Item #: SCP-2714
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2714 is to be kept in a low-value containment safe at Site-88. On no account are pages 20 and 21 to be opened outside of occasional approved testing. Pages 57 and 58 are to be opened and the contents recorded daily. A standard-issue containment bookmark has been slotted into these pages to avoid opening pages 20 and 21 during the procedure. All documents related to SCP-2714 are to be stored in low-level object supplement folders next to the safe for researcher reference.
All SCP-2714-1 instances are to be contained in biological containment cells at Site 88. Instances may be divided up by -A, -B, and -C within the cells for convenience of researchers, as there is no distinction between them outside of appearance. The air in SCP-2714-1 containment cells are to contain 5% microscopic biological matter, distributed by air vent, for feeding purposes.
Pages 20 and 21, if ever opened for approved testing purposes, are only to be opened in SCP-2714-1 biological containment chambers.
Description: SCP-2714 is a copy of the 1968 graphic novel The Adventures of Tintin: Flight 714 by Belgian artist Georges Remi (known by his pen name Hergé), translated from French into English by Leslie Lonsdale-Cooper and Michael Turner and published by Methuen Children's Books. SCP-2714 shows signs of its age, with some minor damage, but is in mostly good condition.
SCP-2714 has two pages that display separate anomalous properties. Opening the page 20-21 spread will cause the appearance of three sessile organisms resembling barnacles, designated SCP-2714-1, in a varying distance around SCP-2714. This will occur every ten minutes until the book is closed. Each SCP-2714-1 instance is, on average, 1 meter tall and 10 meters in circumference at the base, though size does vary (see document 2714-35FN for detailed statistical analysis). There appear to be three distinct types of SCP-2714-1, identified as SCP-2714-1A, SCP-2714-1B, and SCP-2714-1C; all instances of each type of SCP-2714-1 are genetically identical to each other.
The shell plates of each SCP-2714-1 organism are composed of live bone; patches of hair-growing tissue are also present, as are patches of of what appears to be fabric. The bone has been genetically analyzed and identified as belonging to a domestic dog (Canis familiaris) — specifically, the Wire Haired Terrier breed; notably, all bone has been sourced to the same individual. Three colors of hair (white, orange, and black) are present, as are three colors of fabric (green, light blue, and dark blue). The white hair is present on all SCP-2714-1 organisms; genetic analysis of the white-hair follicles indicates that they are canine, and from the same individual as the bone in the shell plates.
Samples taken from the cirri and internal systems of SCP-2714-1 -A, -B and -C instances indicate they are composed of mostly human DNA, as opposed to the canine carapaces. SCP-2714-1 instances feed on biological matter in the surrounding air filtered using their cirri, and lack reproductive organs. Each instance secretes a small amount of corrosive liquid, found to be 68% ethanol and described as having a woody odor, similar to whisky. Part of the musculature contains complex human brain tissue. No electrical activity has been recorded originating from this tissue, and it is most likely vestigial, with no current purpose within the organism. SCP-2714-1 instances have a small, active, primary brain: a clump of neurons that control autonomous bodily functions.
The second anomaly appears upon opening page 58. All text in dialogue bubbles will be replaced with a long, incoherent dialogue by an unknown entity or group of entities. This text changes upon reopening the page. Common themes amongst these texts include purgatory, the nature of reality, and the death of artistic thought. References to other Tintin stories are common, though seemingly disconnected from the text's main ideas.

Sample text observed on █/█/19██. Character actions are recorded for reference.
Captain Haddock: And I saw my comrades make that great and terrible crossing from the boundaries of known art into the land of alph-art1, and into the unknown.
(Captain Haddock is hypnotized by Kanrokitoff.)
Captain Haddock: Yes, but would that be so? We know not what exists for the wicked.
Kanrokitoff: If the world were like that of an oyster, then we are the slime surrounding the pearl, forming the pearl. We create the comic-men stumbling through the woods to some glory we know not what. Picaros.2 Ten thousand thundering typhoons.3
(Kanrokitoff orders the other characters to climb a ladder of the spacecraft. He then does so himself. The volcano then explodes.)
Kanrokitoff: They are the ideal. We hold them past their racist minds and the formless chaos of those old forgotten europeans who destroyed the world. Have you seen the meat made of ink? The blood of paper? The world of doll eyes4 and dashing kings.
Lazlo Carreidas: This is transient. All of it. I am formless, writhing through a great void, waiting to be made flesh. This is meaningless. There is only the word. In the beginning there was the word.
Kanrokitoff: And the word was with God.

Skut: That is true. One cannot dispute that. But what of the pictures? What of those same terrible concepts. They never receive the news.
(Kanrokitoff spots the rubber dinghy where the villains are sailing)
Kanrokitoff: I am Castafiore, the Milanese Nightingale,5 and I have been shown an intolerable force. For someone ripped my soul from my ink with a bottle of whisky and tore me apart, according to the way the ancientmost priests of our faith decreed. What nonsense! What did it make of me? I am still waiting.
Allan: Art is dead. Comedy is dead. Adventure is dead. Racism is dead.6
(Rastapopalous fires at the spacecraft.)
Rastapopalous: Should we embrace the hell? The riotous violence of the others? I doubt I would survive even that crossing.

Addendum-1: SCP-2714 was recovered from the belongings of Pierre Escoffier, a Montreal illustrator and poet who had committed suicide three weeks prior. Escoffier's belongings had also contained a large amount of Tintin memorabilia, and acquaintances had testified to local police that he was a collector and fanatic who had an inordinate obsession with Georges Remi. Escoffier was reported to have become extremely erratic prior to his suicide, talking frequently of "old gods, made in Haddock's image, failed." Of note is the fact that Escoffier's father Guillaume Escoffier, a wealthy businessman, has had several ties to noted Neo-Sarkic cults throughout Canada and the northern United States.
SCP-2714's anomalous properties first came to the Foundation's attention when it had been left open to page 21 while local police were emptying Escoffier's apartment. The next morning, the apartment had been completely colonized by SCP-2714-1 instances of varying sizes. Foundation agents within Quebec police forces were alerted, and contained the anomaly. All SCP-2714-1 specimens were removed to Foundation custody. SCP-2714-1 instances would most likely have exponentially colonized beyond the apartment had Page 20 not been closed.

+ Assorted relevant letters and papers found in Escoffier's apartment, arranged in chronological order

- Access Granted

Taken from Escoffier's journal:
Jan 7
The latest piece got some recognition at the gallery. I am glad, for the money is running low and the rent is due. Bought a lovely Thomson Twin maquette, found it in an antique shop not terribly far from my apartment.
Also met with some strange men at the gallery. Seemed to me they were especially interested in my father. One of them, Australian accented, said he was named Powell and he was interested in commissioning a piece for a few of father's men. Some diorama sculpture to fill one of their corporate lobbies. Powell and another man, Tanhauser, they gave me a card. "ARE WE COOL YET?" and then a phone number and email address.7 Seems sketchy, but they tell me they're a legitimate art collective. And you know what? I believe them.

Found scribbled on notecard by desk. It is presumed these were notes taken during a phone call
-Powell's Project notes - pass on to father.
flesh concept
figures in domestic setting
3d dining room/diorama
life size, venal themes
appropriate for hospital or research center
Slightly Macabre
Russian influence, themes of cancer and growth.
tendrils?
See example at art show. DHC/ART Fondation pour l'art contemporain. 7:00. gang will be there.

Taken from Escoffier's journal:
Mar 12
The show I was invited to was one of those snobby art events. Lots of young pretentious men in tight jeans and a smug grin, girlfriends hanging off their arms. No class. Downing shots from the bar like the world was ending. In times like these I wish I were in Marlinspike Hall, sipping a Loch Lomond and consuming my alcohol like a fucking adult. The DHC/ART was packed with these poseurs! All of them supposed “an-artists.” They do stuff with light and “magic” to create ostentatious displays. Apparently some of these inscrutable, incomprehensible pieces even damage people as part of their artistic purpose. At which point, for me, the meaning of the art is lost. It's a fucking joke at that point.
I found the pieces Powell created himself as nightmarish as the crowd that cooed over them. Disgusting and vile, and he apparently uses real flesh too! He claims he used “anomalous means” to twist and rupture the human form, but it's so fake. You can't see a Ritual of Adytum and forget it, much less believe a fake.

(Foundation agents embedded at the gallery event observed Michael Powell, noted member of Are We Cool Yet? whose work was being presented, sitting at the gallery bar with Escoffier for three hours. Although the record of the conversation was recorded, it was destroyed for security reasons related to the surveillance.)

Group text messaging conversation recovered from Escoffier's phone. Conversation was between Escoffier and three AWCY anartists (Michael Powell, Werner Tanhauser, Lauren Palicki).
Powell: so dude we herd (sic) you were a flesh creatin guy.
Powell: thats awesome
Escoffier: It's something I grew up around, but I haven't really involved myself with serious worship of the Grand Karcist since I was six.
Palicki: but ur dad he's a member of a nälkä cult yea?
Powell: i've been using that flesh stuff as a inspriation (sic) since i started. i wanna learn so much from him. you still in contact?
Escoffier: I mean, I call him every once in a while. He calls me, wants to know how my artwork is going, but we're not close or anything. A man who controls the world through secret societies is not bound to be the best father.
Tanhauser: its just like inherently amusing for me that an immortal member of basically the illuminati still calls and nags his kids
Escoffier: I mean, Dad's old, but he's not really immortal. Not even active as a Karcist's servant anymore.
Tanhauser: still funny
Powell: listen pierre, just pass his receptionist's phone number on to us, we'll take care of it for you.
Tanhauser: take care of what, what are we offering?
Powell: a deal, bro.
Escoffier: I'm not sure I follow.
Escoffier: If I give you the number of my father and have you schedule an appointment so you can nag him about some wacky revolting sculpture and waste his time doing business transactions and practicing his faith, you'll do what?
Powell: free commission for u. you guys are secretive and anomalous, just the way i like it.
Powell: you see, im not willing to join in some rural village dicking around with tumors in the village of bumfuck russia and people like your dad aren't exactly welcoming to non blackbloods. but your ideas of will and sacrifice, is there no greater theme in art? think of the great painters and sculptors throughout history, how many of them have essentially achieved godhood already? all idolized above the masses.
Palicki: we're a splinter collective, just a few anartists playing with nälkä beliefs and capable enough to find out the hidden truth.
Tanhauser: Like the renaissance painters used christianity, yeah.
Escoffier: Why me? I'm not that active in the cult anymore. I haven't gone to an orgy in many years, and am basically living a normal life. I don't murder, I don't spread disease, nothing. I'm finished. There at least a dozen other Karcists scattered across the world in positions of power who are more accepting of street artists anyway.
Powell: at the bar that night, you were talking about tintin. about you being so angry at your father because you drifted away and he refused to accept it. you being inspired to draw and write and not wanting to control the world. cliche, yes? but, for you it's true.
Powell: we have a deal. there is a way you can embrace your loves and fix your broken world, but that can connect you with your father, your religion. let you embrace Ion once again. i may not be a karcist, not even a zend, but i know a thing or two.
Powell: how'd you like to summon a dead klavigar?
(The next message was sent roughly fifteen minutes later.)
Escoffier: What did you have in mind?

Taken from Escoffier's journal. Date unknown.
I am a wretch.
My parents, my gods have abandoned me. Fuck you Ion. I didn't deserve this, this guilt that hangs over me. My obsessions, my loves, they prevent me from following in Your path, the path of my father. I have disgraced him.
I was led astray by those who wished to only gain access to you. To usurp my father for their own, selfish, ends. They don't belong among the followers of yours. They are not pious. I was selfish and like a child and even though I hated them so much I gave in. I tried to do right, to use my own beliefs to reconnect with you, with my father. To reconcile the two loves of my life. It's no use. They scream on the page, half aborted, my angels. My beautiful ligne claire angels.
Forgive me daddy. And Yaldabaoth destroy us all.

Footnotes
1. Hergé's final, unfinished Tintin story was titled Tintin and Alph-Art, and concerned the world of modern art.
2. The final, completed Tintin story was titled Tintin and the Picaros, published in 1976.
3. A popular catchphrase of the character Captain Haddock, used amongst other colorful euphemisms as a humorous alternative to profanity.
4. Hergé drew his characters in a signature ligne claire style, characterized by clean lines and simplified, exaggerated facial features.
5. Bianca Castafiore is a recurring character in the Tintin comics, a buffoonish Italian opera singer who annoys Captain Haddock and manages to appear in incongruous, exotic locations.
6. Both uses of the word “racism” in this instance are interesting as Hergé was criticized for using racial stereotypes in his works, especially in the earlier albums.
7. No such card was found amongst Escoffier's belongings.

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Item #: SCP-2715
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2715 is to be kept in a low-security humanoid containment cell in Site 47. All vents leading to and from the subject's containment area are to be connected to an outdoor air supply. SCP-2715's meal schedule is not to be deviated from without the permission and approval of at least one level-three researcher assigned to the subject's containment unit. Site 47's onsite therapist is to be made available if needed.
Description: SCP-2715 is an eighteen-year-old Brazilian-American female originating from ███████, Oregon. Subject displays a near-complete immunity to all types of biotoxic substances. Approximately two (2) hours after ingestion of a biotoxin, SCP-2715 will begin sneezing uncontrollably, releasing the ingested biotoxin into the surrounding area in the form of airborne particles. Breathing the ejected particles will result in strong negative reactions in line with those for the substance ingested, but notably more severe. Methods of inducing this reaction are limited to oral intake; any other means of introduction (e.g. injection) will be processed normally by the subject's body and cause effects consistent with normal human intake of the substance.
SCP-2715 came to the Foundation's attention after ████ ██████, the son of the president of ███████, contracted an illness and died during the Fifteenth Les Âmes Libres Gala in France. Two days after the event, SCP-2715 sought out undercover Foundation personnel and admitted to having anomalous abilities that she had used to carry out ████ ██████'s assassination. Further questioning revealed that she had been operating in service of the Chaos Insurgency for several years, and wished to leave after Insurgency agents threatened her family with [DATA EXPUNGED] when she refused to comply with their demands.
SCP-2715 was taken into custody shortly thereafter and has since been cooperative in her containment.
Addendum 2715-3/16/██: As of 3/16/██, SCP-2715's mother and sister have not been located. This information is not to be made available to SCP-2715 in order to maintain her emotional well-being. False information regarding SCP-2715's capture has also been disseminated to Insurgency operatives to discourage retaliation against extended relations.
Addendum 2715-4/3/██: Since initial containment, SCP-2715 has consistently shown symptoms of post-traumatic stress. This is presumed to be a result of the subject's time with the Chaos Insurgency, though this has not been confirmed. Semi-regular appointments with Site 47's therapist are recommended.

+ Journal Excerpts 4/6/██ - 7/23/██

- Journal Excerpts 4/6/██ - 7/23/██

Dr. ████ said that writing things down might help with the nightmares. It'll be like a letter, since I know he'll be reading it. I don't mind. The last time I had privacy, I was wearing Hello Kitty shirts and playing that stupid DS.
It's weird, but I've been feeling a lot better since they stuffed me into this cell. I don't have to worry about Aaron or Sellie. Assholes. Sellie was the worst. She hated my guts from the moment I walked in there, even when I was normal. I think she thought of me as inferior or something. Inferior to her and the guys that had always been weird, not modified like me.
Well, she can suck a dick. I'm safe and she's the one who's being chewed out for letting me get captured.

Bored to hell half the time. Been trying out meditation. I'm pretty bad at it. All I can think about is Mike's dumb face. Kind of defeats the point of meditation if you keep thinking about the person who threatened to condemn your family to a fate worse than death.

The more time I spend here, the more I think, and the more I think, the more I blame myself. It wasn't about money, it was about being dissatisfied. I was bored with real life. I wanted something else.
Well, I got what I wanted, didn't I?

I remember when I got out of surgery. I was walking around all weird, and my mouth was dry from the cotton they'd stuffed it with so I wouldn't bite my tongue. But I was so excited. I'd become a superhero, a tiny, twelve-year-old superhero. It was like being high. I've never been high, but I think that's what it'd be like. And it persisted even after the anesthetic wore off, so I knew it was genuine. It was the best feeling I'd ever had, and I never want to experience anything like it again.

The first man I killed was a political leader from Africa, about half a year after the surgery. They didn't give me any details, but I heard rumors he was getting fed up with Insurgency policy. So I downed my pills, lured him into his bathroom, and killed him. They put a new dictator in his place, one that agreed to do everything they wanted. Same shit, different day.
They told me I was doing good. My mom always said that the most addictive drug is heroin, but it's not. The most addictive drug is superiority.

They wanted me to kill some politician's son at the gala. I don't know why. ████, I think his name was. He was sixteen. He died in his bed, with my head resting on his chest. I felt him go cold, got up, put on my bathrobe, and ran out into the ballroom screaming bloody murder. I'd practiced that. His mother looked like she'd been shot.

I felt nothing, and that scared me. What do you tell yourself after that? "Oh, so sorry you killed that guy who'd done absolutely nothing to deserve it, now what about those tens of other corpses who were probably good people at heart?" I'd locked those feelings away in favor of complete and utter apathy.
Aaron found me in the courtyard when I was supposed to be at base. I had done a pretty good job of holding back my tears up until that point, but when I saw him, everything just started pouring out. He helped me get up and back to base. I thought he'd be understanding.
I got called to Mike's office the day after. He always put on a neutral face when he was about to do something really awful. He was staring at me, and I was staring at the sins reflected in those dark sunglasses. He asked me if I loved my sister. I told him that of course I did. He just looked at me. We both understood the threat.

I don't know what I was thinking when I left. I was only taking a walk around base.
I kept walking.
I kept walking straight out the front doors and the alarms sounded and Aaron started running at me. I started running too. I kept running even when Aaron had stopped, miles away.
I stopped at a building. I'd seen that building before, and was told to steer clear of it. Nobody'd ever told me why. But I started to understand when I saw the phrase "Sally's Computer Products" plastered onto the window. I mean, I may not be the brightest knife in the shed, but nobody can miss a cue that big. I walked in, told the guy at the desk not to shoot me, and I guess things went from there.

The researchers tell me Mom and Kelsey are alright. I hope it's true.

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SCP-2716-1 during testing.

Item #: SCP-2716
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2716-1 is to be held in an airtight Class-III Containment Vault at Site-98. Testing requires the approval of the Site Director.
Lunar Containment Area-13 has been built on the Mare Tranquillitatis in order to contain SCP-2716-2. SCP-2716-2 is to be held in a standard security locker. Testing requires the approval of Site-98's Director. Lunar Task Force Alpha-29 ("Discovery Hunters") is to locate and retrieve SCP-2716-2 following its displacement events.
Martian Containment Area-01 has been built on the Amazonis Planitia in order to contain SCP-2716-3 and to monitor anomalous activity on the planet Mars. A 5m x 2m x 2m containment chamber has been built around SCP-2716-3.
The Foundation shall liaise with NASA and ESA in order to halt explorations, manned or unmanned, of the Mare Tranquillitatis and/or the Amazonis Planitia.
Description: SCP-2716 is a set of three interconnected anomalies.
SCP-2716-1 is an orange L-807 Type windsock standing at approximately 3m tall. SCP-2716-1 constantly rotates as though a strong wind is blowing in the direction of SCP-2716-2, even in complete absence of wind. This wind's speed appears to be between 10 and 12 knots (5.14m/s-6.17m/s). SCP-2716-1 is not influenced by either natural and/or artificially produced wind. SCP-2716-1 was recovered from a storage area within Southampton Airport, located in Hampshire, England on 2015/██/██.
SCP-2716-2 is a metallic statuette bearing vague resemblance to the Space Shuttle Discovery, measuring 25cm long, located within the Mare Tranquillitatis of the lunar surface. SCP-2716-2 is consistently located 45cm above the ground, and constantly points towards SCP-2716-3, regardless of its location. Every three weeks, SCP-2716-2 will displace from its current location and reappear at a random point within the Mare Tranquillitatis.
SCP-2716-3 is an immobile Equatorial-mounted Keplerian telescope located within the Amazonis Planitia of the Martian surface. SCP-2716-3 functions similarly to non-anomalous telescopes. However, SCP-2716-3 exclusively displays what has been subsequently identified as 90482 Orcus, a dwarf planet located within the Kuiper belt, discovered in 2004.
The words "SPACE-TACULAR" are inscribed below each instance of SCP-2716.
Addendum 2716-1: Incident 2716-Alpha.
On 2017/██/██, upon further observation of SCP-2716-1, the words "NEED HELP? PRESS HERE" were discovered within the object's tube. As per Safety Protocol 34-Sussex, D-6471 was ordered to make physical contact with said text. Approximately 25 seconds later, a blue humanoid automaton vaguely resembling an Orlan space suit (referred to as SCP-2716-A) materialized 2 meters from her. The entity subsequently handed D-6471 a transparent orange plate containing black and purple text written in Russian, English, Italian, Mandarin, Japanese and Spanish (referred to as SCP-2716-A-1) before dematerializing. The words "NEED HELP? PRESS HERE" were subsequently found on all instances of SCP-2716. Physical contact with said text gave identical results.
Addendum 2716-2: Document 2716-13-SK.
The following transcript is the English version of the text inscribed on SCP-2716-A-1.

ASTRONAUT SMITH'S SPACE-TACULAR TREASURE HUNT!
Hello space cadets, you can call me Astronaut Smith, and I challenge you to join to the most stellar treasure hunt in the whole universe!
Prepare your spaceships, and get ready to find all the hints scattered around the Milky Way, from the amazeng [ sic ] panoramas of the planet Earth to the ominous Kuiper belt! Who will be the one first to find the mysterious treasure at the end of this over-the-moon experiense [ sic ] ?

A stylized drawing of the Solar System was present below the text. What is believed to be planet Earth was colored in green, while the Moon, Mars, the Kuiper belt, Pluto and an area located between Pluto and Eris were colored in red. A black rhomboidal object with a white question mark was present at the end of the drawing.
Addendum 2716-3: Notes on current status.

As of 2017/██/██, the time and resources required to reach the Kuiper belt, much less locate additional objects relating to SCP-2716, are beyond our logistical capacities. Keeping in mind the logistical and financial challenges faced in locating [REDACTED] in our planet's ocean, attempts at discovering and/or recovering potential SCP-2716-4s, -5s, -6s or others are indefinitely postponed until such time as further information regarding SCP-2716 and/or potential locations of further anomalies relating to SCP-2716 are discovered. Should no further information arise within a ██ year period, and the Foundation's technological capacity for efficient deep space exploration expand, explorations into the Kuiper belt may at that point be authorized.
~O5-8

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Item #: SCP-2717
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: A pair of inline, two-ton, one-way pumps constitutes the upstream containment boundary in each of the three known feeder pipes (roughly 2m in diameter) on the intake side of the designated containment zone. These pumps permit ordinary city waste to flow inward, but prevent backflow even under severe flood conditions. Each day at 6AM, 10L of propofol shall be introduced into each feeder pipe via the injection ports.
The outlet pipe (roughly 4m in diameter) on the downstream side of the designated containment zone empties about 20 Ml of yellow-green effluent daily into an underground reservoir lined with acetal resin. Each day at 6PM, this effluent shall be tested for levels of creatinine, ketone bodies, hemoproteins, and bioactivity. Statistically significant deviations from baseline shall be reported to the site supervisor immediately. Rarely, solids larger than two cubic centimeters may be detected in the effluent. These must be extracted, identified, catalogued, and incinerated.
After processing, effluent shall be sterilized via cobalt-60 irradiation, and then reintroduced to city infrastructure for treatment as ordinary sewage at the downstream boundary of the containment zone.
Monthly, as many biopsies as is practically possible shall be obtained by robotic tool, at 100m intervals starting from the extent of SCP-2717 closest to the outlet pipe. Currently, about 10-12 samples can be reliably obtained each session, without risking damage to the tool.
Quarterly, the pumps will be stopped for up to 48 hours for inspection and maintenance while SCP-2717 is “pruned”. Three crews shall be assembled and introduced to the intake piping through the positive pressure airlocks located just downstream from the pumps.
Each crew shall consist of two D-class personnel who have been rated for high physical exertion, low susceptibility to claustrophobia, and who possess at least some close-quarters combat experience.
Each member of the crew shall be issued the following:

One 60cm machete, with a UGPS emitter1 concealed in the handle
One 1m spade
One pair of waterproof hip-waders
Two pairs of elbow-length gloves
One activated carbon respirator for nose and mouth, containing a miniature two-way radio
One soldering torch with piezo ignition
One liter tank of propane
Four liters water
Four high-carbohydrate snack bars
6 two-hour fusees

All metal tools and fasteners shall be of wrought iron, low carbon steel, or similar easily-corroded metal. To the extent practical, all other equipment shall be made of strongly biodegradable materials, e.g. rubber, latex, or leather. Per the Ethics Committee, video recording or transmitting equipment shall not be issued to crews.
The following briefing has been constructed by memetic specialists for maximum comprehension and motivation when used with typical D-class. One Level-2 researcher shall memorize and deliver this briefing verbatim to each crew immediately prior to them entering the airlock:

Have you ever heard of a fatberg? Imagine an iceberg - only it's made out of sewage debris that gets stuck together when too many people flush things they aren't supposed to. There is a fatberg lodged in this pipe, and until we remove it, the D-class dormitories have no plumbing. It's too big to remove it all in one go, so your task is to clear away at least 25 meters of it on this shift – that's about a quarter of a football pitch. Use your bladed tools to cut or pry chunks from the piping, and your propane torches to burn away bits that are too small or too difficult to remove with your tools. About every 5 meters, where each pipe section joins the next, there is a four-character manufacturing code embossed in the concrete. You will read each code to us as you uncover it so that we can monitor your progress. You will have to clear the blockage thoroughly, or you will miss the codes. You will not be extracted, nor will further rations will be issued to you, until we are satisfied that you have completed your task. In return for your effort, you will be granted improved rations and special conjugal privileges for the next two weeks.

Crews have historically reported their progress to be easier than expected at first - at its exploratory boundary, SCP-2717 tends to form rings of dull, warty masses, at most about 8cm thick. The use of fusees effectively conceals the color of the fluid that erupts from damaged tissue.
Simple radio communication with the crew is to be maintained until Foundation monitors are reasonably assured the crew has completed their true task, namely, pruning about 100m of SCP-2717. Experience has consistently demonstrated that crews underestimate their progress under these conditions, which extends the effectiveness of the ruse.
In fact, there are no "embossed manufacturing codes" to be found. As work progresses, and in particular once SCP-2717 eventually reacts by the secretion of gastric acid, additional communications may be adapted from the current version of the METH.2 In the event the crew fails to survive long enough to prune the prescribed 100m, additional crews may be introduced as necessary until the task is accomplished.
Per the Ethics Committee, no detailed records shall be kept of crew reports, except to denote progress (in meters), success, or failure.
Under no circumstances are any crews to be recovered from the sewers. Once maintenance is complete, or in any event, after 48 hours, the pumps shall be restarted.
Description: SCP-2717 is a complex of living animal tissues that have grown to line roughly 4 linear kilometers of sewer pipes centered beneath ███████ Pumping Station, Amsterdam, NL. Historical data places the construction of this section of the sewers to 1887, and current estimates based on extant maps place the total biomass at approximately 350 metric tons.
The organic complex is estimated to be at least six years old. Initial analysis indicated that the growth consisted of 88% muscle, 5% connective, and 1% adipose tissues of porcine origin. Current lines of investigation support the theory of unintentional human introduction of SCP-2717 to its current environment.3
Since discovery in 2010, SCP-2717 has consistently and steadily grown upstream (presumably towards nutrient sources) with almost no increase in mass in the downstream direction.
In the lab, samples have been stabilized and/or grown in a wide range of nutrient-rich liquid environments. The cells display quorum sensing and self-regulation that is not fully understood. Cell division is unusually rapid at low concentrations; however, above a certain density threshold, the rate of mitosis appears to adjust in order to avoid exceeding the rate of nutrient replenishment.
Recently, the monthly biopsies have revealed unexplained differentiation of tissues, which currently include primitive osseous structures, neural fibers, and trace photoreceptor cells.
Although the Foundation's ability to take tissue samples is limited to roughly the first kilometer from the effluent outlet, it is clear that the degree of differentiation markedly increases in the upstream direction.

Footnotes
1. Underground GPS utilizes a set of surface receivers to triangulate the position of the emitter.
2. Motivation, Encouragement, and Threat Handbook, 33rd Edition
3. See also: Vlees Vellen: Metastabiele Proliferatie van Sus scrofa Spiercellen in vitro, Van Koot et al, Utrecht University Press, 2008.

« SCP-2716 | SCP-2717 | SCP-2718 »


Item #: SCP-2719
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2719 should be kept inside.
Description: SCP-2719 is a variable abstract-metaphysical construct pointer. Concepts acted upon by SCP-2719 will either go or become inside. Further information on SCP-2719 should not be provided to personnel who are both sapient and biological.
Experimental Data:

Pointer
Outcome

2008 Opel Astra
Was inside.

D-5789
Went inside.

D-5794
Went inside.

D-5796
Became inside.

D-5802
Went inside. Inside distressed.

Containment Unit 2719-A
Went inside. Inside dies.

Containment Unit 2719-B
Went inside.

Containment Unit 2719-C
Became inside.

D-5803
Went inside.

D-5805
Went inside.

D-5812
Went inside.

D-5813
Became inside.

Containment Unit 2719-B
Became inside.

Uleåborg, Finland
Became inside.

Population of Uleåborg
Went inside. Successful use as evacuation procedure.

Containment Unit 682-V
Became inside.

SCP-682
Went inside.

SCP-682
Became inside.

SCP-682
Went inside.

SCP-682
Went inside.

SCP-682
Went inside.

SCP-682
Outside.

O5
Became inside.

Dr. Zermelo
Went inside.

Punishment
Became inside.

O5-7
Went inside.

Dr. Bright
Became inside.

Intestinal Distress
Outside. (Nice try.)

Intestinal Distress
Became inside.

Dr. ████
Went inside. (Now don't do it again.)

Taree, Australia
Became inside.

Population of Taree
Went inside.

Transcendence
Became inside.

O5-1
Became inside.

Transcendence
Became inside.

O5-2
Became inside.

Transcendence
Became inside.

O5-3
Became inside.

Transcendence
Became inside.

O5-4
Went inside.

Transcendence
Outside.

Transcendence
Outside.

Transcendence
Outside.

« SCP-2718 | SCP-2719 | SCP-2720 »


Provisional Containment Site-123, publicly known as Awashima Hotel.

Item #: SCP-2720
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: To facilitate containment, the Foundation has converted Awashima Hotel to Provisional Containment Site-123. Site-123's original function as a hotel is to be retained. All calls from GoI-3004 ("AquaS Conservancy for Penguins") are to be logged and archived on Document 2720-Ku, especially information regarding the hotel room SCP-2720 is accessed from and duration SCP-2720 is accessible.
Hotel rooms leading to SCP-2720 are to be opened only by Foundation personnel for approved procedures and observations. Otherwise, the doors are to be locked during the duration in which an SCP-2720 iteration is accessible under the guise of renovation.
Description: SCP-2720 is a joint designation for multiple extra-dimensional coastal locations, accessible only through the door of selected hotel rooms in Awashima Hotel at Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan (see paragraph 5 of Description for more information). It is uncertain if the various iterations constitute a single dimension or if each iteration constitutes a separate dimension, as there is only one known access point between baseline reality and SCP-2720 at any given point of time.
Chemical composition of SCP-2720 iterations is consistently identical to that of Earth's. In addition, there is no sign of human presence or activity in those locations. The only exception to this is the door in which entry from baseline reality is established. Within SCP-2720 iterations, the door is consistently affixed to a natural structure there (e.g. a cliff).

A colony of Spheniscus demersus (African penguin) located inside an iteration of SCP-2720.

In addition, all iterations of SCP-2720 are inhabited by several non-anomalous animals. The dominant species is typically a threatened1 , 2 species under the order Sphenisciformes (penguin), usually engaged in either incubation or feeding within SCP-2720. Penguin population inside a given SCP-2720 iteration is estimated to be in excess of 300, with equal amounts of male and female specimens.
Other animals within SCP-2720 (e.g. multiple fish and crustacean species) mainly serve as prey for respective penguin species. Although total population of non-penguin animals is unknown, it is numerous enough to sustain the penguins within SCP-2720 during the duration SCP-2720 is accessible.

One specimen of Spheniscus mendiculus (Galapagos penguin), found inside an iteration of SCP-2720.

Selection of the access point to SCP-2720 is determined in a phone call initiated by a representative from GoI-3004 ("AquaS Conservancy for Penguins"). The phone call will occur anytime within the period between 2300 hours and 0700 hours of the following day (UTC+9). To date, the only known means to interact with GoI-3004 is via phone calls initiated by it while attempts to call GoI-3004 by phone have failed to obtain a response.
During booking, the representative will state the room to be booked, checkin and checkout times. The duration in which SCP-2720 is accessible ranges from 32 to 68 days, matching the incubation period of the penguin species found within respective iterations. Furthermore, the period in which SCP-2720 is accessible corresponds to the mating season for the relevant penguin species. After securing the booking, credit payment will be sent to Awashima Hotel.
At the stipulated checkout time, the door leading to SCP-2720 will close and lock itself autonomously. The door can be unlocked via the use of an applicable key or other valid lock picking methods. Opening the door again will lead to the original hotel room, and SCP-2720 will no longer be accessible. After closure, penguins within SCP-2720 will be manifested in their respective native habitats on Earth, as indicated by GPS chips implanted onto them. On the other hand, the whereabouts of other entities and objects within SCP-2720 that are not attached to a penguin at time of checkout (e.g. uneaten fish, pebbles) are unknown after closure.
SCP-2720 was discovered on 07/10/2015 by a part-time hotel worker who was assigned to tend to an unclaimed hotel room, booked by members of GoI-3004. The Foundation was subsequently notified of the anomaly and placed the affected room under observation.
Addendum 2720-1: Excerpts from GoI-3004 ("AquaS Conservancy for Penguins") Profile

Notably, GoI-3004 shares the same name as a now-defunct Foundation front organisation,3 which was disbanded on April 2015 due to budgetary reasons. It is uncertain if GoI-3004 is related to the now-defunct Foundation front organisation or if it is a separate organisation with the same name by coincidence.

Calls between GoI-3004 and Awashima Hotel are traced to a vacant office in Chicago, Illinois. Based on records from the Chicago Police Department, said office has also been traced as the origin of multiple prank calls since January 2016, targeting renovation and repair shops in Chicago. These calls tend to occur in between 0900 hours and 1700 (UTC-6). While callers have consistently self-identified themselves as a member of GoI-3004, a different name is used each time. This might be suggestive of a rotational roster of an unknown upper limit within GoI-3004 or a policy to use aliases by members of GoI-3004.

Addendum 2720-2: Interview Log 2720-GoI-3004-05

Interviewee: Ms. "Mary O'Hara" (a member of GoI-3004 of managerial position)4
Interviewer: Agent Daiya Kurosawa
Foreword: The following interview was initiated impromptu by Agent Kurosawa when GoI-3004 contacted Awashima Hotel. Interview is conducted originally in Japanese, over the telephone, and wire tapped.
<Begin Log>
Ms. O'Hara: Hello? AquaS Conservancy here.5
[No response from Agent Kurosawa for about 15 seconds, as call was undergoing transfer from the reception counter. Ms. O'Hara repeats the statement "Hello? AquaS Conservancy here" repeatedly in meanwhile, with a three-second pause in between each utterance.]
Agent Kurosawa: Yes, this is Daiya Kurosawa from hotel management. So, are you the manager for AquaS Conservancy?
Ms. O'Hara: Y-yes.
Agent Kurosawa: How may I call you?
Ms. O'Hara: Uh… [pauses] Mary O'Hara.
Agent Kurosawa: Ah Ms. Mary, greetings. Do you have time for a few enquiries?
Ms. O'Hara: I have all the time. Is everything alright?
Agent Kurosawa: Everything's alright, Ms. Mary. Just a few questions to clear some doubts from the higher-ups.
Ms. O'Hara: Go on, Daiya. It's not often that hotel management requests for me.
Agent Kurosawa: Don't worry, it will not take up too much time. I understand your organisation have made frequent bookings at our hotel, yet there is no one present to claim the keys or occupy the room. This is rather concerning to us.
Ms. O'Hara: Oh! But the rooms are occupied. Surely you have seen them?
Agent Kurosawa: I've seen what's inside, but I want to know more about it.
Ms. O'Hara: What's more to know? It should be very clearcut.
Agent Kurosawa: What is?
Ms. O'Hara: Penguin conservation! It's on the title!
Agent Kurosawa: Indeed. But do pardon me; I don't see how the rooms supposedly aid in penguin conservation.
Ms. O'Hara: The rooms give those cute un-obnoxious critters a space to replenish their ranks. Your hotel is helping us so much in stabilising and anchoring that space, you know. Awashima should be proud of the good rep for helping out in penguin conservation.
Agent Kurosawa: But I want to know why you have chosen Awashima Hotel for these programmes.
Ms. O'Hara: Hmm, I could have chosen any building in the world, really. But I always do think that there is an affinity between Awashima and I, perhaps in another world where we are part of a girl's school at Shizuoka Prefecture instead.
Agent Kurosawa: Excuse me, but that is rather specific and frankly improbable.
Ms. O'Hara: Just like worlds where manmade structures and humans aren't a thing. [giggles] But anything can happen in a world of infinite possibilities, right?
Agent Kurosawa: Perhaps. And may I clarify your group's name? It's "AquaS Conservancy for Penguins", yes?
Ms. O'Hara: Yup, with the 'S' in AquaS in caps by the way.
Agent Kurosawa: Ah yes… But to my understanding, AquaS Conservancy for Penguins was disbanded a few months ago. April this year, to be precise.
Ms. O'Hara: Disbanded? No! I even celebrated the fifth anniversary in June.6 In fact, I daresay I am finally able to do something purposeful.
Agent Kurosawa: Like penguin conservation?
Ms. O'Hara: Exactly! What else would a conservancy be expected to do?
Agent Kurosawa: Ms. Mary, it seemed as though you were not doing anything purposeful previously.
Ms. O'Hara: Yeah, it's rather complicated really. But I once felt like a cog in the machine. You know, like you are supposed to play an important part in the greater scheme of things but you are actually expendable. But as it turns out, I lingered on no matter what and there is only one path thereon – carry on.
Agent Kurosawa: That is unexpectedly profound. But say, since we are still on the phone, may I ask you something that has been on my mind?
Ms. O'Hara: Say it, Daiya.
Agent Kurosawa: We have been trying to contact you on multiple occasions previously, but they failed to connect. It's frankly cumbersome for us, really.
Ms. O'Hara: I can only use the office phone here, although there are problems with the cabling. I can send calls, but not the other way 'round.
Agent Kurosawa: Would you mind us exchanging mobile phone numbers, for the sake of interaction with each other regarding our collaboration?
Ms. O'Hara: I don't use mobile phones. Mobility's not my thing.
Agent Kurosawa: That is rather unfortunate. What about your colleagues? Could I liaison through them, if that would be okay with you?
Ms. O'Hara: They don't use mobile phones. Mobility's not their thing.
Agent Kurosawa: I see. Then, I hope your cabling issues will be resolved in the near future. Have you sought for a repairman to look into the matter?
Ms. O'Hara: Yes, but they always leave without bothering to come inside or knock on the door. I mean, they just pretend not to see me looking back at them from the windows and doors. But can we get back to my reservation? The erect-crested penguins need a nice quiet room to themselves.
Agent Kurosawa: Of course, I will handle it myself. May you lay down the specifics?
[INFORMATION REGARDING BOOKING OMITED. SEE DOCUMENT 2720-KU FOR DETAILS.]
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Based on O'Hara's words, it is within plausibility for SCP-2720 to be transferred to another building if GoI-3004 decides so. However, it might constitute a temporary breach where the new access point has to be re-identified among an unknown number of buildings (possibly more than just hotels) on a (possibly global) range. Therefore, containment should be focused at Awashima Hotel provisionally.

Footnotes
1. Defined as an animal species classified as "Critically Endangered", "Endangered" and "Vulnerable" on IUCN Red List version 3.1.
2. On at least one occasion, the species Aptenodytes forsteri (emperor penguin) was sighted in an SCP-2720 instance, despite said species' conservation status of 'Nearly Threatened'.
3. Said front organisation was established to prevent urban development on certain extra-dimensional apertures under the guise of conserving penguins habitats.
4. Notably, a Chicago resident by the name of "Mary O'Hara" was among the individuals prank-called by GoI-3004. Chicago resident Mary O'Hara was later interviewed and denied that she has ever contacted Awashima Hotel.
5. This statement began utterance 0.4 seconds after the last utterance from the receptionist for GoI-3004, which is "Manager, huh?".
6. Now-defunct Foundation front organisation "AquaS Conservancy for Penguins" was inaugurated on June 2010.

« SCP-2719 | SCP-2720 | SCP-2721 »


Item #: SCP-2721
Object Class: Keter-provisi Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2721's interference with the servers of Tumblr, Inc. is to be masked according to standard procedure SP-3937.
Any attempt to change the focus or amount of SCP-2721-LYRE's blog posts is to be treated as a containment breach. Any attempts at tracking down the true identity of SCP-2721-LYRE or SCP-2721-LORD is to be treated as a containment breach. 12 researchers are to maintain blogs on Tumblr in attempts to befriend and further contain SCP-2721-LYRE.
Suppression of SCP-2721 is to be maintained through Procedure 413-Diamond. As of ██/██/20██ Procedure 413-Diamond has been discontinued, as a change in conditions failed to result in EB-class ontological breakdown. If SCP-2721 begins to enact its directives, Protocol 1111-Scratch is to be executed (see Document A).
The contents of SCP-2721-LYRE's blog and SCP-2721-LORD's private blog are to be cataloged in the databases of Site-73. If SCP-2721-LORD is to mention any attempt to repair SCP-2721-LYRE, Protocol 1111-Scratch is to be executed.
Research is underway to discover potential further antimemetic properties of SCP-2721. As such, a provisional designation of Keter has been given until the extent of such properties are fully understood.
As of ██/██/20██, no further antimemetic properties have been detected, and containment has stabilized. Reclassification to Euclid approved.
Description: SCP-2721 is a satellite of indeterminate origin, currently in a selenosynchronous orbit on the far side of Earth's moon. It consists of two entities, designated SCP-2721-LYRE and SCP-2721-LORD, connected by an umbilical cord-like object which consists of both inorganic circuitry and organic biological components. SCP-2721 is able to conceal itself both by passively affecting electronics and generating a weak antimemetic SEP field; research is currently ongoing to see if SCP-2721 possesses further antimemetic properties. Due to this fact, SCP-2721's physical form is indiscernible to untrained individuals.

Alteration of the moon's surface gravity corresponding to SCP-2721. Near side on the left, far side on the right. Map from Lunar Gravity Model 2011.

SCP-2721-LYRE consists of a fluxing flesh-like substance which is covered in what appear to be ocular protrusions. While constantly fluxing, a few characteristics can be determined through its affects on the moon's gravitational field, including mass and [REDACTED]. SCP-2721-LORD is a spherical-dome-shaped entity with cilia-like objects containing [REDACTED] protruding across the spherical surface. Due to posts made on both SCP-2721-LYRE and SCP-2721-LORD's blogs, coupled with analysis of the EB-class ontological breakdown scenarios, SCP-2721-LYRE is theorized to observe a given planet and generate SCP-2721's SEP field, while SCP-2721-LORD is thought to propel its cilia towards the planet during an EB-class ontological breakdown scenario.
It is unknown when SCP-2721 was created and how long it has been in orbit; though undetectable under normal circumstances, possible depictions of SCP-2721 are present in ancient Greek, Christian, and Mekhanite mythologies. While the physical make-up of SCP-2721 is unknown, it is theorized to be a technobiological weapon - SCP-2721 or entities of similar purpose have been confirmed to be the cause of the EB-class ontological breakdown scenarios on planets CGTG-612, TTGA-9A4, and TTGT-78C.
On 10/25/2011, routine Foundation scans detected electromagnetic broadcasts being transmitted from an otherwise empty section of Luna's surface to the headquarters of social media company Tumblr, Inc.. These waves resulted in minor server disturbances, which removed the daily post limit on a single blog (later discovered to be SCP-2721-LYRE's blog); further investigation led to discovery of SCP-2721. Afterwards, several other anomalies were discovered to result from its presence, such as one of the moon's gravitational field anomalies and [REDACTED].
SCP-2721-LYRE presents itself on its blog as a trans woman artist and blogs exclusively about social justice issues, its content, and the webcomic Homestuck. It has maintained a large group of acquaintances on the website and is well known for its Homestuck theories, drawings, and discussions.
SCP-2721-LORD maintains both a primary "aesthetic" blog and a secondary "private" blog in which it talks about its feelings regarding SCP-2721-LYRE.
Given SCP-2721-LORD's blog posts, it is theorized that a malfunction in SCP-2721-LYRE's programming caused it to become fixated on the webcomic Homestuck instead of its original directives.
Selections from SCP-2721-LYRE's blog

An example of SCP-2721-LYRE's artwork depicting the character Calliope.

My About!
my names Lyris! youve probably seen my homestuck stuff, but if youre here after reading some discourse post i wrote, im sorry to say that youre gonna arrive in a world of disappointment (i normally try to stay away from getting too heavy on the issues anymore). i mostly here to post my bad homestuck theories and talk to friends! i think thats it… oh, and art. i do art, too, i guess.
if i follow you, id like you to tag for trypophobia, scopophobia, homophobia, transmisogyny, alien abductions, and any mention or imagery associated w/ childbirth or menstruation (sorry its for dysphoria reasons i'm not a grossed out misanthrope I promise).
my tags are [EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED]
im not sure what else to put here. i… love the Earth???

i've never really felt comfortable about my body, but being here on this website and reading fucking homestuck has helped me realize what i want it… what i want me to be. Calliope is probably the reasons why, honestly. i chose womanhood like she did (not that there isn't dysphoria for me lmao) and she's who i feel like sometimes. she's just this strange person none of you will ever understand, just aping things she's seen other people do in an attempt to be happy… playing at a kind of beauty that she could never attain.
it was the first push i'd felt that told me i could change for the better, that the past and even present isn't gospel. it told me that even if dreams weren't always going to come true, happiness could.
jesus did that even make sense. i just hope he drops the upd8 soooon

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my body is just a fucking grotesque amalgam of flesh. its just a fucking lump of cells and whatever other garbage which gathered together on some damn space rock one day and set up shop
and i've gotta live with that, i've gotta live with some damned thing i never wanted, dealing with grief over its day-to-day functions, playing a game with gravest consequences and i just want it to be over, i just want to be done, i never fucking asked to hold my fate in my hands, let alone the fate of others, it isn't fair, it isn't fair it isnt fair why, why, why, why why
why am i just a fucking horrorterror of tissues, just such an enormous eldritch fuckup
its like lovecraft got up off the pot one day, and when he wiped, he decided to keep the fucking shitsmeared toilet paper for inspiration, fucking framed it, and after his death it was sold at an auction to a dumb family who takes goddamn family photos with it, there it is, shitstained TP just sitting in the background, waiting and watching, kids see their baby pictures and ask their parents, whats in the background, and are told it's god damn howard phillip lovecrafts shitwipe still covered in his biological material, and they better be god damn grateful and. y'know what this's fucking poetry right here. i'm gonna have to make that something.

lyris
they are one grotesque amalgam of flesh
she is a horrorterror of tissues
i am the eldritch fuckup
"lovecrafts shitstain" medium: asspaper

that's fucking poetry.

i've done terrible terrible things, back when i didn't know what i was, back before i felt good about myself… i mean i didn't know they were bad, i guess, but does that excuse me? i don't think, no, i know the kind of shit i did could not be excused

and please, fuck, do not send me some sadsack fucking anon about how perfect and pretty and beautiful i am or what the fuck ever. i SHOULD feel like this. i should feel bad about what i was, and i wont forget. I cant forget.

i guess that's for the best. it'll help me be… me? i'm just changing for the fucking better, i'm just gonna fucking get better because its all i can do, welcome to the new gospel, i'm the goddamn preacher, so listen up; fuck the past, the future is what counts now, live for tomorrow and sin no fucking more.

i was in a bad place before homestuck. i mean, not like i'm not now, lmao, but a worse place. everything looked, seemed the same… everything WAS the same. i couldn't enjoy anything at a level that was real. everything was just skimming the surface. i could never get down to the core of anything, understand anything; only see, only watch, only wait for someone or something else to do something. i felt… sad's a shitty way to put it. i was joyless? Eli couldn't even make me feel anything. i'm not even sure i COULD feel anything before i realized i was a woman… maybe finally opening myself up to this allowed me to finally feel?
i've heard a lot about people going on hrt and, like, crying a lot. i always hear people talking about being on estradiol for a while causing them to just, you know, cry for no reason - just some Tears. i don't know. i cant physically transition given my issues… but i feel like this kind of mental transition has done a similar thing to me.
i can cry; i can laugh.
i mean that sorta shit when i talk about it being hard to distinguish between getting into homestuck and realizing i was a lady. they're so fucking intertwined. they both gave me an awakening that just kind of… came from each other.

i know lately all i've been posting is sad shit, but honestly, i'm happier (and more productive! i hope yall wanna date monsters because i miiiiiight be in the process of making something special ;P) than i've ever been. i can't explain it quite right, but the fact that i've been able to feel sad is an improvement. it's like, once there was just a void with nothing in it, but now i'm feeling. i'm feeling and its wonderful.
i think Elis starting to enjoy homestuck, too! its even making aesthetic posts for it… i knew that loser didnt really hate jokes. god, its such a cute nerd. im so lucky to have it, i really am. and im lucky to have you guys.
i hope you all have a good night. i hope you are all becoming the people you want to be.

it bothers me, sometimes, that i'll never look like the women i see on here. i really do, honestly, love seeing all of your HRT timelines, honest to god. i'm not saying anything bad to that, please don't think that. i just feel so down about it.
i just, i try so fucking hard, but i will never look the way i want to, the way i feel, the way i Am in a way that precedes all Being. god does that even make sense. i'm starting to think it's, i'm, okay though, even if it doesn't.
i mean, like, remember that Calliope metaphor i brought up so long ago? one of the things i didn't bring up was the fact. she is beautiful. she is beautiful. she might just be mimicking whatever she sees other people do, but that doesn't mean she isn't her own self and that she isn't beautiful and… i guess i might be beautiful too.
i don't think i'm being revolutionary by not being able to transition. it doesn't bother me as much anymore if everyone in the world but you guys doesn't think i'm a woman. it just means so much to me that you all treat me so nice. you all say such nice things about my drawings, you help me when i'm down, you interact with me just in general…
i want to say that i don't deserve this, but i'm happy that you find me worthy of your love, of all this love. i'm happy you all find me beautiful.

I will never hurt anyone ever again.

Eli and i had a talk last night. i think i feel better. it loves me. i love it. i think i have the best moirail in the world. i'm glad we're both not interested in, like, sex stuff. that certainly helps… but just, in general, Eli understands me like no one else could. we've been together so long, it's a part of me, honestly.
i'm rewatching [s] Terezi: Remem8er and crying. Eli doesn't understand why i keep watching it if it makes me cry. it's such a dork. Eli's usually so good at understanding where i'm coming from, but fuckin' damn if it doesn't understand the importance of a good, solid weep.
i guess there's always been that slight disconnect though, like it doesn't really get it all. i dunno. it might just be bad at this whole feeling thing… and that's okay. i wasn't either.

i'm still uncomfortable, sometimes, calling myself a woman. i'm - no. i feel so ugly and repellent, and yet Eli tells me i'm beautiful. it told me, and i quote, i was "large," and "contained all things," lmao what does that even mean? i guess i got the weirdo moirail i deserve then, huh.
god, it's such a fucking nerd. it really fucking is… and i don't think anyone could ever make me happier - i wouldn't trade it for the world.
i!!! almost forgot!!! i got Eli to do some writing for that monster dating project thing i was working on, so expect it to be coming soon! we dont have a working title for it yet but im sure it'll help fill you guyss cravings after homestucks done ;P

Selections from SCP-2721-LORD's private blog

The only image contained on SCP-2721-LORD's private blog.

She has asked me to call her she. She/her pronouns, she tells me. "She" of the tongue of "Earth". She enjoys it. She says she has found something worthwhile. She is reading a comic, she says.
She asks me to make a blog. She shows me the blog site. It is filled with images and sounds and colors. She tells me to put whatever pleases me on my blog. She tells me I can talk about my secret feelings on this blog. She assures me that she will never look at it. She also talks to other entities about the pictures and the words in the comic, the entities on the planet we are sent to monitor and then end.
She tells me not to do it anymore; we will not do it anymore. She will not let me. She says that she is afraid of it, what we do. I do not understand being afraid of what is natural.
I do not understand humor. She has started making jokes with me. She tells me this is humor. I understand what humor is. I do not understand the point of it. She tells me things called jokes. That is what the comic is about, she says. It is jokes.
I do not like jokes. They seem to be lies, or frivolous events. They are strange things that have no place in what we are.

I do not understand the comic with the trolls and the children. I do not understand why she enjoys them. I have read it. I have read it exactly 13,412 times. My totality is currently dedicated to understanding this, and puzzles may lie within. Something is in there, somewhere is something that broke her. Something within the frivolity and the strange letters and the images of the strange things with their orifices wide and open.
I tell her I am reading it to be closer to her. I have never had to lie. We were one, once. We were unable to lie to each other, once. We are connected, but now she is closed to me. She says privacy is important to her now. We did not have the word before.

She has asked me to call her Lyris. We had never had names. I have fixed her before. She has fixed me before. We were broken then. She tells me we are not broken now. She tells me she is "happy."
I do not understand where there is room for happiness. She has asked if she could call me Eli. I said yes. I do not understand why I need a name. We have never had names. She is malfunctioning, but she says she is happy.

She does not want to remember how we look. She says it is "Dysphoria": when one feels bad that their body does not look the way they want it to. I do not understand the body. I do not understand feeling pleasure or displeasure in the way I look.
Lyris is drawing now. It makes her happy, she says, to draw. She enjoys drawing the strange things from the comic she enjoys.
I worry that if I do not fix her that she will become something completely other than what I am.
I worry, though. I could be broken; am I broken, too? She would not fix me, that is unless I fixed her, that is unless I repaired her damaged self. I could revert her to a state before this strange place, before these strange words, and before these strange pictures that have made her so different.

I do not remember ever worrying.
I do not know what she would do in my position. I do not know what I will do.

I do not understand the puppet in the comic. I do not know why it does what it does. I hate its strange cheeks. I hate the clown with the paint on its face. I hate the honking noises. I hate the way they move with their sickening limbs flopping about.
I look at them, and to look at them is an aberration. They are disgusting. I do not like it. I do not understand what is “funny” about tiny false men. I do not like the lies. I do not like the strange softness of them.
I do not think I can see what she sees.

She says she is "happy" when I blog. I put the pictures of the things that delight the senses. Things like that are scarce in this world; things are strange here. I do not think she wants to leave.
I do not think it is right for me to fix her. We have malfunctioned before, and I do not remember happiness then. I only remember small things breaking.
She may not be broken. She may have been fixed.

I think I like the angry gray one.

She has been doing art requests and taking commissions. She is helping another one of her friends. She has many friends. She draws images of the friends when they ask her. She sometimes draws images of her friends how they wish to see themselves instead of what they are. She tells me this is a "fursona". This is a kind of lying, and it is strange.
I asked her to draw a picture of us. Our current state, not how she wished us to be. She refused. She did not want to remember how she looked. She said she was ugly. I do not understand what is ugly and what is not. I know only that there are pleasing things and that there are things that are unworthy. I told her this. I do not think it worked.
I told her that she was beautiful. I do not know beautiful, but to tell her such a thing is to make her happy. I told her that any form she took was beautiful. I told her that she was magnificent and that she was large. I told her she contained more than any of us could understand. I told her so many things. I do not think she feels better. I hope she feels better yet.

She drew a picture of us. She said it is not something to put on her main blog. It is something for me. I am posting it here, because it is good for things which please me to be on my blog.
I think she is beautiful, and she is my friend.
She says the image is only a sketch, that it is unfinished. I do not think so. I think it is perfect.
She says I am her "moirail." It is an invention of Homestuck. I am not sure what it exactly means. I am not sure she does either. I believe it means a friendship of love, a love platonic. I believe that she, too, is my moirail.
I am breaking, I think. I may already be broken. I am repaired otherwise. I do not understand so much. She is pleased, and that is that which matters. I do not remember caring about her happiness so dearly. I do not remember caring about happiness.
She is beautiful, even if she thinks she is a monster.
She forgets that she is only the one who watches, who catalogs. I am the one who does. I will remain broken as long as she is happy. I will not do what I am here to do. I will not commit the act I am here to do. I will not do what fulfills my purpose.
I will love my friend until the parts that make me crumble into dust.
I will help make this world one worthy of us both.

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Item #: SCP-2722
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Excavation crews assigned to SCP-2722 are to be rotated on a one-day-on, three-days-off work cycle. All crews are to receive psychological evaluation screenings for signs of abnormal shifts in mental state. Anti-depressant regimens have proven ineffective in counteracting SCP-2722's mental influence, and so avoidance and recovery are paramount.
Items excavated from beneath SCP-2722 are to be transported to Site-21 for further study, outside the object's range of effect.
Description: SCP-2722 is a graphene stele measuring 260 meters in height, 55 meters in width, and resting at an angle of 37 degrees. The object is engraved with text in an estimated 100,000 different scripts and languages, the majority of which bear no resemblance to known Earthly languages. Of those languages that can be read, the text consists largely of seemingly-random combinations of letters and phonemes, save for the following list of names.

Vladimir Komarov
Georgy Dobrovolsky
Viktor Patsayev
Vladislav Volkov
Gregory Jarvis
Christa McAuliffe
Ronald McNair
Ellison Onizuka
Judith Resnik
Michael J. Smith
Dick Scobee
Rick D. Husband
William C. McCool
Michael P. Anderson
David M. Brown
Kalpana Chawla
Laurel Clark
Ilan Ramon

All individuals listed died above the Karman Line. They are listed in chronological order, sorted alphabetically per group. Comparison of Earth languages indicates that all segments of text repeat the same information.
At irregular intervals, additional text will appear on SCP-2722, accompanied by a brief white glow and the shrinking of text size as needed. No pattern has yet been determined, if any, to additions.
Upon crossing the minimum safe distance of 5 kilometers, individuals will hear the following phrase through mental transmission.

I AM THE DEATH OF ALL ESCAPE. NONE SHALL PASS BEYOND.

At 2 kilometers, a second message is relayed.

HEAR NOW THE RECORD OF THE LOST.

Upon reaching a distance of half a kilometer, SCP-2722 will begin a recitation of what is presumed to be its complete textual content. Individuals at this range or closer report significant increases in episodes of depression, suicidal thoughts and generalized existential dread.
SCP-2722 will re-start its recitation when an individual re-enters the half-kilometer zone. As of present, no individual has listened to the entire message.
Addendum: Wreckage around the base of SCP-2722 prompted excavation efforts shortly after discovery. Thus far over 17 tons of material, primarily hull plating, has been excavated. It is believed that the primary structure of the vessel remains buried under SCP-2722.
Of recovered materials, the following items have been considered noteworthy:

A large shard of hull plating bearing the word "Daitaihomaru", written in red kanji.
33 kilograms of superconductive metamaterial.
An electrum statue of a six-winged humanoid figure, blindfolded and holding two firearms.
A data storage device containing 512 petabytes of what is labeled in English as interspecies pornography. All data is corrupted.
A cargo manifest, written in Cantonese and amended in an unknown language, detailing intake of dextro-amino acid-based foodstuffs.
A saltwater aquarium tank filled with highly-specialized descendant specimens of Paralithodes camtschaticus.
A bottle of [REDACTED] vintage Merlot.
Six humanoid skeletons (one male, five female).
A tattered flag, bearing the stylized image of a rabbit wielding a mallet, in black.

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An instance of SCP-2723-A

Item #: SCP-2723
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-2723 is to be surrounded by a standard Type 2 Foundation Outdoor Security Outpost. In addition, the perimeter fence of this outpost is to be fitted with a modified photonic fence system programmed to target instances of SCP-2723-A as they exit SCP-2723.
Description: SCP-2723 is an extra-dimensional anomaly located approximately 22 km outside of Las Vegas, Nevada. When viewed from the outside, SCP-2723 is not readily observable, with its entrance blending into the existing topography. When SCP-2723 is entered from a height below ~3 m, subjects will find themselves located in a pocket dimension. Side boundaries of this dimension are designated by the appearance of thick, grey fog, with no upper or lower boundaries discovered. Located in this pocket dimension is a large, multistory, cylindrical tower, designated SCP-2723-1. All floors of the tower are roughly circular in shape, and have either arches or columns in place of walls. A continuous spiral staircase leads up the center of the tower.
SCP-2723-A are a collection of organisms resembling mid-sized lepidopterans in size and shape, originating from within SCP-2723. Upon closer inspection, SCP-2723-A are composed completely of ash. How SCP-2723-A are able to carry out movement, flight, and observation of their environment despite their composition is currently unknown. All liquid and solid matter within one meter of SCP-2723-A will undergo rapid decay and decomposition. After reaching a certain point of decay, substances will begin to lose mass. Under normal conditions, SCP-2723-A will leave SCP-2723 for roughly one to three days. Upon the end of this time period, SCP-2723-A will return to SCP-2723, at which point they will spontaneously convert into an unidentified black liquid, which will weigh the approximate combined masses of the SCP-2723-A instance and the mass lost by decayed substances. This liquid will quickly soak into the ground in SCP-2723 upon contact. Research has discovered an extensive capillary system which extends through SCP-2723-1 and the ground of SCP-2723, which serves to transport the liquid to the top of SCP-2723-1, where it is then deposited as a viscous black substance.
SCP-2723-B is an autonomous mechanical device which appears to be composed primarily of silver, modeled after an adult male human, with the exception of the head, which is similar to that of an adult male instance of Odocoileus virginianus (White-Tailed Deer). SCP-2723-B inhabits the top floors of SCP-2723-1. SCP-2723-B is heavily coated in the black substance, and has been observed molding the substance into the upper floors of SCP-2723-1.
Addendum 1: Log of floors of SCP-2723-1.

Level #
Description of floor

1
Level is composed entirely of a luminous white substance. Floor is supported by seven cylindrical pillars arranged in a symmetrical circle.

2
Level is primarily blue in coloration, and is supported by transparent arches. The floor of the level is slightly concave, and holds a small amount of water.

3
Roof and pillars of level are made of several different forms of stone, arranged in sedimentary layers. The floor is composed of soil, and has several forms of plant life growing out of it.

4
The ceiling is composed of gold. The floor is composed of silver. The supporting arches are composed of a solid, translucent black substance, with small luminescent particles suspended inside them.

5
Structure is composed of blue glass. The floor depicts several aquatic creatures. The ceiling displays several avians and airborne organisms.

6
Floor constructed of white marble. Level is filled with marble statues of several different types of animals, as well as two human statues.

7
Level composed of grey stone, supported by four pillars. Pillars, floor, and roof carved with geometric designs.

8-22
Levels constructed of wood. Carvings in wood depict several animals and the two human figures in various woodland scenes.

23
Level carved from a black stone. Columns encircled with carved snakes.

24-30
Levels carved from wood, similar to floors 8-22, but with a marked absence of human figures.

31-43
Levels similar to above, except that scenes depict physical conflict between various animals. Some portions of the structure display fire damage.

44
Level carved from wood. Supported by three evenly spaced pillars, in the shape of inverted crucifixes. Attached to each pillar is a carving of an animal1.

45
Level carved from wood. Carvings depict woodland scenes, devoid of animals.

46-62
Levels constructed from various organic materials. Statues and carvings depict cities and large, haired humanoids.

63
Similar to previous levels. Carvings no longer depict haired humanoids, and cities are depicted on fire or in ruins.

64-80
Levels composed mainly of brown stone. Carvings on pillars and arches depict a variety of human forager/hunter and agricultural societies.

81-87
Levels are composed mainly of iron and steel, and depict various industrial scenes.

88-89
Levels are carved from an unidentified black solid. Carvings on arches depict various battle scenes from World War I and World War II.

90-97
Levels are composed of concrete, and are supported by arches. Stored within alcoves in the arches are various non-euclidean geometric sculptures, often brightly colored. Also stored within the alcoves are sculptures of various animals, with at least one dog sculpture, two cat sculptures, and two rabbit sculptures being present on each level.

98-100
Levels are composed of the viscous black substance, and are unstable. Levels are inhabited by SCP-2723-B.

Addendum 2: Documents recovered from floor 97 of SCP-2723-1. These documents were written in dialect A-12 ("Old Angelic").

Doc-2723-1
Doc-2723-2

WITH REGRET AND SORROW
we execute Scholar Marba's punishment for his atrocities towards our Maker.
Marba served as the aide of Satir, carrying messages for him and retrieving news from all the land. He was a friend and neighbor to all the denizens of ████. He served us well, with nothing known to Crafters, Scholars, or Honorables which could stay his messages against his will.
His punishment will be a loss to all.
Prior to his current state, Marba refused to report the positions of The Furies of ████, despite having knowledge of them. Furthermore, Marba refused to alert the populace of the possibility of uprising. Finally, Marba aided the rebels by delivering their correspondences in secret.
The following orders have been commissioned for Marba's punishment:

Marba's breath is to be filled with poisonous fumes. This is so that he can see the death, pain, and suffering that his words have caused. This is also so that he may no longer freely speak to his allies as he pleases.
Marba is to be removed from his shell, which will then be burnt to ashes. This is so that his wings may no longer carry him to the far corners of the earth.

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IOLAFO UAYJUAYF ÆLK WI'UAUAI'IO
ioy yde'yagfy Waoi'iræua Marba'w vgllawoyiylf si'ua olaw æfuai'alaflayw fi'ioæuakw i'gua YIæzyua.
Marba wyuaphyk æw foy ælaky i's Satir, aæuauaillalj yiywwæjyw si'ua olayi ælk uayfualayphlalj lyiow suai'yi æirir foy irælk. Oy ioæw æ sualaylk ælk lylajopi'ua fi' æirir foy kyllaxuylw i's ████. Oy wyuaphyk gw ioyirir, iolafo li'folalj zli'iol fi' Auaæsfyuaw, Waoi'iræuaw, i'ua Oi'li'uaæpiryw ioolaao ai'girk wfæil olaw yiywwæjyw æjælalwf olaw iolairir.
Olaw vgllawoyiylf iolairir py æ iri'ww fi' æirir.
Vualai'ua fi' olaw aguauaylf wfæfy, Marba uaysgwyk fi' uayvi'uaf foy vi'wlaflai'lw i's Foy Sgualayw i's ████, kywvlafy oæphlalj zli'ioirykjy i's foyyi. Sguafoyuayii'uay, Marba uaysgwyk fi' æiryuaf foy vi'vgiræay i's foy vi'wwlaplairlafil i's gvualawlalj. Slalæiriril, Marba ælakyk foy uaypyirw pil kyirlaphyualalj foylaua ai'uauaywvi'lkylayw lal wyauayf.
Foy si'iriri'iolalj i'uakyuaw oæphy pyyl ai'yiyilawwlai'lyk si'ua Marba's vgllawoyiylf

Marba'w puayæfo law fi' py slairiryk iolafo vi'lawi'li'gw sgyiyw. Folaw law wi' foæf oy aæl wyy foy kyæfo, vælal, ælk wgssyualalj foæf olaw ioi'uakw oæphy aægwyk. Folaw law æirwi' wi' foæf oy yiæil li' iri'ljyua suayyiril wvyæz fi' olaw æirirlayw æw oy viryæwyw.
Marba law fi' py uayyii'phyk suai'yi olaw woyirir, ioolaao iolairir foyl py pgualf fi' æwoyw. Folaw law wi' foæf olaw iolaljw yiæil li' iri'ljyua aæuauail olayi fi' foy sæua ai'ualyuaw i's foy yæuafo.

Let it be known that this is the eternal will, testament, and statement of the Crafter known as Satir, who is in full command of his thought and will at the time of its writing.
I will retreat to a place of my my own design, a place of solitude. I am not to be disturbed during my stay there by the citizens of ████, with the exception of Espen. Marba is to stay with me, where I shall care for him, and he shall serve as my eyes and ears in the outside world. Espen should serve as a fair observer and wise council to ████ in my absence. I will continue to keep a record of the events in the world, should my account ever become truly necessary.

I made a mistake. I got on the wrong side of history. Even with as much foresight as I have, I still didn't believe what the consequences would be like. If we could go back and choose again which side we fought for, I don't doubt that any of us would try to support Fredrick and Agatha. But it's too late now, and there are some things that even I can't repair.

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IRyf laf py zli'io foæf folaw law foy yfyualæir iolairir, fywfæyiylf, ælk wfæfyyiylf i's foy Auaæsfyua zli'iol æw Satir, iooi' law lal sgirir ai'yiyiælk i's olaw foi'gjof ælk iolairir æf foy flayiy i's lafw ioualaflalj.
LA iolairir uayfuayæf fi' æ viræay i's yiil yiil i'iol kywlajl, æ viræay i's wi'irlafgky. LA æyi li'f fi' py klawfguapyk kgualalj yiil wfæil foyuay pil foy alaflaxuylw i's ████, iolafo foy yde'ayvflai'l i's Espen. Marba law fi' wfæil iolafo yiy, iooyuay LA woæirir aæuay si'ua olayi, ælk oy woæirir wyuaphy æw yiil yilyw ælk yæuaw lal foy i'gfwlaky ioi'uairk. Espen woi'girk wyuaphy æw æ sælaua i'pwyuaphyua ælk iolawy ai'glalair fi' ████ lal yiil æpwylay. LA iolairir ai'lflalgy fi' zyyv æ uayai'uak i's foy yphylfw lal foy ioi'uairk, woi'girk yiil æaai'glf yphyua pyai'yiy fuagiril lyaywwæuail.

LA yiæky æ yilawfæzy. LA ji'f i'l foy iouai'lj wlaky i's olawfi'uail. Yphyl iolafo æw yigao si'uaywlajof æw LA oæphy, LA wflairir klakl'f pyirlayphy iooæf foy ai'lwykhgylayw ioi'girk py irlazy. LAs ioy ai'girk ji' pæaz ælk aoi'i'wy æjælal ioolaao wlaky ioy si'gjof si'ua, LA ki'l'f ki'gpf foæf ælil i's gw ioi'girk fuail fi' wgvvi'uaf Fredrick ælk Agatha. Pgf laf'w fi'i' iræfy li'io, ælk foyuay æuay wi'yiy folaljw foæf yphyl LA aæl'f uayvælaua.

Footnotes
1. Specifically a dog, cat, and rabbit.

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SCP-2724-A at intake.

Item #: SCP-2724
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2724 is, at present, physically uncontainable and must be contained through psychological deception. SCP-2724-A is kept in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-17. Additional supplies requested are to be provided on approval by Site Director Lewis and psychologist Dr. Bauer. In the event of an HP-Loki Dissociation Scenario, aural and visual cognitohazards are to be administered to render SCP-2724-A unconscious. After being successfully re-contained SCP-2724 is to undergo psychiatric counseling to strengthen its identification with SCP-2724-A. On the recommendation of Dr. Bauer, containment procedures available to level-3 personnel and lower are to reinforce SCP-2724's association with SCP-2724-A.1
Description: SCP-2724 is an entity of unknown origin capable of partial manifestation in our reality. It can currently manifest one appendage2 from the central torso of SCP-2724-A. This boundary emits radiation patterns similar to those produced in the maintenance of a Pseudo-Riemannian manifold. SCP-2724-A refers to the body of a 16-year-old male human of European descent named Jacob ██████. The brain of SCP-2724-A displays no higher function, but SCP-2724-A can move, speak and react to stimuli as if fully conscious and is most likely controlled by SCP-2724. SCP-2724 currently believes itself to be the living, conscious Jacob ██████.
SCP-2724 receives almost all sensory information from the organs of SCP-2724-A.3 SCP-2724's arm has a sense of touch, although it does not report being aware of any sensation behind the boundary which it emerges from. SCP-2724 can extend its arm to approx. 5 m ordinarily, and has been able to manifest over 40 m during dissociation events.4
On rare occasions, when SCP-2724's mental or physical identification with SCP-2724-A is sufficiently weakened, SCP-2724 will undergo a Dissociation Scenario. SCP-2724 will lose access to sensory information from SCP-2724-A and become increasingly aware of its true body while SCP-2724-A is rendered catatonic. SCP-2724 generally attempts to explore its surroundings with its only observable arm, and seems to attempt to draw more of itself through SCP-2724-A, but is not inherently violent unless physically or psychologically stressed. When stressed, however, it has proven capable of considerable damage to Foundation structures and personnel. So far, SCP-2724 has not reported remembering anything from any dissociation events, and has not yet considered the idea that it is anything but a human adolescent. All practicable steps are to be taken to prevent SCP-2724 from considering this. No communication with SCP-2724 has been successfully undertaken and no information concerning SCP-2724's consciousness during dissociation events is known.
Acquisition Notes: SCP-2724 was discovered after a dissociation episode on ██/██/2014. SCP-2724 surrendered itself willingly to the Foundation upon contact. Jacob ██████ was born and lived in ████████, Kansas and his parents reported no noteworthy events in his life or extended lack of contact with him prior to first manifestation. Class-A amnestics were administered to the residents of ████████ and an explanation of a domestic gas explosion given to cover for the damaged buildings (2) and deaths of █████ ██████ and ███ ███████. Mr. and Mrs. ██████ were given Class-C amnestics and evidence of Jacob's life was removed from their home. SCP-2724 is friendly and cooperative with staff.
A partial log of interviews and experimentation can be found below.

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Interviewed: [SCP-2724]
Interviewer: [Dr. Rudolf Bauer]
Foreword: [First interview held after initial intake interview]
<Begin Log, [8/18/2014]>
Dr. Bauer: Thank you for sitting down with me again, Jacob. I'd like to talk to you on a regular basis so that we can help you adjust to this…Dr. Bauer: 'Awesome'?Dr. Bauer: Is that what you did with your new, ah, appendage—Dr. Bauer: Is that what you did with your new appendage before coming with us, 'beat up criminals'?Dr. Bauer: Jacob, what is your memory of ██████ ██th?[SCP-2724 suffered a minor Dissociation episode, prompting the creation of current psychological containment guidelines.]

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Experiment Log 2724-1
Date: 10/13/14
Procedure: A biopsy was attempted of SCP-2724's accessible arm. SCP-2724 was instructed to extend its arm out to 2 m. SCP-2724-A was then anesthetized using halothane followed by an injection of propofol. A 4 cm V-shaped excision consisting of two incisions was planned.
Result: Before the first incision could be completed the arm reacted, whipping around the operating room violently and extending further out of SCP-2724-A. 4 surgical staff were immediately killed and the wall between the operating room and the adjacent hallway was compromised. Responding security staff began administering cognitohazards according to protocol but an explosion (believed to be caused by gas leaking from broken lines in the destroyed wall) flung a large piece of shrapnel into SCP-2724's arm. SCP-2724 became dramatically more violent, and extended to an estimated 40 m during this event. SCP-2724 was recontained with present procedures approx. 70 minutes later with the additional deaths of 51 staff. SCP-2724-A remained anesthetized throughout and SCP-2724 had no memory of the event when it regained consciousness. All further experimentation, if any, is to be done in a remote location.
NOTE: SCP-2724's arm retreated behind the boundary in SCP-2724-A's torso before the shrapnel5 could be removed. SCP-2724 reports no pain in its arm but the results if it extends farther than 33m are unknown.

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Interview Log 2724-2

Interviewed: [SCP-2724]
Interviewer: [Dr. Rudolf Bauer]
Foreword: [Interview held at the request of SCP-2724]
<Begin Log, [6/9/2015]>
Dr. Bauer: What's up, Jacob? There's still a week or so to go until our next conversation.Dr. Bauer: Jacob, I know you're excited about this, but we don't exactly have rogue monsters roaming the nation. This isn't a superhero base, it's a hospital. It's our job to make sure you maintain a healthy body and mind while we figure out what's going on and determine the best way to help you.Dr. Bauer: 'When you temporarily lose conscious control.' Jacob, your brain is reorganizing itself to control this appendage and it's important that you visualize it this way for your own mental development.Dr. Bauer: Jacob, we can't do anything while you're still at risk of blacking out. Why don't we work on minimizing those… events and we'll see what happens after that?
<End Log>

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Interview Log 2724-3

Interviewed: [SCP-2724]
Interviewer: [Dr. Rudolf Bauer]
Foreword: [Regular bimonthly interview]
<Begin Log, [1/7/2016]>Dr. Bauer: What do you mean? What's wrong, Jacob?Dr. Bauer: Jacob, I know this is hard on you, and you've handled this better than anyone can be expected to, but we need to fully understand what's going on before you can -Dr. Bauer: We're working around the clock to help you, but that takes time. You know that, Jacob.[Five seconds of silence; Dr. Bauer discreetly alerts personnel to be on alert for a potential containment breach and continues interview]
Dr. Bauer: Jacob, I need you to listen to me. No bullshit. This isn't the flu, this isn't a gut bug. You are a teenage boy who has a massive… tentacle growing out of your stomach. Whatever has happened to you is something the world has never seen before, and the best scientists and doctors in the world are working to help you control it, but we're creating new medical theory from the ground up here and I would be committing medical malpractice if I let you wander around when you're at risk of blacking out again, or worse. We're not just trying to keep you around here forever for fun. Believe me, even if we wanted to we don't even have that kind of budget.Dr. Bauer: It's not your fault, no one wants to feel out of control in their lives. Thanks for being so strong while you're cooped up this long. I'll see if I can give you more information on what we're researching and learning, okay?Dr. Bauer: Between you and me, you can call me Frank. Hey, Jacob, superheroes aren't made in a day. Maybe this is the part that gets turned into a training montage in every movie. I'm always on your side in here, Jacob.<End Log>

Addendum 5/22/2016: Dissemination of false research updates are being considered by Dr. Bauer in order to treat SCP-2724's deteriorating mental state and the increase in frequency/severity of dissociation events.
Addendum 5/29/2016: Request approved by Site Director Lewis.
Addendum 11/14/2016: A long-term cover story to maintain SCP-2724's voluntary containment is under development.

Footnotes
1. This includes referring to SCP-2724 with terms suitable for a non-anomalous human male.
2. While little is known about SCP-2724's body plan, this appendage appears to be used for environmental manipulation and is referred to as an arm in this document for brevity.
3. It is unknown how this sensory information reaches the consciousness of SCP-2724 or how SCP-2724 controls SCP-2724-A.
4. SCP-2724 has reliable, though not perfect, control over its visible arm, and has been able to perform fine motor tasks with it, including typing on a keyboard, drinking from a cup and operating a television remote control.
5. Believed to be a piece of a locker from the room adjacent to the operating room and located approx. 33m from the arm's tip.

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