p of the local area. All right. How big is the town of Watson Lake? Does it say? Mullins takes the laminated paper map into her hands, unfurling it to read its contents. It's pretty small, population of about 790 people, only a relatively few streets in the town proper. Why do you ask? Mullins momentarily sets the map on the ground to close her mole and sling it around her shoulders. She then takes the map into her hands again. It's big for the area, definitely, but pretty small. It has a signpost far as the hospital, smallest university campus, nothing too out of the ordinary. Mullins is still looking down at the map, not pausing to look up as she walked. No big buildings, nothing tower tall. Dimension of tower tall, Mullins immediately looks. What? Navara signs for Mullins to walk closer to her. Mullins follows their instruction and turns her head in the direction that Navara is looking in. Oh, dear God. As Mullins lifts her head, the video captures a large, twisted collection of poles, all constructed haphazardly together. Some of the poles are not together in meat, while others go in a sideways or diagonal direction. Even from a distance, each of the poles can be seen displaying a multitude of signs, and be approximated to a number of 100,000. The shortest of the poles reaches up to a height of 40 meters tall, with the tallest approaching approximately 70 meters. At the peaks of some of the poles, multiple figures can be seen moving. Is that your signpost far as?  It was tiny when me last came through, three meters tall at most. In orderly rows? What is this? Navara removes her binoculars from around her neck, drawing it up to her eyes to see through them. Aye. What do you see? Those are 7,000-1s at the top. What? They're building. No materials, not dragging anything up, just building and building and building. No rhyme or reason whatsoever, just multiple hands working on the same post. Hell, even different posts, branching out. Dear God. Navara lowers her binoculars before letting it go allowing the lanyard to connect to hold it in place. There's no way we're going through that. It's far too risky. Mullins wordlessly looks down at the local map. Ma'am, Navara turns in the direction of Mullins. I think this is the last town for miles. The rest, even across British Columbia, are ghost towns. This is our only chance to get food. Navara winces in size, a look of frustration crossing her face. Fuck. Navara shakes her head slowly, placing both of her hands at her waist as she stops to think. After a few seconds, Navara lowers her hands from her waist. She looks again at the signpost forest before turning to Mullins. We'll have to walk there and once we get there, we do this quietly. Nightfall's coming soon. We should cover us. You have your night vision goggles ready? The camera bobs up and down as Mullins. We still have a few more hours until dark and by then we should hopefully be there. Mullins nods again. Got it. Navara nods back in size. She looks down at the ground at the net Mullins.  Turn the camera off for now. You need the battery. Mullins draws her hand up to touch the helmet camera's off switch. The video ends. Update, July 28th, 2021. A new exploration log has been added to SCP-7000. Due to lack of specified credentials, this exploration log has been automatically 7000.4. Location, Watson Lake, the Yukon, Canada. Time, 7, oh, sorry, 19 hours, 24 seconds. GMT, 19 hours, 24 minutes. GMT-8, July 28th, 2021. The video begins in total darkness. The sounds of insects droning is prominent in the background with a slight breeze whistling through the camera. Sounds of metals and plastic being removed around the herd. Can you see through the camera now? Through your goggles. The sounds of the camera bobbing up and down is heard. Yeah, I think. Now turn the camera, turn on the camera's night vision. The sound of a button being pressed is heard. The wind of the camera turning on its night vision capabilities is heard. And the camera's image is instantly brightened. Both operatives are on a grassy field, overlooking a lake close to the collection of buildings, presumed to be the town of Watson Lake. A large collection of thin poles measuring about 400 meters from side to side, presumed to be the signpost forest, dominates the area above the town. Team leader, Lina Navarra, who is wearing her is crouching low to the ground, holding her hands. She is glancing back and forth between the town and Mullins.  Navarra lets out a short chuckle. Navarra off-handed. Yeah, having your entire perspective suddenly shift five centimeters up from where it should be normally does that. Navarra pauses her gaze on Mullins. You really didn't check whether the NVGs were busted. Footnote, night vision goggles. Mullins shakes her head. I never got to use them, ma'am. We never went through equipment inspection before they deployed us here, Navarra's size. We still should have checked. Mullins nods, slowly. Yeah, but at least the camera's still got night vision and the goggles aren't totally busted. Can still see them through them, just not at eye level. I'm still all right, Navarra's size again. Yeah, sure, let's go with that. As Navarra speaks, the sound of large metallic snap is heard throughout the general area. I heard the two operatives uphold from the signpost falls to the ground, bringing at least 20 more with it. Figures of at least 100 SCP-7000-1 incident which had been clinging to the poles of varying heights are seen falling with them. The sounds are far off screaming, I heard. Looks like they're busy with their little project. That's our cue. Mullins nods. Soon after, Navarra begins slowly moving through the grass, holding her firearm in front of her. Mullins follows suit. As they move towards the town, the sound of screaming gets louder. Sounds like they're in pain. Navarra continues through the grass, navigating through around the lake. The sounds of water lapping at their. Sounds so much more like vector removed than I ever could. Mullins immediately began to get pain cradling her head. Navarra immediately turns and quickly moves to Mullins. As Mullins continues to groan in pain, she places her right hand on Mullins' shoulder.  You make it harder for yourself. The pain is much worse than anything you've ever experienced. I know, so stop thinking about it.   After a few seconds, Mullins stops groaning. She takes her head in an effort to regain her faculty. You doing better? Mullins nods. Yeah, pain stops. I can't remember what I said now. Navarra removed her hand from Mullins' shoulders and holds her fire in her chest. She regards Mullins with a look of concern. You good to continue on? Mullins nods her head. That still seemed to be in slight pain. Yeah, don't worry about me. Sharing Mullins' response, Navarra turns away and begins moving. Mullins follows suit. As he gets closer to the town, the screams get louder before fully decreasing in volume. There are sounds of heavy metal poles being lifted up and set down. Continues for several minutes as the operatives continue to get closer and closer to the town. After approximately five minutes, the operatives are within a site of the town street. One of the buildings closest to them is a small supermarket with a sign, Watson Lake General Store. Pouncing the sign, Mullins points towards it. That's where we need to go. It should have everything we need. Navarra nods in affirmation, standing up from the tall grass to quickly move across the open ground. She presses her back to a nearby wall closest to the supermarket store, holding her firearm at the ready. Mullins follows suit and does the same. Checking for SCB 7000-1 instances, Navarra continues to stick close to the wall as it turns around the corner, moving to flank the glass door as soon as possible. Mullins takes the other side of the door, holding her firearm at the ready. Inside, through the night vision camera, the interior of the store is nearly intact. Mullins looks over her shoulder as Navarra looks into the door. She finds only one far away SCB 7000-1 instance in the street about 300 meters away, takes no notice of them. All of its pedal instances are seen wailing, placing each of their arms on their faces. Hostiles, Mullins shakes her head, one far away SCB 7000-1, but it doesn't seem to be paying attention. Navarra sighs with relief. She places her hand on the door handle, making entry. Slowly, Navarra pushes on the door handle, pressing on the surface of the door with her shoulder in order to push it open. Her hands hold the assault rifle in front of her, which she then supports with her other hand as she enters. Mullins follows, entering the supermarket and moving past the checkout counter. Inside, several rows of shelves are arrayed from right to left, with the rightmost shelf, which seemed to contain candies having fallen over. Further into the interior, the sound of plastics being carried around and opened are heard. Hearing it, Navarra gestures to Mullins to check the leftmost row, seating down the row furthest to the right. Mullins follows her instruction, proceeding stealthily down the shelf rows as she clears the room.  At the very end row, Mullins cites an SCB 7000-1 instance violently opening a box containing a radio. Both of its pedal instances, which consist of approximately 40 year old male and approximately a senior old female, are using their arms to pull the boxes carbon material apart. Pieces of plastic and bubble wrap are strewn about them, murmuring is heard. 7000-1 pedal instance male, pull incomprehensible harder. In response, the female instance began to stream with frustrated effort as it attempts to use its arms to pull it on the box. Mullins breathing is heard getting louder over the camera. Slowly she is seen putting her hands in one pocket. As she does this, the two pedal instances continue to pull the opposite sides of the box, slowly tearing the cardboard apart. The male instance continues to exert grunts of effort. The female instance continues to scream. Mullins withdraws her hand from her pockets, bringing out a foundation issue, maximum silence suppressor. Slowly she brings her barrel of her gun down to chest level, crouching down against the shelf to better nestle near the rear of the gun, nestle the rear of the gun between her thighs. None of the cardboard bursting apart is heard. The male instance vocalizes its victory. Female instance continues to pant. Shortly after, the metallic sound of the radio being picked up is heard. SCB 7000-1 pedal instance female, incomprehensible work. SCB 7000-1 pedal instance male, for incomprehensible, then we go. Soon after, the sound of the radio crackling to life is followed by the sound of it being tuned to different frequencies. As they do this, Mullins begins to apply the silence of the barrel of the gun, screwing it to the top, to the on top with her right hand. She exhales. Soon after the sound of the male verse, voice is heard on the radio. The female instance begins to vocalize in a way similar to squealing radio. For all, Vector removed. Immediately Mullins instinctively begins to groan with pain. She brings both of her hands to her ears, sliding down the shelf. The gun falls between her thighs, falling down the ground with a quiet metallic sound. Behind her, the SCB 7000-1 instance begins to take notice. Can be heard standing up as Mullins continues to rise in pain beside the shelf. SCB 7000-1 pedal instance female, I think incomprehensible here, native lifeboat. Radio proceeds to Vector removed, where it is safe for all. Mullins begins to scream before holding it back. The SCB 7000-1 instance begins to stand up on its lone pair of legs, proceeding down their shelf road towards Mullins. It is heard lumbering forward. Mullins begins to scream once again before clamping her hand over her mouth to quiet herself. With her other hand, she attempts to crawl forward toward the assault rifle a meter away from her. Behind her, the SCB 7000-1 instance comes to a stop and begins to vocalize. SCB 7000-1 pedal instance male, native, native. Suddenly, several quiet squeaks of air are heard behind Mullins, followed by several grunts of pain. Taking the chance, Mullins crawls forward again, taking the assault rifle and handed, turning around to lay on her back, fire around in front. In front of her, the SCB 7000-1 instance is clinging to the shelf behind it, attempting to find a handhold as it bleeds from several gunshot wounds to its side, mostly on the female pedal instance, which is limp. As the male instance turns to face Mullins, she points her firearm at it and fires, releasing several other quiet squeaks of air. The bullets enter the 7000-1 male pedal instance's body, causing it to fall to the ground. After several strangled attempts at breathing, it goes limp. Radio, once again, proceeds to Vector removed, where it is safe for all. Groaning in pain once again, Mullins crawls forward past the corner of the shelf. Navarra can be seen on the other side, signing to the radio as she groans in pain as well. Destroy it, destroy it. Letting out a grunt of effort, Mullins grabs the radio before bashing against the floor several times. The noise echoes throughout the interior, soon after the radio stops. Fuck. Shaking her head a few times, Navarra gets up, holding her assault rifle to the side. She looks at Mullins. You good? Mullins doesn't respond. She turns her head to this deceased 7000-1 instance, staring at it for a few seconds. Mullins, quietly. They were, they weren't like the other ones. They were, Mullins looks at Navarra, saying, Navarra cocks her head to the side, pressing her lips, she begins to speak. I suddenly, Navarra's eyes widen. Shit. Without continuing her train of thought, she moves past Mullins, moving to the door and the glass, showing the outside. Pressing her face to the glass, she looks both ways. Are they? After a few seconds of tense looking, tense looking, Navarra sighs with relief. Good. They didn't hear anything. Glass must have contained the sound. Mullins nods slowly. Yeah, I guess. Navarra looks at Mullins for a second in size. Hey, don't look like that. Don't look at that. Don't look at me. Navarra removes the helmet from Mullins' head, placing it on the shelf beside them. Those aren't people, all right? They're things, skips. Navarra lowers her chin as if to wait for an answer. Mullins presses her lips, she is trembling slightly. Stay tough. Don't think about it. Your head'll ache again and that won't be good for anyone, you get me? Mullins tries to avoid Navarra's gaze instead of looking down at the ground. Get a hold of yourself, all right? Mullins raises her head to look at Navarra.   Grab the essentials, food, water, winter clothing, space blankets, earplugs, anything we could use for the ride down south. Mullins nods. Okay, how about you? Navarra gestures to the outside. There's a pickup truck out front.   Navarra puts her left hand on the pockets, into her pockets before retrieving a long, thick wire. She holds it out from Mullins. Rough childhood gives you certain skills. Mullins chuckles softly. Affirmative, man, I'll try to get what I can. Navarra nods back, turning around to exit the store. As she does so, however, she stops in her tracks before turning to the shelf beside her and the helmet placed upon it. Wait. She takes the helmet from above the shelf, holding it in both hands to fit atop Mullins' head. Put this on first. Mullins nods. She follows it as Navarra commands, placing the helmet on her head and closing the clasp. It's still a bit weird seeing the stuff from above my head, but I'll get used to it. Navarra chuckles, shaking her head. Yeah. She points to the nearby shelves, her demeanor shifts to a more formal posture. Now go, you don't have all night. As she says so, Mullins turns around to begin combing through a nearby shelf, coming upon a duffel bag, but she takes off the shelf. She notably avoids looking at the SCP-7000-1 carcass. Over the next few minutes, Mullins begins to fill the duffel bag with canned goods, bottled water, and several other implements, such as a multi-tool and a thermal blanket. Outside, Navarra attempts to open the car door by inserting the wire in between the glass pane and the door. After a few minutes, Mullins takes the duffel bag and goes outside to Navarra. Got what we need. Navarra is pre-occupied with the car door and is continuously attempting to open it. Navarra absent-mindedly. Yeah, the camera didn't give you any trouble. Mullins shrugs. Well, I did it, but I got here. What did you get? Mullins lifts up the duffel bag to look at it. Canned food, space blanket, water. Navarra turns her head to look at Mullins. How much water? I got a few packs, about 20 bottles. Why? Navarra looks up and thought. If the car holds up, we're gonna have to spend probably a week on the road. If it doesn't, well, we'll need lots more water than that. Well, lots more water for that. Navarra removes her hand from the window to point at the interior of the store. Stores like these usually sell big jugs of water that's good for long trips. Try looking behind the counter. Mullins nods. Yes, ma'am. In the distance, the sound of metal crashing down can be heard again, followed by anguished screams. Mullins immediately looks in the direction of the screams. To the side of the video feed, Navarra pointedly looks at Mullins. Hey, no distractions, remember? Mullins looks back at Navarra. Now go, we can't afford to stop. Mullins looks down for a few seconds, turning to scratch her head. I'll just, yeah. Mullins lowers her duffel bag to the ground before moving back into the store. She begins to look behind a nearby checker counter, lowering herself to the ground with some difficulty.  Gotcha. As she crouches to retrieve the jugs from beneath the counter, Mullins angles her head sideways in order to reach them easier. Eventually, she manages to grab two drugs from underneath the counter. Her camera hits a small metal box on the shelf behind it. Box mates allow clang upon hitting the ground, causing Mullins to freeze.  In the distance, the anguished screaming continues, but does not get closer. Mullins breathes a sigh of relief. She turns with difficulty to the metal box on the ground using her free hand to hold her right. As she lifts the metal box from her helmet camera, she sees car keys inside it.  Excitedly, Mullins grabs the keys from the floor, placing it in one of her pockets. She places either of her hands on the two of the water jugs, rushing out of the store to meet Navarra, who is in the open. Ma'am, Navarra makes no attempt to turn to face Mullins instead of concentrating on the car window. Ma'am, as Mullins speaks, Navarra concentration breaks, causing her hand to slip. As her hand slipped, the wire twists, which causes the car alarm to trigger. The noise from the car alarm is loud, blurring across the town as its headlights and taillights begin to flash. In the distance, the sound of anguished screaming is replaced by alarm. The sounds are hurried, footsteps are heard. Navarra looks at the car door lock in horror, frozen in place as the car alarm continues to blare. Within a few seconds, she turns her head to look at the duffel bag on the ground, seizing it with speech, turns to Mullins.  Now, at that, Navarra begins to turn and run, but Mullins' panic reaches her hand to stop her. Wait, wait! Dropping the water jugs, Mullins begins to rattle through her pockets before retrieving the keys. Quickly, she presses it into Navarra's hand, getting inside, quick. Understanding what to do, Navarra immediately keys and pushes it into the lock before twisting it. The car alarm immediately stops, with the screams of rapidly incoming SCP-7000-1 instances continue to get louder. Hurriedly, Navarra opens the car door, rushing to a seat herself on the driver's side, for pushing the keys into the ignition and twisting it to the right. As she does so, the car immediately starts, causing Navarra to look up at Mullins. Her eyes are panicked, but her expression shows determination.  Immediately, Mullins turns to grab both the water jug, quickly moving to the back of the pickup truck. Without time to bring the back catch down, she resorts to using both of her arms to lift the first jug into the truck. As she does so, however, several SCP-7000-1 instances begin to move into the cavernous field of view from the street. Each of the instances move in differing ways. None of them use their host's lower legs to run. Instead, each of the instances attempt to cooperate between each pedal instance in order to use their arms to locomote forward, at a varying degrees of success. Some instances continue to wave their arms in the air, as if to vector removed, screaming as they do so. The words vector removed and vector removed are heard prominently in their speech, with less than half of the vocalizing is doing so in English. As Mullins watches the SCP-7000-1 instances continue to run towards her, she immediately screams in pain, causing her to let go of the water jug in her hands. The water jug falls to the cargo bed with a loud sound, which causes the car to shake. As she lets go of the jug, Mullins crumbles, clutching her head in pain. As she falls to the ground, Navarra placing both of her hands on either of her ears in order to block the sound. She runs to Mullins, crouching down as she removes her hands from her calm hand. As she does so, however, she screams in pain, but not enough to dissuade her from pulling Mullins up. As both operatives stagger to the front of the car, Navarra ushers Mullins into the driver's seat before closing the door with a bang. At once, the screaming becomes muffled, allowing Mullins to come to her senses. Confused, she looks around for Navarra before hearing the passenger side door open. Ma'am, as she speaks, Navarra enters the passenger side, screaming in pain as she holds both her hands to her ears. Mullins still confused attempts to reach over to Navarra. Ma'am, are you? Suddenly, the sound of an object slamming against the car is heard as Mullins thinks to see what is making the sound. She sees three human faces screaming in a muffled manner, banging against the car window with open palms. In other words, each vector removed us are intelligible as they continue to scream. As Mullins looks in horror at the SCB 7000-1 entities, Navarra places her hand on Mullins.  At this, Mullins reflexively presses the pedal, causing the car to lurch forward. She then jerks the steering wheel hard to the left, causing the car's wheels to emit a loud whining sound as she does so. With the car turning to the left, Mullins instinctively steers towards the road, jerking it right again as she moves onto the asphalt. As she does so, the loud sound of an impact is heard, immediately followed by loud, anguished screaming. Sound of the other SCB 7000-1 instances, vocalizations become even more panicked as this happens, but she manages to steer safely onto the road before slamming on the pedal again, far allowing the car to quickly leave behind the 7000 instances. As they leave the town, Navarra lets out a groan. Mullins turns to look at her. As Navarra comes into view, she has crumpled herself into the field position, still pressing both of her hands to her ears. She lets out another noise, switching with pain. Hey, it's okay, we're okay now, ma'am, we left them. Mullins lets out a groan of her own, unconsciously twitching it, attempts to acclimate. God, Mullins turns her head around to look at the rapidly disappearing town. The figures of the SCB 7000-1 instances waving their arms can still be seen, where they don't think about it. Remember what I, Navarra grows in pain again, continuing to shrink tighter into a position in her seat. Mullins shakes her head. Her hands are shaking as she holds onto the wheel. She grounds loudly in pain again. Suddenly she slams on the brakes, causing the vehicle to wind months more as it comes to a stop. Mullins sits frozen for several seconds.  She brings it in her lap to hold it, placing both of her hands on it. Oh, God. Mullins voice shakes as she repeats. Her breathing continues to be quick and heavy. Oh, oh, God. Mullins attempts to slow down her breathing. Beside her, Navarra still remains curled up, but is no longer groaning in pain.  Don't think about it, Cassandra. Don't think about it. Forget it, forget it all. Mullins clings tighter to the helmet in her lap. They're monsters, they're monsters.  Slowly Mullins attempts to breathe in, through her attempts to inhale her, meant with shaking, breathes out. Ignore the pain, ignore the screams, ignore it all. Mullins continues to slowly and deliberately breathe in and out for the next minute. She opens her eyes, shakily. She moves her hand to the helmet's off switch. Mullins, Cassandra. Mullins looks to her right at the passenger side. Slowly, a hand shakily moves out into frame, touching Mullins' arms, it gives her a reassuring squeeze. Mullins' eyes soften before looking down at the helmet camera, tear runs down her face. Ignore it all. Sound of the switch being inflicted is heard, the video ends. Okay, new update detected, display. Okay. Update, July 29th, 2021. A new exploration log has been added to SCB 7000. Due to lack of specified credentials, this exploration log is exploration log 7000 points. Location, Alaska Highway, British Columbia, Canada. Time, six hours, 24 minutes. GMT minus eight, July 29th, 2021. Low droning of the car driving on the highway is only on, starts. From the perspective of the camera, only the open road can be seen. Quickly passing by as the car continues on the highway. In the distance, a large faraway mountain range can be seen on the side. Hypothesis to be the northern Rocky Mountains, followed by a larger and more distant unverified, identified mountain range ahead of the car. Aside from the droning of the car, the interior of the truck is silent. Only the quickly diminishing road, the mountain ranges and the endless grassy fields outside can be seen. After one minute, the voice of team leader, Lena Navarro breaks the silence. Where, where are we? Navarro's voice is groggy, as if emerging from a long sleep. The sound of the car's seat shifting is heard. Where, as opposed to Navarro's voice, Mullins' voice belies her exhaustion. Her words are slow and slurred. In British Columbia, now I think we passed a, passed what? Fort St. John, a while back, had to take a few roads to avoid the dash ones. They were building random stuff there too, same with Watson, but a much bigger. A short silence passes between Navarro and Mullins. Mullins, you want me to take over? What time is it? Another short silence passes, as Mullins presumably looks clock. Eight, 829. Silence for another three seconds. The sound of the car's seat shifting is heard again. Mullins, it's six. Mullins chuckles tiredly. I guess adrenaline counts for a lot, right? I didn't even realize I was sleepy. Navarro sighs, Mullins, pull over. But I'm fine. Agent Katsandra Mullins, pull over. Another silence passes. A sigh is heard. After a few seconds, the car begins to slow down, pulling to the side of the road. Then comes to a full stop. Sound of a passenger side door opening is heard. Across the front of the car, a weary Navarro moves from the passenger side to the driver's side before disappearing from view. After another few seconds, the car door opens. Mullins, get out of the driver's seat. Ma'am, it's all right, I'm, that is an order. Another silence passes. The car then slightly shifts to the left, followed by Mullins crossing the front of the car a second later. Her hair is disheveled. Her eyelids seem to be on the verge of fully closing. She walks with the pronounced slouch as she disappears into the right of the frame. A few seconds later, the car shifts to the left, presumably caused by Mullins entering the car. This is followed by Navarro entering the driver's left door closing.  The door has heard closing. A seatbelt is heard being secured. Your seatbelt too? It takes Mullins longer to respond. I got it. The click of a seatbelt is heard to the right. The car seat is heard shifting forward, followed by the sound of a gear shift being pulled back. The car begins to pull back into the highway, moving again at the speed as before. Our gasoline to top up. It's already less than a quarter full. Long silence intervenes for two minutes. Mullins slowly in conciliatory. I'm, I'm sorry, Lena. Sorry, why? For screwing up, Navarro audibly exhales. Don't think about it.  Navarro sighs.  You got unlucky, that was it. You don't need to hold yourself up with, with atoning. Another silence intervenes. It, it wasn't non-stop driving. I stopped for two hours, ma'am, just outside of Fort Nelson. And that's supposed to compensate for spending the next eight hours on the road. I, I didn't wanna wake you. Navarro sighs. Silence for 10 seconds. Get some sleep, Cass, you deserve it. Cass. Navarro doesn't answer for a few seconds. I said, get, get some rest.  Silence for another 30 minutes, save for the constant load during the car. 15 minutes in, the car comes to a stop. The sound of a bag being taken up is fairly heard, faintly heard, followed by the opening of a zipper. The sound of fabric being unfurled is heard in the background. Mullins quietly grows into sleep. There. Soon after, the car begins to move again. Two minutes after, Navarro continues to drive forward, the fade outline of a house under construction scene.  As Navarro gets closer, several more houses are seen by the side of the road, constructed a fair distance away from each other, but still in varying degrees of progress. Soon, as the car comes close enough. Billeth, I am not getting sounded from your microphone, mate. Yeah, it randomly muted itself. You are back. Yeah, how long was that, was I out? I caught you pretty quick.  Great, I don't know what that was about, but okay.  Soon, as the car comes close enough for Navarro to look closer, a human face is seen looking at her through one of the windows in the house. Soon after, the face disappears from view, but as the car passes the house, the outline of it, SCP-7000-1 instances, is seen running away from the window.  The car then passes several more houses and several burnt out campfire pits in quick succession, but as they pass several more 7000-1 instances, are seen running into the houses, as if fleeing from fear. Some are even dropping grocery bags as they rush inside or attempting to detect other instances as the car passes, demonstrating vector removed with the previous behavior seen in other instances. Alarmed with the quantity of 7000-1 instances surrounding the road, Navarro starts speeding up the car, quickly leaving the quote village behind. Besides her, Mullen stirs but does not wake. It takes a few minutes for Navarro's breathing to relax. 10 minutes later, the sound of beeping interrupts the silence, a robotic voice quietly speaks. GPS on, positioning your vehicle, please stand by. Silence for another several seconds. A series of beeps are heard, possibly Navarro tapping on the screen, calculating the distance to Edmonton. Please stand by. Another silence intervenes. The sound of Mullen's quickly snoring is heard, rightly snoring is heard. A seat is heard shifting from the driver's side. Edmonton is 500 kilometers away. Estimate time of arrival is five hours and 50 minutes, Navarro sighs. From your current position, Edmonton is to the Southwest. From your perspective, it is to your front. My front? A silence is heard for the next four seconds.  Immediately the car comes to a stop. The sound of a car door is heard opening, followed by Navarro emerging into view, holding a pair of binoculars. She is seen attempting to view the distant mountain range. After a few seconds, she lowers it. A look of shock can be seen on her face. The sound of the car window opening is heard. Ma'am, what is it? Navar lowers her binoculars, looking in the direction of Mullins. She rushes out of frame. Her voice can be heard to the left side. Mullins, look there in that direction. What do you see? Silence for five seconds. A mountain range, ma'am. What do you, now look through those binoculars. What do you see? The sound of binoculars being handed off is heard. Mullins groaned as he heard sitting up. Silence for six seconds. Is that buildings? Yeah, stacked on top of one another. Then that's no mountain range.  The skips just kept building on top of it. Thousands, maybe a million of them, like the signpost forest, like yours Fort St. John. The buildings, they don't look like ours, like what we're familiar with. Plus, that's gotta be a kilometer high at least. Yeah, exactly. Navar has heard sighing. We can't risk that, have to go around it. You know any alternate routes? I... No, but we can make a way through the central Rockies, go by the parks, and then the parkways. It should be far enough. By the time you go downhill across the border, it'll be Montana. Then we won't have to deal with any big urban centers before we get to Yellowstone. Well, hopefully Montana's all intact in this one. We've got a plan then. I don't know if we have enough gas to do it, but let's hope. Navar has seen moving across the front of the driver's side before opening the door. The sound of her entering the car is heard. Rockies, here we go. Let's hope you're as far from the Rockies as we think. I hope so, ma'am. Navar doesn't respond for several seconds. Call me Lena, all right? We've been around each other long enough to do away with the mams. The silence ensues. Affirmative, I mean, Lena? Navar chuckles.  Let's go. As Navar shifts gears and begins to drive forward, the words Battery Low begin to flash on top of the video. After several seconds, it turns off. Video ends. Update, July 29, 2021. A series of short videos have been added to SCP-7000. As these videos have been taken in close accession, all of them have been combined and classified as exploration log 7000.6. Location, Icefields Parkway, the Central Rockies, Alberta, Canada. Time, 10 hours, 24 minutes, GMT minus 6, July 29, 2021. The video begins with a truck ascending a steep road, possibly moving up a mountain. Unlike the last video, the camera seems to be held by Agent Cassandra Mullins. We then points the camera at team leader and Lena Navarra. Conserve the battery on that thing. You got lucky scoring it back at Wands Lake. We don't know if we'll have that same luck again, not Navarra's size. And we still need gas. Navarra seems to be concentrating on driving the vehicle with her body language intense demeanor, who easy does it. As the pickup truck continues to move forward, Mullins points the camera away from Navarra into the back of the vehicle towards the cargo bed. Massive gray collection of buildings can be seen in the distance, with many seeming to equal the altitude of the vehicle itself. Extends nearly across the horizon, vanishing past the line of the surrounding mountains. That's Edmonton over there. We don't even know how far it goes. Mullins points at the city, which seems to have grown since the last exploration log hours before. Even from the distance standpoint, the camera's perspective, the gray color of Edmonton appears to encompass nearly the entirety of the view from the back window. Massive buildings are stacked on top of one another, constructed in seemingly illogical ways. A tower can be seen diagonally sprouting up from a larger rectangular building, while Aspire seems to jut dangerously from the top of another building further up. As Mullins allows the camera to dwell on Edmonton, Navarra begins to guide the vehicle into a flatter road. She sighs with relief as she does so.  Navarra momentary chuckles with relief. Mullins points the camera at her, which prompts Navarra to finally look directly at the camera as she allows herself to recline. We're hoping to further south will be a bit better, especially in Montana. We aren't counting on it. If Edmonton's really this big, who knows how large Calgary would be? Navarra's gaze lingers on the camera for another few moments before looking back at the road. All right, turn that thing off. Save the battery. Mullins chuckles quietly. All right, ma'am. Navarra pauses for a moment before turning to Mullins, an incredulous smile seen out of. Hey, I said no more meh. Mullins is heard flicking the switch on the camera. The video ends. Location, Icefields Parkway, Central Rockies, Alberta, Canada, time 10 hours, 2054 minutes, GMT minus six of July 29th, 2021. As the video begins, the tall peaks of the nearby mountain lining, the Icefields Parkway are seen dominating the view. The vehicle continues forward at a constant pace, passing undisturbed forests and meadows. Though the weather is cloudy, at the distant fog occulting, occluding the peaks and the mountains from view, a large amount of the natural scenery can still be seen. Pretty view, huh? I guess you've gone through here before. Mullins chuckles, you haven't? Navarra shrugs grinning slightly. Never had the chance to come out here with the constant deployments. The vehicle continues to move forward, but after several seconds, Navarra begins to cause it to slow.  She points at a spot in the windshield. What? As the car approaches, a scattered group of five 7,000-1 instances, all of which are covered in thick blankets, are seen running in the opposite direction from where the car is going. The two are attempting to use their arms to protectively cover the others, which are composed purely of roughly 10 juvenile pedal instances between the three other entities. The juveniles strain their necks to watch the car as it passes before being hurriedly ushered away from the car and the road by the other two instances, which are made out of almost purely adult pedal instances.  They're running, running away. From what? Suddenly Mullins' attention is drawn to something in front of her. There, look there. Mullins leans forward, pressing the camera close to the windshield in the direction that she previously leaned in. In the distance, a faint rectangular shadow is seen. Crap. Navarra sighs. Mullins, I mean, cast, get the duffel bag, take the Altair plugs, now. The video ends. Location, Icefields Parkway, the Central Rockies, Alberta, Canada, time, 1100 hours, 10 minutes, GMT minus six, July 29th, 2021. As it starts, the video feed shows multiple large buildings leering over the mountains, quickly being added to by thousands of SCP-7000-1 instances. Like with Edmonton, the buildings that been constructed in a bizarre manner, with some structures branching out from others and others even penetrating into As the vehicle continues to coast forward, a large grass skyscraper, large glass skyscraper, like building, emerges from the, laying down on the mountain, a mountain's peak to encompass the space above the parkway onto the peak across from it. Calgary. As the vehicle passes under the skyscraper, where the thousands of SCP-7000-1 instances are constructing the buildings, begin to shout at the operatives, though the interior of the car has decreased the sound to a dull roar. Each pedal instance waves their arms with urgency as the car approaches, as if trying to get the attention of them. Navarra, who is wearing earplugs, ignores the instance she passed by, speeding the vehicle up in order to quickly leave the area. As she does so, however, more buildings continue to emerge from the fog, with several other buildings, like the skyscraper, acting as bridges from one peak to another across the space above the parkway. More 7000-1 instances wave desperately to surface the buildings.  It's the heart of the city. We're heading right into it. Video ends. Location, Icefields Parkway, Central Rockies of Canada. I'm 1123 GMT-6, July 29, 2021. As the vehicle continues to cruise through the parkway, the road creases, causing the roads to become dark. Some of you may be instructed to loom low over the parkway. Thousands of people are ringing to the bottom of the buildings in the attempt to reach the car. Sounds of fingers scraping against the roof of the car. Navarra continues to increase, this dull roar that begins to increase in volume. Volume releases the individual coming clearly extinguished. Can hear them. I can hear them. Hold on. The sounds of fingers scraping against the roof at the coffin with arms, hands, and heads clearly being sighted emerging from the low ceiling created by the buildings. The expressions of the individual pedal entities clearly be seen, their eyes expressing fear, panic, and helplessness. The word vector removed is seen being mouthed and shouted by many of the instance. As the vehicle approaches them, they bring their hands out, touching it, causing many to slam against the windshield.  As the ceiling continues to get lower and lower, individual heads begin to be low enough to touch the windshield itself. As Navarra continues to speed across the parkway, one pedal head veers close enough to collide with the windshield, causing a large spider web of cracks to pattern throughout the glass. The blood is seen running down the windshield after. Ahead, more hands continue to emerge from the windows as they slam into the glass. The cracks continue to widen and widen before encompassing the entirety of the windshield. The sounds of shouting become louder and louder. Hold on. We're almost out. As the more hands hit the glass, the windshield causing the volume of pedals' voices to encroach opening. Instantly, both Mullens and Navarra screaming in red pain. Car, resulting in the resulting fall obscures the camera's view. SCP-7000-1, pedal instant. We, vector removed. 7000-1, pedal instance. Vector removed us. Mullens, I can hear them. I can hear them. SCP-7000-1, instance. Come, vector removed us. Navarra, stop. Just stop. Just at once, the car's wheels begin to wind lally before completely turning. The camera's lens are heard break as it impacts the car door. Navarra and Mullens are heard screaming, but are completely drowned out by the sound of the SCP-7000-1 instance. They are heard coming, vector removed. Close and closer, vector removed. End, end, end. Vector removed, vector removed. Vector removed, glass is heard breaking. Vector removed, vector removed. Vector removed. Vector removed. Navarra, vector removed. Vector removed. Can you tell us where we vector removed, vector? Navarra, get away from us. Vector removed, vector removed. Vector removed. Vector removed, vector removed, vector removed.  Vector removed, vector removed, vector removed. Moved, vector removed, vector removed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'll have to carry it. Vector removed, vector removed.  Vector removed, vector removed. Oh God, I can't, my head, vector removed, vector removed. I can't, I can't do it anymore. Vector removed, vector removed, vector removed. Vector, error, error, error, error, vector removed. AIC is unable to respond. SCIP net not responding. SCIP net responding. Not responding, not responding, not responding. Crash imminent. Crash detected. System reinitialization detected. Blay, whoo, long one. All right. And we got reinitializing. Reinitializing. System reinitialized. State August 23rd, 2021. Time unknown. Scanning for non-functional system components. SCIP net. AHS automatic hazard scanning. AIC offline. All other system components deemed functional. Searching for user signals. Auto transcriber signal found. Location Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. USA. SCB 2000 containment site. Blushing connection. Connection established. Displaying feed. The video begins in darkness. Outside, the muffled sound of boots scribbling at the ground are heard. They're heard echoing into the surrounding room, suggesting a moderately large interface. Sound of Kinsandra Mullen's voice is heard. Wait, what? Why am I here? Where? Sounds of muffled footsteps are. Mullen's voice echoes into the room replicating twice. Hello? Hello? Navarra's voice continues to echo throughout the room. Navarra's voice. OK. Lena? Lena, are you there? Are you there? A sound of shuffled footsteps are heard again. Oh no. Several seconds pass. Sound of a bag being set aside and nearby surface is heard. Within it, a camera records the sound of a bank's contents bumping against one another with several metallic objects creating louder noises. Outside, Mullen's is hurriedly moving. I was heard moving hurriedly. Heard, hurriedly moving, her hands across the surface of clothes. Winter coat, civilian t-shirt, military pants, flashlight, no primary firearm. Millions of seconds passed. The sound of a holster being taken held and let go is heard. No sidearm either. Damn. Two more seconds pass. Mullen is heard crouching beside the bag and holding it up against the nearby surface. The sound of a zipper being unzipped is heard. A dim blue light begins to illuminate the inside of the bag. Mullen begins to search in the bag, taking object from it and taking it out. As she does, more light begins to illuminate the interior. Canned tomato soup, peas, beans. Mullen continues to search the bag and taking things out. Torn space blanket, water, water, more water. Mullen's has almost reached the bottom of the bag. My wallet, I'm at least taking that with me. Her hand reaches into the bag before taking the camera itself. As it exits the bag along a dark hallway, only being lit by blue emergency lights. The hallway stretches past the camera's field of vision and has no exits leading out. God damn. It's my helmet cam. Mullen's turns the camera to look towards the wall, doing so in order to spec the back. The auto transcriber taped on. Mullen's turns the camera on its side, causing the video to look up at the ceiling. Large, unpowered fluorescent lamps are seen attached. And broscasting, too. Did I? Finally, Navarra turns the camera towards her. Ma'am, are you looking towards this? Are you looking at this? Can you see me? Mullen's overall appearance is tired and dirty, with a brown grease smeared on the right side of her face.   She stares into the camera for several seconds, foreshaking her head. Well, if anyone's listening, I hope you're watching out for me. Sighing, Mullen's clips the camera to the collar of her shirt, which raises a flashlight. Wow, now, where am I? Probes the beam of the flashlight to the darkness of the... How did I get here? Crouching down, Mullen's quickly places all objects she took out of her bag back into it. As the camera pans over the bag, it can be clearly seen that the brown mull bag logs the dirty, torn and tattered in places. Oh, she slings the bag over her shoulder. All right, let's get to business. Over the next few minutes, Mullen's begins to walk deeper into the long hallway with only the sounds of the interior being her slow, echoing footsteps. After three minutes, drunkenly seem to the left. Mullen's turns to it, beams the flashlight to the surroundings of the door. The words maintenance tunnel are seen written on a sign located above it. Huh, turning away, Mullen's beams the flashlight down the long dark hallway, which continues on the scene. Mullen's turns to the door again. She takes a few seconds to look between both paths, considering which to take. After a few seconds, she sighs. Rowing less taken, I guess. Slowly she reaches out, reaches out to the door's knob, turning it quietly as she slowly opens it. As soon as the door is ajar, she quickly yet quietly moves into the room, checking the corner behind it. It is empty. Turning around, she checks the rest of the immediate area. The only thing she sees are pipes of an indeterminate purpose attached to the walls and the middle staircase leading down. A dim blue light is seen emanating from the corner past the staircase. Slowly, Mullen begins to advance, keeping the flashlight in front of her as she walks. Slowly she moves down the staircase, turning a corner in the direction of the blue light. Like the blue light seen earlier, this lamp again emanates from an emergency lamp placed high on the wall. Below it, the words AWL, all of that are saying are to follow this path to main evac, or untitledly scrawled on the wall with white chalk in a manner similar to the writings of child. Below it, an arrow pointing further down the hall is seen scrawled in the same chalk. Saying, main evac. Mullen's points the flashlight further down the narrow corridor. Nothing else can be seen but the head.  Slowly, Mullen begins to walk forward again, keeping the light in front. Her footsteps continue to echo through the hallway. After several minutes, a second pair of feet are heard echoing throughout the chamber, keeping place with Mullen's. However, she does not notice this. Instead of walking forward for the next several minutes, the footsteps keep in the palm of her perfect pace with Mullen's, although one seems to drag, like that of a slight limp. Ahead, another blue emergency light can be seen, underneath of which can be seen another note written again in chalk. Interested, Mullen's begins to increase her pace. Footsteps behind her attempt to compensate, quietly scraping across the ground in an attempt to do so. Mullen kneels down to look at the writing on the wall. The words, two labs, right, two evac, left. Keep any insane out. Many have already, have already dead. Keep any insane out. Many have already died. She stands up, slowly she moves backwards. What does any of this surprise? The footsteps behind her begin to backtrack, but unable to keep pace with Mullen. A loud stumble is heard behind her. What the, turning around, Mullen's begins, brings a flashlight to the bear behind her. Shining light on an SCV 7000-1 and laying on the ground, it brings one of her hands up, a one of its hands up in a gesture that causes Mullen's to stop. 7000-1 pedal instance. No, please, incomprehensible, don't hurt us. Unlike the other instances, which are unclose, this instance has a large, thick, but dirty fur blanket wrapped around the region of. This obscures any possible pedal entity, aside from the one speaking. This particular instance resembles a 13-year-old matted blonde hair that face smeared with ash. The expression shows pure fear. What are you? No, please, don't, incomprehensible, hurt us. Mullen's is unable to speak. She stares at the SCV 7000-1 and shaking her head slightly in disbelief and shock. No, no, no, no, no. We came only for incomprehensible safety, just safety for us. The pedal instance speaks in an indeterminate alien act, but the fear in its voice is apparent. It shakes as it speaks. Why? Why? We only followed what was incomprehensible. They said on the radio, Mullen begins to raise their voice. Who? Who? Incomprehensible, the man, the man on the radio. What do you said, incomprehensible? The foundation, I don't understand. It was everything they said, incomprehensible. It's so dangerous out there. It's so horrible. We cannot go back.  My head, it doesn't hurt anymore. I can hear everything, everything. The difficulty, SCV 7000-1 instance begins to move forward, crawling on its knees despite the weight placed upon it. It begins to cling to Mullen's and the blanket around its neck with his hand. Tears run down its face as it tries to plead. It was everything they said, incomprehensible, please don't take us back. Comprehensible, please, do not hurt us. I, incomprehensible, I have my brother's sister here with me. They are only children, please. Wait, children? Without stopping to think, Mullen throws a blanket off the SCV 7000. We're exposing two more pellet instances, each clinging to death. Both resemble children of less than six years of age and are shivering as they look up at Mullen's. Among the three instances, they all, no. Immediately the first pellet instances scramble as they take the blanket, moving forward on the bloody knees as it attempts to, as it does so, it stands up, the fear in its eyes becoming even stronger as it looks at Mullen. Do not hurt them, they are just my, we are, people, you are just people, people made into this. Filled with newfound understanding, the pellet instance nods eagerly.  Wait, no, in response to Navara, SCV 7000-1 instance begins to turn to address the sound. Mullen's reached out her hand. Wait, no, several, suddenly several silence gunshots are heard. Each ripping through the 7000-1 instant, instantly. Blood splatters on Mullen's and as the pellet sounded her with, to the ground. No, no, oh god. Cass, immediately Navara can be seen rushing out of the dark, holding on her salt rifle in one hand. Blood covers much of her clothes and as she comes into view, light faces, well.  Oh god, I almost, I thought I almost lost you. I almost did, you, you.  Did it hurt you? Are you hurt? Eyes shift, Navara's eyes shift to the side of Mullen's face before looking at the other one. Fuck, you lost your earplugs? You know you can't twist anymore. We have nothing but, stop. Navara's eyes widen.  What? Stop. Navara removes her hands from Mullen's cheeks, but still keeps her eyes on her. I'm, I'm sorry. Sorry? Mullen's begins to pan heavily. Her voice begins to be filled with emotion. I believed you. You told me they were skips, that they weren't people, that they didn't matter. Navara cocks her head to the side, then shakes it. No, stop, you can't think about this any. Why not? Navara stares at Mullen's, her eyes wide. That man and his daughter, that person that tried to get in front of my car, all the ones back in the, the man was using a radio to get here.  All those people in the mountains, all the building, all the ones building the towers in Calgary, waving their, they were trying to touch the car, get our attention, ask for help. And we ran them over. Mullen's raises her hand, pointing quickly to figure out the corpse in front of her. That girl, she was trying to escape with her family, her siblings. She finally got here, and Mullen's shaking with anger, moves in close to Navara, and you shot them dead. Over the course of the next few seconds, as Mullen speaks, Navara's expression turns from puzzlement to horror. She shakes her head. No, no, no, no, no, no. She places both her hands on Mullen's shoulders, looking to her eyes. You can't be falling for this. You can't be, not now, not now. The tear runs down Navara's cheek, her upper lip quivers. I went through hell and high water to get us here. I dragged you out of that wreck in the mountains when you couldn't stop screaming from the pain. I nursed you back to health.  Navara shakes Mullen's violent Navara's shoulder. She nasses her teeth as she does so.  You hear me? You will keep going and forget.  At once, she goes from being at the height of a rage to looking completely defeated. So you're the only one I have left. She looks up at Mullen's. Her tears cast in clear paths to the dry blood. Which is why I need you to fight, please. Navara's lips continue to quiver. Please, a long silence passes between the two as they stare at each other. Please promise me something, Lena. Navara looks at her, moving her face close to Mullen. When you get out there and end this thing, Mullen stands up with Navara following suit nodding along as Mullen speaks. Her expression is as hopeful as she listens. Mullen holds Navara's hand and squeezes him. Do it for them. She looks back at the 7000-1 corpse behind her. As she turns to Navara, the latter's eyes begin to widen. No, stop. Because, honestly, Mullen's eyes begin to tear up as if realizing the gravity of what she's about to say. Slowly, she removes the camera from her shirt collar, pinning it to Navara's. Navara looks up at her, horror-crossing her expression. Has? No. Mullen smiles. Despite this, tears can be seen welling up in her eyes. Navara places her hands on Mullen's cheeks. She is shaking her head, muttering as if in denial. Stop thinking about it. Stop. Mullen's breathes in deeply. Lena? They're just? Mullen's suddenly begins to heave as if wanting to vomit. Continue to stay on Navara. I? Mullen's begins more violently dry-heave. Mullen's more violently dry-heave again, moving her right hand up to her mouth as she begins moving back. I'm sorry. Immediately after, Mullen's vomits a huge amount of blood. Staggering back as further as she does show. As she moves her hands down to her abdomen, she begins to scream in agony. A long ripping sound is heard from Mullen's abdomen, swallowed by the slow trickle of blood from between her fingers. She continues to scream as this happens.  The arm begins to cling to the sides of Mullen's abdomen, using it to pull itself out, revealing another arm. As Mullen screams, a voice is heard from the large-gaming wound in her abdomen. The words help us can be heard prominently. Slowly, as the wound widens, a human head resembling that of a female or its long hair is matted with blood, nearly covering her eyes as she looks straight at the camera. She continues to emerge. The petal instance screams in anguish, using her arms to push herself up against the surroundings of the wound. This causes Mullen to fall over to the ground with the added weight, causing her to scream loudly again as she continues to bleed profusely on the ground.  By this point, the newly emerged petal instance's waist can already be seen from emerging from the wound. As it screams once again, it gives one last push against the body, stopping at once the top of its hips can be seen. As blood continues to drip from its face and her hair onto the floor, it begins to speak. Oh, incomprehensible happened. I, in horror, the petal instance brings its hands up close to its face, trembling with horror as it looks at them. A strangled whisper, a strangled whimper is heard coming from it. What? What are you? Then, slowly, the petal instance turns from its hands to look at Mullen in the camera. Its bloodshot eyes can be seen in details that widens with shock. I, I, as it looks at Navara, it slowly brings its head up. As if trying to gain a bare view of Navara, it continues to tremble as it speaks. Help, the petal instance's voice is identical to that of Cassandra. A second later, it suddenly screams at the top of its lungs in agony once again as another pair of arms appear at its waist, using it as a handhold to pull itself up. As the first petal instance continues to scream, Navara shell-shocked, staggers to her feet and begins to run away. Behind her, the newly created 7000-1 instance continues to scream in excruciating pain, along with additional tearing sounds being heard as Navara gets further and further away from the scene. As she runs, she sees another blue light in front of her, illuminating a split in the hallway, which goes both left and right. As she comes up upon the intersection, Navara takes time to catch her breath, bending down and putting her hands on her knees as she does so. Her breath is shaking as she does so, indicating quiet sobbing. After a few seconds, she gets to her feet and punches the wall next to her, screaming as she releases her pent-up aggression. Fuck! She punches the wall again, fuck! She punches the wall a third time before following it up with several more.  Continuing to sob, Navara slumps against the wall, leaning her head against her arm.  She wipes away her tears and sweat with her arm, looking back at the dark hallway behind her. Fuck, fuck! Sailing one last time, Navara stands up, trying to regain her composure. She continues to shake as she does so, rarely suppressing her sobs. After a few seconds, she straightens her, looking at the intersection. A sign with the word's control room is placed on the right side. Another sign with the word's storage is seen on the left. Let's. She takes the time to breathe in again.  Balling her fists, Navara walks forward with composure immediately turning right. A light emanating from an unseen source can be found in front of her. As she gets closer, it becomes clear that the hallway terminates into a... Which seems to have been removed from its hinges and placed again with... The light, as seen earlier, is coming from the space between the floor and the door. Walking forward with determination, the word's control room is seen on the sign above the door. The muffled sound of several voices are heard beyond... Open, open, open, goddammit, are clearly heard from within the room. Navara readies her assault rifle in both hands. Last stop. Then, with a scream of effort, she kicks the door in, bringing her rifle to the side of the room. As she does, she freezes before seeing something in front of her.  All centered on a hunched figure standing still at the middle of the room. Upon closer inspection, the figure, which resembles an old man, merges with all of the body parts and corpses around him, with his left arm and the entire back of its head being one of the... While the right arm rests, the side of large level protected by glass. It seems to be the only... To only be standing... Arms and legs on the bottom of the... With the legs of the figure itself seeming to hover a few centimeters off the ground. Great deals of light seep from the surrounding windows which encompass the entire circumference of the room, offering a look into the floor below. The figure watches Navara with a surprised look as she enters. Soon after, the entire mass begins to speak. A native, what are you? Each of the head makes up that make up the entity continue to speak as the central figure does, though with increasing but slight delay for the heads that are distributed further from the figure. They all speak with the same dead emotion and careful enunciation. So far, only the central figure seems to be able to make nonverbal gestures with hands. His eyebrows are knotted together in anger as he speaks. His voice is the same as the voice on the radio at... What are you doing here? Navara begins to shake with anger to end this. The figure nods his eyebrows together. End this? You have no idea how much I've done to get here. Navara tightens her grip on her rifle, moving forward in an attempt to intimidate.  The figure's eyes widen before lowering to a deep scowl. Your foundation, aren't you? Just like me. Navara doesn't reply, instead staying back at the entity. What are you doing this for? Glory? Cubris? It's tone lowers. Someone you love. Navara begins to trouble more violently, with barely contained anger. She continues to tighten the grip on her fireheart. You came here for 2,000, didn't you? It moves to face her, obviously wincing in pain as it does so. It moves to cover the lever, to wipe us out, to make it so we never lived. And the figure attempts to shake its head, but cries out in pain as it does so, continues to stare down Navara. We came here to flee. We came here for another second chance.  Navara lets out an exasperated breath, trying hard to restrain herself.  And the entity moves forward suddenly, causing Navara to step back. You came here for nothing. It won't let me in. The figure coughs suddenly, before looking up back up at Navara. And I doubt you have the clearance to do it either. Navara doesn't reply, instead, dying back at the figure. Go back. Takes another pain step forward. Then along with the figure, the entity raises all the bodies with it, to point at the hallway behind her. Go back. Navara stays still. After a few seconds, realization dawns on the entity. You, you have it, don't you? Navara doesn't reply, attends silence and intervenes. Then with all the bodies with it screaming at once, the entity runs at Navara, swabbing at her with all arms on its body. Quickly, Navara runs to the side, causing it to strike to hit the wall. As she does so, she presses the assault rifle to her shoulder, before firing several rounds at the entity. Most make impact, causing the entity to lean to the wall for work. Several of the bodies that were stuck cease to move as it does so. The entity lets out a hacking cough, followed by the sound of splitting as it presses its hands on the wall for work. No, no, no, no. Slower than earlier, it turns to Navara, looking at, a large trail of blood is seen below its mouth. So many depend on me. So many, so many. It lumbers forward again, taking one step as it continues to glare. Its breathing is labored. I won't let you. With another loud scream, the entity moves forward to take, the entity moves to take a swipe at Navara, but not before again, creating multiple wounds on the figure's chest and on the body's close to it. It takes a step back, figure coughs again. Oh, it looks down upon itself. Blood is continuously trickling from its wounds. Oh God, then slowly it falls to the ground, leaning against the wall again. Navara lowers her assault rifle before moving to face the entity. The figure looks up at her, eyes are wide. Please don't do this. Please don't wipe us out. We, it coughs once more, hacking up blood. We deserve a second chance. Navara stares down at it.  They deserve a second chance. The figure desperately shakes its head. No, no, no, you don't understand. You don't understand. I believe I do. She turns around and moves to the large control panel room, which houses a large lever that the center is surrounded by protective glass covering. The side is a fingerprint scanner and a keypad, upon which the numbers nine, five, 10, 66 have been inputted. Quietly she presses her thumb to the scanner. Instantly the glass covering opens, exposing the lever. Please, please don't do this. Please, Navara is silent. The light from the nearby window in front of her lights up her surroundings. Trembling, she slowly places her hand on the lever. She raises her other hand to input new numbers and look outside. I beg you, the figure's voice is more composed than it was before, though it continues to tremble. What? Look outside, please. Navara turns to face it. The figure looks back at her with desperation. You'll, you'll understand. Navara looks at it wordlessly. You've won. Just please don't be this one last thing. Navara stares back at it and she quietly moves away from the lever. As she does, she's a large scene below. Within hundreds of storage units on the floor below her, many have been repurposed the living space for at least 200 7000-1 instances. Unlike before, these instances behave in a much more human continent. Speaking to each other and attempting to port up their both their arms and single pairs of legs. Blankets are seen on many of the instances with even more being freely by several instances. Lufa attack. All of them are watching the control. Some of the juvenile pedal instances, older pedal instances, comfort. Other pedal instances are seen murmuring among themselves. They continue to look up at the control room. They're the same ones. The only same ones out, the billions who came here, the rest of the ones you've been seeing, insane, waiting, feral. They said it. It coughs again, spitting out more blood. Its voice gets weaker. I'm the one at fault. I'm the one who gambled to get us here.  It points to the direction of the outside. But please, please not them. Give them a second chance. It voice gets lower. I beg of you, please help. Both Navara and the figure turn their heads to the voice. It is heard as an echo throughout into the room, denoting the source of the voice's way, as identical to the voice of Sandra Mullen. Soon after, it is followed by several more screams which come from different voices. A quiet choke is heard from Navara. She hears the voice. Incomprehensible, need help. Incomprehensible, if there are anyone, anyone here, the figure watches Navara, pity you're seen on its face. You know, her lost her. It coughs. Yes, Navara's voice is quiet as she speaks. Then you understand. Quietly, Navara chuckles. It is mixed with suppressed sobbing. Seconds pass. The voices are heard coming further and further away before coming too far to hear. Navara is heard quietly sniffling. She is trembling. I remember the time, and Cass and I were driving here.  Showed for 10 hours just to make it up to me. Navara looks at the entity, meeting. When I woke up, I told her, you were unlucky.  You don't need to atone. Her voice shakes. Navara about to cry. You just got to make up for the best of what you got. She looks down, tears falling from her eyes. I know what she meant now, doing it for them, for you. I started on this journey wanting to reset the world to make it what it was. To make it so that you never came here in the first place. She shakes her head. What, what was the date you put into the keypad? Figure's voice is almost non-existent as it speaks. Time our universe split in two when our history's changed. I wanted to do it for, for a new beginning so that the world can continue. Even if our history wasn't yours. Navara silently nods, devils again. Our histories don't have to be separate then. Turns around to face the lever again, placing her hand upon it. She looks back at the entity. You, you were just unlucky, just like Cass said. Navara grunts in pain, pressing her hand into her belly. She smiles through again and through the pain. I don't think I can forgive you for what you've done. Navara coughs, blood spurting from her mouth. She looks back at the figure. But if we can have a new beginning, let's do it together. The figure tries to smile, but is unable to. A single tear runs down its cheek. Thank you, and Navara pulls the lever. Okay, and then this document was last accessed. 1,024 years, 10 months, and three days ago. Delete, why? Yes, file deleted. Exit session, yes. Session exited. Thank you for using SCIPnet. Saved the world for them. Woo. That's gotta be the longest one so far. I believe that to be the case. That was good. That was a good, I like that. Kind of drug a bit in the middle. But it always kept me coming back. The only typo I caught was, I think, I think that right at the start of this document, I think one time it says Navara points the thing it Mullins' face, is that what that's supposed to be? Yeah, yeah, that threw me off too because Mullins obviously didn't come, I'm sorry, Navara didn't come until later. And there's actually a couple times where it says that in that first paragraph or the first couple paragraphs of that segment that you're referring to. But yeah, I mean, that's pretty good. I mean, considering how much text is here, I'm impressed that it was as cogent and well-written as it was. There was a few times where, like there's a word was repeated very closely next to it. Kind of made it sound clunky, but I can easily forget something like that considering the content. I mean, it's a good article, very good stuff. Good job, Echronach. Echronach's in the chat has been watching this go, so. Well, I appreciate you watching. Sorry that I never, I never read anything that long. Woo, that one got me, that was tough. Phew. Yeah, that was impressive, impressive article. The luck aspect, I feel like it was more of a story, story beat, like, you know, I don't know if it's, I mean, I have to go back and read the original. They, it's the info hazards, the main anomaly, but I mean, I get that the whole emotional through line was being lucky in this case. So that fits in my mind. For me, I'm just like, I mean, I've got, there's so much good things to say about this story overall, and from the emotional angles, from the conversations, from the character work, from the concept and the info hazard and everything. Yeah, I'm just trying to figure out the mechanics of the, you know, the pedals and the blossoms in relation to SCP 2000, like straightforwardly. Yeah, well, I see that at K'Nak, you've, going down like the canonic assumption, kind of like is what SCP 2000 does. And one of them is, oh yeah, it accesses time point. And I guess that's what we're going for here, is that like they're actually resetting it back or something like that, or setting the world to a configuration that it existed in at that point. I know the most common one nowadays is that it uses humans at a specific configuration. I guess it could produce pedal instances, like the whole blossom to humans. I'm not sure. Maybe at K'Nak, I can give his information. But I'm going to go and look at the discussion, see if there's an option. They were just unlucky. Here's my 7000 contest entry. It's far more than a triple word count of my previously SCP. It's such a far cry from my normal writing process to burn out on it. One of the few occasions, fair, it's a long one. Let's see, I don't see any, yeah, there's no breakdown in the, yeah, no author breakdown.  What's your interpretation of what SCP 2000 does and how does it relate to the pedal slash blossom instance if you're still there? That was good though. What a ride. 2000, that's the world in the article. I'm both universes to move forward together from a point in the past before they diverged in a separate timeline. Yeah. Yeah, that's the one specific interpretation of SCP 2000. Yeah. Very cool. I burned out just reading that. That was an honor. I can tell you worked really hard on that. Good job. I'm checking that fundraiser now. Checking that fundraiser. If you don't want to do it for Samarian, do it for me. For that, for me reading that, I put a lot of effort into that. No, I'm just kidding. Samarian deserves the money. He recently killed by a tree. Almost was killed by a tree. The tree nearly got him. Every dollar that you give to Samarian's charity makes the tree scream. That's how it works. Absolutely. And we had, we actually, it did get him, but we had to use as fine in order to get him back. And that was a lot of money. Really would like for you to donate to that GoFundMe. Samarian will be very happy because we had to take the funds out of his bank account set. All right. We are on loosing interest by Andromedays. And I know Greg is in the chat hoping we're going to get to Miss Fortune Gorge, which is up next. So that one's you. Great. And I believe for Greg's query, that the sound on the commercials will play. So whenever we get to the little videos that are included in Miss Fortune Gorge, I can make those happen on my end. Perfect. All right. So bam, here we go. Let's get this looking good aesthetically here. There's our bar. Push it to the side. Can't push it to the side. All right. So that's the page we are set. Hello, 051. Council vote. Council vote 1379 requires your attention. Access vote. Yes. Accessing. Please view relevant file. Item number. SCP 7000. Classification level five. Top secret. Containment class. Keter. Disruption class. Amida. Risk class. Danger. Image of an SCP 7000 reality distortion event. Light refraction and blurs are common occurrences in such events. Special containment procedures. Due to the unpredictable nature of SCP 7000 occurrences, no feasible containment methods have been devised. Any research inquiries providing potential ways of stopping or reducing SCP 7000 occurrences in the universe are open for consideration. At present, no temporary or permanent solution has been discovered. Currently, all research and matters related to SCP 7000 have been overtaken by the Pathophysics Department. Description. SCP 7000 is the designation given to a series of anomalous occurrences resulting from an ongoing decrease of human levels within the universe. Currently, human levels have been decreasing or decreased by approximately 2.8% since 2059. This process appears to be accelerating with human levels expected to be halved by 2067. SCP 7000 occurrences include the following. Spontaneous destruction of objects within the universe. Only three such events have been observed, but it is theorized that these events will be more common as human levels continue to drop. Events labeled as reality distortions. These events occur randomly and cause the restructuring of matter within an area into unrecognizable forms. The matter within the area affected evaporates after a random number of days without leaving traces. The first SCP 7000 occurrences were observed in September of 2059, shortly before the discovery of decreasing human levels. The studies have said occurrences were followed by the discovery of pathophysical transmissions which led to the creation of the Pathophysics Department. This department is currently in authority over all research and matters pertaining to SCP 7000. Addendum 1. Context. The following is a briefing from Dr. Michael Cygnus regarding Pathophysics and its relevance to SCP 7000. Dr. Cygnus is currently assigned as a lead researcher for SCP 7000 and is a significant entity within the Pathophysics Department. Date, November 17, 2059. Fiction, Us and Armageddon by Dr. Michael Cygnus. I do not like summarized science. Not with the foundation or anywhere else. It misleads one to think they know the complete picture of something when they only have a starting point to a vast and complicated network of knowledge. But I suppose vast and complex is a good place to start with Pathophysics, as our research has shown that relations between universes go far beyond anything you could have guessed. Well, we, yes, me, and anyone reading or hearing this, are creations of fiction. The fiction from a pathophysical universe. Someone or something in the universe we have designated as U7K is thinking up stories and scenarios in what they deem a fictional universe, that fictional universe being ours. These enter our universe in the form of pathophysical transmissions via inter-universal windows. Footnote. Inter-universal windows are transverses between two universes. It is theorized that these exist for pathophysical transmissions to enter through and are otherwise not a reliable way of accessing U7K. We've only ever observed one of these, which is located 1.5 million kilometers from Earth. So what does this all mean for us? And what can it teach us about SCP-7000? For starters, we estimate that 85% of actions and events result both directly and indirectly from pathophysical transmissions. Footnote. Indirect pathophysical events result from direct pathophysical events, or events directly created by the Pasifit school entity. Indirect events are far more abundant in the universe than direct events. It is theorized that indirect events are the consequence of vague or poorly defined points or ideas made by the pathophysical entity and chaos theorem. As for the other 15%, they result from the universe we thought we knew. From our studies, we have determined the foundation and its anomalies are the focus of these pathophysical transmissions. Thus, we can assume the same for SCP-7000. Unfortunately, we have not been able to determine much else as of now. All I can say is that whatever entity is transmitting us is probably trying to draft the apocalypse. It is in my and my team's best interest to find a solution for SCP-7000 and the ongoing decrease in human levels. What that solution will be, I don't know. But we need to try. It may seem hopeless, even how little time we have to think of something before the public getting note of the SCP-7000. However, all that matters is that we haven't run out of time yet. So what we need to do is get to work and try to evade our demise. Addendum 2, initial message exchange. On December 9th, 2059, to O5 Command SCP-7000 team from O5-1 at SkipNet. Subject, SCP-7000. Greetings. Reality is disintegrating. Worlds are becoming twisted while others are being destroyed. I know it may seem normal to have the apocalypse around the corner, but the apocalypse as we evade usually don't melt away the universe. As O5 Council members, we cannot directly interact with the anomalous. Therefore, this message is also for our team working on SCP-7000. Our incredibly successful Pathophysics Department has stated that the decrease in human levels is a result of pathophysical transmissions, which means someone is writing or thinking about it in some degree. Yes, we are in a story. You probably know this already anyway. However, we cannot let this hinder us from finding a solution. We have evaded destruction in the past, and I am confident this will be no exception. If any of you come up with ideas on what course of action to take, please respond to this message with your input. December 12th, or sorry, December 13th, 2059, to O5 Command, SCP-7000 team, from Jack Bright at SkipNet, Subject, Re-SCP-7000. If I understand this correctly, we are the result of someone thinking or writing in another universe? As such, er, writing in another universe. As such, here is my proposal. If we are being thought and written of, this must be a story. Its plot could be that reality is melting away, we try to stop it without success, but at the climax, it ends somehow. After that, humanity resumes its normalcy, if not something extraordinary. Essentially, my thought is that every story has a happy ending. So perhaps we keep doing what we do when everything will end well. Dr. Bright. December 14th, 2059, to Jack Bright at SkipNet, from O5-1 at SkipNet. Subject, regarding SCP-7000. Your proposal is denied. While I can see the logic behind your thinking, we cannot make assumptions. We don't know who or what is responsible for our actions, but there is no guarantee that a satisfactory ending for them is the same as one for us. Even if not doing anything ends with a solution later, we need a solution sooner. Later means more chances for potentially catastrophic consequences. O5-1. December 17th, 2059, to O5 Command and the 7000 team, from O5-12. Regarding SCP-7000, I think we should further our research into the pathophysical, not with the transmissions, but with the library. The dimension that has all the collective knowledge we know and don't know. Surely an answer has to be, surely an answer has to lie there. If acknowledging that we lack a reliable way to access the library, perhaps we could set aside our differences with the Serpent's Hand. They must know what's happening, and understand the seriousness of it. If we cannot come to terms, we'll commence raids of their sites. O5-12. December 18th, 2059, to O5-12, from Tilda Moose, regarding SCP-7000. The Serpent's Hand is very aware of what is happening. However, they won't be beneficial to us. Ever since the 7000 occurrences began, Serpent's Hand activity has decreased on a global scale. Considering that I was once part of them, and I remember their ways, they are likely leaving because of the current situation. Indeed, we don't have a reliable way to access the library. And even if we did, the vastness of the shelves would hinder effective searches for useful material. Director Moose. December 18th, 2059, command SCP-7000 team, Michael Cygnus, regarding SCP-7000. We need to stop guessing about how to solve this issue immediately. We are actively wasting time by sharing suggestions that won't work. Even if reality melting away takes years, and counting every hour. O5's, I'm going to ask you to abstain from this for now, while me and the team come up with a solution. At this time, we only need you when we need your approval. After all, we are the ones interacting with the objects in the boxes. While most of your research is still work in progress, we have made some breakthroughs. The pedophysical transmissions are tangible, meaning we can harness them to an extent. Of course, we will have to utilize some of our most advanced tech, and Thomeo objects, which makes this ambiguous. However, maybe, just maybe if we're lucky, we can figure something out with the transmissions themselves. I already have a couple of ideas. Dr. Segnus. December 19th, 2059. To Michael Segnus, from Tale to Moose, regarding 7000. The fact that we're using the word lucky is concerning. Like O5-1 already said, we cannot depend on assumptions, and neither can we depend on luck. What are the odds of us failing? Director Moose. December 19th, 2059. To Tale to Moose, from Michael Segnus, regarding 7000. I am genuinely confident we'll figure something out. However, we must accept that we need luck on our side.  We need to hope that those dice roll in our favor. I know these are words we despise hearing in the foundation, but in reality, we all depend on luck and hope, as do our universe. Dr. Segnus. Addendum 3. Project Reverse. March 29th, 2060. Making Us Pataphysical, by Dr. Michael Segnus. Image of the PTCM's Pataphysical Transmission Container. Considering the nature of this situation at hand, it would be an understatement to say that we need to get creative. After working our magic at the Pataphysics Department, we constructed a more reliable version of our prototype devices, designed to capture pataphysical transmissions. The Pataphysical Transmission Concentrator and Manipulator, or the PTCM. With the PTCM, we could capture pataphysical transmissions. From there, we can manipulate and use the transmissions to our will, which will be needed for Project Reverse. Our plan is to create stories about authors hindering themselves from writing about SCP-7000 and apocalyptic scenarios, or something of that sort. Through its manipulation systems, we convert our stories into pataphysical transmissions via the PICTUM and beam-said transmissions into U7K. The hope is that this will prevent the entity from continuing to write and think about us in their current manner. Essentially, we, the characters, want to create. Admittedly, this project is complicated and arouses doubt. However, as I've reiterated, we must try anything. We cannot let complications or doubts hinder us. The more we try, the greater the chance is of us finding a solution. The following is a documentation of stories used for Project Reverse. Creator Dr. Seignis. Summary. Story consistent of an author specializing in writing stories without satisfactory endings. Author decides to make an exception for the story where they are currently writing and finishes the story with a desirable ending. The author is not interested in writing about destructive consequences and redirects the plot to rehabilitate the universe. Comments. Simple. Sums up well. It should be encouraging for whoever is our creator. Dr. Seignis. Dr. Bright. Story consistent of an author specializing in writing and finishes the story with a desirable ending. There are countless apocalypses that are draft up. Just make an exception for us, please. And hope that our universe isn't the only one they're controlling. Dr. Bright. Oh, no! No! Dr. Robert Scranton. Which Robert Scranton are you? A lead designer of the Pictum. A series of science fiction tales describing a universe which has evaded cessation. Civilizations within the universe are seeking to improve living conditions and vital cooperation, which are described as being poor prior to the evaded cessation. I'm not talking to you. If we can overcome this, perhaps we could learn to settle our differences and seek to become a better society. Scranton. On April 17th, 2060, all three of these stories were transmitted into U7K. Analysis indicates that the transmission successfully entered U7K. On May 14th, 2060, a SCP-7000 reality distortion event occurred near Nomegan Uzbekistan. This occurred in close proximity with civilian housing and became the most difficult SCP-7000 occurrence to cover up. The following note was provided by Dr. Seigness. Nine hours after the occurrence. May 15th, 2059 205 Command and the 7000 team from Michael Seigness subject project reverse. Well, unless the entity is slow to react, I'm calling this a failure. Before we give a poll, I must mention that we made some intriguing discoveries during project reverse. Our access to U7K is more reliable than what we speculated, which could become useful for future projects. Additionally, a discovery with the pathophysics department made is that all pathophysical transmissions have become 6% less intensive since we started observing them last year. Dr. Seigness. Addendum. Project Ogle. June 26th, 2060. Pocket Dimensions and 7000 by Dr. Michael Seigness. The decision to observe other pocket dimensions to see if they were affected by SCP-7000 was a suggestion by Dr. Tilda Moose following her reports about the Serpent Sand leaving our universe for the library. These pocket dimensions are products of pathophysical transmission since they are under foundation interest. Project Ogle focuses on traveling to pocket dimensions attached to art and universe to observe the effects of decreasing human levels there. Perhaps if we are lucky, someone from one of them may preside insight on a solution. The following is a collection of logs acquired from the two most significant Project Ogle explorations. Land of the unnameable folk. Image of SCP-7000 occurrences within the forest beyond worlds. Which, that's just green text. These aren't links. These are just colored. Oh, here we go. Taboo is the Wood Without Monarchers. A single team was dispatched into the Wood Without Monarchers per protocol for a standard exploration. Large numbers of SCP-7000 occurrences had distorted sections of the grove beyond the well with some causing difficulties in exploration as they overlap with the only path out of the Nameless Realm. The exploration team noted the absence of native entities during the exploration. The following is a journal page recovered from the exploration previously owned by a native entity. It is noted that the journal denotes a name to the trees which cannot be worded which have been expunged per protocol. Currently, all safety protocols referring to the wilderness which shall not be named remain essential. I thought the war was the last trouble we'd ever see but all these unexplained events are worse than anything we could ever imagine. Countless of my people are dead including most of my family. People are attempting to leave but I don't see any chance of safety in this. I feel like my body is barely intact and is falling apart. It feels as if a weak hit would disintegrate me. I am beyond hopeless. I remember the first time I was told about our absence of names. How we could not designate this by name. However, here I am doing so. I only noticed when someone tried putting it to the test yesterday. Something's not right. Whatever is causing this may be giving us our names back. But what good are those if we're all dying? I recall my family telling me about how one should hold on to something they enjoyed even if they lost interest in it. They said everything I used to enjoy still had treasure in it and losing it causes regret and disaster. I don't know what they meant by that but the only thing I enjoy are these and I will not lose interest in them and they get not until I'm next to die. They're my only home after all. Corbinic. Six members of Mobile Task Force Omega-16 were dispatched into SCP-2922-C. Communication with the team remained unstable throughout their exploration, indicating an error with SCP-2922. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Mobile Task Member Omega-16 maintained communication throughout the exploration with communication exchanges being logged below. L1 Director, hello. We're here in the desert. I read you, Dune. What does the area look like? How it usually does. Green sky, dim light, cold wind. Although the moons in the sky appear off. They have swirls and twists on them. Understood. Call me when you reach it. Understood, Director. We're... And we'll... Director, we've arrived at the valley. In case you're wondering, we don't feel starved or dehydrated. Copy that. What do you see? The valley is... Looks like the faces of the moons. All twisted and disordered. The slopes of mountains, too. And there's not a soul in any direction we're looking. Hey, can you see the Bogle Mountain? I need you to ascend the mountain next to it. The one with the three-faced tree? Yes. Get to the top of it. Call back when you've summoned it or encounter anything noteworthy. Roger, but... Call terminates abruptly. L3 Director, we encountered the tree. But only one of its faces appeared alive, however. The other two were gone. Understood. Did you ask it anything? Yes. We asked if it knew about the anomalies. It told us it hadn't been visited for a long time and that it'd forgotten much. It claimed that the land was being forgotten. I... I don't know what that meant. Understood. Well, assuming the face was the truthful one, we're at least getting something. On a different note, our communication with you is rather unreliable. We've noticed ourselves. My last call ended before I hung up. So that is what we did. At least I can still rely on you. What's next? We need to see if the initiative is still active. Please explore until you encounter anything relevant to them. Your connection is getting choppy again. Three moons initiative to be clear. L4 Director, do you read me? I read you do. We passed the marble hall and it was surprisingly calm. No chaos like there is usually. Just a lot of destruction. Have you found anything related to the three moons like we told you to? Yes, or what's left of them? Saw a couple of figures walking down the coast of the sea and talked with them. And what did they tell you? I think... Call terminates abruptly. The following is a voice message received from Janet Spiegel's SCP-2922 channel on this... on July 10th, 2060. Janet Spiegel, footnote. The first explorer of SCP-2922, C. Hello, Foundation. Remember me? I'm the person who helped you discover this place. I have still not overcome what you did to me, you cowards. But it doesn't matter now, does it? We know what is happening as much as you do. Since it is a result of the pedophysical, not even the afterlife will survive. We've tried reaching the alternate universe after we started collapsing because of the occurrences. None of our drones ever returned, nor ever transmitted anything. Our people continue to suffer as the occurrences destroyed our cities and environments, and we burn more resources trying to stop it. You cannot rely on us to save you as we've tried, because we are just as helpless as you. All the entities we've communicated with claim that the land is being forgotten. I don't know what it means, but I don't see any sign of the destruction stopping. All I can say is this... We who've reached the final test are all set to die again. July 12th, 2060. Two O5 command from Tilda Moose. Subject, SCPs. Greetings. As of me writing this, several anomalies at Site-19 are displaying strange behavior. Others are losing their anomalous properties altogether. While there are more anomalies affected by the latter, it is better to be safe than sorry. I would like to ask the O5s to request the Mobile Task Force in proximity with Site-19 to be on high alert for containment breaches. Director Moose. July 12th, 2060. Two tell to Moose from O5-1 regarding the SCPs. This is the fifth report O5 has received about anomalies behaving abnormally or neutralizing themselves. Several Site Directors have reported anomalies being spontaneously destroyed. As such, you are not alone. Despite everything we need to keep tabs on, O5 will hold a meeting about the situation. In the meantime, we'll alert Mobile Task Forces about the situation. O5-1. July 12th, 2060. Two O5 command in the 7000 team from Michael Cygnus. Subject, meeting. Greetings. Initially, I planned to show a proposal for our next project in this mail. This was to retry what Three Moons Initiative was doing, which was to send something into U-7K to get direct observation on the source of the petaphysical transmissions. However, this new trend of our anomalies being changed or destroyed is notable, as it cannot be coincidental with the observation we made during Project Olga. As I've mentioned before, we the Foundation and our anomalies are the focus of the petaphysical transmissions. The note we recovered from the first exploration gave a name to, well, you know. Also, SCP-2922 kept malfunctioning during our exploration of Korbenek. What I'm saying is that even the anomalies we are not directly containing are being affected. I would like to state something else in this message as I'm typing. I think this needs to be a group effort. It ought to be one anyway. We the Foundation need to learn to set aside differences when situations get serious. I would like all 5s to organize a meeting with significant groups of interest, if possible. We need to gain insight into this situation from their perspective. Dr. Segnis. On July 15th, 2060, the O5 Council agreed to organize a meeting with groups of interest willing to attend. The meeting was held on July 25th, 2060 at site 14. The day before the meeting, the following note was found in Dr. Segnis' office. Oh, no. Addendum 5. GOI Meeting 438. July 25th, 2060, Group of Interest Meeting 438, transcribed. Meeting Summary. Meeting held between the Foundation, the Global Occult Coalition, the Horizon Initiative, and the Church of the Broken God, regarding SCP-7000. Representatives, O513. Dr. Michael Segnis. Psyguns. Dr. Michael Psyguns, I like that. Pew, pew, pew! Foundation, Adrian Frederick Karlheinz, the GOC, Catherine Fitzerovia, Church of the Broken God, the Horizon Initiative. Karlheinz. Look at this. The Foundation, who takes pride off containing the destructive, has failed and now asks us for help. We did not bring you here to... Oh, O513, did I do a high voice frame? I think I did a high voice frame. We did not bring you here to bicker. Our situation is serious and we need to remain competent. What is your input, Fitzerovia? I'm afraid I have to occur with the GOC. You tried to bring humanity together for centuries. You tried to bring humanity together for centuries. You tried to bring civilization to levels never imagined before. You tried to bring civilization to levels never imagined before. And all the foundation is done is hindered our efforts for the sake of preserving this pity thing called normalcy. And directing their research towards containing the bizarre instead of researching methods of preventing the apocalypse countless times over. Stop. Recognize the situation. We need to settle our differences now and find a solution. That is what the foundation told us. Thank you, Dworkin. Now everyone, please sit down. Can I be sure this guy won't shoot me the first time? Can I be sure this guy won't shoot me the first chance he gets given our relations? Fitzerovia points it, Dworkin. This meeting is secure. No one here has weapons. Now let's get to business. O513 looks through her papers. It's becoming less real. I'm sure you're all aware of that. The consequences are already troublesome and are set to become more severe. And it is all because of our story. We bring you here to share each other's perspectives and come up with potential solutions for the issue. Well our solution is to put more pressure on us to rebuild McCain. Our progress with collecting parts has been increasing in the past few decades. McCain will, I apologize for cutting you off, but I wouldn't focus on gods for this. Only within our universe and its dimensions. And Pataphysical has authority over all that. Are you sure about that? Think about the technical advantages McCain will gift us. We don't know if we can get advantages over the entity creating us. Besides, we already tried technological solutions without success. Maybe you didn't try hard enough. How about destroying the entity? Actually, we are working on a project to send a probe into the Pataphysical universe to get observations on this entity. But, as far as we're concerned, creating all the nuclear bombs and mass destruction weapons we can is dumb and short-sighted. That's not us. I know that's how the foundation views the GOC, but let me throw in the Horizon Initiative's two cents. We concur with Fitzrovia. In that our faith is what we are relying on to get us through this. I thought we made it clear that our gods won't be useful and that they are within the boundaries of Pataphysical creation. Faith isn't something with borders and we are staying on our path. We'll agree with whatever plan is decided on. The problem is that we don't have a plan right now. May I ask now, what efforts have you made in an attempt to stop the destruction of reality? Five-second period of silence occurs. We tried removing the distortions and didn't work. Well, of course not. They dissolved by themselves after some time. At least we tried. And what have you done? Tried rebuilding your god like you have for centuries? Which is a better course of action than doing something that is essentially nothing. Nothing!   Stop! We cannot continue this behavior. By the sounds of it, no one here has put enough serious effort into hindering the loss of reality for SCP-7000. We at the Foundation have done research into the path of physical transmissions, gathered information on the situation and made attempts to stop all this. And what have you found? Intriguing discoveries. Among others, we noticed that the transmissions have become less intensive. We already know how that works. What about fixing? Dr. Seigness emerges from his seat in the right corner of the room. Mind if I say something? I thought I told you I would do the talking, but you don't know everything and I have something that needs addressing. Dr. Seigness lays us out of papers on the table. Our ideas for preventing a total reality collapse have all been based on one assumption. That we are in a story and our author is writing the apocalypse. This apocalypse comes in the form of human levels dropping and the occurrence of SCP-7000 as a result. Almost recent studies of the transmissions and data gathered from Project Ogil suggest a concerning new reality. What's that? We are fading away from the entity as it thinks less and less about us. What are you talking about, Seigness? Most of us can only hold on to interests for limited periods of time. This also looks to be the case for the entity. Could you describe what your most recent studies are? The data gathered from the anomalies within pocket dimensions visited during Project Ogil follow the theme of forgetting or losing interest. Well, it may not be our most reliable data considering how little we trust those anomalies. Something I can confirm is that pedophysical transmissions are getting less intensive. The percentage of reality they contribute to is decreasing. And what does that mean for us? Nothing good. What exactly? We are not living in an apocalyptic story. We are living at the end of our story's timeline. We are on the last chapter. Without the author even knowing or caring. Five seconds of silence, Kurt. What do you mean? The author is losing interest in our universe. The author is forgetting about our story and is moving on from us. In a few years, as the interest in the anomalies and the foundation grows weaker, our universe will continue to become less real. But you said that pedophysical transmissions are contributing less to reality. What if the small part of the universe is controlled by itself will replace the fewer transmissions? I wish it were that way. But judging by our situation, it appears that the replacement for the missing is nothing. Just a vleed. In 15% of reality, which won't be able to sustain us, six seconds of silence occurs.  Addendum 6, Pickdom Update September 15, 2060, SCP-7000 team getting an email from Robert Scranton. Subject, Pickdom. Greetings, Joel. Some major breakthroughs have been made. We recently completed the construction of a highly advanced pedophysical transmission sensors, which are able to detect pedophysical transmissions and their consequences in a given area. In other words, we can now discern the 15% of reality which is unaffected by transmissions. Any thoughts on this being useful? September 15, 2060, to Robert Scranton from Michael Cygnus. Subject, regarding Pickdom. Pickdom. That was too much. That was too thick even for my bad accent. That was actually greed. I think the Pickdom may become useful again for our next projects. I'm still on the come-down from our meeting back in July, so I haven't given them enough thought. Dr. Cygnus. Addendum 7, Final O5 Ruling March 21, 2061. Ending our story by Dr. Michael Cygnus. After more time and effort and use of the foundation we've gathered over the past year, the foundation has pushed forward three proposals for fixing the CP7000 and the loss of our reality. It's now up to the O5s to vote on what is best. Despite me being initially hesitant to have input from them, I say they followed our developments for enough time to make crucial decisions. They still govern the foundation's decision making after all. All three of the proposals involve the Pickdom. And I wish I could say that they are all carefully planned out. In actuality they fall more into the category of so absurd they just might work. Project Set Free This project intends to close the window to U7K and cut off pathophysical transmissions altogether via the use of still existing antokinetic anomalies. This, in theory, will separate our universe from the pathophysical universe. This is the one I'm least in favor of considering that the less intensive transmissions are the problem. It also goes off the assumption that the pathophysical transmissions come to our universe long after it was created and began dictating occurrences within it. It is uncertain if that is the case but what isn't at this point. Project Action This is a rework of project reverse. It uses a similar method but on a larger scale. Its intention is to motivate our author to write and think about us again. As the foundation and the anomalous have been the primary focus of the story, we need to go beyond an organization that locks objects into boxes, and prevents others from getting to them. This is again going off an assumption which is that author began losing interest in us because of our monotonous ways. Project Change Finally, there is the plan I've been the head of developing. Project Change We've only shared its details with the O5s and this is by far the one they are most skeptical about. One of them even called it completely nonsensical. Never thought I'd hear the O5s diss our work like that. Well, I do understand their skepticism in that it seems to be a dead end. There is a careful thought behind it. As such, this is the one I've helped for.  The SCP-7000 occurrences are becoming more frequent by the month and harder to cover up. There were already drafts for a BM broken masquerade scenario where we lift the veil and expose ourselves. As tired and burnt out as I am which is expected given how straining conducting research at the department is, I have not lost myself. I am both confident and hopeful in our organization. This is more true than ever now. Considering we have these three projects and maybe just maybe if we're lucky we choose the happy ending. Please select your desired proposal for resolving SCP-7000. You have to make one of three choices. Oh lord. Take a big sip. Alright, do these actually offset one? Oh lord. Okay, offset one. Offset two. Offset three. So there are three choices here. Oh yeah, they're full articles. Full offsets. Oh boy, alright. Well, of those options I feel like doing them in order is the right choice. I think that will give us a progression. Or maybe it's truly choose your own adventure. Let me open these in separate tabs. Boom. Boom. Alright, so given I would vote with Cygnus as personally, so that's going to be my canon ending if there's a canon ending. I'm putting that out there now. So change is my canon ending, but let's check them all. Project Sit Free is successful. Item number, SCP-7000. Classification level one, unrestricted. Containment class, esoteric. Secondary class, apollyon. Disruption class, amida. Risk class, critical. Special containment procedures. Containment of SCP-7000 has been declared a failure. Due to the rapid deterioration of the universe and the imminent annihilation of humanity, no further efforts of stopping or slowing SCP-7000 are being considered. Description. SCP-7000 is the designation given in the ongoing deterioration of the universe resulting from decreasing human levels. SCP-7000 is expected to cause a ZK class reality failure within the next week. While the presence of SCP-7000 was discovered in 2059, the catalyst for accelerated deterioration is the result of Foundation-Initiated Project Sit Free. This plan was initiated with the intent to eliminate all pathophysical connections to alternate universe UK-U7K at RecordingK6152.net Why am I even writing this?  Oh, why am I even writing this? Nearly everyone is dead.  The stars in the sky are turning their lights out. I am Dr. Michael Segnus level 4 researcher. I tried. I thought I knew what I was doing. I hoped they would make the right choice. I was confident. But soon, we're gone. The walls of the room around me look like they were photographed at the focus. Others look like they're melting. Objects are floating and becoming more distorted. Objects are floating and becoming more distorted. I feel so cold, but also warm at the same time. I don't feel good. I guess this is it. My arms are dissolving as I'm speaking. Blood is clogging up my vocal cords and getting everywhere as I speak. My all-heal tank is falling to itself. I'm disintegrating. I've never had the chance to say goodbye to close ones. The probably gone anyways. But no, that I love you all. Please just violent coughing and gagging occurs. Splattering and gagging noises. Error. Software has been corrupted. Lockout initiated. Hardware failure detected. Shutting down. So, set free was not fun. Let's try this again. Stop. Project Action. Addendum 8. Project Action. On the 5th, on the 1st of May, 2061, a major SCP-7000 reality distortion event occurred in Central Medellin, Colombia. The event destroyed nearly 50 buildings and resulted in the death of 647 individuals. Within hours, news of the occurrence reached a global scale, despite foundation efforts to impede the spread. With this veil failure, a broken masquerade scenario was initiated, giving the public general knowledge of the foundation. Following the passing of vote 1379, the foundation initiated Project Action. The initiative proved difficult, however, as it was accompanied by surges in panic and chaos on a global scale, following the lifting of the veil. Foundation efforts to impede the situation proved unsuccessful. May 23rd, 2061, 0513 meeting transcript, meeting summary, meeting held between 0513 and Dr. Seignis. You voted for this course of action. And what has it done? Only sparked chaos. Please remain civil if you wish to converse. You accept someone to be civil in these circumstances. Things take time. If anything, this is good, as chaos is what encourages creativity. Have you gone insane? Our objective would be to protect the people and now we're harming them. Harminging them. We're harminging them. The stocks are tanking because people don't want to work for what they think are corrupt governments. Violent riots are taking lives as we speak. We are falling into complete anarchy. We needed a solution that considered the welfare of the people. Not this! It's for the greater good. While, yes, this may not have been according to our initial plan, we have tried to mitigate these facts. Perhaps it's not necessary. And we encourage the entity to think about chaos. Next thing you know, the draft of the next global conflict. Is that the greater good? Those events are a better outcome than a loss of reality, though. Fictional conflicts are not usually resolved through diplomacy. I know I've reiterated time and time again that we do not know this entity's preferred fiction, but it does not make a difference when the world is ending. Look! We've yet to see if this works. The Path of Physics department is still tasked with observing the transmissions. We draw better conclusions with those. All while violating our ethos. Wasn't the objective of the foundation to make the public feel safe? Telling them that there are entities and objects that could end the world if one thing goes wrong isn't exactly comforting. The O5s even addressed that the veil would never be broken unless it failed or we became desperate. Isn't that our situation? Well, we still don't think we needed to be so drastic. I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick. Keep going. I'll keep running. On May 31st, 2061, a measurement of pedophysical transmission intensity was taken. The final measurement indicated that the pedophysical transmissions were regaining strength. Further research indicated that Hume levels were increasing, which ultimately led to less SCP-7000 occurrences. June 2nd, 2061, dystopia ending by Dr. Michael Cygnus. I've read several novels where the world they're set in is saved, but it ends badly for the characters. I'm now concerned this is how this story ends. We may have solved the issue with losing reality. The Hume levels are increasing again. And the SCP-7000 occurrences are becoming less frequent. We may have regained the interest of the entity, but not in the right way. Geopolitical tensions are increasing everywhere. The economy is headed for an old-time low. Trade has halted as people refuse to work for nations they don't trust. Governments are trying to pin the economic crisis on each other, despite being completely aware of the one's hidden foundation. This reaction to the foundation going public was far worse than I would have imagined. The disruption among people is still getting worse. And everyone feels insecure. I'd be lying if I said I didn't agree.  Just waiting for a spark. If I had to guess, the author is getting ready to strike a match. During the rest of 2061, several wars broke out between nations following diplomatic failures. The casualties resulting from this war exceeded that of any previous conflicts, resulting in the deaths of over 70 million people between June and December. As the conflicts continued into 2062, desperation grew on all fronts due to the resource scarcity. Belligerents with access to nuclear weapons began considering the usage of such weaponry. File update December 19, 2074 Recording K13.net Hello. I am Michael Segnis. This is my first time using our terminals in over 10 years. The world has warmed up and it is at least safer for exploration. Civilization is mostly destroyed, only being held up by people like us. It's actually somewhat peaceful. My group decided we should venture to the place where the pitcom was and here we are. And luckily for us, the facilities backup power generator was still intact and not ready to activate. Since there says nothing on this file about what came of project action, I'll summarize. In March of 2062, the North American Federation had depleted up to 97% of their military resources in both the Pacific and European fronts. What little was left of the government decided there was no other option and launched nuclear strikes on several cities belonging or occupied by other global superpowers. The next day, Helsinki, Ankara, Tehran, Taipei and countless other countries, cities were incinerated. A day later, however, the Federation was no more. But neither were most other nations.  I don't know what that plan was, but I don't think involved getting into space shuttles, so they're out there somewhere. I would say it's odd we were alive, but I already know why. When we activated the sensors to view the pathophysical transmissions, I saw them on the monitor. We were covered in them like a rain falling onto and running off of us. We were covered in them like a rain falling onto and running off of us. I wish we had applied harder pressure on them to choose our proposal. I know I don't like seeing myself as superior, but I had repeatedly warned for the potential consequences of the first two proposals. And unfortunately, I was right. We may have evaded the loss of reality and regained the interest of the author. However, it came at the price of billions of lives. Lives that didn't need to be ended. There is no doubt that those I still have close are part of that price. And all because the council thought that the easier wrong seemed better than the harder right. I think this will be the last log for now. But now you, if anyone is reading this, know we're still here in a world controlled by an author who is content with writing about people trying to survive in a post-apocalyptic world. Right On to the third offset. Vote for project to resolve SCP-7000? Project Change is the winner. And we were the deciding vote. Coincidentally, Project Change is the designation given to a project designed by the Pathophysics Department to resolve SCP-7000 and the decrease in human levels. Project Change involved the transferring of the pitcum into a construct designated as the conceptual reality projector, or CROSP. The CROSP consists of a large rhombus structure, silver in coloration. Its construction commenced prior to council vote 1379 as an expression of demand from the Pathophysics Department. Construction of the CROSP was done under observation of Pathophysical Transmission Sensors to ensure a no-pathophysical transmission to ensure no-pathophysical transmission interfered with its creation. On July 17, 2061, the CROSP was deployed near the inter-universal window located near Earth. The only individuals within the CROSP were Dr. Michael Seigness and O5-1. The final procedure for Project Luck was recorded via a camera via camera, the log of which is below. October 17, 2061 O5-1 moves about the interior of the CROSP. The interior visually resembles a casino with slot machines lined against the walls and tables located in the center. Several flower pots containing four-leaf clovers are situated on the tables. Several horseshoes are hung up on the walls. The carpet is embroidered with numbers and symbols commonly affiliated with Luck. Dr. Seigness is seated at one of the tables typing on a computer. O5-1 approaches Dr. Seigness. How is that coming along Dr. Seigness? You're right on time for rescue. The procedure is soon ready. The only shame we should have on ourselves right now is that we didn't think of this sooner. Well, it takes some serious brain power to invent something like this. You'd think so.  You should know this. I've been around for over 200 years now and no, the prevention of aging does not prevent one's mind from becoming numb. No, not that. As an O5 member, you should know that the foundation has the brightest mind civilization has ever seen. Hell, weren't you one of us at one point? Honestly, I've been striding about this conceptual room or whatever you called it for too many months now. I hardly even remember if this is what I voted for. What you voted for was something far better than your other two options. Those were never reliable. Why is that? Most of the O5s are skeptical over this. Why? Because it's tempting to choose the seemingly better wrong than the confusing doubt-inducing right. And why is this right? Dr. Seigne stands up. The bitcom is still capturing pedophysical transmissions. We've successfully manipulated a portion of said transmissions to turn what I've been writing into a reality. That reality is the room we are in now. All contained inside the cross. And why is it a room for gambling? The casino serves no actual function. It's little more than a theme cosmetic. Theme? No. Theme. What do you mean? Four seconds of silence occur. Overseer. Do you know what is the primary driving force of events across all universes? What had driven us to this very point? Time. Not quite. Time does feed it, though. Please state, I don't like guessing games. Look. Luck. What do you mean by luck?  Us discovering that our author was losing interest in us was because of luck. Our author bringing us into existence in the first place is because of luck. The fact that the author exists is because of luck. The fact that life exists in all the universes to perceive their beauty is because of luck. But, you've always talked about probability theory. There should be news. The difference here being that you've evaded destruction. I know the O5s had serious doubts that this would work out. The other two proposals were so much more comprehensible. What had pressured you was that we'd already started working on it. We were lucky that project luck won the vote by one. What would happen if it didn't? Well, we don't live in an alternate timeline. But both I and most of the pedophysics of the first two proposals. Sure, they seem more reasonable, but we're built on speculation. What we've done here was free of speculation. But that doesn't, still doesn't explain how this conceptual casino will help us. What even is this conceptual reality you've created? As I said, luck has been our best friend. We need to get lucky in order for our author to think and write about us again. The script I projected into the cross is about luck and how it has helped us and how we need it for this project. Put simply, this conceptual reality is our luck in tangible form. O5-1 looks around the room for a few seconds before looking back at Dr. Seignas. Once I release our luck into U7K through that inter-universal window, we're done. Well, I can only hope it works. Like I said, my mind has become too worn out to properly comprehend all this. Perhaps it's for the best I don't interact with our boxes anymore. Well, there is only one way to find out. But hope isn't necessary because this is going to work. Dr. Seignas knocks his head. Come, O5-1. I think it's time. The procedure is ready. O5-1 and Dr. Seignas approaches a transparent section of the right wall from the camera. The inter-universal window comes into view outside. Within the window, the view of a computer keyboard comes into view. An unidentified human figure can be seen typing at the keyboard. Is that the entity? Yes. Who are they? Who knows. Perhaps as best as us, the character is not to know that. Now, let's save the universe. Dr. Seignas returns to his computer and hits a key. The room becomes distorting and moves towards the transparent section of the wall. As it passes through the wall, it turns purple and unrecognizable from the original room. The purple flow could be seen entering into the inter-universal window. After two minutes, a black void emerges in place of the room. Only the transparent section of the wall, O5-1 and Dr. Seignas and Dr. Seignas's computer are visible. Within the universal window, the figure opens a new tab on its computer. It opens to a page with a black and red header with the SCP Foundation logo on the left. The reaction from the figure indicates that this action was accidental. The figure does not close the tab and instead begins to browse the open site. This is us! The figure creates another tab and opens up a page containing what resembles a standard SCP document. The figure sits still at the computer for several minutes before it nods its head. It soon begins typing at the document. Is that... No, no. Is that... Hold on, let me check the pitcom. Dr. Seignas types it at his computer for a few seconds. He still stands up out of excitement. Oh my... Eureka! Is it working? The pathophysical transmissions are increasing in the density. The human levels are rising! You can view all that just from the desktop. Yes, it definitely puts strain on it, but that doesn't matter now. We've done it. The apocalypse Well, I guess you were right. What do we do now? I congratulate you. For what? For choosing the happy ending. Hmm. What did you think?  This is what I'm all about all the time. Absolutely. I wonder why it's... It hasn't gone high. Well written. Is it like the people just like a verse to... I think it's... I think it's good. I think it's definitely a more readable pathophysical in terms of like approachability. You know, it's... fun, it's engaging. I like this one a lot. It's a wholehearted... Check it out. Here, fragment pages. Cool. Very nice. Checking the fundraiser now. Checking on the fundraiser. I know we got another donation in the chat. Oh, Huzzah! Let me grow my chat here so I can see it. Oh boy. I completely borked the chat. There we go. Jay, Caleb, I'm here. I want to give out the misposted image with XXXX in the image. File changes at work. I'll be updating that tomorrow. Just know when you get to mine. Well, thank you for your donation to make sure we got that message. Absolutely. And I'll run the fundraiser. 2700. Thank you for your most recent Donator. Henry, with your $10. Much appreciated. Thank you. Oh, yeah. Greg is here and he's very excited. SCP-7000. Miss Fortune Gorge. Now, give me 5 seconds to scroll that before you start. Just because I need to go hit the restroom and I want to make sure I'm back in time to play the first video. And I have plenty of time, so... Yeah, definitely plenty of time on this one, yep. Alright, I will return shortly and Billeth will get us started. Absolutely, I will. And this is a Vikander Need Technical Media Joint by Grigori Karpen. Miss Fortune Gorge, everybody. SCP-7000 Miss Fortune Gorge. Item number SCP-7000, Object Safe. Site Responsible Site 43. Big fan of Site 43. Director, Alan J. McKinnis Wooly Hammer. Assigned Task Force is MTF-Capo 43. That's a new one. Level 5. Image Caption says SCP-7000. Images says Miss Fortune Gorge at VK Production. Special Containment Procedures. SCP-7000 is to be kept in a High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site 43. The anomaly may be viewed under strict limitations with explicit approval of Site Director McKinnis. Under no circumstances if any member of Overwatch Command be allowed to view the anomaly or be informed of the anomaly's existence believe it's, I think, R would fit that a little bit better. Access to the content of SCP-7000 is restricted to those personnel specifically cleared to review general knowledge of the anomaly even among Foundation personnel. Description. SCP-7000 designates a right to television CRT continuously playing a single episode of the game show Miss Fortune Gorge sponsored and distributed by GOI-5889 the Candor Need Technical Media. Behind me there's a CRT Secret, VFX. The episode is apparently from an established series but no reference to other episodes has been found within the database. The recording I'm sorry I'm trying to recite the chat in here so I can see everyone feel for words. Recording consistently displays image degradation static and warping lasting for a brief period. However, the audio is consistent with 1990s record despite this, Miss Fortune Gorge's opening crawl alleges the episode filmed in front of a live studio audience and contains copyright information indicating it was distributed in 2022. Footnote. The identifying copyright number does not match any record within the US of copyright or US Office of Copyright or any other nation's equivalent federal body. The manner and technique of storing the video file on SCP-7000 has not been discovered. The television appears to be of standard production and no obvious mechanical modifications have been discovered upon disassembly that would explain its ability to store files. The anomaly has no need for electrical current to maintain operation and if an individual enters the containment in the midst of an episode playtime the anomaly will reset and start the episode from the beginning. Individuals who watch the episode are convinced of the veracity of everything depicted during its runtime of 43 minutes. This conviction will begin to affect the behavior of viewers in predictable ways to begin the events to believe the events actually occurred accordingly. Amnestics have been ineffective on those subjects who ha