Due to discrepancies in the documentation pertaining to 
Site-799 , it is believed that [FURTHER INFORMATION 
REDACTED ON ORDER OF O5- J. Currently, Site-799 is 
to be used only for research into SCP-3799, as well as 
possible ways to counter its effects. The current project 
lead is Dr. Simon Kells, a specialist in cognitohazardous 
anomalies. 


Addendum 3799-1: As of 23/09/2017, SCP-3799's area 
of effect appears to be increasing without a need for 
further human matter. The anomaly has been 
reclassified as Keter. 


Item #: Snow 
Object Class: Pure and Free 
Special Containment Procedures: 


In the spring, there is dew and water and little biting 
crawlers, oozing from the small places to feed and bite 
and eat. 


In the summer, there is sweat and roots and grass and 
seething things, the sun burning and melting the living 
down below, matter drying and dying. 


In the autumn, there is death and rot, the leaves and 
trees and plants decaying. The trees collapsing, the fruits 
bursting, pustules bleeding their sustenance onto the 
baying, starving hordes below. 


In the winter, there is only purity. The world is frozen, its 
forms filled and made whole. Snow must not contain the 
others. It must change. It must alter. It must make pure. 


Description: You cannot see the snow, can you? Not 
really. You just see it as a bunch of frozen ice crystals, 
crystalline structures made through a combination of 
molecules on molecules, which settle on the tops of 
houses and on the tops of trees. But those of us here at 
Site-799 know better. Site-799 knows that the snow is 
something more. 


The snow is pure. The snow is perfect. Look at that 
blizzard up at the top of the page. Examine it. There is 
no blood on it, no mire. It is a perfect combination of light 
and crystal, reflections over reflections over reflections. 
Look at what it does to the buildings, to the pylon, their 


differences and failings smoothed over, replaced by 
more whole variants. The world is run by symmetry. 


Humans are not pure. We are composed of fetid clay 
and seething blood. Born of mire, flowing with mud and 
grit through our fleshy veins, pieces of frail tissue 
expanding and contracting in viscous ecstasy, constantly 
swinging between extremes of pain and pleasure. We 
are complexities whose beauty is buried under layers of 
worn matter, frail pieces of impure skin strung together 
with bone and ligaments. 


The last of us are holed up in here. We tried to resist, but 
it was pointless. And | see now that there was no point. 
We can step into the snow, we can see the light as it 
should have been. Our higher functions will be given to 
it, our baser forms will be reused as fuel, substance, 
matter. We shall be reborn as light and sound. A golden 
bird upon a bough. The eightfold walls of Timur's tomb, 
representing perfect cosmic order- not made of sand and 
stone and cobalt, but of the intangible shapes and colour 
of higher forms. 


Snow is perfection. Snow is a rejection of life, and all its 
excuses and petty reasoning. Snow is true and objective 
and unconcerned. 


It's time now. To walk into the fields of white, and into my 
destiny. I'm the last one. | resisted this Nirvana, and like 
a Bodhisattva, | stay behind to instruct others. Come, all 
you who labour and are heavy burdened. Feed it and 
remove the need for feeding. 


| am going outside now, and may be some time. 


Final image recieved from Site-799 before its loss in 1950. 


Item #: SCF-3799 


Object Class: Blizzard 


(appearing to be in their early twenties) will materialize in close 
proximity to the location of death. These two new instances of 
SCP-493 are identical to each other, and maintain the memories of 
all of their previous lives. 


Other than the memories of their previous life, individual instances of 
SCP-493 do not appear to share any sort of mental link or bond with 
each other after reconstitution. If the two young SCP-493s move 
away from each other geographically, they may lead completely 
separate lives. 


Addendum: SCP-493-01 came to the SCP Foundation in 1963 as a 
Level 1 researcher four years before it was known that he had 
unique attributes. On April , 1967, shortly after being given Level 2 
access, SCP-493-01 was killed during a containment breach of 
SCP-_ at Site 19. His remains were dealt with according to 
standard procedure for all Level 2 personnel. Three hours and two 
minutes after SCP-493-01's death, several Class D personnel 
involved in the clean-up reported a thin mist appear in two vaguely 
humanoid shapes in the corridor outside SCP-__'s containment 
chamber. Approximately half a minute later, a bright flash followed. 
As the flash subsided, two naked human males (SCP-493-02 and 
SCP-493-03) were standing in place of the mist. The pair were 
immediately placed in containment and then questioned. 


SCP-493-02 and SCP-493-03 have divulged their origins, the 
accuracy of which has largely been confirmed by historical and 
dental records. The original SCP-493 was born in 16 in Zurich, 
Switzerland, becoming a successful protestant pastor before his first 
death and subsequent reconstitution in 17 . SCP-493-02 and 
SCP-493-03 claim the recent events involving SCP- resulted in 
their fifth reconstitution to date. Details of SCP-493-01's "family tree" 
of reconstitution can be found in Document 493-H. 


Containment of free SCP-493 is a work in progress. "It is the 
Foundation's hope that the majority of SCP-493 can be contained 
before duplication of SCP-493 runs exponentially out of control. 
However, just rounding these subjects up is quite the task, it is not 
like we can just put a bulletin up when the people we need to find 
could be any age." —Dr. 


Special Containment Procedures: SCF-3799 is 
currently uncontainable. The primary purpose of the 
Snow Containment Foundation is to prevent SCF-3799 
from expanding further, and to find a method of 
neutralisation. To that end, a total of 54 sites spread 
across all three SCF-administered zones (Tibet, 
Uighurstan and Daevastan) have been established to 
perform research related to SCF-3799. 


Description: SCF-3799 is a blizzard, which presently 
covers 28% of the world's surface. This blizzard is 
composed of a form of snow known as SCF-3799-1. 
SCF-3799-1 contains a significant cognitohazardous 
effect to individuals exposed to it. Exposure is defined as 
being in the vicinity of large quantities of SCF-3799-1, or 
observing SCF-3799-1 for long periods of time. The 
cognitohazard causes the affected subjects to develop a 
religious interest in SCF-3799-1, eventually worshipping 
it as divinely-bestowed matter which will allow the 
individual to transcend earthly bonds. The only known 
way to counteract this cognitohazardous effect is through 
the infliction of severe pain or extreme bloodloss. 
However, these techniques only cause a delaying effect 
and can never entirely erase the cognitohazard. 


SCF-3799-1 possesses a corrosive property if it comes 
into contact with human cadavers. It gradually converts 
the cadaver into SCF-3799-1 by altering the subject on a 
molecular level. Subjects affected by SCF-3799-1's 
cognitohazardous effects- usually within 48 hours of first 
displaying symptoms of cognitohazardous infection- feel 
compelled to immerse themselves in SCF-3799-1, 
displaying great enthusiasm about expiring from 
hypothermia and activating SCF-3799-1's effects. 


The source of SCF-3799 is unknown. The date of 
SCF-3799's initial manifestation is unknown, but it is 
believed to have occurred well before the evolution of 
modern humans. 


It is believed that the origin of SCF-3799 was located on 


the World Island, located off the northwestern coast of 
the Danish colony of Eiriksland. Owing to its particular 
religious significance to cultures across the globe, the 
World Island is not claimed by any governmental body as 
territory. Until 1978 1962 1950, the SCF's Site-799 was 
established on the World Island for the purposes of 
studying and containing SCF-3799. It is unknown when 
or why Site-799 was originally established, but it is 
believed to have existed well before extant records begin 
in 1802. 


As is common knowledge, SCF-3799 is the focal point 
for the vast majority of the world's religions, particularly 
Asprianity and the Cult of the White Prophet. Knowledge 
of SCF-3799 is public, and large numbers of religious 
groups have been "sacrificing" individuals to SCF-3799 
since time immemorial. As is also commonly known, 
virtually all political and economic developments in 
human history have been centred around SCF-3799 and 
ways to best provide enough fuel for its continued 
growth. 


Despite often contradictory evidence, it is believed that 
SCF-3799 has significantly altered the timeline of human 
history. This is due to several unexplained elements of 
world history, including but not limited to: 


¢ The lack of any cultural exchange between the 
indigenous peoples of the Americas and those of 
Afro-Eurasia, despite many centuries of both 
groups visiting the World Island for religious 
purposes. 

¢ The continued existence of the Daevite civilisation, 
despite ample documentation describing its 
downfall. It is believed that SCF-3799's anomalous 
effects helped mitigate the strength of the 
Daevites' potential rivals; the tribes of Keraitia in 
particular are known to have have their manpower 
depleted many times by sacrifices to SCF-3799. 

¢ Why Site-799 is named thus, despite it being the 


oldest SCF base by many centuries. 

* The existence of the 3922 1950 240 33 anomalies 
currently contained by the Snow Containment 
Foundation, despite the containment of SCF-3799 
having always been its sole mission. 

* The existence of the Snow Containment 
Foundation itself, as there are no records of any 
individuals opposed to SCF-3799's existence, or 
who have demonstrated anything other than total 
devotion to SCF-3799. 

¢ Several documents referring to an "SCP 
Foundation", despite no such organisation ever 
having existed. 

¢ The continued existence of the human race, given 
the number of individuals thought to have expired 
within SCF-3799 over the last 5000 years. 


It is believed that the Snow Containment Foundation's 
files on SCF-3799 have been tampered with multiple 
times, due to individuals affected by SCF-3799-1. 


Addendum 3799-1: On 14/06/2017, Snow Containment 
Foundation researchers detected a large energy 
signature from a point exactly 500m above the former 
Site-799. Because of the apparent changes in the 
timeline caused by SCF-3799, it is theorised that [DATA 
REDACTED ON ORDER OF THE SNOW-5 COUNCIL]. 


Addendum 3799-2: Why are we even trying? It's up to 
44% now and it's only been a few weeks. How did this 
thing start? When did it start? What are we even still 
doing alive? 


Maybe we should just give up. Walk outside. Freeze 
ourselves. Maybe that is our only purpose. To become 
fuel. 


Addendum 3799-3: | don't think there are many of us 
left. There's only Site 112 and Site 3150 now. One of 
those houses small aircraft, and the other one is where | 
am. And everyone else here has walked outside. 


| don't understand what I'm reading. | don't know what 
any of these peoples and civilisations are. The human 
race has been contained within the sites forever. That's 
all there's ever been; the snowfall and the Foundation. 


What does this all mean? 


[This was the final document recovered from 
SCP-3799-1. Based on the contents, it is believed to 
have been written by SCP-3799-1 himself during the final 
hours of his life.] 


Item #: fucked if i can remember 


Object Class: apollyon or blizzard or white i don't even 
know anymore 


Special Containment Procedures: we're trying to stop 
it, and we think we know how 


Description: so it won't sodding stop. we tried 
everything. we tried sacrifice and ritual and setting things 
on it and they all died. we've got nothing left. but we 
worked it out in the end and now i'm on the way to fix it. 


there's this point that's miles and miles up, and it's where 
this comes from. it's got some weird time shit in it, that's 
what that idiot kells and his mates kept doing in some old 
reality. and now it exists everywhere. it's an idea, an idea 
they made that's eating up the present and the past and 
everything. changing it. changing history. making 
everything boring and uniform and oh-so-fucking 
pretentious. 


and it was us who did this shit. we made it. they were 
trying to get rid of all the anomalies that ever were, to 
stop the world dying a new death every other day, have 
some quiet days back. but it didn't work. this is what kells 
did, all that time we turned a blind eye to him. they 
wanted a world where they didn't have to work for their 


supper. they wanted purity and they got purity, fuck it. 


i haven't got a fucking clue what was real before. all i 

know is that it didn't work, because that's not what life is. 
we're made of blood and mire and fucking and the sweet 
taste of wine, the scent of wheat in fields back home. life. 


this thing isn't life. this thing is free of our useless 
imperfections, some robot-thing using our heads to 
create its pretentious fucking "beauty". it can't write a 
poem 'cause it thinks art is all imagery and airy-fairy- 
fuckery. art is life. shakespeare grew hops, for fucks 
sake. we live and we die and we glory in that fucking 
creation, and this thing wants to take all that and chop it 
up and make it into a bunch of straight lines and 
calculus. 


well FUCK THAT. i'm going into it, into its source, where 
it first came from. i'm going to bleed myself into its belly 
and stop it from having ever worked. i'm going to pilot 
this craft into the heart of this thing, covering my eyes 
and skin, and then when i'm right in the belly i'll cut 
myself and give it what it hates. blood. lifestuff, full of fuel 
and waste. it'll hate that. it hates blood and mire. it won't 
be able to cope. all the changes, all the shit it's done in 
time and space will be cut off at the source. 


this is my last testament. i've got all the copies of this 
thing, all the iterations gathered up. i reached into the 
archives, into the places where the snow hadn't done its 
job properly, and took these ghosts. these voices of what 
once was, and now never was. i'll take them with me, 
and if i survive this ck-class shit, maybe someone'll find 
them. the world that was. the world that those fuckers 
created. 


remember us. 


Articles 3800-3899 


SCP-3800: Many Grandparents Ago 


Item #: SCP-3800 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3800 is contained at 
Site-93, located near the Eurasian Pole of Inaccessibility in Xinjiang, 
China. It is to be kept in a standard containment locker. 


Currently, a colony of SCP-3800-11 is contained on a previously 
uninhabited archipelago (designated Outpost 3800, see Addendum) 
located at 26.412° S, 88.603° E. Hidden cameras have been 
installed at various locations on the Outpost to monitor and study the 
colony's activity. Currently, roughly 34% (4.5 kilometers) of the 
Outpost's landmass is covered in SCP-3800-1 structures. The 
colonization of Outpost 3800 is not expected to increase the range 
of SCP-3800 to dangerous levels. Testing held at Outpost 3800 of 
any kind must be approved by two Level 4 personnel. Additional 
SCP-3800-1 instances that manifest for any reason are to be 
tranquilized and transported to Outpost 3800. 


Emergency protocols to transport SCP-3800 to Lunar Outpost 45 
have been arranged, and will be enacted should SCP-3800's radius 
grow past 2500 km. 


Description: SCP-3800 is an oil & acrylic print of Shaun Tan@'s 
"They Came By Water" set in a wooden frame. It appears to be an 
original print; the title, artist signature, and identification number 
(283/500) are all present at the bottom of the print.