From the Personal Log of Doctor 
Notes from SCP-334-J Exploration- 


...We have secured the help of SCP- to allow us 
access to the dimensional gap, and have decided to 
enter through a portal under my bed. | can only guess 
what we will find inside."... 


"My assistants, SCP- , and | have arrived in a massive 
white room, windowless and otherwise featureless 
except the rectangular hole we have arrived in. But the 
sock piles! The hills of socks of every color and style 
known to mankind, they go on for miles. A quick, 
unofficial examination of one pile reveals athletic socks, 
children's socks, lacy lady's tights, hiking socks, some 
freshly laundered, some caked in dirt, even the 
occasional lonely undergarment. Despite the rather rank 
odor we have decided to explore further. My secretary is 
taking notes on the apparent depth and height of the 
piles."... 


..." This is truly a remarkable location. The piles become 
nearly mountainous in their scale, and every so often 
one lonely foot-shaped cloth will flutter down from the 
ceiling like a single snowflake, and land noiselessly to 
increase its pile's height by another quarter inch. The 
contents of the piles are generally ordinary, although we 
have come upon several anomalies, including [DATA 
EXPUNGED] apparently meant for a being several 
hundred feet tall."... 


..."SCP- has become rather anxious, saying that he 
has seen movement among the lower hills" ... "Belief 
confirmed with my secretary. Both were unable to 
describe further. At their request, | have decided to 
return to our point of origin"... 


...Most unfortunately, my secretary, Mrs. , who has 
been long-suffering through several years with me, has 


been consumed by the newly-discovered denizens of 
this area. She was behind SCP- and! when we heard 
a terrible scream, and turned around to see her being 
pulled by the head into a whirling Charybdis of wool and 
cotton. Her nylon stockings were flung off her in the 
process, and promptly grabbed by two fibrous tentacles 
and pulled into the whirlpool. Her bleached bones were 
deposited from a nearby pile, and "Jeffy" and | rapidly 
made the unanimous decision to exit the area."... 


..."while given that said piles appear to be shifting on us, 
and that this is the most recent of several close calls, we 
can only hope they do not continue to react with 
hostility”... 


..."In retrospect, this could have been a bad idea." 


Following [DATA EXPUNGED], further exploration of SCP-334-J is 
not allowed without O5 permission. Pending reclassification to 
Euclid. Further study on the recorded anomalies, potentially 
"sockvores' - life forms evolved within the dimension- is ongoing at 
this time. 


SCP-777-J: Darkblade 


Item #: SCP-777 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: Even though SCP-777 can 
NOT be contained, he has decided to stay at the Foundation so he 
can complete his mission. He is to be supplied with any and all 
things that he asks for. He is to stay in a room resembling a 
Japanese dojo with a tank of sharks, except the tank is in the floor. 


Description: SCP-777 or Darkblade (Blade for short), as he 
chooses to be called, is a white male of about 17 years old. He has 
flowing white hair with green highlights and crystal blue eyes that 
reflect a dark past. He is clad in ebony armor that he made himself. 
His effect on female personnel (which may not even be a 
supernatural effect) is very powerful. He is a smooth pimp, who gets 
all the ladies. He has chosen Iris as his bride though to wed when 
his mission is over. His element is water, which he has full control of, 
and he has a pet dragon, who must be referred to as "Set". Blade's 
power of water, as well as his supernatural skill with a Katana, 
protects him from all harm. When he is attacked in any way, water 
shields will appear around him and deflect the attack back to the 
attackers. 


Interviewed: SCP-777 "Darkblade" 
Interviewer: Dr. 


<Begin Log> 


Dr. : Hello 777, | trust you are enjoying your new 
accommodations? 


SCP-777: | am... But you must call me Darkblade... Your SCP 


forty (40) connected pieces after this time. Subject slept less during 
his last days working on the puzzle, and was permitted to stop when 
he [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


Addendum 551-2 

Class-D personnel with a history of addictive behavior is tasked with 
piecing together SCP-551. Subject acted aloof about the assignment 
at first, but after connecting two pieces, she seemed to become 
alarmingly obsessed with SCP-551. Subject stayed beside it for 
days, sometimes screaming about her lack of progress. After a 
period of four weeks, subject lost consciousness from lack of sleep, 
and the test was ended. One hundred and two (102) pieces of 
SCP-551 had been connected. 


Addendum 551-3 

Dr. , who scored above average on a standard IQ test, 
expressed skepticism about SCP-551 and was approved to test it. 
Dr. completed all but a couple of sections, specifically the 
woman’s facial features and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Despite this 
success, Dr. showed confusion over his remaining pieces and 
adopted a fatalist attitude toward the puzzle, finally refusing to 
complete it after four days. 


Addendum 551-4 

A computer-based approach was taken on the completion of the 
puzzle. The first tool used was a mechanical arm designed to take a 
piece and place it in the puzzle, used along with a camera anda 
desktop computer running an image processing algorithm. The 
application was tested extensively with normal puzzles; however, 
when tasked with completion of the puzzle, it would invariably trigger 
a blue screen or a kernel panic as soon as it finished scanning the 
piece. An embedded design approach was taken, and the computer 
was replaced by a microcontroller in charge of moving the piece 
linked to an image processing DSP; however, the value of the 
program counter register in all the CPUs would corrupt as soon as 
the DSP finished scanning the picture of the piece, and in several 
occasions a sudden, unexpected current peak would result in 
damage to the CPUs and other components. Automated solutions, 
therefore, had to be discarded. 


« SCP-550 | SCP-551 | SCP-552 » 


name is not the one that was given to me... 


Dr. : Of course, Darkblade. Now, why are you staying at the 
foundation? 


Darkblade: Because doctor, my mission tells me | must... 

Dr. : What mission is that. 

*Darkblade looks to the ceiling* 

Darkblade: | can't tell you... But it will save the known world... 
Dr. : Then | am glad we found you... 

<End Log> 


Closing Statement: It seems SCP-777 will be a very important asset 
to the foundation. 


| know he's our savior, but we don't need fansites to him. Come on 
people! -Dr. 


Addendum 777-1 
Darkblade has recently taken up the guitar and, being a fast learner, 


has mastered the skill. 


Addendum 777-2 A mild security breach was reportedon / 
/ . Darkblade has neither confirmed nor denied any part in the 
event, but instead grinned slyly. 
Establishment of Darkblade's Sentinels 
Clef: You are the one whom | have been waiting for? 
Darkblade: | am... 
Clef: Then | am ready. 


Darkblade: Take up your true weapon and tell me your 


true name... 


Clef: | am Death Metal, the Son of Satan, Wielder of the 
Guitar of Weeping Souls, Half-Saiyan heir to Son Goku. 


Darkblade: Then together, let us ride and cleanse the 
world! 


Death Metal: BY THE TEARS OF MEPHISTOPHELES, 
IT SHALL BE SO! 


Yoric: You wanted to speak with me, sir? 
Darkblade: | did. 
Yoric: What must | do? 


Darkblade: You are the dark heart KJRUNANSENSU. 
You are half vampire, half werewolf, and half ninja, from 
an ancient clan. Take up your guntana and come with 
me. 

Yoric: Yes, my master... 

Researcher Crack: Hello, SCP-777. 

Darkblade: Please, call me Darkblade... 


Researcher Crack: You wanted to see me, yes? 


Darkblade: Indeed. You, thou homely succubus, will 
become my concubine. Is that objectionable? 


Researcher Crack: No, of course not. 
Darkblade: [DATA EXPUNGED] 
Researcher Crack: Kinky. 

Dr. Bright: Ooh! Ooh! What do | get to be? 


Darkblade: You, my friend, are Bobo; my stalwart 
companion/comic relief sidekick. You get to fetch coffee, 


keep my weapons polished, and generally make the rest 
of us look awesome by comparison. 


Dr. Bright: That doesn't sound very glamorous... 
Darkblade: You also get to wear this cool viking helmet. 
Bobo: Do you want decaf or regular? 

Dr. Klein: Good morning, SCP-777. 

Darkblade: It's Darkblade, sorry. 


Dr. Klein: Ah, yes, of course. My apologies. How are you, 
Darkblade? 


Darkblade: Just fine, thank you. 


Dr. Klein: Well, that's great. Is there, um, is there 
anything | could do for you? 


Darkblade: No, nothing that | can think of, although | 
appreciate your asking. 


Dr. Klein: | see. I'll... I'll be on my way out then. 
Goodbye. 


Darkblade: Goodbye. 


The video opens with Darkblade deep in meditation, his 
sword across his knees. Darkblade sits in blissful peace 
for several moments, before he speaks, apparently to the 
shadowed door. 


Darkblade: | know you're there, Scion of the MAChine. 
Gears: I'm not ready for this, lord. 


Darkblade: You were built ready, MAChine. You just 
need the right words. 


Gears: But no, | cannot, it is too- 


Darkblade: Xyzzy, iddqd, god, quicken! 


Gears: ARGH! 

Dr. Gears drops to his knees, screaming, as his 
mechanical implants tear through his skin, every 
available surface glistening with gun barrels. 


Darkblade: Rise, Scion of the MAChine, so you may 
show them! 


Scion of the MAChine: We shall bestow the path of the 
destrucity upon them! 


Dr. Edison: Here's the reports on SCP-682 that you 
asked for, Mr. Darkblade. 


Darkblade: Thank you, Edison... or should | say; "Space 
Detective Kamen Mask X"! 


Dr. Edison: Heh. You're perceptive as ever, Darkblade. 
Here | was, thinking you forgot about your old rival. 


*Puff of smoke. Edison appears a split second later 
wearing a spandex outfit with a visored helmet. * 


Kamen Mask X: You'll pay for the horrible things you did 
to me all those years ago! 


Darkblade: I've moved on, Edison. I've turned away from 
the darkness, to embrace the light. Someday you'll 
understand. Someday I'll even atone for the vague sins | 
committed upon you during my dark and troubled past 
that led to your decision to join the Galaxy Federation to 
spy on the Foundation in hopes that you could someday 
kill me. 


Kamen Mask X: So... *Pulls out laser sword* Shall we 
dance? 


Darkblade: Indeed. *Pulls out katana* 


Dr. Trebuchet: 777, is it? 


Darkblade: Call me Darkblade. 
Dr. Trebuchet: ... "Blarkdade"? 


Darkblade uses a Phoenix Down on Dr. Trebuchet, who 
is immediately brought back to life. 


Darkblade: Come with me, Epiphany, and we shall 
destroy the Mako generators that are draining life energy 
from the planet! 


Dr. Trebuchet: Saving the world through eco-terrorism 
and corporate sabotage? Count me in! 


Darkblade picks Epiphany up like a dufflebag by the 
strap on her lab coat, and jumps over the edge of a 
bridge onto a passing train below. They vanish off into 
the horizon. 


Darkblade is sitting on a bed of roses, wearing black 
jeans and a black t-shirt he purchased from Hot Topic. 
Research Assistant Corbette bursts in with purple 
highlighted hair and white foundation on. 


Research Assistant Corbette: So... you came back, 
Blade. 


Darkblade: Yes, | came back. For you. 


Research Assistant Corbette: (Leaning in) Never leave 
again, Blade. (Crying) 


Darkblade: (Grabs Research Assistant Corbette's chin 
and looks him in the eye) | never will, Salman. 
(Embraces Research Assistant Corbette, [DATA 
EXPUNGED)) 


Salamandra Black'ness Anastasia Falcon Corbette: Oh, 
Blade. 


Dr. : (Filming) You guys are so hot. 


Darkblade is shown in his room, meditating over the 
shark enclosure. Delivery Agent Roadrunner enters the 
room, looking somewhat perturbed. 


Roadrunner: ...| was called? 
Darkblade: Indeed you were. | have need of your vehicle. 
Roadrunner: Oh? What for? 


Darkblade: | will be participating in a race. The prizes are 
artifacts that allow the user to ascend to godhood. My 
extremely stereotypical rival is entering, and | must see 
to it that his desire for power remains unfulfilled. 


Roadrunner: You can have it... over my dead body. 


Darkblade: “slowly stands, and enters a fighting stance* 
Then you leave me no choice. 


Roadrunner: *tears his handgun out of its holster, and 
levels it at Darkblade* EAT 230 GRAIN JACKETED 
HOLLOWPOINTS, ASSHOLE! 


Darkblade proceeded to deflect all ten .45 caliber rounds 
away from himself using his unreal reactions and his 
katana. The last deflected round struck Roadrunner in 
the head, killing him. The security feed cuts off here, and 
resumes half an hour later. Any traces of violence at the 
scene are gone, as well as the corpse. On the far wall, 
Roadrunner's CZ-97B is seen, mounted along with the 
many other trophies that Darkblade has taken from his 
fallen foes. Roadrunner's vehicle was immediately 
bequeathed to Darkblade. 


For further information please view Experiment Log 777 A. 


Experiment Log 777 A 


Experiment Log 777 A 


SCP-777 (who will be referred to as Blade due to higher 
authorisation from the O5s, because it is shorter) was politely asked 
if he would assist with assisting the Foundation in experiments. He 
answered that he would because he has an enduring respect for the 
Foundation even though we do not possess the means to force him 
to do anything. Indeed we could not even monitor him were it not for 
his cooperation. 


It should be again noted that Blade's cooperation is very much 
appreciated. 


Test A-1-S: Blade’s attack shield was tested versus various forms of 
attack. It was found to redirect both regular damage (damage 
damage) and empathic mind control memetic damage (happy 
damage, aka damage to happiness): namely by surviving a 3.4 
gigaton nuclear blast and being able to explain, in detail, SCP-055’s 
nature. 


Test L-8-P: Blade proved inedible to SCP-524. Obviously as 
SCP-524 is especially savage a hard fight was expected but Blade 
just cut it in two with his Katana. All the researchers present were 
impressed but Blade was very modest. 


Test R-7-O: Blade was asked to spectate a fight between two other 
subjects. Partway into the match Blade expressed his dismay at the 
progression of the combat and entered the ring, quickly dispatching 
both parties. Apologies to the researchers involved for the 
premature decommissions of SCP-682 and SCP-076. 


Test O-7-I: Blade was observed while he ate a baked potato. He 
remarked on its flavour, and [DATA EXPUNGED] 


Test L-K-F: Blade explained that he was bored and he ran to 
SCP-001 in order to discuss the failures of the Abrahamic religions. 


Test X-X-X: Blade’s irresistible attractiveness to members of both 
sexes was tested. Agent V__ attempted to sleep with Blade despite 
being happily married. All spectators agreed that Blade was “really 
so hot, | mean really”. 


Test B-F-S: Although this wasn't intended as a test, Blade was 
observed using SCP-572 to dismember several Ninja Class-D's that 
the Foundation maintains for just such experimental purposes. 


Test F-U-!: When introduced to SCP-056, SCP-056 was deeply 
respectful, even reverent: 


SCP-056: "Oh wow, Darkblade! I'm so happy to meet you! You're so 
impressive!" 


Agent Vand Deputy C_ both agreed that SCP-056 was utterly 
sincere. Again, Blade politely and modestly rebuffed the praise 
because it makes him feel uncomfortable, because his ego is not 
significant.