The current site is still in an emergency situation, and the remaining 
facilities are somewhat cramped. My assistant and | have our 
research area, and one room for sleeping/eating. Rations are limited 
to Foundation Emergency Nutrition Rations until we can receive a 
supply drop, which may be some time. Iceberg has been withdrawn 
since the incident with SCP-882 and D-882/1. His performance has 
not been impaired, but he appears distracted at times. 


Received an emergency supply drop today, in the middle of a break 
in the storm. Weather reports show that this storm will continue for 
several more days, and no drop will be possible after this short lull. 
The drop missed its mark by only a few yards, and all the supplies 
were still intact, but Agent was visibly upset when he was told 
that the container had impacted with his jeep. 


Unloading went quickly, and Iceberg assisted in installing much 
needed lab equipment. The storm began to pick up shortly before 
we finished unloading, and it appears a member of site staff has 
contracted frostbite in his hands and face. Amputation of the fingers 
may be needed. The additional medical and food supplies are a 
welcome boost, and many staff have shown a great deal of pleasure 
about moving off emergency rations. 


Subjects in the containment area have started to show signs of 
auditory hallucination. This appears to manifest after 32 hours of 
exposure to SCP-882. AgentP has committed suicide. He used 
his service pistol to shoot himself through the temple last night. The 
remaining subjects were visibly upset by this, D-882-2 appearing to 
go into mild shock. Food supplies appear to be running low as well, 
however due to emergency protocols we are unable to re-supply the 
subjects at this time. Agent Dis extremely upset, and has spent 
several hours speaking to the cameras, mostly insults, threats, and 
sobbing. Agent D has also tried several times to destroy the 
cameras, but has been unsuccessful. 


Dr. appears to be the most affected by SCP-882 and its auditory 
effect. He has already placed several metal objects on SCP-882 
affected areas, lessening what he calls “that horrible screeching and 
grinding”. These actions have angered the other subjects, who have 
instructed him “not to make things worse”. This appears to run 
counter to action, as every subject in the containment area has, at 
some point over the last 24 hours, added metal to SCP-882. At the 
current rate, all metal in the containment area will be consumed and 
converted by SCP-882 within 48 hours. 


The storm has grown, and is now strong enough to cause some 
outside walls to creak and vibrate. | have expressed concern over 
the broadcast range of SCP-882, but local staff state that the effect 
is proportional to its size, and that we are still well out of range. My 
assistant and | currently work in an area lined with SCP-148, but the 
rest of staff may run the risk of exposure. I’ve asked Iceberg to 
monitor staff, and note any aberrant behavior. 


Unable to make complete log entry. Broadcast range of SCP-882 
drastically underrated. Several security breaches, with multiple 
members of site staff exposed to SCP-882. Dr. appears to have 
gone insane. Several members of site staff and security killed by 

Dr. and other members of staff exposed to SCP-882. Iceberg and 
| have barricaded ourselves in our shielded testing area. Foundation 
contacted, and Emergency Response Teams have been dispatched, 
but there is no set arrival time due to weather conditions. 


Several sections of the site have been damaged, and the heating 
system appears to be failing. SCP-882 has been allowed to breach 
emergency containment. Several subjects exposed to SCP-882 are 
attempting to gain access to our testing area. Temperature is 
steadily dropping. 


Extraction from site was made at _ hours, approximately six days 
after distress beacon was issued to The Foundation in regards to 
the second security breach by SCP-882. Delay in response due to 
severe weather conditions. Currently in-route to Site for debriefing. 


Response team found the entire site compromised, and a majority of 
the staff dead due to exposure to freezing temperatures, exposure 
to SCP-882, or murder. Remaining staff recovered and placed in 
quarantine with minimal injury. SCP-882 cut back to standard 
containment parameters, with the resulting metal disposed of 
quickly. Reconstruction of containment area will commence after 
judicial review and inquest into both containment failure incidents. 


Iceberg provided a great deal of the physical force needed to repel 
SCP-882 affected staff during the security break down. He has 
shown an aptitude for improvised hand-to-hand combat weapons, as 
well as hand-held explosives and incendiary devices, primarily 
“flash-bang” grenades and Molotov cocktails. The event appears to 
have altered his personality, observable in the excessive use of 
force against affected staff, far exceeding the amount needed in 
some cases. He has suffered several broken bones, frostbite in 
hands and feet, and may have had very mild SCP-882 exposure. He 
is being remanded to Medical for evaluation, then to Dr. Glass for 
psychological evaluation. 


| have suffered minimal physical damage, limited to moderate to 
severe frostbite in the hands and face. | am also being remanded for 
medical and psychological evaluation. After being cleared by 
medical staff, Iceberg will begin processing the data gathered from 
SCP-882, while | gather information on the status of current 
research projects. 


In light of the events of the containment breach, | plan to file a 
request for SCP-172 regarding a personal protection device. 


Setting: 1:1 

Output: one (1) Mayan hieroglyphs-Egyptian 
hieroglyphs Dictionary. 

Note from Mellows: | got excited there for a moment. 
Might need to look up the Rosetta stone. 


Tests 37-42 omitted 


Input: one (1) English-Russian Dictionary 

Setting: 1:1 

Output: one (1) Klingon-Arabic Dictionary. 

Note from Mellows: Finally an alien language!. 

Note from Assistant Researcher: No, that's from a TV 
show. 

Note from Mellows: ...Damn. 


Input: one (1) English-Russian Dictionary 

Setting: Fine 

Output: one (1) Book listing Human foodstuff dishes for 
many occasions with (presumed) alien foodstuff dishes 
for those same occasions with images of normal human 
& (presumed) alien foodstuffs. The human dishes are in 
described in French, the alien dishes are described in an 
unknown language using the International Phonetic 
Alphabet. 


Note from Mellows: Who set this thing to Fine?! ...Well, 
at least we now know how to cater to the aliens, and 
what their food is called. 


Tests 45-49 omitted 


Input: one (1) English-Russian Dictionary 
Setting: 1:1 
Output: one (1) Braille English-Pictogram Dictionary. 


Note from Mellows: We got a limited understanding of 
alien food and not much else. I'll need to rethink my 
strategy here. 


Personal Log of "Iceberg" 


Personal Log of "Iceberg" 


[NOTE: Dates and some sensitive information removed by Central 
Records. Original documentation available upon approval. ] 


Morning 

| finally got a promotion. At least, | think it's a promotion. Only a lab 
assistant, but I'll have access to more SCPs than before (though, 
I've heard the rumors about some of the Keter class SCPs). And I've 
heard Dr. Gears is rather respected in this field. Well, | guess I'll just 
have to see how today turns out. I've heard dying on the first day on 
these sort of things rarely happens. 


Evening 

| spent most of the day compiling information. Everything we have 
has to be put into a digital format and sent down to Central Records. 
Dr. Gears himself was ok, though seemed to always keep things 
very professional. | wonder if he's always like that. Today was 
mostly compiling notes and reports by Dr. Gears. | found a lot of 
what was documented interesting, but the actual work of putting it on 
the computer was incredibly dull. And it turns out it's most of my 
work for the next few days. Oh joy. And | don't think | got a pay 
raise. |'m starting to wonder just what the Foundation means when 
they say "promotion." 


Morning 

Morning was rather uneventful. Breakfast was about the same as 
always. More work with compiling papers today. Dr. Gears seems to 
be taking my nickname rather well. Most high-ups just call me Dr. 


Evening 

Like | thought, more paper work. Seems I'll be heading to a 
containment site, recording data on SCP-882. One of what we'll be 
looking at is how long it takes people around it to start hearing 
things. Grinding and clicking. So basically we'll see how long until it 
makes people go crazy. Well, that’s pleasant. But guess it's what 
needs to be done. 


SCP-076 caused another incident. Great. Working with us or not, it's 
never been too nice having an immortal super powered psychopath 
on base. At supper Carl, or SCP-530, tried to get some of my food. 
Had to push him away. Don't want to get reprimanded, not to 
mention I've heard how bad it smells. 


Morning 

Had to get up early today. We had to leave early for the flight to the 
containment area. I've been busy all week, so | just now got time to 
write. | should probably get some more sleep soon. It wouldn't be 
good to be tired when we get there. 


Scratch that. It definitely wouldn't be good. We just got word 
SCP-882 breached containment. Despite this, we're still going on. 


Evening 

Why oh why did | accept this new job? Not only do we keep going 
towards a containment breach, when we get there it's freezing, snow 
everywhere. Admittedly, I've never had much problem with cold 
weather. But because of this storm, we're stuck here for two whole 
weeks. It's nearly enough to make you wish you were back working 
on some of those small time SCPs. On the bright side, the situation 
is contained. For the moment. | suppose I'm just gonna have to 
learn to deal with this if I'm going to stay with the Foundation. I'm not 
sure | have a choice. 


Once we got there, Dr. Gears had me immediately begin setting up 
camp. Or as he put it, "the central observation post." It turns out our 
new job is to watch the inside of the sealed off area, study group 
dynamic when under extreme stress. It's not really my area of 
expertise, but | guess that's why Dr. Gears is in charge here. Setting 


up the monitoring devices, | finally got a good look at it. SCP-882, 
that is. For now it's still partially covered in rust, but it's begun to 
move. With all those gears on it, | guess they sent the right doctor 
for the job. 


Morning 

Oh dear God. This morning, D-882/1 (what wonderful names we 
give) walked straight into it. SCP-882 that is. Just sort of 
sleepwalking, going down the hall. We have no way to talk to them, 
so there wasn't anything | could do besides watch and record. And 
hear him scream. When the beast has its fill of metal, it doth in its 
endless gluttony hunger after blood, flesh and bone. Maybe | should 
have tried going into writing. The others in there have been pretty 
vocal about wanting out. Without anyone coming in for a while, and 
how fast D-882/1 went, it doesn't seem too likely. | can handle it, | 
know | can. Doesn't make it any prettier. 


Evening 

I've been spending some of my spare time working on project ideas. 
I've got a nearly complete list of tests for SCP-914. I'm also going to 
give Dr. Gears an idea | have about feeding SCP-682 some of 
SCP-236. Maybe followed by a loud bang to startle them after a 
while, like a grenade. A couple others | threw around in my head. It's 
been helpful really, just focusing on science. 


We're down to emergency rations. Doesn't taste too good, but 
apparently pound for pound it has more nutrients than you'll get from 
about anything else. Besides what's inside the containment area, it's 
been kind of boring really. 


Morning 

We finally got a new supply drop. It slammed right into Agent 's 
jeep. Bad for him, but his outburst was kind of funny. We could use 
some more stuff to laugh at. One guy's got frostbite already, another 
subject went off the deep end and "self-terminated". The rest are 
running low on food. Not a cheery week. I've still got a bit more 
equipment to set up, so that should prove a healthy distraction for, 


oh, another hour. 


Evening 

After dealing with equipment and supplies, it was back to more 
watching. It's clear they are all being affected, and by quite a bit. 
You can tell from the way they walk around. Not only that but they're 
all adding to SCP-882, throwing in metal to make it lower the mental 
noise. While the camp is far away from where it is being contained, 
I'm still glad to get the SCP-148 lined work area. Thank God we 
found that stuff, it's quite useful from what I've read. Anyway, Dr. 
Gears and myself are the only ones who really work in this area, so 
Dr. Gears has asked me to keep an eye on the rest of the team in 
case the range of 882 grows larger than the local researchers say it 
will. They seem fine for now, though when the supplies came in | 
noticed took some pills that are for headaches. But hey, I'm 
sure it's fine. Jobs like this will give you headaches sometimes. 


Morning 

Damn it. 882 has a longer range then we thought, it got everyone. 
Everyone but me and Gears, thanks to the shielded testing area. We 
had to barricade ourselves in. Not much time to write, just want a 
possible last entry. And- dang it, they took out the heating system. 
As if | wasn't cold enough already. Honestly, ever since the incident, 
it's just been a pa 


Evening 

Gah, so little time to write. They don't give up, and the damn 
weather is stopping us from getting a Team down here. Man, these 
guys are really starting to piss me off. | need a gun. Maybe I'll get a 
personal one when we get back. Something nice. 


Yes, | know. It's been a while since | could write an entry. Apparently 
a few broken bones will Keep you in medical for a while. | don't see 
how having the psych doctor keep coming in and talk with me helps 
though. After the evaluation is done. | mean, Glass is an ok guy, | 
guess, but really? How many psych tests do you really need? 


Anyways, once they let me out, first thing first. Most of the 
equipment made it out, so lucky me, guess who has to process all 
the data? Did not know the camera was rolling when | beat the guy's 
face in. Huh. Or even earlier, when | cocktailed him to get him on the 
ground. Molotov cocktails, what can't they do? 


Also met some guy. Kondraki, something like that. Photographer, 
mainly. But he also got some research work. Kind of nuts, plenty of 
nasty rumors too. Jackass gave me his paperwork for the weekend. 


Speaking of paperwork, already have lots of it. These people really 
need to learn to go digital. Luckily, I've nearly got Gear's signature 
down, which will save time. Since | won't have to go ask for it every 
time. | should probably learn to copy a few others too, speed things 
up a bit. 


Let's see. Dangit, who oversees paychecks? 


Personal Log Of Paul Martin 


Diary of Paul Martin, recovered among other personal 
belongings 


August 22nd, 


Greg can be a jerk sometimes. It’s nice having a roommate who is 
gone three quarters of the time, but he has a bad habit of just 
walking out with stuff. He never steals, but sometimes he’s tossing 
stuff in a bag so he can fly out and to a shoot in some desert, and he 
just doesn’t pay attention to what he’s grabbing. So | get up, find a 
note saying he got a call to fly out at 6:30 a.m. and take pictures of 
some town that got bombed. Wonderful. So | go along, getting ready 
for work, and my damn shoes are gone. How the hell can you 
accidentally take a man’s shoes, | ask you? They'll never fit him, so | 
hope he’s got a spare set.