tests have been encouraging on smaller subjects, 
and it might someday be an applicable piece of 
technology, but at this moment it is only considered 
a measure for very final attempts. Utilization of the 
device could make local reality unstable here, as 
well as wherever the device ends up. In other 
words, | hope you know what you're doing. 


Best of luck, 


Engineer 242 


Addendum 1730.5: Collected Data Logs 


+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/files/commlog1.log 


Dear Dr. Hadley (340), 


We have received your communication, and thank 
you for taking the time to contact us. We have 
considered your request, but at this time we cannot 
approve any transfers. If you are at Site-13, you 
are there because of your superb level of 
professionalism and aptitude in your profession, 
and we cannot afford to have you anywhere else. 
You may speak to your site pharmacist about an 
amnestic regimen if you like, but we will not allow 
you to transfer from Site-13. 


As for your concerns about Director Emerson's 
Mortuary Protocol, we understand your complaints. 
However, you must understand that anomalies, 
especially those classified as "humanoid", are not 
human beings. Human beings fall into a very 
specific category of non-anomalous lifeforms. 
Humanoid anomalies may appear to be human, 
but are simply "humanoid". As such, they are not 
entitled to the rights and privileges afforded to 


human beings by the Ethics Committee. 


Our job as researchers is to identify where 
anomalies come from, and then to identify how to 
best utilize those anomalies for the benefit of 
mankind. We are protectors, and we cannot protect 
unless we know everything there is to know about 
the threat at hand. Once we have learned what we 
can learn, we neutralize the threat. 


If you have any other questions, please do not 
hesitate to contact our offices. 


Sincerely, 
Peter Grenwald 


SCP Foundation Ethics Committee Chair 
Global Occult Coalition Ethics Board Head 


+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/files/3421 testlog.log 
Test Log 
Entity-3421 
Administrator: Dr. 1343 


Test Purpose: To identify Class VIII entity's 
ability to bend reality while exposed to 
dangerous conditions and to Scranton-Mollius 
Inhibitor Device. Use of SCP- _ to reanimate 
entity between tests. 


Test 1: Exposure to Temperature (-35C) 


Result: Entity loses energy, becomes less 
hostile. Extended exposure results in low 
external temperature and decay of skin layer. 


Entity expires after 1 hour of sustained 
exposure. 


Test 2: Exposure to Temperature (150C) 


Result: Entity quickly succumbs to heat 
stroke. Body shows signs of burning across all 
surfaces. Organ damage as a result of 
extreme temperature. Entity unable to change 
reality to save itself. 


Test 5: Submerge in Water 
Result: [DATA NOT FOUND] 


Notes: Water seems to interfere with 
Scranton-Mollius device. 


Test 13: Exposure to Electricity 


Result: Entity unable to save itself. Body no 
longer salvageable. Entity moved to body pit 
for incineration. 


+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/files/129comm1 .log 
To: Engineer 242 
From: Engineer 129 


Subject: Control of Hazardous Toxins In 
Reactor Core 


We're having some trouble controlling the 
waste backup in the pit. The runoff is 
supposed to be piped off-site, but it keeps 
getting sucked back up the air intake into the 
reactor. The stuff is seriously toxic; | don't want 
to send any of my guys in there to clean it up. 
Either we shut off the reactor long enough to 
go down there and clean it up by hand, or 
we're going to have a pretty serious issue here 


in a while. 
+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/files/terminationlog1.log 
[DATA NOT FOUND] 


Summary of Events: Entity showed 
unwillingness to submit to further testing, and 
as such was swiftly terminated by way of 
electrocution. Entity moved to body pit for 
incineration. 


Noting here that additional orders have come 
in from Director Emerson requesting a fullscale 
termination of the entire humanoid wing. 
Those will be processed at your convenience, 
and we can begin to empty out those floors. 


Sincerely, 
Dr. 790 
+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/files/unknownlog3.log 


[COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] has shown 
some tenacity, but will soon break under the 
mental pressure applied to it by the Orators. 
This is not uncommon; many entities arriving 
for their initial inspection will resist exposure to 
treatment in some way, but it cannot be 
sustained for the duration of their time here. 
Entity does have a particularly interesting 
effect on [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] 
which leads me to believe that we could 
repurpose that aspect of the entity by 
removing the face, neck, upper chest area and 
arms, and applying it to a Mark-XII using the 
[COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED}]. | will send 
this notice to Dr. 874 posthaste, and move 
forward with this project. 


Sincerely, 
Dr. 720 
+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/files/unknownlog12.log 
To: Dr. Hadley 
From: Engineer 242 


They took your blood leech boy down to the pit 
today. | made sure to alter his termination 
record accordingly, and made sure that output 
is still blocked up. | don't know what you've got 
planned for him, but that pit's pretty noxious 
now. It's not going to be good. 


+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/files/nadleyletter.log 


Director Emerson, 


Before we get started, let me just say that the 
number thing was always bullshit. If you want to 
properly dehumanize your researchers, you put 
them in cubicles. The numbers were a joke from 
the beginning. 


If you're reading this, then you're left with a 
decision. What did you think was going to happen, 
throwing the bodies of anomalies into that pit? Did 
you think that their being alive made them 
anomalous? Hell, being alive is the least 
anomalous part of our humanity. | thought you 
might've seen that, but then, things have changed. 


The containment breach was my fault, | won't lie to 
you. In my research, | had the pleasure of 
analyzing a young boy. His name was Elijah, he 
subsisted only on blood, and he could siphon it 
through others with his mouth, right through their 
skin. Like a leech. He had no mental capacity 


beyond two years, and yet, he deserved the same 
chance to live as the rest of us. He did not choose 
to be the way he was. 


Then you decided to have him burned, like the rest 
of them. 


So | modified his record. The fires of your pit won't 
have incinerated him, just agitated him. And that 
sludge that's been building up? I'm glad you cared 
to get it cleaned up. I'm sure you're glad too. It's 
pretty awful down there. 


Anyway, your decision. The containment breach 
was inevitable, and whether it was something that 
crawled out of the pit that did it or my hand ona 
button makes no difference. You have a choice to 
make; either stay your course and certainly be 
devoured by the creatures you have been torturing 
for the last fifteen years, or activate the Thresher 
device and hope it dumps you out in a more 
hospitable reality than your own. Either way, our 
world will be rid of you and your filth, and will be 
better for it. 


This is your death camp, Elliott. You made your 
bed, and now you get to die in it. 


Sincerely, 
Hadley 


P.S. | don't know if you even remember when this 
picture was taken, but I'm sure you'll recognize 
your own face. Amazing how much can change in 
just a few years, isn't it? All because you were 
chasing a promotion. Incredible. | hope it was 
worth it. 


Oh yeah, and if you decide you want to talk this 
out, I'll be down in the basement with Elijah. I've 


got a nice warm spot for him to get setup when he 
arrives. You've made sure there will be plenty of 
blood. 


Addendum 1730.6: Received Audio Transmission 


The following audio transmission was picked up on monitoring 
equipment on the morning of February 1st, 2016. The transmission, 
both speech and an encrypted signal that followed, has been 
repeating on a continuous loop since it was first detected. The 
contents of the transmission are accessible below. 


+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/files/0201 16audio.mp3 


[BEGIN TRANSMISSION] 
Hello, 


My name is Doctor Mohammad Scott, and! ama 
researcher within the SCP Foundation's Site-13 
Temporal Studies division. 


Myself and my team were abandoned within 
Site-13 during a recent catastrophic event, the full 
details of which we do not know. 


We are currently surrounded by hostile entities and 
other hazardous anomalies. Of the original thirty 
members of my team, only twelve remain. 


To any Foundation operatives listening on this 
channel, we are asking for assistance. Our 
supplies are dangerously low, as is our 
ammunition. Without aid, it is unlikely that we will 
last more than another month. 


Following this message will be an encrypted, 


adjusted VMS transmission, decipherable by 
standard 1980's Foundation technology. The 
information within that transmission will contain our 
location, as well as we can describe it. 


The transmission is wired by dead man's switch to 
myself, and will be played on a continuous loop 
until such time that | die. 


Please help us. Thank you. 
[ENCRYPTED INFORMATION] 
[END TRANSMISSION] 


Addendum 1730.7: Updated Exploration Memorandum 


In light of recent information gathered by Foundation surveillance 
teams, it has been deemed pertinent to once again send exploration 
and recovery teams into Site-13. By order of Overwatch Command, 
SCP-1730's containment procedures have been updated. Mobile 
Task Force Tau-5 ("Samsara") is currently under consideration for 
deployment. Details to follow. 


Addendum 1730.8: Exploration and Recovery Log Transcripts 


+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/exploration/log1.log 


Exploration Video Log Transcript 

Date: / / 

Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Apollo-3 
“Game Wardens” 

Subject: SCP-1730 

Team Lead: AP-3 Ross 

Team Members: AP-3 Houston / AP-3 Noah / AP-3 
Ohalo / AP-3 Vigo 


[BEGIN LOG] 

AP-3 Ross: Radio’s live. Everybody good? 
AP-3 Vigo: Hang on. 

SiteCommand: Sixty seconds to insertion. 
AP-3 Ross: Copy. Vigo, you good? 

AP-3 Vigo: Yeah, | got it. 

AP-3 Ross: We set? 

AP-3 Houston: We're good. 


AP-3 Ross: Alright, stay cool, keep your lights on, 
and if you see anything suspect, hit your visors? 
and give everyone else the heads up. Remember, 
the internal topography of this place is unstable, so 
there’s a pretty good chance we'll get separated. If 
we do, stay put until the place stabilizes, and 
somebody will come pick you up. Use your 
broadcasters if nobody is responding, and shoot 
anything that moves. (Pauses) Unless it’s one of 
us, probably. 


AP-3 Noah: Then definitely shoot. 
(Team laughs) 
SiteCommand: Thirty seconds to insertion. 


AP-3 Ross: Houston, you take lead. Our 
information suggests this entrance leads down a 
pretty long staircase, but there shouldn't be any 
other doors we encounter until we hit the bottom, 
so we should be more or less safe until we get 
there. Got it? 


AP-3 Houston: Got it. 


AP-3 Ross: Any other questions? Ohalo, you’re 
quiet back there. 


AP-3 Ohalo: I’m good, boss. 

AP-3 Ross: Alright, that’s what | want to hear. 
SiteCommand: Ten seconds to insertion. 
AP-3 Vigo: Here we go. 

Pause 


SiteCommand: Game Wardens, you are clear to 
begin operation. 


AP-3 Ross: Let’s roll. 


Team enters SCP-1730. As expected, initial 
interior space is a long descending staircase. AP-3 
Houston takes lead. 


Command: Team, we’re monitoring you from here, 
but let us know if you hear, see, or experience 
anything unexpected. 


AP-3 Ross: Copy. 


Team descends for three minutes. Interior of 
SCP-1730 is unlit, with the only luminescence 
coming from the shoulder-mounted lights of MTF 
AP-3. 


AP-3 Ross: How we looking? 


AP-3 Houston: Pretty good, we— (pauses) | see a 
door up here, on the landing. 


AP-3 Vigo: | see it. 


AP-3 Ross: Alright, that’s unfortunate. Ohalo, 
Noah, keep an eye on our backs when we pass it. 


Hang on. 


Team stops at the landing. AP-3 Houston tries the 
door, but it is locked. 


AP-3 Ohalo: There’s air blowing under the door 
here. See where the dust is kicked up? 


AP-3 Ross: Yeah. Vigo, let’s see that thermal 
camera. 


AP-3 Vigo: Alright, hang on. (Pauses) Here it is. 
10 second silence. 


AP-3 Ross: Yeah, no, | don’t [RADIO STATIC] not 
even going to begin to fuck with that. Let’s keep 


going. 


SiteCommand: Team Lead, you copy? Is 
everything alright? 


AP-3 Ross: Uh— yeah, we're good. Still 
descending. 


SiteCommand: Affirmative. Just got some static, 
wanted to make sure you were good. 


Team continues to descend for three more 
minutes. 


AP-3 Ohalo: Light, look. 


AP-3 Ross: Yeah, Command, there’s a light up 
ahead. Might be our exit. Eyes open. 


Team descends for two minutes. 
AP-3 Noah: Shit. 
AP-3 Vigo: Whoa, what the fuck is that— 


AP-3 Ross: Goddammit. Alright, Command, be 


advised that the bottom of this stairwell is just 
missing. | don’t know where the light we saw is 
coming from, but we go down about three more 
steps and we're in some sort of void. | don’t see a 
bottom to it. 


SiteCommand: Copy that. Hang tight, team, we’re 
taking a look at this. 


AP-3 Ohalo: What if we drop something in it? See 
how far down it goes? 


AP-3 Vigo: | mean | can see how far down it goes, 
and it sort of looks like forever. 


AP-3 Ohalo shrugs. 


SiteCommand: Game Wardens, go ahead and 
proceed back up. We'll see about another insertion 
point. 


AP-3 Houston: Dammit. 
AP-3 Ross: It’s alright, we'll just— 


AP-3 Vigo: Ross, look. It’s not a void, it’s a liquid. 
It’s just not reflecting light, like, at all. It’s pitch 
black. 


AP-3 Houston: Looks sort of like water. 


AP-3 Ross: Hang on. (Pauses) Yeah, we're not 
going to fuck with that either. Command, how far 
are we to the bottom of this stairwell? 


SiteCommand: One moment. (Si/ence) You’re 
about fifteen meters below where we expected the 
stairwell to end. 


AP-3 Ross: Stellar. The topography is off here. 
Let’s head back up a ways and see if we can find a 
different exit. 


SiteCommand: Team Lead, hold position for a 
moment. We’re trying to determine your location 
right now. 


AP-3 Noah: Hey chief. 

AP-3 Ross: Hold on. 

AP-3 Noah: No, look, it's— 

AP-3 Ross: Shut up, I’m— 

AP-3 Houston: Oh fuck, it’s rising. 

AP-3 Ross: Shit. Alright boys, time to go, fuck. 


Black liquid begins to quickly rise behind MTF 
AP-3. Team moves quickly up the stairwell in 
relative silence. 


AP-3 Vigo: It’s gaining on us, fuck, come on. 
AP-3 Houston: Jesus Christ, I— 

AP-3 Ohalo: Houston! Grab him, Ross, help! 
AP-3 Ross: Shit, don’t— 


AP-3 Houston: My legs, fuck, fuck, fuck, my legs, | 


AP-3 Noah: There’s another door up here! Hurry! 
AP-3 Ross: Hang on. 


Team enters door on the next landing. Door is 
slammed closed. 


AP-3 Noah: Holy Jesus what happened to his 
legs? 


AP-3 Ross: Shit, Houston, are you— 


AP-3 Houston: |... uh, wait. 
AP-3 Vigo: What? 


SiteCommand: What’s happening? Do you read 
us? 


AP-3 Ross: Yeah, sorry Command, that all 
happened quickly. Houston fell coming up the 
stairs and his legs got covered in that... stuff... and 
now they’re just gone. One clean cut, like they 
weren't there. 


AP-3 Houston: | can actually still feel them, guys. 
Like, (pauses) | can see they’re not there, but it 
doesn’t hurt, and | think | can stand up. 


AP-3 Ohalo: What the fuck. 


AP-3 Houston proceeds to stand up. He is missing 
his legs from his knees down, but appears to be 
floating, as if they were still there. AP-3 Vigo waves 
his hand underneath Houston’s legs, which passes 
through the space unimpeded. 


AP-3 Noah: Uh. 


AP-3 Ross: Alright, so there’s that. You aren't 
hurting, Houston? 


AP-3 Houston: Nothing feels different. 


AP-3 Ross: Ok. That’s fucking crazy. Command, 
do we know anything about this? 


SiteCommand: Negative.