| Page | Description |
|---|---|
| Anorrack II | Scrapped Articles |
| Christmas Xchange | War in the House of Dust |
| Christmas Xchange 2 | Shadow on your Back |
| collab:Anorrack III | History of Arms |
| collab:xchange-2 | Comfort of Eyes and Hands |
| collab:Anorrack II | Tsercele Collab |
| collab: Anorrack | Tsercele Collab 2 |
| Anorrack-iv | Cognitohazard |
| Anorrack-iv | Gilgamesh GOC doc |
| Anorrack-iii | Aberdeen |
| Anorrack-V | GUNSIGHT |
| Anorrack-VI | Free Page |
| Anorrack-VII | burning ring of fire |
| Anorrack | Elvis |
| Templum | Free Page |
Colony of Red Fire Ants, somewhere in the outskirts of new orleans. can assume the form of multiple animal species, but usually sticks with human. Doesn't have a nest, with the queen situated where the "heart" of the animal should be. Primarily carnivorous, eating animals in the 10-20 kg range, but has been known to scavenge from animal corpses larger than that. Not sentient, was first seen near an orphanage before containment.
A couple from the 60s, each able to teleport to the location of the other. The wife dies in the 70's, and the husband is used for the Foundation space program, as he could teleport to the location of his wife's bones. Explores the initial locations on Europa, Mars, and Titan, each where rockets flew some bones. Finally, on Io, he stops and allows his oxygen tank to run out, as he was done chasing his wife around the solar system.
Bronze Narcissus Mirrors in the Indus River Valley.
rewrite of the cluedo board.
reanimated corpse of huey long, in place of power within La Rue Macabre. just a head in a jar, on top of a rickety robot torso.
Oppossum that holds baby mammals in pouch, currently contained within Area-12. Empty nest syndrome.
small pixies that when snapped glow like glow sticks, chemicals in spine that initiate bio-luminesence. Foundation discovered them on a raid on "Sheevra's Collectibles Emporium" in Dublin, marketed ostensibly as a gift shop selling unique trinkets, but in reality was selling fairies bounded wtih geases.
Kowloon Walled Cortex, Assassination. Alaska Native Assassin uses occult weaponry
The unfinished equation. Paramathematics division, Site-84. Missing researcher, house affected by mathematically related anomaly.
Attempted lunar landing with Apollo's Chariot
Good reviews about my articles:
"I actually thought it had a decent ending" -ARD, SCP-3946
Small article about a giant mosquito, contained by a ring of flowers. commands swarms of mosquitos to kidnap/suck blood of people and feed it, somewhere in Alaska. Put a small insert of a folktale in article about the mosquito "using his abilities to draw blood, stealing the size of Wolverine, the teeth of Ptarmigan, the voice of Stone, etc etc."
Something with Number Stations?
now I'm thinking of a tale where two battlemages have a feud and keep dueling, but everytime they do they both lose body parts and have to get augs, so by the end of it their staffs and spellbooks are replaced by plasma cannons and railguns
I'm imagining that DC al Fine and co. are in the pacific trying to secure religious or occult artifacts from the Japanese expansion, particularly IJAMEA. Because Japan was newly industrialized and only had a population of around 70 million around WWII, they didn't really have the manpower or the industry required to hold onto their newfound territory, so I imagine IJAMEA was trying to either replicate occult artifacts for frontline use or make new soldiers as meat shields, i.e. the rakshasas in my tale.
So during WWII Fine, co., and now Pal/Pramaada are going around the Pacific Rim, fighting both IJAMEA, the newly formed Soviet paranatural divisions, and maybe the Pentagram as well, trying to secure these artifacts in enemy territory and disrupt current operations to use them. I was imagining themes like coopting religion for the purpose of the state, destruction of native cultures by imperialism, Unit 731, loads of body horror and transformation as they try to mold and combine the occult and the human body to make an organism purpose-built for a war-time machine. The Pentagram get's involved because they want to secure the artifacts for themselves, and not under the juridiction of the GOC. one of the members of the group is pentagram, maybe marines, and eventually betrays the group trying to get one of the artifacts, escaping, which is what leads to the Pentagram getting the boot from the AOI.
I want to make a tale involving a single character in the Alaska wilderness, meeting a urayuli. We don't know what she's doing there until she shoots the urayuli and skins it. The final line would have her pulling her gun on her native guide there. She is there to collect the bigfoot bounty set up by MCD
Project REFOCILLO. An exact replica of Archimedes' brain, wired into a mechanical chassis. Has the ability to reconstitute objects via control of the weak nuclear force. Created by Alexvyla University as part of Project REFOCILLO, designed to resurect history's greatest minds. (hannibal and maybe some others.)
Tale about the robot senator and him stealing a prophesizing computer. The Office of Prophecy, an outgrowth of the Library of Congress, houses and stores many relevant prophecies and predictions for America and its interests. One little known fact, however, is that sometimes they generate their own prophecies. (Employee wakes up, starts his routine, notes that it is Thursday, and heads to work. He is stopped by a familiar looking stranger, who is about to give him his name before stopping and giving his card, which has an optical cognitohazard which . The employee takes the stranger for a tour, showing off the department, before stopping at a computer terminal, which is the communication link to the supercomputer, Billy (Sybilline). Trained off of prophecies, predictions, weather forecasts, some black box tech, and some choice Shakespeare, Billy speaks in iambic pentameter. The employee concludes the tour, and heads back home. Employee wakes up, starts his routine, and notes that it is Thurs- no, that it is Friday, crap, he's late to work. But by the time he gets there, he realizes there has been a robbery at the office, Billy has been stolen, and he doesn't remember what happened yesterday.
Site Anvil Tale: Large solar flare, coupled with the transit of Trappist-1c, makes for a beautiful date. v Slice of Life. However, it's coupled with
Crabs that teleport to the nearest fresh water source SCP-XXXX is the species Hemigrapsus estellinensis, an extremely rare species of troglobitic crabs, with the only known population within the Foundation's possession. SCP-XXXX came into the Foundation's posession when the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers built a dike near Estelline Salt Springs, where the species was originally located. This dike caused an increase in the salinity springs, and they teleported into custody or whateve. Incident log: During a routine maintenance check of the habitat of SCP-XXXX, a power surge occurred which turned off the , which caused a rapid increase of the water's salinity. The individual who was repairing the quickly expressed severe pain and blindness. A medical check revealed that several hundred eggs were lodged within the eye sockets of the employee.
UIU file about a ecoterrorist, that edits the genomes of bacteria. Just eats plastic? or maybe its an ongoing case, about industrial sabotage.
Excerpts
We had developed a bond. Not as lovers, neither the bond between spouses, but something different. We had seen each other at our lowest and our terrifying, awe-inspiring highest, a bond forged in blood, steel, and total war. I knew her, as much as a man can know a spirit of higher existence. This bond I drew upon to delve into the ruby, and with my inner eye I saw Pramaada for what she truly was. The ruby drew the mind, a spiraling whirlpool that sucked the light, air, and life out of its surroundings. I fell into it and witnessed a vast black expanse below a crimson sky, an empty void that nothing could fill. Hunger. An ocean of blood from an alien world would not be enough to sate the endless, ravenous hunger held within the ruby. No, not a ruby, a crystalized space folded on itself n+1 times, red-shifted light and time slowed to a crawl within itself, a working of the gods would only be enough to contain this pit of gluttony.
Her voice whispered into my ear. She was behind me, in front of me, all around me. I was inside of her, this blackened, godsforsaken abyss. Pramaada. "Do you know what my name is, what it means in my tongue?"
I felt a twist in my gut. "Madness." Gluttony, lust, passion, rage, a swirling miasma of negative emotions and bane of Saṃsāra, the cycle.
"I am the Madness of my forebears made manifest, chained to corporeal form, so that they may prosper in peace. As I sate my hunger, so do they." The abyss was smiling, faint flickering lights of digested souls-turned-teeth bent upwards in a horrifying grin. "Otherwise they are no better than rakshasa, no?''
Alex woke up and yawned, angrily punched at their alarm clock as it blared radio ads at them. They rolled out of bed, nursing a bad weekend hangover. They got dressed, ate breakfast, and downed a couple Advil for the head-pounder. As Alex was fiddling with their tie before they got out of the door, they glanced at their phone. Monday. Thank God for flexible hours. They don't have to open until Tuesday. They unhurriedly walked out of the apartment complex and waited at the nearby bus station, making idle chatter with other commuters as the bus noisily rolled to a stop.
Alex's day got a little more irritating when someone was waiting for them at their job, waving at them in front of three glass front doors of the Library of Congress.
Alex woke up and yawned, angrily punched at their alarm clock as it blared radio ads at them. They rolled out of bed, nursing a bad weekend hangover. They got dressed, ate breakfast, and downed a couple Advil for the head-pounder. As Alex was fiddling with the tie before they got out of the door, they glanced at their phone. Mond-Tuesday? Alex cursed. They had to open today, why did they think it as Monday? As they jogged out the door and quickly hailed a cab, they wondered why they didn't remember the day before at all.
Uses Horus in drug patch form.
Levi’s vision splits, fractalizing into infinite spiraling shards of possibility as his sense of time shrinks and space expands. The ship sinks, warps and explodes in an endless series of possible and impossible timelines. In all but a few, she sees a barrel-chested thug level a sawed-off shotgun and fire, hitting him in several ways, but he ducks, contorting his arms and torso in various ways to avoid being shredded to bits, as he sees happen in the other universes.
In one universe, his head detonates into shards of bone and gray matter as a scarred woman jumps from behind a corner, who in this universe is shot in the chest by a ricochet from one of Levi’s men. Levi’s squad has had precious few experiences with the narcotic, but each one was full of a lifetime’s worth of