Act 3: This act takes place over an indefinite period of time following 
the events of Act 2 - somewhere around three to six months, give or 
take as needed for the purposes of story. 


Everything has gone wrong. The Foundation is on its back foot. 
Chaos Insurgency elements are openly attacking SCP Foundation 
facilities. Marshall, Carter, and Dark are rushing around snatching 
up everything they can find. The war of the paranormal has gone 
overt. 


The theme for Phase 3 is PROTECT. This is the Foundation's 
darkest hour. They are in a fight for their own survival. Some story 
ideas include: 


¢ Tempest Night 2: a massive-scale attack on multiple 
Foundation sites. 

¢ Pizzicato: Will the GOC join the overt war? And what will 
happen if they do? 


Act 3 is wide-open. Anyone can contribute a story to this metaplot. 
Go nuts. Refer to other stories. Let's build a world. 


This page here will serve as an index and reference for the Phase 3 
storyline, including a rough timeline and index by storyline. 


Finally: there is no "approved writers" list for Game Day Phase 3. 
Anyone and everyone should feel free to contribute to this as a 
writer: however, the normal rules for story deletion (deleted at -10 
votes) still apply. 


We now have a chatroom: #scpgameday on SynIRC 


Game Day Part 3: Synchronous by Roget 


Game Day Part 3: Synchronous 


Murphy stumbled through the darkened corridor, trying and 
somewhat succeeding at avoiding the debris that was strewn across 
the floor. Behind him, indistinct voices still called out, searching for 
more of his colleagues. Reaching the end of the hall, he began 
letting himself down the stairs, occasionally glancing over his 
shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. 


Goddamnit. They weren't supposed to be here. Site-77 was 
supposed to be one of the safe ones, the Insurgency was supposed 
to be more active in America. God damn it. But don't think about 
that, think about getting out, to the third floor. They have the evac 
there, and they're holding out. You're gonna make it Murphy, just 
calm down... 


As he reached the second floor landing, a curious thing happened. 
The PA system crackled on, and a voice began speaking. This was 
curious for two reasons. One, the power had long ago been 
extinguished, with hope for emergency power cut down shortly 
thereafter. Secondly, the voice on the PA was not a voice Murphy 
recognized from the site. 


Hello, Foundation personnel. Do not be alarmed. Will make you all 
safe soon, so in the meantime please enjoy some music. 


A lovely rendition of Led Zeppelin began to play. 


The was standing by the ruined stairwell, confused. Looked up to 
voice, and heard the singing begin. Say hello, make comfortable in 
new role. Do you remember us? 


Murphy bolted. There was something loose here, some skip. Shit. 
He'd been lucky so far, not running into anything dangerous or 
scary, but now that luck seemed to have run out. It was still behind 
him somewhere, probably chasing him. Shit, shit, just keep 
running... 


Approved. - O5-4. 


Footnotes 


1. Subsequently identified asRoman Holiday, 1953, Paramount 
Pictures, starring Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck 


« SCP-644 | SCP-645 | SCP-646 » 


It was at this moment that Murphy ran directly into a band member, 
smacking into it as he rounded the corner. Falling to the floor, he 
scrambled to the opposite wall and stared at it. The band member 
looked to be a woman, wearing blue and orange tassels with a white 
uniform. Over her shoulders was a drum. She began hitting it. 


Bum bum bum bum bumbumbum 


Murphy took off, once again fleeing through the second floor 
corridors. Each hallway he passed, he saw more members of the 
band. All playing instruments. The snare drum, the saxophone, the 
clarinet... he could hear the music. The children were singing. 


He could remember now. 
But it was wrong. 


This wasn't what he was supposed to remember. This wasn't a note, 
it wasn't anything, he had to get out of here. Murphy struggled to 
move his foot, but it felt lashed to the floor. He wasn't going 
anywhere. 


We see refuses, to see the music. Remembers, but doesn't believe 
in what can be done. The children, sweet like a sparrows call, do not 
bring closer but drives off, away from chorus. 


Murphy clenched his eyes shut. "What the fuck do you want from 
me?" 


We wish to bring the music? 

"No! | don't want your fuckin’ music, let me go!" 
Would refuse composition? 

"What? Yes, | refuse!" 

The composition will be less beautiful without... 
"| don't care! Please, let me go!" 


Rest. 


The force that had been holding Murphy back was suddenly let go, 
and he crashed forward, tumbling between debris and clutter. It had 
let him go. Why it had, or what it was going to do next, were 
secondary matters, because Murphy was free and he was leaving 
right now. 


Insurgents After Action Report 


During the cleanup of the second floor, we found a 
bunch of the staff members gathered in a test chamber, 
playing music like a marching band, obviously due to a 
Vertigo breaching. We got some guys in earmuffs to 
secure 'em. They were also singing something, sounded 
like some 70's music. | don't remember what it was, but 
I'll tell you when we do. 


Also, Shane was telling me we picked up one guy trying 
to go to the "evac point". We snatched and bagged him, 
shipped him to the area. Might be a good addition to the 
testing force, and if he protests y'all can just test stuff on 
him. 


~Wehrner 


Gloriana Alexylva Hub 


Gloriana Alexylva 


A Football Story in Nine Parts 
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Part One: Fourth and Long 
Part Two: Postgame 
Part Three: Coach Panagakos, Eldest and Most Revered 
Part Four: The Unforgiving Gridiron 
Part Five: Anima Ex Machina 
Part Six: TBA 

Part Seven: TBA 
Part Eight: TBA 
Part Nine: TBA 


Fourth and Long 


"Welcome back, sports fans! This is Hermes Evaristas, and with me 
as always is Eupraxia Kassandros. If you're just joining us, the score 
is 24-28, and we've reached the two-minute warning in the fourth 
quarter of what has been an electric game between our Alexylva 
University Visigoths, and the Macedonia State Warriors. Before we 
get back to the game, Eupraxia, | think the focus tonight has 
undoubtedly been the absolutely incredible play of Alexylva's 
sophomore quarterback, Cron Apostolou." 


"That's right, Herm. Listen, this kid has been on fire the entire night. 
He's gone 23/26, for 275 yards and two touchdowns, and just 
cannot be stopped. The Macedonia State defense is just perplexed 
out there right now, they've got no answers for him." 


"But let's also not forget the athleticism and magikcrafting of junior 
running back, JaMarcus Aurelius. He's rushed for nearly 150 yards 
tonight, highlighted by a 45 yard run for a touchdown, during which 
he managed to singlehandedly turn the entire Macedonia State 
secondary into toads. He really is something special." 


"Absolutely. If you didn't know better, you might not think that 
Aurelius was a walk-on here just three short years ago. Since then, 
he's been breaking records every season. Truly a force of nature out 
there." 


"Alexylva still has some concerns on the other side of the ball, 
though. We've allowed three touchdowns from Macedonia State's 
All-Universal tight end, Darius Lykos. Coach Panagakos, Eldest and 
Most Revered, will definitely have some work to do before next 
weekend's conference opener against the Yale Bulldogs." 


"Alright, and we're ready to get going. Ball is on Alexylva's own 19- 
yard line, first down, ten to go. Apostolou is back in the shotgun, two 
receivers wide to his left, Aurelius back. The ball is snapped... 
pressure coming from the right, and Aurelius has em with a hex! 


Apostolou cuts left, looks, looks, and he's got it away! The catch is 
by Nereus, with plenty for the first down, and now they're on the 31. 
Clock is ticking, though, and Coach Panagakos, Eldest and Most 
Revered, only has one time out left." 


"Here's where you have to be careful, Herm. When you're trying to 
get up the field fast like this, you don't want to make bone-headed 
mistakes and turn the football over. All you need is consistent play, 
steady progress, and maybe some heroics from our sophomore 
star." 


"Apostolou still in the gun, motions right, and now he's got a man 
over there. Looks like a little bit of shuffling on the defense, Aurelius 
moves left now. Snap is to Apostolou, who looks, looks, fires across 
the middle, and... no good. Couldn't find his man over there." 


"Looks like that was intended to be a short pass to lason, but he just 
couldn't get there. Unfortunate to see such a poor throw from a 
player who, for most of the afternoon, has been lights out with 
those." 


"Clock is stopped now at 1:42, Apostolou comes up under center 
now. He's bringing a man up right, second down, ten to go. Snap is 
up, and Apostolou has it! He's running right, now, and looks like he's 
going to try and hit the marker himself. Oooh, solid contact from the 
Macedonia State defensive end, Cron really took a hit on that one. 
Officials are coming out now, let's see if he got enough. They're 
measuring, measuring... and it looks like he has it! Just barely, but | 
think he's got it!" 


"Herm, that's the kind of drive you want to see in your quarterback. 
Makes a bad pass, but able to brush it off, keep his eyes on the 
prize, and keep moving forward." 


"Clock is ticking, we're down to 1:15. Apostolou is back, defense is 
showing blitz, and | don't know if he sees it. Snap is to Apostolou, 
and there's the handoff! Aurelius cuts left, cuts left, now he's making 
an endaround the line, and he's got space! He's at the fifty, forty- 
five, and he's dragged down at the Macedonia State forty-two yard 
line. Gods, can that kid fly. They've gotta move fast now, time is 
moving quickly. Apostolou runs up to the line, and he's got receivers 


flying now. Yes, you heard that right, the receivers have sprouted 
wings and have taken to the skies. Looks like Macedonia State is 
going to counter that with harpoons, so we'll see how this plays out. 
We're at :56, and the ball is snapped. Apostolou is looking, looking, 
has a man, and he fires, by Zeus what a throw! lason has it, and 
he's avoiding a harpoon, and now another, and looks like the safety 
is bringing a fireball, yes, yes he is. lason drops, and is he going to 
make the sideline? | don't think so. Good for a first down, though, 
and then some, we're going to be at the Macedonia State 29-yard 
line." 


"You really love to see hustle like that, Herm. lason saw the fireball 
coming, and gave it just a little extra to get the extra yards. Coaches 
have got to love that." 


"We're at :37 now, and Apostolou is looking at the sideline. This 
crowd is absolutely roaring here at the Alexylva University Nike 
Stadium. Clock is ticking, boys, let's get a move on here. | don't think 
Cron can hear the sideline! He's motioning, looks like he's going to 
run the play himself, and he does. Snap is to Apostolou, who hands 
it off to Kallias in the backfield. Kallias runs left, and is absolutely 
clobbered by those State linemen, he might even have lost a yard. 
That's not what you want to see there." 


"No it isn't, and | don't know if that was a designed play, or if they 
were just looking for something to keep moving, but that isn't at all 
what you need right here." 


"Apostolou has it again, and he's looking right. Second down, clock 
is at :25, and he lets one go... no good. Can't force a pass like that, 
Cron. It's gonna be third down, eleven to go, with :22 remaining on 
the game clock. Looks like they've got time for two, three more plays 
with that timeout in there, so we'll see what they do. Apostolou is 
back in the gun, two receivers left, one wide to the right. He's got 
Aurelius back with him, and it looks like the State defense is 
summoning an elder god on the 15-yard line. Is it... yes, it is Moa, 
God of Desolation. This throws a whole new hitch in things, 
Eupraxia." 


"Yeah, you can't really prepare for elder gods, Herm. Alexylva is just 
going to have to figure out how to get past this, and get into the end 


zone." 


"Apostolou, under center, he snaps the ball, and he has the handoff 
to- no, he's taking it left! Apostolou is looking left, and the State 
defense is crashing the line. Cron is stopped, and now... he's 
thrown it to Aurelius! Aurelius cuts right, and he's got some room, 
looking for the sideline. | don't know if he's gonna get it, and here 
comes Moa. No, | think he's been stopped just short, and now 
Coach Panagakos, Eldest and Most Revered, has called for 
Alexylva's final timeout. We've got :10 to go, fourth down, on 
Macedonia State's 20-yard line, one to go. | think Apostolou is going 
to have to be looking for the endzone on this play, Eupraxia." 


"That he is, Herm. With the addition of Moa, God of Desolation in 
the Macedonia State secondary, this is really starting to look grim for 
the young quarterback." 


"Alexylva breaks the huddle, and now it looks like they're going to 
line up in a four receiver set, three right, one to the left, Apostolou in 
the gun. It is absolutely chaos in here, folks, and it's all coming down 
to this. Apostolou is back, and he's motioning left. Looks like State is 
going to bring that blitz again, and Moa is just staring down the line 
now. Snap is up, and Apostolou has it! He's running right, and now 
we've got another hex on the field. Looks like a swamp plague, that'll 
trip em up. Cron is running now, he's at the 15, the 10, and here 
comes Moa! Apostolou cuts left, and there's another fireball! He 
ducks, slips a corner, and he's got room! Apostolou has one man to 
beat! He's just... he's got it! Cron Apostolou has got it! He's into the 
endzone! We've got all zeros on the clock, and Cron Apostolou, 
sophomore quarterback from Athens, Georgia, has put the game on 
his back and won one for Alexylva! What a game! What a play! 
They've got casters on the field, now, they're re-binding the elder 
god. Ramos comes in for the extra point, and it's good! Whistles 
have blown, that's the game! Final score, Alexylva University 
Visigoths 31, Macedonia State Warriors, 28." 


-A- 


Hub - Postgame 


Postgame 


Hail! Hail!, to old Alexylva! 
Bastion of the noble and the brave! 
Glory be to proud Alexylva! 
May her mighty banners raise! 


Cron Apostolou sat on a bleacher near the back of the locker room, 
quietly waiting his turn. He turned the game ball over in his hands 
once, then twice, studying every fiber of its design. His eyes 
telescoped in until he could see each individual strand of hardened 
leather. The inner workings of his auditory receptors tightened and 
contracted, as they listened into the next room. He could hear the 
sound of a crowd of reporters piping questions at his teammates, his 
coaches. It was almost his turn. 


Cron Apostolou hated postgame. As the thrill of the match wavered 
and washed away, he felt himself feeling alone in those echoing 
chambers beneath the stadium. His friends would revel in the 
camaraderie, the feeling of shared accomplishment, but he did not. 
Nor could he, not truly. His mental servos were designed for a 
number of very specific things, a vast number, but not an infinite 
number. Accomplishment was there, certainly, as was pride, but the 
feeling of togetherness one might experience after a match was lost 
on him.