Received by: Senior Agent J. Bvopfo, Site-747 Asset 


SCP-388: Ultimate Frisbee 


Item #: SCP-388 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-388 is to be kept ina 
locked safe in a room guarded by at least two (2) armed guards 
instructed to refuse access to any unauthorized personnel; use of 
lethal force is permitted to this end. 


Unless undergoing experimentation, SCP-388 is to remain outside 
the influence of any other SCPs demonstrating properties capable of 
modifying physical laws or drawing energy from unknown sources. 


Description: SCP-388 consists of a foldable nylon frisbee of the 
type commonly given away as promotional material, in this case 
bearing the logo of the Banana Boat Suntan Lotion corporation. 
SCP-388 appears to be immune to damage; during testing, it has 
been able to withstand high caliber rifle shots, immersion in high 
acidity baths, and sustained temperatures of 3500 °C. In all cases, it 
would spring back, unharmed, to its original shape. X-ray 
crystallography reveals the molecular structure of SCP-388 to be 
completely normal nylon supported by a ring of metal appearing to 
be aluminum. 


SCP-388 was discovered after witnesses in a local news report in 
the town of , Claimed a power line was downed by a UFO. 
Agents embedded with maintenance crews investigated, and found 
the concrete pole was sliced cleanly with no tool marks, prompting 
full investigation status. Aerial records obtained from NORAD and 
revealed no abnormalities such as [DATA EXPUNGED] 
typically associated with [DATA EXPUNGED]. The investigation was 
nearly terminated until agents posing as reporters interviewed the 
family, originally questioned in the news report, and their child 
mentioned the entire incident as being caused by a frisbee. Initially 
skeptical, efforts were nonetheless taken to verify this claim, with 


Recovery. 


Received on: 2011/09/25 


Excerpt of transcript from the audio testimony of H. 

C , cave surveyor working with the 

organisation. Interview conducted 2011/10/06 shortly 
after on-site Foundation intervention. 


[AUDIO BEGINS] 


H.C.: It was shrunken, like old wrapping paper. 
| heard Chris scream and drop his torch, and it 
hit the rocks and broke. Radio went wild at this 
point, guys on the surface asking what's going 
on, all | manage is that there's something 
down there. Something dead. Right left of 
where | was, | Knew there was another hole, 
and before | turned to look | could see a shape 
there too, something small and dry. 


H.C.: I've recovered dead cavers before, as 
part of the job. But this was different. They 
looked - well, they weren't human. Not yet, 
anyway. Too small, with skulls the wrong 
shape. And their fingers were wrong. They 
weren't fossils. They were flesh and bone - like 
they were recently dead. That was what 
started giving me the chills, | guess. | looked 
away, you know? Had to keep my wits. They 
were far too fresh. Unnaturally so. 


H.C.: So, the tunnel. The tunnel went straight 
on down for another, what, forty? Fifty metres? 
| couldn't tell from sight alone, but the 
torchbeam seemed to indicate as much. And 
over on the left and right, more of those little 
shelves just going all the way down into the 
dark. Chris, he lost his head by then, his lights 
were off and he was tugging at the rope, 


screaming, crying. Something about rotting, he 
said. Like a bucket of worms. He said he'd 
seen it with his eyes. | lost it too, and | 
screamed at him to shut it - and for a moment 
it was quiet except for the sound of rope 
against rock and the beeping of our comms. 
Then it hit me. 


H.C.: | didn't look down the tunnel too long. 
What | saw in that moment, | don't know how - 
paper-thin feet and legs and skulls, endlessly 
kicking, endlessly turning, as if they were small 
children dreaming a nightmare - | could feel all 
too well with my mind. It was obscene. It was 
buzzing, too, like flies. | looked away, because 
| was scared of what | might remember. 


[SUBJECT LAUGHS] 


H.C.: Considering | still remember it, it's not 
like that did me any good. 


[AUDIO ENDS] 


2011/10/10: Handover of site to Foundation front Satie Logistics 
completed. Satie Logistics conducts initial exploration and mapping, 
discovering that SCP-3100 extends far deeper into the mountain 
surface than indicated by surface GPR. On-site research team fully 
catalogues SCP-3100's anomalous effects. Psychological effects 
experienced by initial exploration team are explained as psychic 
feedback due to accessing non-selfed memories stored within 
SCP-3100 without prior conditioning. 


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Recovered entries dated 2011/10-2012/01 from the work 
journal of Dr. N. Coetzee. Dr. Coetzee worked as the 
assistant head of the SCP-3100 provisional research 
team during initial containment. 


We've given up on the cryoagents and vacuum 
seals. Today Maas finally managed to get 
some kind of scanning equipment down there. 
She says she improvised some kind of rig to 
stop them from moving so the scans could 
resolve. We sent them out twelve hours ago 
and now her boys back on site are saying what 
we suspect: the skulls and general skeletal 
distribution strongly imply some kind of 
Erectus precursor, but with smaller frames. 
Special attention's being paid to the hands, 
appearing more highly developed than 
expected - fingers are longer and less curved, 
while some of the scans indicate pronounced 
thumb pads, suggesting heavy use of 
dexterity. It's not often that they can make 
these kinds of pronouncements from soft 
tissue, so they're understandably excited. The 
camp is split between whether the holes are 
artificial or anomalous. Maas and | find 
ourselves leaning towards the latter, Occam 
be damned. Prehistoric stoneworking leaves 
its distinguishing marks, but the tombs' walls 
are smooth as marble. 


Earlier this morning we had to hoist out 
another one of the survey team. One of ours, 
this time. The man was strung out of his mind, 
lips pursed and teeth bared, clawing at the air 
in front of his eyes with his twisted fingers. He 
might have tried to speak - it was hard to tell 
from the sounds he made whether he was still 
conscious. Maas noted that he'd bent his 
thumbs back like they were broken. Psych 
sedated him, but his body continued to grasp 
and fidget like one of the corpses. He became 
calmer by nightfall, but Dr. Bruckner on site is 
still curious, so we're lifting him out first thing 
at dawn. 


The more we look, the more we're finding. 
Today the team found another unmapped 
branch and sent down a probe on a string. 
There were at least five dozen holes, all 
empty. This brings the total depth to about half 
a kilometre, still technically above ground 
level, and well within the expected limestone 
layer for the region. But even when we're 
down five hundred metres, the holes are all the 
same. It's driving me up the wall. 


Bruckner's interest appears to have been 
piqued. He came with a few of his department 
in the morning, with a few frozen samples and 
psychometric gear. Maas' team wasn't even 
cleared to be near it - though, as | later told 
her, | could make little sense of it anyway. The 
doc moves in circles both greater and stranger 
than ours. 


Six hundred metres. We were supposed to 
finish when build team had mapped the cave, 
but it just keeps getting deeper. Sometimes | 
dream of my body immersed in green water or 
dense rock, unable to even turn or shout. Or 
I'm climbing trees I've never known, limbs 
gripping onto dry bark with recurved thumbs, 
and in my head is an alien song. It's getting to 
me too, even if | don't show it - at the end of 
the day, the work has to be done. 


Bruckner's samples are at least a week old at 
this point - and we haven't smelled a thing. 
Interestingly, the mental haze seems to have 
eased as well - in its place is a lingering sense 
of "used"-ness, a calm that isn't my own. | 
don't know what he and his team are up to 
down there, but he tells me that he's only 
monitoring the situation. In fact, he seems to 
be as surprised as | am, and even a little 


pleased. Maas thinks it's funny, but | think it's 
scary. Few things please Bruckner, and the 
things that do are better left unmentioned. 


| think | Know what they have in mind. Can't 
say | look forward to being a part of it, but at 
least we're shipping out tomorrow. There's 
something on the horizon. 


2011/11/02: Drawing from previous documentation on similar 
projects, Dr. M. Bruckner's secondary research team designs a 
psychopharmaceutical regimen enabling individuals with sufficient 
mental resilience to interface with SCP-3100. 


2011/03 - 2011/12: Loss of key personnel due to unprecedented 
SCP-1718 escalation incident on 2011/02/02 leads to Overseer 
Council revisiting proposed personnel backup solutions. Fears of 
possible future escalation event leads O5-12 to attempt recovery of 
deceased key project researcher Dr. J. B. Hedley via any means 
possible. Subsequent investigation into SCP-3100 by the office of 
05-12 in December 2011 yields promising results. The use of 
SCP-3100 for such a purpose is jointly proposed by O5-1, O5-3 and 
05-12. Proposal is rejected at 4-9 votes. 


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Document-AMURTAT-I-01 
To whom it may concern, 


Marsh here. If you're reading this, welcome to 
the cave. It's quiet down here, but chances are 
you won't mind. We're old souls, you and |, 
and we need our peace. 


The organisation you and | know is built on the 
secrets that its people carry. Our job is to 
make sure that they don't take them to the 
grave. If you've been cleared for the logs, you 
probably have an idea of what that entails. 


Down here, we work for the dead - we speak 
for the dead - and when we have to, we put 
their thoughts to rest. 


This is something they don't like to mention to 
others. The people we keep down here don't 
have much of people left in them. If there's 
such a thing as an immortal soul, | haven't 
seen it yet. What's left down here are dust and 
echoes. These bodies don't feel or think much 
like we do, not any more. You have to 
understand, the cave doesn't bring them back 
to life. It just Keeps them from rightly dying. 


So each of us here has our own ways of 
dealing with this. For me, this is the only thing 
that lets them pass, in a way, once fate and 
necessity have chosen for them to stay on. 
They unselve themselves into me, and that 
becomes a kind of closure. Maybe this works 
for you. Or maybe you've seen enough of 
dying to find a level of yourself instead. That's 
fine, too. 


Above all, remember your duty. The 
Foundation needs its dead, and the dead need 
your tongues. Don't let them die a second 
time. 


Signed, 
Captain Joshua Marsh 
707-01 "DENKEEPERS" 
2012/02/28 
2012/01/15: The office of O5-12 begins construction of Area-707. 


Task Force 707 is formed with thirteen full-time members, led by 
senior field operative Joshua Marsh. 


2012/02/25: 05-12 unilaterally commences Project AMURTAT with 
trial stage of 32 applicants. 


Log date: 2012/03/04 
Task Force 707 Supply Log #2012/03/04-001 


¢ 60 x 5mL class-V mnestic autoinjector sachets 
(replenished weekly) 

¢ 60 x 5mL class-2 nootropic autoinjector sachets 
(replenished weekly) 

* 10 x six-pack of canned alcoholic beverage 
(replenished weekly, must be >5% ABV) 

* Condiments - monthly requisitions collated by 
Senior Agent Zhang Y. W. 

¢ Personnel medications (SSRIs, MAOIs) - see 
attached personnel medical manifest (approved 
conditionally; check counterindications with 
designated psychopharmceutic regimen) 

« Reading materials - monthly requisitions collated 
by Senior Operative J. Marsh 


We're live. | trust we're ready. This is too big to 
stop. - Senior Operative J. Marsh, Area-707 


2012/04/10: Trial stage is successful. Size of initial intake is planned 
to be 72 in total. Initial list of AMURTAT-eligible personnel is 
compiled, consisting of 150 individuals. 


Log date: 2012/05/14 
Communication Log #2012/05/14-001 
[AUDIO BEGINS] 


707-01: Marsh here. An update seems to be in 
order. New bodies are doing just fine, thank 
you for asking. We're a little on edge here after 
Julia dissociated on her last dive, so we've 
been trying to take it easy these last couple 


days. She's doing fine herself. Just needs a 
little more rest. It's just that without her, the 
memories just aren't flowing as they should. 
The spaces aren't as connected as before. 


707-01: There's thirteen of us for a reason. 
Thirteen ain't symmetrical, and it keeps us 
from overflooding. It's already hard for some of 
us to keep things straight. Most of us, we've 
been around. We got nothing against getting 
our hands dirty. But death in your hands is a 
whole different song when you've got the 
same death itself knocking around your skull. 
That's where the problems start. Nothing cut 
and dried, mind you, but a feeling like you're 
seeing down the wrong side of a camera, 
wrapped around and touched something you 
aren't supposed to. Like closin' an eerie circle, 
around hand and mind and all. 


707-01: Meantime, I've been familiarising 
myself with the folks here. First the two I'm 
assigned with, and then the rest, if they're 
willing. So far the fragments have been telling. 
It's not easy, finding a hole without a center, 
and working around that to get answers is 
tricky. But I've gotten some distance with the 
Hedley fellow - the scientist, working on that 
disc before it broke. Baby steps - half- 
memories of a lake. Dreams, a cool wine on a 
hot summer's day. Christmas at Site-06. From 
there it goes further back, and from there | can 
start to build. Seems like there's plenty of 
knowledge here - if | can work it out from 
scratch. He'll be remembered soon. 


707-01: See, by right it feels just like 
remembering, only a lot more wider. Different, 
more parallel. Grace was right - we sieve 
them, we pass them into ourselves, so that 


they can pass on out of themselves and into 
our minds. Given a lot of what we do in our 
organisation, | figure it's a refreshing change. 
Outside, they tell you to forget. Down here, we 
tell each other to remember. 


[AUDIO ENDS] 


2012/05/21: Commencement of initial intake of 49 individuals. 
Successful communication established with 92% of interred 
individuals. Successful validation of identity established with 61% of 
interred individuals. 


2012/06/23: Commencement of second intake of 183 individuals. 
Successful communication established with 95% of interred 
individuals. Successful validation of identity established with 75% of 
interred individuals. 


Log date: 2012/06/25 
Communication log #2012/06/25-001 
[AUDIO BEGINS] 


707-03: Zhang reporting. Thought you'd like to 
know. The pictures are on the way up. 


707-03: I've gone over whatever | managed to 
take. They're a little dark but they'll do. The 
bodies look almost similar to what was 
recovered by Maas and their team. They're a 
bit more broken up here, open fractures, neck 
wounds. And their fingers still bend back. | 
haven't dared to move them, so they're still 
here, but I've tried probing for them in my mind 
in my free time. If they're still in the holes, then 
it stands to reason that they should've been in 
our heads all along. How does one listen for a 
prehistoric mind? For memories separated by 
aeons? Before language, before rationality?