Archive C-424. 


Supplemental: Personnel are advised not to take violent action 
against SCP-424, due to the nature of its behaviour. If it becomes an 
annoyance, simply ask it to leave. If it refuses, file a complaint and 
report to one of my assistants. Thank you. 


-Dr. 


Description: SCP-424 was discovered accidentally in early 2004 at 
a gas station in Campbell River, British Columbia. Documentation of 
discovery and capture can be found in Log #424-B, Files 424-1~10. 
SCP-424, at rest, appears to be a smooth, gelatinous mass, with 
equal black-and-white colouration. No patterns are observed to form 
on its surface while in this resting position, though the shades 
constantly shift position. In actuality, SCP-424 is a vast collection of 
microscopic organisms. Whether they function as a group, or by a 
single (or multiple) consciousness(es) is unknown, as samples taken 
display behaviour similar, yet independent, to that of the main mass. 
Origin of pigmentation is currently under investigation, but not 
prioritised under main research staff. 


years after her husband's disappearance. Professes a 
disbelief in the existence of "the imposter" and typically 
abstains from annual voting unless required to in the event of 
a tie. 


3306-POI-17: Lori-May Simmons, age 11 prior to appearing 
aboard SCP-3306. Born in Amarillo, Texas to then-married 
Cheryl Howser and Billy Simmons. Dedicates much of her 
time to determining the identity of "the imposter" in hopes that 
she may be released from SCP-3306 while her parents are 
still living. Has maintained an alliance with 3306-POI-28 for 
the past seven Illions Events. 


3306-POI-28: Jeannie Kirkwood, age 43 prior to appearing 
aboard SCP-3306. Previously a creative director ata 
California-based advertising firm. Claims to know the identity 
of "the imposter" but refuses to explain its reasoning to 
anyone other than 3306-POI-17. 


3306-POI-30: Craig Dalton, age 28 prior to appearing aboard 
SCP-3306. No prior employment. Frequently attempts to aid 
Foundation personnel in maintaining morale among 3306-POI 
subjects, with varying degrees of success. 


3306-POI-33: Shelley Long, age 32 prior to appearing aboard 
SCP-3306. Previously a single mother from Abbotsford, British 
Columbia. Displayed strong maternal affection toward 3306- 
POI-17 during the early years of their captivity; the two remain 
amiable but view each other with suspicion. 


The assertion that there is an imposter among 3306-POI has neither 
been 


confirmed nor refuted. 


Addendum: The following files contain the most recent interviews 
with remaining the 3306-POI subjects. 


> 3306-POI-04 


[Begin Log] 


Dr. Ricks: Good morning, Luke. How are you 
doing today? 


Hughes: Fine, though Dalton's been even 
more desperately manic than usual lately. | 
think he assumes we're going to vote him out 
next. 


Dr. Ricks: Do you agree with that 
assumption? 


Hughes: Sort of. We have a history of voting 
out people simply 'cause we don't want them 
around for another year, and | think we're all 
pretty sick of Dalton's forced optimism at this 
point—the old man especially. But with only six 
people left, | think folks are really determined 
to make their vote count, you know? 


Dr. Ricks: Yes, that's understandable. 


Hughes: Right now I'm thinking it's Long. 
Every year she's been increasingly 
noncommittal when it comes to voting. 
Shouldn't she be more invested as time goes 
on? It's just weird. | think Long wants to vote 
for Kirkwood, but Dalton's more scared of 
Simmons, so Long may jump ship just so 
there's a majority. The old man doesn't care so 
he'll probably just go for Dalton. Kirkwood and 
Simmons, well, who knows with those two? 


Dr. Ricks: | see. Now, you've struggled with 
feelings of hopelessness in the past. With 
numbers so low, have you started to consider 
the possibility of escape? 


Hughes: Hah, not escape, per se. I've known 
you guys a long time, and | doubt you'll ever 
let me go completely. But do | think there's a 
chance | may get off this carousel one day? 


Yeah, I'm starting to feel like I've got a shot. 
Dr. Ricks: I'm glad to hear that, Luke. 


Hughes: Hey, do you think there's a chance... 
| Know you probably wouldn't let me have a 
high-ranking position or anything, but if | ever 
get out of here, would it be possible for me to 
work for the Foundation in some capacity? 
Maybe just a researcher or something? | never 
really had a career, you know. This place is all 
I've ever really had. And I've watched you all 
long enough to be decently familiar with how 
you operate. 


Dr. Ricks: Interesting. I'm not sure, but | can 
look into it for you. 


Hughes: Thanks, | appreciate that. 
[End Log] 
> 3306-POI-11 
[Begin Log] 
Dr. Ricks: Hello, Mr. Ashcombe— 


Ashcombe: Fuck off. I'm not doing any more 
of these. 


Dr. Ricks: | assure you, it will only be— 


Ashcombe: (Louder) I'm not doing any more 
of these! 


Dr. Ricks: We have some new programs— 
Ashcombe scoffs. 


Ashcombe: I'm not watching any more shit 
TV. I'll tell you one more time: fuck off. It's hard 


enough for an old man to get any sleep with 
these fucking lights, and this fucking music, 
and no fucking bed to speak of. You people 
only make it worse. 


Dr. Ricks: It's the middle of the day, Mr. 
Ashcombe. 


[End Log] 


Afterword: Interview terminated by Dr. Ricks 
after Ashcombe refused to respond for several 
minutes. 


> 3306-POI-17 
[Begin Log] 
Dr. Ricks: Interview time. 
Simmons sighs. 


Simmons: My name is Lori-May Simmons. 
Despite my appearance, I'm fifty-five years old. 
| keep myself physically and mentally active in 
preparation for my eventual escape from this 
place. | believe there is an imposter, and | 
have suspicions about their identity, but | 
cannot divulge them at this time. There have 
been no notable changes in my opinions or 
emotional state since my previous interview. 
That is all. 


Dr. Ricks: Like clockwork. 


Simmons: Hey. What more do you want? 


Dr. Ricks: | think that's sufficient. Thank you 
for your time. 


[End Log] 


> 3306-POI-28 
[Begin Log] 


Dr. Ricks: | have the newest season of Shark 
Tank for you. 


Kirkwood: Good enough. I'll give you two 
minutes. Be warned, | talk slowly, so make 
your questions count. 


Dr. Ricks: You claim to know the identity of 
the imposter mentioned in the recording. Do 
you have any interest in divulging that 
information now that only five other people 
remain? 


Kirkwood: No. 
Dr. Ricks: And why not? 


Kirkwood: It's a pointless farce, really. Just 
like the parlor games that | assume this whole 
thing is based on. You can beg and plead and 
scream and argue, but in the end, there's no 
way to make someone else believe you. It's all 
arbitrary. If we win this game, it'll be by 
accident—and that's assuming it can even be 
won. 


Dr. Ricks: Do you think it can be won? 
Kirkwood: No. 
Dr. Ricks: Why not? 


Kirkwood: Because anyone else worth a 
damn got voted out a long time ago. Lori's fine, 
but there's no hope with just the two of us. 
Now, | believe that's two minutes. 


[End Log] 


> 3306-POI-30 
[Begin Log] 


Dalton: Ricks! Ricks, Ricks, pick up sticks. 
How are you, my friend? 


Dr. Ricks: It's been a productive day, thank 
you. And yourself? 


Dalton: Oh, doc. Doc, doc, doc. It's almost 
Valentine's, isn't it? You know, | had a girl 
once. More than one. | wasn't a very good 
person in my old life. Christy Bingham, 
Shawna Hart, Heather... I've forgotten 
Heather's last name. How about that? God, I'm 
a wretched human being. | deserve all of this. 


Dr. Ricks: I'm sorry. | know it's hard for you 
when an Illions Event is approaching. 


Dalton: Listen, | hate being such a sad sack 
with you, but you're the only one | can really 
be honest with. You've been such a good 
friend all these years, Dr. Ricks. I'm gonna 
miss talking to you. 


Dr. Ricks: You believe that the others are 
going to vote you out? 


Dalton: Hell, man. | Know it! They hate me. | 
know | used to be kind of charming. It's how | 
had so many girls. It's how | stayed alive this 
long. But all these years... | think my mind's 
had it, man. | don't know how to talk to people 
anymore. | barely know how to think thoughts. 
| try to be friendly, but lately | think I've just 
been obnoxious. 


Dalton wipes his eyes on his sleeve. 


Dalton: Hey doc, can | make a request? 


Dr. Ricks: Depends on the request. 


Dalton: Can you talk to me after | change? 
Like, could you just talk to my horse? 


Dr. Ricks: You believe the horses are alive? 


Dalton: Yeah, man. Sometimes when you 
press your ear to them, and the music goes 
quiet between songs, you can hear them 
breathing and groaning. Please, Dr. Ricks. 
You're the only true friend | have in the world. 
Please don't stop talking to me. 


Dr. Ricks: | think | can make arrangements for 
that. 


Dalton: Thanks, doc. I'll really miss you. | 
really will. 


[End Log] 
> 3306-POI-33 
[Begin Log] 
Long: Back so soon? 


Dr. Ricks: It's been six months since our last 
interview, ma'am. 


Long: Oh. 
Dr. Ricks: Anything new to report? 
Long: Not really. I'm just tired. 


Dr. Ricks: The next Illions event is in two 
weeks. How are you faring? 


Long: Just fine. I'm rather indifferent, honestly. 
| still think it's Jeannie, but I've decided | can 


vote for Lori if necessary. She's had a good, 
full life at this point, hasn't she? 


Dr. Ricks: It's not my place to say. 
Long: | suppose it isn't. 
[23 seconds of silence] 


Dr. Ricks: Anything else you'd like to say for 
the record? 


Long: Not really. 
Dr. Ricks: | see. Thank you for your time. 


[End Log] 


> Event Log: Last Documented Illions Event 
[Begin Log] 
Ashcombe: | vote for the fairy. 


Dalton: Yeah, okay. That's fine. | saw this one 
coming, guys. 


Long: No, don't worry Craig. I'm voting 
Jeannie. 


Kirkwood: Love you too, Shells. 
Dalton: Oh. Well, | vote for her, too. 


Simmons: Hold on, slow down. Why is 
everyone going after her? We haven't even 
talked about this yet. 


Hughes: Lor, we've been talking about this for 
forty-five years. Sorry, Jeannie, but | think I'm 
going to vote for you. 


Long: Oh! | thought | overheard you telling Dr. 
Ricks— 


Hughes: | lied. Give me some credit, I'm not 
going to show my hand that easily. 


Simmons: I'm against this. | just want 
everyone to know that. 


Dalton: Who are you voting for, then? 


Simmons: Forget it. It's not like it matters 
now, anyway. 


Simmons gets up and walks around to the 
opposite edge of the platform. 


Hughes: Jesus christ. 
Long: There it is, then. Sorry, Jeannie. 


Hughes: Wait. Jean, I'm willing to change my 
vote, but you've got to drop the whole I'm-not- 
telling shtick. If you Know who the imposter is, 
or at least think you know, why not tell us? 


Dalton: Not like you got anything left to lose. 
Kirkwood: You don't want to know. 
Ashcombe: Fuck you, bitch. 

Hughes: | really think we do. 

Kirkwood shrugs. 


Kirkwood: Fine, then. It's all of us. We're all 
part of it. We're all just pieces in a game that 
we've forgotten we're even playing. 


Long: That's the most asinine thing I've ever 
heard. 


Kirkwood shrugs again. 


Hughes: Where'd you get an idea like that 
from? 


Kirkwood: | didn't. I'm just the only one who's 
remembered. | can't quite remember how it 
started, though. | think we—our collective self, 
that is—were bored. Or maybe we lost a bet. 
But there it is. Now you know. Keep me nice 
and shiny, would you? 


[End Log] 


Afterword: As expected, 3306-POI-28 vanished at 
midnight, an additional horse was added to SCP-3306, 
and the Illions Event concluded. The five remaining 
3306-POI subjects have since suffered a decline in 
morale, with some questioning their own existence. 


A request for additional counseling staff was approved 
by Site Director Goode; containment routine will 
otherwise continue as normal. 


The central mass has a variable volume, and remains at a constant 
34 degrees Celsius, regardless of the surrounding temperature. As 
far as can be determined, SCP-424 lacks detectable sensory 
features, though is capable of observing its environment by tactile, 
aural, visual, and olfactory means by methods still being tested and 
studied. 


SCP-424 has the ability to mold and harden its malleable 
composition into the shape of any object or organism that it has 
previously “seen,” though is not capable of reproducing the colour or 
function (other than movement) of that form. It can also rearrange its 
pigmentation to suit the surface patterns of any new form taken, 
despite not being able to reproduce colour. For tests and examples, 
those with Level 2 Security Clearance should see Log #424-F, Files 
424-1~10. 


Addendum: Escaped sample of SCP-424 has proven that the 
organisms can survive digestion. Staff mugs are to be labeled and 
painted brightly to avoid future incidents. 


Addendum: Neither the central mass nor any samples taken 
require solid or liquid nourishment. Working theory is that it/they 
thrive through constant motion, hence the constant shift of surface 
patterning when at rest.