Boris Vetrov: You’re getting ahead of yourself, Doctor. 
Back then, all it did was pull in matter and emit a snake. 
No distance, no target. For that matter, a much smaller 
snake. | never did understand precisely what those little 
Bolsheviks planned to do. Perhaps they intended to 
modify it further, or perhaps they had other artifacts and 
our agent leapt too soon. Modify it further... When first 
the revolutionaries found the snakestone, it was merely 
an artifact of some old Aztec cult. For celebrating the 
rebirth of the moon, or such. If anointed with oil or blood 
under the new moon, it would draw it in, and form a 
snake from the mouth of the statue. Smaller still — 


match the two | had already acquired. If Lord 
experienced half the travails acquiring these as | had my 
own, | owe the man an apology— even if it must be 
deferred until after | complete my own expedition. 


September 8, 1893: Success! Long study of these 
odious cults has born sweet fruit indeed. As | suspected, 
these stones are much more than primitive fetish objects 
for the worship of savages. The stories of their starborn 
origins, and the exotic nature of the material, told me that 
they were much more than that. Something in me finds it 
almost blasphemous that some ancient hand saw fit to 
defile such unique material by shaping it into such 
unclean geometries. 


November 12, 1893: The solution was within my grasp 
all along. The stones, when lit, show a negative potential, 
and when shaded, positive. A simple copper enclosure, 
tipped on one end with a mercury tube, can induce a 
current in the stone, more than enough to power itself 
and the surrounding mechanism. 


January 10, 1894: The workers have all left the cavern. 
The machine is complete. | will mount the stones today. 
Soon my feet will step beyond where anyone at the 
Explorer's Club, even Lord , could ever dream of 


going. 


January 30, 1894: Today | have opened a door beyond 
our universe! My study of a dozen perverse cults allowed 
me to divine the precise positioning of the stones. 
Savages chipped these otherworldly relics into a dim 
likeness of their gods, whereas I, Sir Bandon Lawhead- 
Smythe, shall walk across the threshold to greet them. 
Once | have completed writing this entry, | shall don my 
protective suit, pass through the locks into the airless 
interior of the vault where the black door awaits me. 
When | next write in this journal, | shall have traveled 
farther than any other man on the face of this Earth. 
Including the good Lord 


barely larger than your finger. 
Dr. Wilson: How do you know this? 


Boris Vetrov: From the poor revolutionary. Though we 
approved of the cause, the GRU got the information from 
him the same way as from any other. We were not kind, 
I’m certain. | much prefer your way. 


Dr. Wilson: I'd be inclined to agree. So, that’s what the 
thing did to start with? All right, if | had to guess, I’d say 
the thing started out as part of some ritual for Coatlicue. 
Probably something to do with her birthing of the Moon. 
Would make sense. She lost her head, and from the 
blood grew snakes. Same deal. 


Boris Vetrov: As you say. | do not know much of Aztec 
culture, nor did my partners. We learned enough of their 
pictographs to reach into and alter the web of the 
snakestone. Most of the groundwork was already laid by 
the revolutionaries. What we did was to add exclamation 
marks to their alterations, as it were. More matter, a 
more aggressive snake. From scratch, all we did was 
move the portal from the sculpted mouth to a location 
near the elected president of the American empire. 


Dr. Wilson: Hold on. From what | gather, the 
government tried to destroy it, but couldn't. You all had a 
way past that to add your carvings? 


Boris Vetrov: Ah, sorry. | was unclear. We did that as 
well, a general-practice runic reinforcement. Unrelated to 
the functioning. Simply there as a precaution if the US 
should succeed in snatching it from us, as indeed they 
did. You Yankees were always superb at burglary. 


Dr. Wilson: Actually, I’m Canadian. 
Boris Vetrov: You are? Good for you. 


Dr. Wilson: Er, thank you. So, is that it, then? From little 


ceremonial anomaly to moon-dwelling national security 
threat. 


Boris Vetrov: Our little snakestone, all grown up. 


Dr. Wilson: | believe that’s everything, then. Thank you 
very much for your cooperation, and, uh, here’s 
something for your coffee. 


Boris Vetrov: My pleasure, Doctor. | need no 
reimbursement; it is reward enough to be able to tell 
someone about this after all these years. Although, 
should you or the Americans ever manage to recover the 
snakestone, please, let me see it. | think | may be able to 
bypass our runic barrier. 


Dr. Wilson: Why would you do that? 


Boris Vetrov: When we crafted the snakestone, we 
were young and idealistic. We thought we could win the 
Cold War ourselves, decapitate the American empire. 
We thought we could be heroes. Simply put, today | 
realize that if the President were eaten by a giant snake 
from the moon, it would just be more trouble than it’s 
worth. Good day to you, Doctor. 


« SCP-2761 | SCP-2762 | SCP-2763 » 


SCP-2763: The Tragedy of SCP-2763, A Modern 
Euclid Tale 


ACT ONE, SCENE ONE, The Empty Cell. 

Curtain opens, the stage is dressed as a standard humanoid 
containment chamber, with amenities befitting such a place. On a 
bed at center stage sits our hero, SIR RICHARD GLOSTER, sitting 
forlornly and addressing the audience: 


GLOSTER: Here again | sit, here again you read. 
As long as you read, I'll sit, but longer 

than that | cannot stand, nor indeed can 

| sit. For you see, kind reader, that one 

cannot sit, or stand for that matter, if 

one cannot be. And so one, this one, in 
particular, cannot be if one is 

not read. My life is bound to this page here, 

| am not so much blood and bone and flesh 

as | am ink, and paper, and story. 


He turns, now speaking to himself more than the audience. 


It was not always so. No, once | was 
mortal. A playwright, even! Though not a 
very good one, I’m afraid. “So clumsy! 
So dreadfully long winded! So pompous!” 
None of my work was ever desired, 

none of it lasted longer than a week! 
Dozens of plays | published, and not one 
single word was remembered longer than 
a single pitiful fleeting fortnight. 


One night | could not take it any more. 

My razor | from my dresser grabbed, 

and opened my left wrist, with my closed right, 
that writing right which now wrote “FIN” in great 


red letters, upon my walls and clothing. 


| prayed, to every god and spirit 

and being | knew. | prayed that | be 
forgotten, purgéd from the whole wide world. 
That if ever again my name be heard, 

it be as the author of some great art, 
immortalized by my work, found sadly 
after my departure from this cruel coil. 

In hindsight perhaps | should have chosen 
my words more carefully, or perhaps not 
have said any at all, said not a word. 

Or indeed, should not have written any. 


He turns back to the crowd, speaking clearly to the audience. 


And so here | am. The cell you’ve put me 
in sits empty, aside from this lone tomb. 


He gestures to a bookcase, containing a single volume. 


This is my life and times, the tragedy 

of me. All that | am and ere shall be, 

all my self contained within these pages. 

| do not breathe, yet you convince yourselves 
| speak to you. | cannot move, save for 

as described in stage direction, yet 

you are determined to transport me 

and address me as if | stand in front 

of you. Even as you try to catalogue 

me as a specimen or experiment, 

you cannot help but write poems 

and flowery prose where you mean to scribe 
cold, unfeeling fact. My words flow and change 
through each reader, but my existence holds 
static. Cold and cruel. All my world's a stage. 


Fade to black. 


ACT ONE, SCENE TWO, Interview 
Lights come up on an interview room. On one side of the table sits 


GLOSTER, opposite him sits SENIOR RESEARCHER MARLOWE: 
MARLOWE: Good afternoon, Richard. 

GLOSTER: Good morrow, good Doctor. What brings you here? 
MARLOWE: | have a few more questions for you, if you don’t mind. 


GLOSTER: But of course! Though | find minding is not 
done by one whom in mind can only be. 


MARLOWE: Excuse me? 
GLOSTER: Nothing, Doctor. Carry on, if you will. 


MARLOWE: Right. As you know, we’re still puzzled as to where 
you've come from. Or when. As far as we can tell, you just turned up 
in one of our libraries a few weeks ago. Even more puzzling is your 
demeanor. You act and dress like a 16th-century nobleman, but 
your vocabulary is decidedly modern, albeit with a faux-Elizabethan 
affectation, and your dental work can’t possibly have been done 
earlier than 1970. Where are you from? A straight answer this time, 
please. 


GLOSTER: Well how can | answer such a question! 
Was | born at the time and place of Sir 

Richard Gloster? Or minutes ago at 

your desk as you began transcribing this 
exchange? Or was | born here and now, at 

your screen, as you now read this document? 


MARLOWE: What? Who are you taking to? | don’t understand. 


GLOSTER: Nor will you ever, I’m afraid. Art cannot 
possibly be apprehended by 

those who are not artists. Close the book, good 
Doctor. Forget me for the time being. 


MARLOWE begins to ask further questions, and GLOSTER 
answers, but the pair cannot be heard by the audience. The two 
continue the interview as the lights begin slowly dimming. Just 
before the stage is totally dark, GLOSTER faces the audience and 


bows slightly 
EPILOGUE, O5 Soliloquy 


A new character, O5-8 walks into spotlight and addresses the 
audience 


O5-8: If you are seeing this, then you may be beginning to grasp the 
nature of SCP-2763. At the moment, we're not sure how much 
control the entity has over what events are depicted in copies of A 
Play Written, but the text is clearly altered to reflect recent events, 
as evidenced by the fact that newer transcriptions are instead titled 
The Tragedy of SCP-2763, A Modern Euclid Tale. At the moment, 
the O5 council has determined that all written record of SCP-2763 
be sealed, and all copies of A Play Written in Foundation custody be 
stored in the Restricted Printed Memetics Library of Site-63. 

But bear it to that chamber; there he'll lie 

in that far archive shall Sir Richard die. 


He smirks to himself as the stage goes black. Curtain close. 
THE END 
« SCP-2762 | SCP-2763 | SCP-2764 » 


SCP-2764: The Eldritch Antarctic 


Item #: SCP-2764 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2764 is currently located 
in , Antarctica. All civilians are to be kept outside of a 150 km 
radius from the object. This radius is to be strictly monitored by 
Mobile Task Force Eta-5 ("Jaeger Bombers"), containment battalion 
4a. 


A perimeter has been established around a radius of 75 km from 
SCP-2764, and this perimeter is to be guarded by at least 10 guards 
per 25 km of the circumference at all times, totaling at a 190 guard 
minimum around the entire circumference. 


If any civilian is caught inside of the 150 km radius, they are to be 
brought in for questioning, and are to be administered Class-A or 
Class-B amnestics at the discretion of the on-site supervisor. The 
civilian in question will then be transported off site to their most 
recent dwelling. 


Should SCP-2764 suddenly "flicker" outside of the usual radius of 
25 km, a new perimeter is to be immediately established at the 
radius of 75 km, and this perimeter shall be held with the usual 
containment procedures until SCP-2764 returns to its usual position 
at Oreo ad . In the event that the creature "flickers" to a public 
location, all civilians are to be immediately evacuated and all known 
observers of the event will be taken in and administered Class-A 
amnestics. The area should then there on out be monitored for any 
traces of knowledge of SCP-2764 in the populace, and civilians 
suspected to have knowledge about the event are to be monitored 
very closely and eventually administered Class-B amnestics at the 
earliest convenience. 


Under absolutely no circumstances is any Foundation employee or 


civilian to approach closer than 30 km to the creature. If any person 
is found to have approached closer than this distance, they are to be 
detained immediately and questioned thoroughly. The person in 
question is to be given a thorough psychological evaluation, and is 
to then either be administered Class-A amnestics or to be 
terminated after the consideration of their evaluation. 


Description: SCP-2764 is a massive biological entity of unknown 
origin. Its height measures to be approximately 382 meters, and is 
estimated to weigh over 150,000 metric tons. The entity possesses 
between 75-85 (estimates vary) tentacular appendages extending 
from the ventral region of its body. It uses this mass of tendrils for 
both movement and simple utility actions such as picking objects up. 
The organism appears to move as if it were a quadrupedal animal; 
that is, the ventral cavity of its body faces the ground and the dorsal 
cavity faces the opposite direction. The organism also appears to 
have a cranial extrusion which is hypothesized to contain its brain, 
but there is no backing data for this, and the only organs visible on 
this 'head' are its eyes, of which it possesses four, two on each half 
of the facial region. 


Aside from SCP-2764's clear violation of the theoretical limit to a 
biological organism's size on Earth, its anomalous properties include 
the following: 


* SCP-2764 possesses the ability to telepathically 
communicate. The language in which it communicates is 
dependent on the listener. SCP-2764, however, does not 
appear to understand any messages it receives in response. 


* SCP-2764's size does not appear to follow Euclidian 
geometries; that is, one cannot distinguish the organism's true 
size based on simply looking at it, as the creature will often 
appear to be many times smaller or larger than estimates 
determine it to be. There is a 'critical zone’ which lies 
approximately 50 kilometers in diameter from SCP-2764. As 
an individual approaches the bound of this zone from the 
inside, SCP-2764 will appear to ‘blow up,’ or grow larger. 
Outside of this zone, SCP-2764 will begin to shrink as the 
distance from the edge of the critical zone grows larger. 


* SCP-2764's appendages appear to rapidly translocate 
themselves inexplicably. They will also transpose with each 
other's positions in space at very rapid intervals. Whether this 
has a relation to the previous anomaly mentioned is, as of yet, 
unknown. 


Lastly, and perhaps most noteworthy: SCP-2764's position will 
"flicker"! on occasion, though the frequency of this event is 
unknown, as it appears to occur on a completely unsystematic 
basis. The location of SCP-2764 has never "flickered" further 
than 25 km, and the object has always "flickered" back to its 
original location within 48 hours. 


Recovery Summary: SCP-2764 was discovered by civilian 

and his team during a detailed survey of the Antarctic terrain. 

observed the anomaly and noted its odd geometries, and then 
returned to base. He shared news of the occurrence to , who 
was the Foundation's investigative researcher in Antarctica at the 
time. immediately reported this to his superior officer, at which 
point Mobile Task Force Eta-5 ("Jaeger Bombers") was sent to the 
Antarctic base to administer amnestics to the local populace and 
secure a small perimeter around SCP-2764. The initial perimeter 
was too small, and Commander Mann, who was, at the time, the 
commander of MTF Eta-5, took it upon himself to investigate the odd 
creature. Mann's investigation is outlined in the investigative logs 
below. 


{+}Investigative Log, Day[1-3]