[D-BETA moves forward, climbing up the tree. 
After half a minute, he climbs up to one of the 
lower branches and pushes a pack to the 
ground. He then descends as D-ALPHA 
moves forward to pick it up and examine it.] 


D-BETA: (breathing heavy) There's some sort 
of — 


[D-ALPHA sifts through the pack's contents. It 
includes an empty canteen, an old pocket 
knife, and several rolled up candy-bar 
wrappers. One candy-bar remains; he tucks 
the pack under his shoulder and begins 
unwrapping it.] 


D-BETA: (breathing heavily) — some sort of 
carving, up there, in the — are you — you 
aren't seriously going to — 


[D-ALPHA finishes unwrapping the bar. He 
can be heard taking a bite.] 


D-BETA: Are you fucking with me? 
D-ALPHA: (spitting) Fuck. Tastes stale. 


D-BETA: You've got to be fucking with me. 
That looks like it came from the 1950s. 


[D-ALPHA throws the candy-bar into the 
pack.] What did you see? 


D-BETA: Some sort of — somebody carved 
their initials up there. 'A B'. 


D-ALPHA: That's it? 


D-BETA: Yeah. It looked like someone might 
have been hiding up there for a long while. 


D-ALPHA: In the tree branches? 


D-BETA: Yeah. 
D-ALPHA: Okay. Hey, doc? Are we — 


RADIO: Yes. You're done here, for now. Just 
come back the way you came. Bring the 
backpack, and as much of the tent as you can 
with you. 


D-ALPHA: Okay. Let's — 

[A distant yelling is heard.] 

D-BETA: (whispering) Shit. Shit. 

D-ALPHA: (whispering) Fuck. Doc, did you — 


RADIO: Yes. | heard that. Get b — (static) will 
(static) back t — (static) 


D-BETA: Fuck! 


[The camera swings to D-BETA, who is 
grasping his tether in one hand and the tree 
with the other. His tether is currently taut, 
extending down and into the fog.] 


D-ALPHA: Shit! Doc, is that — 
RADIO: (static) 


[D-BETA loses his grip on the tree. He is 
reeled in by the tether, stumbling to the 
ground. His body is dragged into the fog 
behind them.] 


D-BETA: (distant screaming) 
D-ALPHA: Shit! Shit! 


[D-ALPHA drops the backpack and frantically 
works to disengage his tether. Shortly after he 


does, the tether snaps out of his hands and 
vanishes back into the fog.] 


D-ALPHA: Shit! 


[D-ALPHA climbs up the tree, ascending to 
one of the thicker branches. The camera turns 
to look down; the surroundings are obscured 


by fog.] 


D-ALPHA: Shit. Uh. Hello? Can anyone hear 
me? 


[D-ALPHA remains still, watching the fog.] 
D-ALPHA: Shit. 


[Several minutes pass. It begins to grow 
significantly darker.] 


D-ALPHA: (whispering) Hello? 
RADIO: (static) — heard — (static) 


D-ALPHA: Oh thank God. Thank God. Doc, 
come back. Can you hear me? Thank God. 


RADIO: (static) 
D-ALPHA: Doc? Come back. Doc? 


RADIO: (static) — back the way you came — 
(static) 


D-ALPHA: Okay. Okay. Back the way | came? 


[D-ALPHA slowly climbs down the tree. He 
begins making his way down the path he came 
along.] 


D-ALPHA: Doc? You there? 


RADIO: (static) — coming in fine. You're clear 


to proceed. 


D-ALPHA: What happened to Beta? | saw him 
get reeled in by the tether. Is he — 


RADIO: Just come back the way you came. 


D-ALPHA: What happened? At least tell me if 
you reeled him in or not. 


RADIO: Keep moving forward. 
D-ALPHA: Fucking hell. 


[D-ALPHA continues to walk down the path for 
several more minutes. It is now growing 
significantly darker. Vision is obscured.] 


D-ALPHA: Am | getting close? 
RADIO: You're done here, for now. 


D-ALPHA: Just tell me if I'm getting close, 
doc. 


RADIO: Keep moving forward. 
D-ALPHA: Am | close? 

RADIO: Keep moving forward. 
D-ALPHA: You already said that. 
RADIO: You're done here, for now. 
D-ALPHA: You already said — oh. 
[D-ALPHA stops walking.] 


D-ALPHA: (whispering) Oh. Oh, fuck. Oh, 
fuck. 


RADIO: You're done here, for now. Just come 


back the way you came. 
D-ALPHA: (whispering) Who — who is — 


RADIO: Yes. You're done here, for now. Just 
come back the way you came. Bring the 
backpack, and as much of the tent as you can 
with you. 


D-ALPHA: (whispering) Shit shit shit — 


RADIO: You're done here, for now. Just come 
back — 


[There is a muffled popping sound as D- 
ALPHA pulls the radio's audio line out of the 
camera. He throws his ear-piece to the 
ground, then runs off the path and into the 
woods.] 


D-ALPHA: (breathing heavily) Fuck. Fuck. 


[D-ALPHA continues to run through the trees 
and fog for approximately two minutes. Ahead, 
there is a large shape looming.] 


D-ALPHA: (breathing heavily) Oh please, 
please — 


[D-ALPHA approaches the shape. It is a large 
two-story residence; a light can be seen from 
an attic window.] 


D-ALPHA: (breathing heavily) The fuck is — 
fucking — 


[Distant screaming.] 
D-ALPHA: (breathing heavily) Fuck. Fuck. 


[D-ALPHA moves to the front door. After 
several tries, he discovers it is locked. He 


begins banging on it.] 


D-ALPHA: Hey! Hey, is someone in there? 
Hey! Someone help me! Hey! 


[D-ALPHA continues banging on the door for 
another half-minute.] 


[A distant yelling is heard.] 
D-ALPHA: Somebody! Let me in! Let me — 
[The yelling grows louder.] 


[D-ALPHA leaves the door, circling the house 
frantically. He comes across the entrance of a 
storm cellar.] 


[The yelling grows louder.] 


[D-ALPHA grabs the double-doors and pulls. 
The doors open; a set of stairs lead down. A 
very faint yellow glow is visible from below.] 


[The yelling grows louder.] 


[D-ALPHA stumbles down the steps and into a 
hallway. The walls are caked in what appears 
to be tar; on the left wall, there is an electric 
lantern. A closed door is directly ahead.] 


D-ALPHA: (whispering, breathing heavily) 
Fuck fuck fuck fuck — 


[D-ALPHA moves quickly but cautiously down 
the tunnel. As he approaches, the yelling 
stops.] 


[D-ALPHA pauses.] 


[Scratching sounds are heard.] 


Footnotes 


D-ALPHA: (whispering) What is — oh, oh fuck 


[The scratching sounds stop. The door begins 
to open.] 


[END LOG] 


NOTE: Both D-52189 and D-91064's tethers 
were recovered with no one attached. 
D-52189's partially damaged camera was 
recovered on 25/03/1981 along the edge of 
SCP-3219. As of this date, both personnel 
remain missing. 


1. Fear of being buried alive. 


SCP-3220: Panopticon Il 


The sealed entrance shaft to SCP-3220 


Item #: SCP-3220 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: The shaft leading to SCP-3220 
has been filled with concrete. No further exploration or investigation 
into SCP-3220 is permitted at this time. 


Description: SCP-3220 is a large underground silo located 
underneath an abandoned warehouse on Hashima Island, Japan. It 
is accessible by way of a fifty-meter deep shaft under a hatch in the 
middle of the warehouse floor. A small metal placard bearing the 
words "Department of Abnormalities” in Japanese is bolted to the 
hatch. 


SCP-3220 extends just over one kilometer into the ground and is 
twenty meters in diameter. The structure is designed in a manner 
similar to a panopticon!. It possesses two hundred floors, each of 
which is five meters tall and consists of a circular balcony, three 
meters wide, that runs the circumference of the room. A large 
concrete tower in the center of the structure extends from the bottom 
floor to the height of the top floor; the topmost ten meters of the 
tower consist of opaque, one-way glass. No method of access into 
the tower has been found. 


Each floor of SCP-3220 contains cubic cells recessed into the walls; 
these cells are three meters to a side and are fully exposed to the 
rest of the structure. A semi-translucent panel in the back of each 
cell provides light. There is a drainage grate in the center of each 
cell; it is unknown where these grates drain to. 


All but one of the cells in SCP-3220 are occupied by a single 
humanoid sculpture made of painted concrete. All sculptures are 
located directly above the drainage grates in their cells and oriented 


to face the tower. Each sculpture constantly secretes an unknown 
dark red substance which drains into the grates. 


Addendum: Prior to SCP-3220 being sealed with concrete, a hatch 
was located on the bottom floor of the structure, which provided 
access to the tower's viewing room via a ladder. Inside the viewing 
room was a single human skeleton with a broken neck. 


Footnotes 

1. A type of institutional building that is designed in such a way that 
all persons inside the building can be observed by a single 
watchman, but themselves are unable to see the watchman or even 
determine if they are being watched at any given time. 


SCP-3221: Prester John the Unbroken 


Item #: SCP-3221 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3221 has been 
surrounded by a secure facility, and is to be guarded at all times. To 
observe Window events, and to provide warning of any Shatter 
events, constant video surveillance is to be maintained. 


All references to SCP-3221 and the incident known as the "Burning 
of the Tigris" are to be purged from the historical record or otherwise 
portrayed as a hoax. The Office for the Reclamation of Islamic 
Artifacts (ORIA) and its predeccessors have already suppressed the 
vast majority of surviving documentation and oral tradition 
concerning these, but the works of historians and archeologists 
focusing on the Seljuk and Khwarazmshah periods of Iranian history 
are to have their publications screened for any related information. 
Should any be found, their work will then be suppressed and 
amnesticization procedures implemented. 


The preexisting containment apparatus is to be maintained by 
members of MTF Stigma-9 ("Evolved from Naturally Occurring 
Gears, Levers and Pulleys") as well as Foundation thaumatologists 
familiar with Sarkic hemomancy.! Additional technological security 
measures have also been installed to supplement the originals, and 
are to be maintained or replaced as necessary. 


Should SCP-3221-2 breach containment, the facility and 
surrounding area are to be evacuated. Capture and re-containment 
of SCP-3221-2 is assigned jointly to MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") 
and a specialist detachment of no less than 6 members of MTF 
Omega-12 ("Achilles' Heels"). Any armed forces accompanying the 
subject are to be terminated. 


Description: SCP-3221 refers to a Class III inter-dimensional 


SCP-410 has successfully harvested error sustenance from and 
excreted corrections onto the following materials: 


« Paper 

* Cardboard 

« Wood 

* Ice 

* Human Skin (see Experiment 410-7.9) 
* Granite 

¢ Limestone 

¢ Marble 

* Steel 

* Aluminum 

¢ Titanium 

¢ Beta Carbon Nitride 


Proposed testing of SCP-410 with anomalous texts, including texts 
containing SCP-423, is currently pending review. 


Experiment 410-7.9: 


One (1) heavily-tattooed Class D exposed to one (1) constituent 
member of SCP-410. Class D staff member (hereafter "Subject D") 
possessed a prison-created tattoo with the words "Foerever Your's 
Babey" on her left forearm. 


15 seconds: Subject D secured in a motion-restricting harness and 
fitted with a pulse rate monitor. One (1) constituent member of 
SCP-410 removed from transport unit and placed on Subject D's left 
arm. 


49 seconds: SCP-410 begins circling the perimeter of the tattoo. 


122 seconds: SCP-410 begins consuming the tattoo's error, 
beginning with the first extraneous "e" in "Foerever". Subject D 
indicates an 8 on the NRS-11 pain scale. Pulse rate reaches 106. 


149 seconds: SCP-410 finishes consuming the first extraneous "e". 
It no longer appears on the subject, revealing a bare patch of slightly 
reddened skin. Subject D reports pain has ceased. Describes the 
pain "like putting my goddamn arm in a blender." Pulse rate 94. 


aperture located in an underground complex in the Gorno- 
Badakhshan Autonomous Region of Tajikistan. Direct access to the 
anomaly is prevented by an extensive array of clockwork-based 
para-technology supplemented by a large number of hemomantic 
seals and wards. 


When partially activated (an event hereafter referred to as a Window 
event), SCP-3221 serves as a visual window into another 
dimension, hereafter referred to as SCP-3221-1. Attempting to look 
into the aperture during a Window event will allow the viewer to see 
an apparently random part of SCP-3221-1. A full activation (an event 
hereafter referred to as a Shatter event) allows passage between 
SCP-3221-1 and the prime dimension. Window events appear to 
occur randomly; Shatter events appear to be deliberately caused by 
SCP-3221-2. 


SCP-3221-2 is an Olympia-class humanoid anomaly originally 
dating from the 5th century AD. Subject possesses reality altering 
abilities of unknown strength, and has undergone extensive bodily 
alterations resembling that of a Sarkic Karcist. In addition, large 
portions of SCP-3221-2's anatomy have been replaced with 
Mekhanite para-technology. 


References to SCP-3221 have been extant in literature since 1109 
CE, and all such references identify SCP-3221-1 with the Kingdom 
of Prester John, a mythical medieval kingdom of Nestorian 
Christians.2 Later historical analysis conducted following the 
anomaly's 1997 discovery identified the fifth century Hepthalite 
empire as a nation originally ruled by SCP-3221-2.3 


Inhabitants of SCP-3221-1 are adherents of a syncretic religion 
composed of elements of Sarkicism, Broken God Worship, and 
Gnostic Christianity. This faith is a highly idiosyncratic worship of 
SCP-3221-2 as a messianic figure of a dualistic godhead consisting 
of a manifestation of flesh and a manifestation of steel.4 
Theophagy® is emphasized as a means of apotheosis, and 
worshippers believe SCP-3221-2 will eventually consume both 
halves of the duality in order to ascend as God. 


SCP-3221-2 is believed to have been originally expelled to 
SCP-3221-1 following a joint action of Mekhanite and proto-sarkic 


cults in the fifth century AD. The only known Shatter event occurred 
sometime in the 12th century, following which a further alliance of 
Sarkics, Mekhanites, and a precursor to ORIA recontained the 
subject after decades of warfare. 


Below is a table of various anomalies viewed through SCP-3221's 
entrance during Window events. 


Date Observations 

08/09/1997 A large, green field. In the centre, 
a tall fountain can be observed. 
Two elderly men stand directly 
before it, facing SCP-3221's 
entrance. 

06/12/2001 A large stone cavern. A green 
substance seems to be pouring 
from the roof. Several precious 
stones can be seen to float to its 
surface. 

04/19/2002 SCP-3221-2 stands alone before 
an army of unknown origin. The 
soldiers attempt to attack the 
entity using pike and shot tactics 
common to 17th century Europe. 
All musket fire returns upon their 
own formations, and cross- 
shaped spires of bone rise among 
the ranks as the vision ends. 

25/12/2005 A river flowing through a desert, 
apparently composed of milk. 
Several pieces of honeycomb, as 
well as a large variety of precious 
stones, can be seen floating on 
the surface. 

17/03/2008 A large series of sand dunes, 
which appear to move and shift 
as if they were water. Several fish 
can be seen to be thrown out of 
the sand dunes before falling and 
being re-absorbed by the sand. 


01/05/2010 A large banqueting hall, 
appropriate for mid-13th century 
Europe. A large variety of guests 
appear to be eating human limbs 
from golden plates. 

05/10/2015 A figure dressed in priest's robes 
gives a sermon welcoming 10 
initiates into their faith. The 
initiates proceed to group into 
pairs, following which they 
ritualistically consume the flesh of 
their partner's left forearm. The 
left arms of all assembled are 
then amputated and replaced with 
clockwork limbs similar to those 
possessed by many Broken God 
worshippers.