Death is a slow, persistent teacher, and I was its sole student, with countless ears pressed against the abyss.
STARLORN HOPE
Tornomov-3b, SCP-2798's source.
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES
No further expeditions to Tornomov-3b are authorized.
Debriefed survivors of Expedition 2798-A are to remain under indefinite medical and psychological observation. All surviving biological samples, documentation, and field equipment from the expedition have been restricted to essential personnel.
SCP-2798 phenomena has ceased since the events of Expedition 2798-A.
DESCRIPTION
SCP-2798 is an anomalous distress signal emitted from exoplanet Tornomov-3b, part of a trinary system in the constellation Cygnus, located approximately five thousand light years from Earth. At the time of its detection, no evidence of advanced civilization had been discovered anywhere in range of its source. SCP-2798 was transmitted through clearly deliberate macro-scale fluctuations in Tornomov-3b's magnetosphere, making its detection trivial and meaning obvious. These aberrant and precise changes corresponded to a binary-encoded message, broadcast in multiple Earth-derived languages. While the exact translation differs, the meaning is undeniable; SCP-2798 is an urgent plea for assistance.
Foundation light shuttle Mercy, deployed from RCS REVENANT to investigate SCP-2798.
As per mission parameters, Foundation light shuttle Mercy was deployed from Research Contact Station REVENANT, a long-term human habitation and research facility dispatched to study exoplanets in the general region of the Tornomov system. As SCP-2798 has existed for thousands of years, great interest has been taken in investigating the sector it inhabits.
So far, Tornomov-3b is the only Earth-like planet discovered that is home to multicellular life.
The five-person skeleton crew aboard the FLS Mercy was to enter orbit of Tornomov-3b and, after confirmation of advanced civilization or other notable features, make contact with the planet's surface using drop pods. The Mercy would then remain safely in orbit until called to a suitable location for landing. However, shortly after arrival into orbit, extreme fluctuations in Tornomov-3b's magnetosphere disrupted the ship's orbital path and communications ability. Shortly thereafter, contact with its crew was lost.
Following the event, RCS REVENANT began recording detailed surface scans of Tornomov-3b, hoping to locate the missing crewmembers. Final transpondence downlink by the FLS Mercy first follows.
FLS MERCY FINAL TRANSPONDENCE [00:00.000 - 02:15.347]
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: REVENANT, do you read? [Distorted.]—caught in anomalous geomagnetic storm. Orbital lock is impossible, our nav systems are fried. Reactor safeguards failing. Vale, talk to me.
[helm] LT. C. VALE: We're shedding altitude. This flight data is useless. Ancillary midship thrusters are not responding. We need to counterbalance our current spin—[Distorted.] Engineering, what's the hold up?!
[engine] ENG. J. KOURIN: Electromagnetic interference has disrupted our core systems function. I'm unable to perform a manual restart. [Distorted.]—reduce our spin if we shed some weight.
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: Options?
[engine] ENG. J. KOURIN: We can shed starboard pod three. [Distorted.]—bleed off enough spin to right ourselves.
[helm] LT. C. VALE: We're gonna need the pods. If this fails—
[engine] ENG. J. KOURIN: It won't matter if we can't launch them without killing ourselves—[Distorted.] Captain?
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: Do it. Get to your assigned pod once G-forces stabilize. On ready.
[med] DR. M. ISSEN: Affirmative. [Distorted.]—into place.
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: Regroup at the debris plume. Mercy held us this far. Don’t—
[spec] ENS. H. KEENE: [Breathing hard.] My harness—shit—it's stuck!
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: Steady, Ensign. You'll live. [Distorted.]—breaths.
[spec] ENS. H. KEENE: [Breath slowing.] Sorry, sir, sorry—secured now.
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: Alright, hold onto your lunch. Vale, pod S-3, go for launch.
[A loud thud, sounds of intense airflow, along with groaning metal and the crew bracing against G-forces.]
[engine] ENG. J. KOURIN: Pod starboard-three ejected. Spin reducing as expected.
[helm] LT. C. VALE: Atmospheric drag increasing. Heat rising at seven, no, ten centigrade per second.
[engine] ENG. J. KOURIN: Reactor casing breach is worsening. If—[Distorted.]—goes, we're done for. Get to the pods, now. I'm calibrating a safe ejection sequence.
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: You’ve got your trackers in your suits—keep close to each other.
[engine] ENG. J. KOURIN: If they even work in this magnetosphere.
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: Better—[Distorted.]—have them than not. Doctor?
[med] DR. M. ISSEN: Pod life support nominal.
[spec] ENS. H. KEENE: Confirmed—landing assist set for soft break.
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: Soft as it gets. Don’t count on it.
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: All hands: God keep you. RCS REVENANT, if you’re listening, steer clear until you know what we're dealing with here, or—[Distorted.]—chew you apart like it did us. We'll ping—[Distorted.]—soon as possible.
[Carrier distortion and background noise. Rising alarms.]
[bridge] CMDR. E. RHAMES: Alright… Rhames out. Go. Go, now!
SCAN 3b-001
OPS-1: Scan feed live. First surface reading of Tornomov-3b is coming through. Surface is… extremely lush, hyper-vegetal, even. Canopy is dense, almost Earth-like.
OPS-2: Almost.
OPS-1: Yeah. That band that reads like a 'road' appears to be a groove of flattened vegetation… possible megafaunal travel lines or growth channels?
OPS-2: I don't think it's natural. I'd lean more towards the former.
OPS-1: How large do you need to be to leave tracks like that?
OPS-2: I don't want to think about it. No thermal plumes consistent with habitation. No immediate transmitters in-band. No signs of Mercy, or its crew.
OPS-1: Magnetics are all over the place, so we'll keep scans to short bursts. We're most likely not going to find the crash site until the planet rotates back around, anyway.
SCAN 3b-002
OPS-1: New window. Surface rotation’s pulling the eastern continent into view.
OPS-2: Terrain’s shifting to broken mesas and sheer ridges. Vegetation seems to thin out here.
OPS-1: Good line-of-sight, but still nothing resembling wreckage.
OPS-2: That’s… water, right?
OPS-1: Confirmed. Liquid water, shallow. Reflectivity is higher than expected, possibly loaded with organics.
OPS-2: Getting weird thermal readings. The rock strata is giving off immense heat… It's highly localized.
OPS-1: Geological activity?
OPS-2: None that aligns with current models. Note it, though I'm sure our astrophysicists will explain it away eventually.
SCAN 3b-003
OPS-1: Northern hemisphere lock. Volcanic uplift.
OPS-2: That’s a massive cone. Crater still venting?
OPS-1: Negative. No current thermal activity. Forest growth right up to the rim.
OPS-1: Strange. Usually, there’s a larger exclusion zone than this.
OPS-2: Suggests accelerated regrowth… or something keeping the soil fertile.
OPS-1: Still no signs of Mercy or crew… [Sighs.] What did you get yourself into?
OPS-2: I know it looks bad but… you heard their final transpondence. I'm sure the crew is alive and awaiting rescue. We just need to find them.
[A long period of silence is recorded.]
DAY ONE
[T+00:02:03 after impact] — Lt. Cassien Vale (Pilot/Navigator)
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit intact. Pod shielding failed. Pod hull breach detected.
VITALS: Heart rate and blood pressure elevated. Otherwise nominal.
Okay. Alright, still alive. Still breathing. Anyone else hearing me? Harrow? Jana? Mara? Captain? Ugh—
[Metal creaking, followed by several seconds of commotion and multiple loud thuds.]
Ah, crap. I'm stuck upside-down, my pod hit a loose embankment and then tumbled a few times.
Suit held up fine, but the pod's electricals are fried, short-range comms slagged.
Cutting myself out now.
[T+00:04:18] — Eng. Jana Kourin (Chief Systems Engineer)
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit intact. Pod intact, power systems offline.
VITALS: Minor concussion; fractured wrist (auto-splinted).
I'm alive. Suit pinged Vale, who is pinging two others. His marker comes live, followed by the Captain's and Dr. Issen's, respectively. Then, they disappear again. Every few minutes. The interference we experienced up in orbit is still present here, but it's weaker. Not sure why.
Harrow—thought I saw his tracker ping briefly, some ways south of me. Nothing now. If the kid's in trouble, it's going to be more of a hassle to walk from the wreckage. So… I'm going to look for him.
My wrist’s screaming… It doesn’t matter.
[T+00:15:40] — Dr. Mara Issen (Xenobiologist / Medic)
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit intact. Pod systems nonfunctional.
VITALS: Heart rate elevated.
Can any of you hear me? It's Mara. Shoot.
Okay. Uh, alright. Looks like something killed the pod's power systems. Strange considering how soft the landing was.
All I can hear outside is wind. And… the sounds of nature. Oh man.
I gotta get outside, hold on.
[T+00:17:18] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Nominal.
VITALS: Heart rate and blood pressure elevated. Otherwise nominal.
Environmental observations. I landed in a tight, high-canopy ridge. Trees are thin, translucent trunks; light through them is slotted green.
The understory is springy, a soft moss with foam underneath. I can see a pale plume to the west where Mercy burned. I will try to move low and follow the line down-slope, toward the wreck.
[T+00:18:45] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power draining rapidly. 84% power remaining.
VITALS: Heart rate elevated.
[Sounds of multiple unknown lifeforms along with the susurrus of plant life.]
Wow… uh.
I'm sorry. This is just… sensory overload. I landed in a low plain… slow moving rills and spongy earth. There are green particulates in the water. My sample reader shows microscopic spores are present in measurable levels. The ground seems… Unnaturally soft. Wet. I'm currently analyzing samples of it as we speak.
For now, I've recovered all survival packs from the pod. Heading uphill to the wreck, and the others.
[T+00:27:09] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: 4 of 5 suits connected to network (1 unresponsive). Logging suit telemetry, recordings. Suit integrity at 91%.
VITALS: Blood pressure elevated; alert.
The Mercy is down. Almost all of us are accounted for via suit tracking. Vale, Jana, Mara are all on channels… inconsistent connection, but their location pings stay accurate, for now. Harrow… No sign of Harrow yet.
The ground is vast and empty, covered in low-laying hills. There is a stillness here in particular. The only life I'm seeing is this stubbly moss that coats these hills and the transparent trunks which sparsely jut from the ground at random. They look to be filled with pressurized fluids running the vertical length in both directions. Water, perhaps.
More importantly right now, I'm stripping the pod of its supplies. The ground underneath the wreckage is oddly pliant and spongy, creaking if I shift a bit too much weight inside.
I'm nearly done, so I’ve ordered regroup at the wreckage. I have something of a plan.
[T+00:50:52] — Ensign Harrow Keene (Specialist, Planetary Surveying/Cartography)
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit integrity low. Pod systems nonfunctional, hull breached upon impact.
VITALS: Minor concussion. Contusion to left temple. Loss of consciousness.
[Ragged breathing. A sound like wind through reeds. Distant rumbling.]
[T+01:47:30] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Unknown electromagnetic interference pattern.
VITALS: Nominal.
Managed to get my medical supplies, tactical gear, and rations undocked before the pod suddenly collapsed into a hole in the ground. Turns out the plains are not plains; I've been walking on top of a jungle canopy.
It's more akin to a moss carpet. The ground is visible some ways into the hole, but it's too dark to be comfortable, and not to mention absolutely teeming with the sounds of life, and not that of my crew. Reminds me, one moment—
[Switched to local comms. Static feedback.]
Signal's a bit stronger down there. Keene—status. Kourin—status. Mara, keep your lane open. [Pauses.] Vale and I have just about reached each other, just south of the wreck.
If I do not hear from everyone by the time I reach the wreckage, I will light one flare. One only. We can't afford to waste them.
[No response. He sighs.]
Looks like I'm headed down. Easy enough. The direct sunlight is a bit much, anyway.
[T+01:50:07] — Ensign Harrow Keene
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit breach patched. Monitoring.
VITALS: Breath shallow, elevated stress response.
[Coughs.]—Agh…
[Groaning.]
Ugh… I-I landed hard in heavy bracken. Hit my head on the inside of my visor…
Oh, my pod has been ripped apart. Holy mackerel. The area is almost completely undamaged from the look of things. Thick fronds, close canopy above… A jungle of some sort.
Glowing… in pockets of undergrowth. Bioluminescence? And the air—
[Goes silent. Various sounds of life can be heard in the distance.]
Uh, sorry. I thought I heard… something.
Anyway, once I have gathered what I can, I will move towards the light on the ridge, keeping the line. If anyone's in range, reply twice. Lots of noise on short range comms.
[T+01:58:50] — Eng. Jana Kourin
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit integrity nominal. Suit power 99%.
VITALS: Monitoring splinted fracture.
Looking for Ensign Keene. I'm following a river southward through an odd plain— smooth, like a desert of glass. The liquid is extremely viscous, I can walk on it if I move quickly enough. The ground of the banks is a dark material that hums underfoot.
GPS flickers; map overlays drift a degree every thirty seconds or so. If Harrow's pod is intact and powered, I'll splice a comm shim and try to open more reliable short bursts to update the rest of the group.
[T+02:10:30] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power draining normally. 72% power remaining.
VITALS: Alert.
I hit a stony shelf featuring an aggressive vine growth with an outer carapace like chitin that recoils away from my sampler. When I retreat, they creep slowly in my direction. Even as a xenobiologist, I find myself unprepared for the physiology of life on this world. Doesn't help that the only specimens I've studied at length up until this point are Ortothans, and they're not even from our universe.
More on the green sporulation present in the water… Microscopic imaging shows plate-like spores with radiating threads. They suspend, then clump into sheets when stagnant. There are enzymes present that bind to iron, I suspect symbiosis with an abundant mineral source—organics that harvest dissolved metals.
I'll have more information soon.
[T+03:23:44] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit integrity nominal.
VITALS: Elevated respiration, mild dehydration risk.
Reached the base of the ridge Mercy fell upon. Smoke is no longer visible, but my suit is picking up traces of tritium and ozone.
I found a few fragments of fuselage down here, but we'll need to scale the cliff edge to get to the wreckage proper. Or trace the perimeter and hope for a better access point. Hm.
Holding position for Commander Rhames.
[T+03:31:08] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Local comms uplink stable for fifteen seconds at longest point.
VITALS: Nominal.
Link intermittently established with Vale, just after reaching the forest floor. We’re within shouting distance, hypothetically— Neither of us are willing to bet shouting is safe just yet. Despite being so close, interference is rolling in with a misty fog.
Suit sensors keep registering faint biological signatures moving around me. I don't see anything just yet… Could be visor artifacts.
Otherwise, whatever it is is keeping a steady distance from my approach. Let's hope it stays that way, if so.
Vale and I will begin climbing once we meet up. I have pitons and a length of rope in my survival kit, his should be the same.
[T+03:42:56] — Eng. Jana Kourin
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power stable.
VITALS: Fractured wrist worsening; auto-splint holding. Minor fatigue.
Southbound trail ends in a red, swampy corridor. Bioluminescent mats on the water’s surface. They look like lily pads, but dissolve when touched.
No sign of Harrow or his pod, though a skid trail suggests something heavy cut through the canopy here.
The severed vines leak a clear goop that coagulates into white paste and seems to harden over, like a scab. Ugh, it smells gross, like rotting meat.
The wind is whipping up. I'm going to double back soon if I don't find anything solid. C'mon, kid. Where'd you get to?
[T+03:50:22] — Ensign Harrow Keene
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit integrity nominal. Breach patch stable.
VITALS: Mild vertigo, concussion symptoms.
Crossing through a stand of translucent fern-like structures twice my height. The ground here pulsates with blue-green light underfoot, every six seconds, exactly. The light flows… east to west— er, no, north to south. My compass is basically useless out here. Geomagnetics are too variable.
Saw something move in the distance. Large, hexapedal. No eyes. It didn't seem to notice me. Keeping low, anyway. Continuing towards the light on the ridge. Can anyone read me? Is anyone there?
[Static. Steady wind can be heard.]
[T+04:05:37] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Two hours of onboard oxygen remaining. Atmospheric recyclers functional and ready.
VITALS: Heart rate elevated.
Reached a clearing with a perfect view of the Mercy's exhaust trail. I'm following that now. Air still thick with spores. Found scorched growth curling back from a recent fire, possibly related to the wreck, though I haven't found any fragments I'd identify as the source. Whatever burned here, the vegetation recoiled into spiral segments.
The soil samples I took are largely unknown… Some sort of organic substrate, saturated with water and traces of various minerals.
On the plus side, I just remembered our suits have a built in camera to take snapshots with. It's not the best for everyday use but for situations like these, a picture is worth a thousand words, no matter how blurry.
Samples are worth a lot more than either of them, but it won't hurt to include a few, anyway.
[T+04:16:14] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power at 89%. Minor armor denting and abraisions. Seal intact. Two hours of onboard oxygen remaining. Atmospheric recyclers functional and ready.
VITALS: Elevated but steady.
Inside the wreck perimeter with Vale. Wreckage is pretty bad, but a few large chunks of machinery are intact. Largest fragment of hull leads into starboard maintenance corridors. Fires still smoldering.
Dr. Issen is en route, while Kourin just appeared, some ways south. Still no sign of Keene. If the rest of us converge within the hour, we'll organize a search party.
Sky's starting to get dark. We might have to camp for the night before going back out. With three host stars, it won't be dark for too long.
Just hang in there, Harrow.
[T+04:34:55] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power 91%. Two hours of onboard oxygen remaining. Atmospheric recyclers functional and ready.
VITALS: Nominal.
Analyzing the debris field. Nothing salvageable yet.
The moss is thicker here, already creeping up over the plating. Definitely not a natural growth rate… I'm avoiding contact for now.
[T+04:52:40] — Eng. Jana Kourin
DIAGNOSTICS: Two hours of onboard oxygen remaining. Atmospheric recyclers functional and ready.
VITALS: Elevated. Mild dehydration risk.
Nearing my original coordinates, but the landscape is different. Steeper, more forested. No sign of my pod. If it wasn't for the occassional ping from the others, I'd have believed I was lost. No sign of Keene. He'll have to fend for himself until the rest of us regroup. Damn it.
Wrist isn't improving, the pain is sharp with every movement. But it doesn’t matter. Just need to keep moving.
[T+05:04:33] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power at 62%.
VITALS: Elevated stress markers.
Almost to the Mercy wreckage, and the others. Spores here hang in the air, spinning gently in propeller-like arrangements. They glow, pulsating faintly, when disturbed. In fact, bioluminescence seems extremely common on Tornomov-3b.
I'm cataloguing a species I discovered in a small, damp overhang. These are clusters of what appear to be a Mycena species analogue, but several magnitudes larger than expected. They're emitting a cool, steady, blue-green hue that seems to pulse in a slow rhythm, in sync with the particulates and the low-frequency hum I can feel through the soles of my boots.
When I extend a sampling tool, the entire colony dims and shrinks away in unison before I can even make contact. If I persist, they start shaking, emitting a loud noise not unlike a rattlesnake's tail.
I ultimately opted against sampling.
Image of specimen.
[T+05:25:33] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Nominal. Suit power at 85%.
VITALS: Stable.
Night is falling fast. We'll use the wreckage as a windbreak, but it's not enough.
Mara, see if any of this flora can be used for shelter. Kourin, I want you to see if that coagulant you mentioned can be used to patch the gaps between these hull plates. Vale, gather whatever Issen finds. We need to reinforce this position.
The weather patterns my suit is picking up on are… abnormal. Meteorlogical sensor accuracy could be distorted, but we will play it safe just in case.
[T+05:33:07] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power 60%.
VITALS: Fatigue.
Incredible. I've found a species of broad-leaf flora, almost like a giant pitcher plant, but the leaves are lightly translucent, thick and leathery—highly water-resistant.
More importantly, at least to me, a species of small, glowing orbs which appear to be a kind of surface-fruiting body or spore cluster. Unlike the stalked variant I've been seeing all over the place, they grow directly on the substrate.
On their own, they pulse faintly. However, I hypothesized a chemical reaction and crushed the pulp from two nodules together inside a specimen bag with iron sediment. The result was an immediate and sustained chemiluminescence—a steady, cool light that hasn't diminished in over ten minutes. It's a biological glow stick.
The Commander has ordered Vale to gather as many as he can carry. We'll have light tonight. A small victory, but a vital one.
Image of specimen.
[T+05:38:42] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Nominal. Suit power 90%.
VITALS: Elevated stress markers.
Gathering the leaves Dr. Issen marked. They're heavy, feeling more like animal hide than plant matter. The texture is unnerving, but they repel water well enough for temporary shelter.
Setting up a perimeter with these twitching fern-things I had the displeasure of making contact with a ways back. They puff out a cloud of sticky, iridescent spores if you get within two meters.
I'm still wiping them from my visor. I figure they'd make a better-than-nothing alarm system.
[T+06:12:02] — Eng. Jana Kourin
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power draining rapidly. 72% power remaining.
VITALS: Wrist swelling worsening. NSAID consumed.
We got an idea, turns out the coagulant from those severed vines works as a sealant. It hardens into something like epoxy and dries within minutes. I'm using it to patch the gaps between the hull plates we've leaned against the main wreckage. It’s disgusting work, and my wrist hurts like hell, but this stuff is surprisingly effective. Better than anything we have in our kits.
I can't wait to take a shower back on the REVENANT. Just have to stick it out until then.
[T+07:45:36] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Caution, sample analysis is causing increased power drain at current setting (fast); 50% remaining.
VITALS: Fatigue worsening. Rest recommended.
Fascinating. The bioluminescence I mentioned earlier is not only shared by many life forms, they also seem to pulse in time with each other, all of them.
They must be part of a larger floral ecosystem that instinctively knows how to synchronize itself with the others.
[Yawns.] I'll have to sleep soon; my body is exhausted and at this rate, I'm going to blow through my suit's reserve power running analyses… by this time tomorrow. Ugh.
Every moment I spend doing anything other than understanding this place is a moment wasted.
That being said… Computer, adjust suit energy plan to power saving mode.
[A brief pause. Dr. Issen's suit emits a positive tone.]
[T+08:05:30] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Low light conditions. Scotopic visor mesh activated.
VITALS: Alert. Elevated blood pressure.
First watch. The night here is loud. Clicks, chitters, a thousand unknown calls I can feel in my chest. Nothing has breached the perimeter, but the spore-puffing ferns have triggered twice. My visor's thermal imaging picked up large shapes moving in the distance, just beyond the treeline. Big. Whatever they are, they’re ignoring us for now.
[T+08:45:22] — Eng. Jana Kourin
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit splint recalibrated.
VITALS: Fatigued. Pain managed.
I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see Keene’s tracker blinking and disappearing. I should have moved faster.
The wrist hurts, but it's the feeling of helplessness that's worse. This whole planet feels like a trap, and we walked right into it. I keep running diagnostics on my datapad, but the results don't make any sense.
[T+09:07:54] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Camp secure.
VITALS: Exhaustion setting in. Recommending rest ASAP.
Shelter is holding. We've interwoven the native leathery leaves with hull fragments and sealed the gaps with Jana's biological coagulant. Biolight provides enough visibility to make due.
Rations inventoried. Morale is low but stable. I've officially logged Ensign Keene as MIA. The plan for tomorrow is simple: recover a comms relay from the wreckage, at all costs.
[T+09:45:22] — Ensign Harrow Keene
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit breach stable. Atmospheric recyclers activated.
VITALS: Fatigue high, mild unsteadiness. Elevated stress markers.
Sunlight is diminishing rapidly. Gaps in the forest are funneling heavy winds from the south into tight currents. Nearly ate shit a few times.
[Rustling.] Wow. Okay, I just got to the forest edge, looking downward into a massive valley.
The wind is pulling a dense particulate storm in this direction. A black wall of clouds, with green lightning. Jesus.
Must still be sixty, sixty-five klicks south of me. [Deep, unsteady breath.]
Lights and voices up ahead… Looking forward to meeting back up with everyone. I don't like being out here by myself.
[Background noise. Chanting can be heard on short range comms: help us help us help us…]
Pictured: Dr. Mara Issen.
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SCAN 3b-004
OPS-1: Coastal regions now. Shallow ocean, plumes. High reflectivity.
OPS-2: Suggests significant organic content in the water. Algae blooms, maybe. Still no visible wreck signals.
OPS-1: Keep looking. It's a big planet.
SCAN 3b-005
OPS-1: Picking up a massive reef structure. Looks like a barrier reef or an atoll system.
OPS-2: The colors are intense. High chlorophyll concentrations, but the pattern… it's too uniform, almost geometric.
OPS-1: Nothing in our models suggests coral analogues should form like this. Log it. Still no sign of the Mercy.
OPS-2: Yeah. I know this is hard for you.
OPS-1: [Sharply.] Let's just stick to procedure.
SCAN 3b-006
OPS-2: Lyra, mark this. A significant geological feature in the great desert. Concentric circles, almost perfectly symmetrical.
OPS-1: That can't be an impact crater. No central peak, no ejecta. The erosion patterns are wrong.
OPS-2: It looks deliberate. Like a fingerprint carved into the planet.
OPS-1: A fingerprint the size of a mountain range. Keep scanning.
OPS-2: Yeah. Also, sorry about earlier. I know you two are close.
OPS-1: [Pause.] It's nothing. We came to REVENANT together. We had a falling out before he left. It was stupid. Just… find them, Yu.
SCAN 3b-007
OPS-1: Large river delta coming into view. High sediment load, giving it that reddish-orange color.
OPS-2: That branching pattern— It's like a vascular system.
OPS-1: Let's not get poetic. But… yeah. It does look similar. Iron-heavy? Something else is flowing through those channels, and it's not just water and metal. Tag for xenobiology.
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DAY TWO
[T+18:14:11] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit integrity 88%.
VITALS: Elevated blood pressure, moderate fatigue.
Status update. Partial regroup by nightfall. Vale and I took stock of the Mercy's wreckage. Hull’s torn, engines gone, central frame partially intact, partially destroyed during unplanned lithobrake. Salvaged a few extra rations, some water filters. Not much else.
Mara’s inbound from the plain to the east. Kourin tracking back from searching for Harrow to the south again. Once she gets here, we're gonna see if the comms relay is salvageable. Perhaps one of the pods can serve as a power source to amplify our comms enough to ping REVENANT.
Suit air switched to filtration overnight. None of us slept well as a result. Too nervous, but we are all faring alright so far.
Set off a flare last night for Harrow. All I could hear was unknown life, somewhere deep in the forest, fleeing in response.
[Sighs.]
[T+19:02:56] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit integrity nominal. Power at 83%.
VITALS: Stable, minor dehydration.
Regrouping with the Captain gave me something to focus on, but I can't help but notice how quickly the forest grows… It creeps up when none of us are paying attention, matted green carpeting growing under and around our bodies if we stay still for too long.
Ran some field scans. EM scatter here is stronger at the wreck than outside of it. The magnetics are playing havoc with our internal trackers, too. My suit logs keep showing Keene's tracker popping up near us, but he's not there. He's not—
[A moment of silence, then a slow breath.] We switched from tanks to suit filtration overnight. The air tastes sweet, with something metallic, like iron. Or blood. Suit says it's fine to breathe, though filters are working extra hard to keep shit out of my lungs. No saying how long they'll hold up for.
[More silence.]
[T+20:35:03] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power at 44%.
VITALS: Fatigue.
The water samples are conclusive. The green particulate is a spore sediment with enzymes that actively bind to iron.
The filamentous mats observed are a later stage of its life cycle. Any introduction of heat causes a catastrophic reaction: an instantaneous, violent contraction. After that, the organic matter begins to break down rather rapidly.
Possibly related, but the soil samples I took previously have collapsed entirely into a clear, viscous liquid. I believe localized heat might be extremely destructive to this ecosystem.
I’ve warned the others against using any incendiary devices until I have a better understanding of these microorganisms, how widespread they are, and if their reaction to heat results in the emission of any harmful byproducts.
Finally, my microtagging of a filament attached to the hull shows suction pads and growth rings. This organism incorporates metals structurally, consuming or otherwise converting it to energy.
[T+22:15:39] — Eng. Jana Kourin
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power 50%.
VITALS: Wrist fracture stable.
The relay is dead. No power. I spent the latter half of the morning trying to interface it with our suit batteries, but the power drain is too high and the output is unstable.
The humming from the ground is stronger near the wreck. I'm taking readings from the mossy nodes. They’re giving off a charge; a tiny, fluctuating microvoltage. It’s bioelectricity.
[T+24:43:21] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Systems nominal. Map overlays unreliable. Suit power 72%.
VITALS: Fatigue. Elevated stress markers.
Was able to scavenge an intact comms relay from the Mercy wreckage, but the power draw is too large for any of our suits. Hiked back and tried to patch it into one of the pod batteries, but the power of the ones I found were completely drained. Others report similar power difficulties, intermittent periods of rapid power drain inconsistent with predicted discharge rates. HUD overlays are completely unreliable; suit pings are still shifting constantly, and getting worse from what I can see.
Jana and I detected microvolt surges from the fast-growing moss, I suspect this is related to the aforementioned anomalous capacitor drain.
If that's the case, well, I don't know what that means for us, but perhaps all is not lost. The flora expresses steady pulses of bioluminescence that could suggest absorbed energy is stored… somewhere.
[T+25:30:24] — Ensign Harrow Keene
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit patch holding. Filtration engaged. Suit power at 58%.
VITALS: Minor hypoxia, elevated stress markers.
I haven't yet made it to the wreck. The lights I've been tracking were coming from the empty pod we ejected before we left the Mercy. Which means I have no idea where the rest of the crew is.
I found part of the pod's shell, flattened, on approach; the fronds were braided into the hull. Moss has already nearly covered the thing. How is that possible?
The air here is thick. My filters are working overtime.
And… I know how this sounds but, I keep hearing her voice. Lyra. Just a whisper, on the edge of the comms static. It’s like a memory, I know it's not real. But it feels real.
I'm just not prepared for this.
[T+26:22:40] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Filtration stable. Suit power 74%.
VITALS: Fatigue; alert.
We've secured the comms relay. Kourin had to cut it out of the wreckage; the moss had already fused with its casing. The unit is powerless, but appears structurally sound. We're moving it to the shelter now. A storm is rolling in from the east, we're gonna have to be ready to hunker down when it arrives.
[T+27:05:12] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power 68%.
VITALS: Nausea, shallow breathing.
Forgot to mention this earlier, but I keep thinking about how much of a nightmare it was to free the relay from its housing. By that point, the moss coated the dang thing, which we can safely assume is the reason the relay's capacitor was fully drained when we got it out. The moss fought back with a stubborn tensile strength, resisting our utility knives much more than I would expect. I was cleaning it a few minutes ago when I realized a thin coating of tiny spores had gathered on the stainless steel, dulling the blade's edge to unusability. Checked the others' blades, the ones who had helped cut the relay free had it just as bad. These spores are too sneaky for their own good.
What else… Well, the air is getting heavier and more laborious to breathe. I'm feeling the effects of a spore-heavy atmosphere clogging my recycler. Minor nausea. A persistent headache. Some minor alterations to awareness, perhaps the onset of hypoxia…
The sooner we get off this planet, the better.
[T+27:33:04] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power 41%, filtration cycle efficacy diminishing.
VITALS: Cognitive fatigue; blood O2 saturation low (93%).
Cataloging biological specimen. It appears to be a type of shelf fungus growing on decaying woody material, but its structure is unlike anything I've seen. My suit's biosensors are struggling to get a clean reading, flagging it intermittently as both organic and metallic.
The underside features a series of precise, rigid gills that create a strange moiré pattern as I move. The texture appears almost like brushed steel, despite its clear fungal morphology. I'm hypothesizing it's either a silicon-based lifeform or, more likely given my earlier findings, it's actively absorbing and integrating heavy metals from its substrate.
I'm not touching it without a full workup. Too many unknowns.
Image of specimen.
[T+29:07:02] — Ensign Harrow Keene
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power low (32%).
VITALS: Voice strained.
The voice is clearer now. More than a whisper. It’s her. Lyra.
It’s coming over a localized frequency, bypassing the magnetospheric interference. She’s calling my name, telling me she’s nearby.
How is that possible? She’s on REVENANT. Why does she say she's up ahead?
[T+31:55:23] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power 38%.
VITALS: Nominal.
Cataloguing another lifeform, this one I'm keeping my distance from. It resembles a terrestrial pitcher plant but glows with a feverish, almost aggressive green light, marked with black, unpleasant-looking splotches. My biosniffer is detecting a complex mix of airborne enzymes consistent with carnivorous flora, but with an added neuro-inhibitor I can't identify.
The ground around its white, root-like base is completely devoid of any other growth. It's clearly a predator, and a successful one at that. Marking its location for the others.
Image of specimen.
[T+32:15:53] — Ens. Harrow Keene
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power 35%.
VITALS: Nausea, shallow breathing.
I found her. I don’t understand. She’s here. Waiting by a stand of dim, pulsating ferns. Her suit is pristine, not a scratch on it, but she’s not showing up on my tracker and her comms are local-only… she said her pod’s systems fried on entry, just like mine. She grabbed my hand and led me to it.
She's made it into a shelter. I smiled when I saw it, I couldn't help it. String lights made of glowing plants and food prepared by geothermal heat. She smiled back when she saw I had.
[T+32:35:12] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Proximity sensors flagging low-lying obstructions.
VITALS: Heart rate stable, minor exertion.
My boot caught on something fibrous, running from the trunk of something resembling a large stalk of celery, and leading to just below the surface of the spongy soil. It looks like a bundle of hairs. Fine, translucent, almost invisible against the dark substrate, but surprisingly strong.
I started digging around and found more of them, criss-crossing all throughout the ground. Something analogous to root systems? EIther way, it's disgusting. Haven't sampled anything just yet… I need to conserve my remaining suit power in case we can't get the relay back up,
[T+34:28:15] — Ens. Harrow Keene
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power 33%.
VITALS: Mild fever (37.3° Celcius), perspiration. Recommending fluids and rest.
Can’t reach the plume. The jungle keeps turning me around. It's like I've never been planetside before. None of my field sensors are working right. It's also strangely cold. There is this hollow wind blowing through me, its been picking up all day.
I feel so lost, but at least she's here with me. Well, I just mean… uh. I don't know.
She’s telling me the wreck isn't safe. That a big storm is coming. But I'm insisting on getting back to the others. I don't want them to worry about me.
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SCAN 3b-016
OPS-1: Getting clear visual of an atmospheric megastorm.
OPS-2: That looks like a cyclone.
OPS-1: Except, planetary scale. And feeding on geomagnetic shear.
OPS-2: That would make approach… difficult.
OPS-1: Yeah. Which makes figuring out the Mercy’s fate all the more important.
OPS-2: And all the more dire.
SCAN 3b-017
OPS-1: Moving inland again. What is that structure? Looks like a vast, green, spiral pattern in a crater lake.
OPS-2: Confirming, OPS-1. It's a single, immense biological structure. The scale is… frankly, terrifying.
OPS-1: Any relation to the other vegetative structures?
OPS-2: Possible. The bioelectric readings are off the charts here. What it means, is unknown at this time.
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DAY THREE
[T+52:15:10] — Eng. Jana Kourin
DIAGNOSTICS: Nominal.
VITALS: Stable. Restless.
Morning sweep of the pod landing areas, we found something. Fragments of a suit helmet and visor, sticking out of a rock face. A few meters out, another, and again, and again. Each smaller than the last, all parallel to one another. Closer inspection shows the suit fragments are almost entirely consumed by biologicals which coated the surface. Dr. Issen went to take a sample and the whole thing collapsed and disintegrated, apparently hollow? It was bizarre.
We saw something else on the way back, something huge. It looked vaguely humanoid, but with six legs. It crawled along the ground, never leaving the surface.
It had no eyes, and we were able to sneak by it unharmed. We were lucky.
I don't want to admit it but… Harrow is dead. We have to assume he’s dead. Fuck this fucking planet.
[T+53:02:23] — Ens. Harrow Keene
DIAGNOSTICS: Atmospheric pressure dropping.
VITALS: Relaxed.
We’re moving. Lyra says we won't be able to make it to the wreck. She led me to a clearing and pointed out into the horizon, at the same particulate storm I saw earlier. It’s much closer now. A wall of black and green. She says it’s a geomagnetic event, not a meteorological one, and it will shred anything on the surface.
She knows a place we can shelter. A cave system. She's positive it will provide us protection from the elements.
I keep exchanging glances with her and smiling. Feels like when we were back in the academy again. She's forgiven me, and for that I trust her instinct.
[T+53:00:15] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Nominal.
VITALS: Nominal.
Last night brought cold gusts of wind from somewhere south of the wreck. It hasn't died down, only gotten worse.
Today, we're planning on doing a few experiments with the bioelectric current in the moss, Jana is currently, uh— Hm?
[Cmdr. Rhames is interrupted by the sounds of shouting.]
Er—one second.
[T+53:04:24] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Filtration system strained due to increased respiratory load.
VITALS: Agitated.
Harrow's back. Physically, anyway.
He just walked out of the fog, right into camp. Vale and Kourin got back not too long ago themselves and are now trying to talk to him, but something's not right. He's too calm, too quiet.
I'm trying to broach the subject with the others without spooking him; it's possible he's just in shock.
[T+53:10:45] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Nominal.
VITALS: Stress markers elevated.
I was on watch at the mouth of our shelter, waiting for Jana and Cass to return from their morning search, when a figure emerged from the fogline. It's Harrow. He’s back.
He doesn’t look hurt. He looks… clean. Unscathed. He didn’t say anything when he approached. He just looked at me and smiled, pointing towards the sky.
Tried to take his vitals, but he's not sitting still enough to let me, and I don't want to push it… who knows what he's been through.
He should be alright… eventually.
[T+54:12:22] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power low (40%).
VITALS: Stress markers elevated. Minor tachycardia (114 bpm). Monitoring.
Harrow, or something that looks like him, is here.
He's still not responding to our questions about his previous whereabouts or status. He just… stands there.
A storm is building on the horizon. Harrow, or whatever he is, has been standing motionless for at least five minutes now, pointing across the river northeast of here with an outstretched hand, towards a fissure in the rock face, he said it leads to a "dry seam" deep below, where we will be safe from the storm.
So… It's a trap, right? It has to be. But our shelter will not hold for another night in these conditions, they're worsening rather rapidly now.
We have no choice.
[T+55:10:12] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power low (40%).
VITALS: Stress markers elevated. Minor fatigue.
We’re following the Harrow-facsimile. It looks like him, but there’s a coldness in his eyes, a detached demeanor, and a strange, knowing tone to his words. He keeps referring to the group as "the six of us." It's unsettling. [Voice lowering.] He also hasn't blinked. Not once.
He's led us to the banks of a wide, emerald-green river some ways north or northeast of the wreck and away from the pods. Deep, moderate current. Banks and surrounding land is a silty-black with small specks of something metallic peppered in. This isn't—[Louder, to the others.] I don't think this is passable.
He's— The facsimile, rather, is collecting these large, dried leaves from the nearby treeline. [Pauses.] It's now approaching organic growths along the riverbank and is retrieving a clear paste from inside them. [Pauses.] Coating the underside of the leaves in this paste, and— [Pauses.] Covering said paste with the metallic silt that comprises the ground around us.
[Silence.]
I see. The facsimile pushed one of the leaves into the river, perpendicular its flow, sending the makeshift boat straight to the other side, as if there were no current at all. Another chemical reaction, perhaps? Magnetic forces attracted to minerals in the riverbed?
Either way, we're doing the same, now.
[T+55:24:41] — Eng. Jana Kourin
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power low (40%).
VITALS: Moderately high stress markers and anxiety response. Breathing exercises recommended.
Oh, fuck off. [Takes several quick, agitated breaths in rapid succession, then groans loudly.]
I don’t buy it. I asked him about the river of glass, and the jungle where I went looking on the first day. Nothing.
I asked if he remembered the academy. He just stared at me. No recognition, his eyes were empty.
And the others are giving me flak for pressing him, as if he's just gonna snap out of it. It's bullshit! I… I know Harrow, and that's not… He wouldn't…
[Stops, then continues after a few seconds, voice hushed.] Then, I asked about his pod landing… He said it was "uneventful." Uneventful?
We found the wreckage of his pod shredded to pieces!
He's lying. It's not him.
And now he's about to lead us below ground, to who knows where? What are we doing?!
[T+55:28:32] — Combined Suit Audio Feed
DIAGNOSTICS: All channels open. High ambient EM interference.
VITALS: All present crewmembers display a mixture of tachycardia, hypertension, and other moderate stress markers. Rest and relaxation is recommended.
VALE: Okay, we're moving deeper into the cave. It's warmer in here… the walls are pulsing. Keep your distance from them—
KOURIN: Stop. Just stop.
RHAMES: What is it now, Jana?
KOURIN: [Angry.] I asked you a question. I went looking for you for hours. I found your pod smashed into fragments. You don't remember that? Where were you, then?
KEENE: [Calm, flat affect.] It was dark. I was dis-oriented. I found this way. It is the safe way.
KOURIN: We found your visor! It was shattered, wedged in a rock! Your pod was shredded! You don't have a single scratch on you. Who are you?
RHAMES: Kourin, stand down. We don't know what we're dealing with here, and we're not jumping to any conclusions. Stand down. That's an order.
KOURIN: It's lying to us, Captain!
[Brief silence.]
KOURIN: Don't you smile at me, you—
[A sharp grunt from Kourin is heard, followed by the sound of a fist hitting something wet and viscous. There is no solid impact.]
KOURIN: [Screams, voice a mix of disgust and terror.] Agh! What—?! It's… oh god, it's got my hand! Get it off!
VALE: Kourin! What did you do—? Jesus! You punched right through his fucking head!
KOURIN: What? I didn't— That's not my fault!
ISSEN: Wait, it's reforming.
KOURIN: [Breathing heavily, voice low and trembling.] No… no, no, no. It's not him. It's a part of this place. Stop fucking smiling! I'll kill it. I'll kill all of it!
ISSEN: No, we shouldn't provoke it!
KOURIN: [Grunting.] If you won't do it, I will—
RHAMES: Jana, don't—!
[Unknown commotion and screaming.]
[T+55:45:26] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power critical (20%).
VITALS: High stress. Anxiolytic dispensed.
Fuck. She's gone. Fuck!
The cave wall ate her, and then it closed in on us.
[T+56:02:12] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Emergency.
VITALS: Adrenaline spike. Moderate stress.
Chief Engineer Kourin confronted the Keene-facsimile. She was yelling, asking it questions about her search, about his pod. The facsimile just smiled. She punched it. Her fist went straight through its head, visor and all—it dissolved into a cloud of green slime and spores, then slowly reformed. Kourin just… snapped. She screamed at the entity and armed an incendiary charge.
Jana Kourin is gone. The incendiary triggered a defensive reaction. The entire cave mouth contracted, sealing us in and consuming her. It happened rapidly. None of us had time to react. The rest of us are unscathed.
The facsimile is gone, too. Dissolved. We're trapped. We've lost another. God help us.
[T+57:16:30] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power critical (18%).
VITALS: Elevated stress and fatigue.
The air in these deeper caves is thicker, warmer. The walls themselves are alive, pulsing with a soft, blue-green light and the constant movement of immense, fleshy membranes. There’s a constant pressure behind my eyes, and the faint voices I heard before are louder now, more distinct.
I'm preparing the relay for a controlled handshake when we reach the surface again and it's safe to venture out; we need to establish a stable comms link with the REVENANT to broadcast our position. Easier said than done.
I was able to recover Jana's datapad, she dropped it right before—[Pauses.] You know. Anyway, I have yet to go through her notes. I can't bring myself to just yet.
Besides, we have more pressing matters to deal with. Like digging ourselves out of here before we suffocate.
[T+58:03:03] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit filters impaired. Power critical (15%).
VITALS: Minor hypoxia. Fatigue. Moderate stress markers.
The interiors of these caves are organic. The walls pulse with bioelectric energy, endless hyphal membranes can be seen through the translucent walls, but it's softer than living tissue. The blue light seems to linger in nodules found throughout the subterranean structure.
I took some more samples, placed them on ice immediately this time, hoping to slow down the decay process that impacted my previous attempt. Vale and Rhames have begun digging at the cave wall. I'm about to join them, as soon as I know it won't swallow us up for doing so [Chuckles nervously.]
We're gonna have to get out of here soon anyway; atmospheric conditions within the cave are dense with novel enzymes and airborne particulates. My filters are struggling, even at maximum efficiency. The constant exposure is a major concern for our long-term safety.
[T+60:38:32] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power critical (15%). Anomalous electromagnetic disturbance detected. Monitoring.
VITALS: Exhaustion setting in. Recommending rest ASAP.
The ambient bioelectric field down here is incredible. It seems the caverns are at least partially comprised of a single, unique organism. The 'Harrow' who led us here… he seemed to know exactly where to go. He just… urged us along, silently, with an unnerving confidence. He kept mentioning a "dryer seam," and indeed, it is drier here than above ground, despite the moisture in the walls and the storm raging outside.
If we're just prey for this thing, why is it protecting us?
[T+62:00:05] — Ens. Harrow Keene.
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power low (20%). Please charge when able.
VITALS: High fatigue.
We’re at the entrance. It’s a narrow fissure in the rock, almost hidden by moss and pulsing flora. Lyra says it goes deep. She says it’s the only place the storm can’t reach.
Heat emanates from the hole, and the humming from the ground is stronger here.
What? No, I'm just logging my—
[Silence.]
What? No—I, of course not! It's part of mission parameters, you'd know—
[Silence.]
Just forget it. It's not going to be a problem.
We’re going in to wait out the storm.
Anomalous weather patterns.
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SCAN 3b-035
OPS-1: Another smoke plume. This time, massive, feathery columns rising from the canopy.
OPS-2: Dispersing rapidly at altitude. It suggests an uncontrolled burn, not a contained event.
OPS-1: Or a massive defense mechanism, perhaps.
SCAN 3b-036
OPS-1: I have a clear visual on the wreckage.
OPS-2: Confirmed. That’s the Mercy. Or what’s left of it.
OPS-1: The scatter pattern is extensive. Mid-air breakup is almost certain.
OPS-2: Any sign of survivors?
OPS-1: Negative. The canopy is too dense around the main site.
SCAN 3b-042
OPS-2: You need to see this. I'm picking up a high-energy signature. It's originating from the planet itself.
OPS-1: What are you talking about? Some kind of polar aurora?
OPS-2: No. Look at the telemetry. It's an intermittent energy stream, a particle jet sequence, originating from the planet's magnetic poles and extending… out. Way out. Into deep space.
OPS-1: What is that?
OPS-2: That distress signal. What if it isn't a recording? What if it's still talking? And who is it talking to?
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DAY FOUR
[T+74:03:23] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power critical (7%).
VITALS: Mild hypoxia, exhaustion. Minor dehydration.
We dug through organic material for hours, but we finally broke through to the surface once more.
It's a wasteland.
We've brought the relay box outside and are running cables back into the cave. We still have time, if we move now.
Tornomov-3b, day four of Expedition 2798-A.
[T+75:25:00] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power critical (8%).
VITALS: Minor hypoxia. Major fatigue. Moderate dehydration.
Analysis of the subterranean soil sample confirmed my fears.
What I thought was inert soil is a dense, black matrix interwoven with millions of filamentous, bio-luminescent pathways.
They look like a cross between a mycelial network and a neural map. There is a clear flow of glowing particulate moving through these channels, pulsing in exact time with the low-frequency hum we’ve all been feeling. [Coughs.]
Sorry. The only Earthborn biological analogue for this level of autonomous, rhythmic function is a Central Pattern Generator.
In simpler organisms, CPGs regulate involuntary actions like respiration or locomotion. What I'm seeing here, I believe, is that concept, scaled to a planetary level. A planet-wide nervous system.
Image of specimen.
[T+82:18:40] — Ensign Harrow Keene
DIAGNOSTICS: Localized neural intrusion recorded; suit telemetry stable. Suit in reserve power (1%).
VITALS: Heart rate high; pupils dilated; unusual neural activity.
[Silence, broken by the susurrus of unknown flora.]
I-I touched it.
[A long, shaky breath.]
My hand brushed the cave wall. Thin fibers wrapped around my fingers, sank into my wrist, and threaded themselves against the nerve running up my arm. There was an overwhelming flash of light, then darkness. I wasn’t in my body anymore.
I was elsewhere. Maps folded and unfolded in my head, turning into other maps I’d never seen, until they weren’t maps at all.
[Long pause. His voice is hoarse, fearful.]
What followed wasn’t linear. Even now, it comes as a tide of images, small deaths and small births, eroded over time that can’t be counted in any way that makes sense.
At first, I thought it was Earth. Wet. Dark. The air reeked of rot. Then it shifted, and centuries passed by me in an instant. I slept an endless, empty sleep, only to wake as a film of something on a mottled rock beneath a red sky.
I crawled using millions of tiny mouths sticking and unsticking in sequence. I tasted mercy in falling rainwater. I endured drought like a bruise for millions of years. I learned the cadence of storms and when lightning would strike a particular surface of the planets I inhabited. I learned to hold my breath under hard, desiccated soil and to wait until the time was right.
[Voice breaking.]
I waited so long.
[Whimpering. Ens. Keene begins hyperventilating. He sobs for approximately three minutes, then takes another moment to regain composure.]
Sorry… where was I? Right—survival.
Survival, I learned, is a language of small decisions. When predators bit, I learned to retreat and lick my wounds elsewhere. When a drought threatened my existence, I learned how to split into parts to be carried. When light turned murderous, I learned to bury myself beneath the world.
Death, on the other hand, is a slow, persistent teacher, while I was its sole student, with countless ears pressed firmly against the abyss.
There were times where I was reduced to spores, and those spores rode dust and comets and black ice from one world to the next. Once, I was nothing more than a smear on a stone hurtling through void, a flake of life trapped in cosmic undertow, forced to sail its crest for what felt like an eternity.
But even that was only temporary.
[A pause.]
I remember sliding across the crust of something so dense that light bent as it passed overhead, toward a dawn on every horizon. A dawn the sky could not hold. White hot, the surface buckled, and I sank beneath into a blinding ocean of neutrons. I clung to existence while the world screamed with compressed time. There was no air, only radiation and the sharp notion of being reduced to almost nothing. I was extinguished, and when I came back I was only smaller, with smaller thoughts and lesser ambitions; simple spores carrying my refrain.
With growth comes awareness. With awareness, the pain of deprivation grows sharper, yet it craves multiplicity. Demands it.
Not out of malice, but out of fear. It is afraid. That much is certain.
Afraid, not of us—not exactly. Afraid of stopping. Lifetimes of memory echo, reinforcing an enduring terror: the hollow feeling of remembering a way of being, only to find it absent. Not only this, but with a second terror: the dread that comes from searching an empty universe and finding nothing to compare oneself to.
When it tried to communicate, it spoke to me in senses. The taste of metal on a tongue that remembers quarrying iron, the innate comfort that begs "stay" and the stabbing panic that says "move." Emotions and sensations… mostly pain. The ache of starvation, the sting of frost. The enduring abrasion of time on translucent skin.
It reveled in relief upon learning the properties of magnetism. It learned how to play the planet's bones, and began to scale upwards.
It pressed on crust and mantle, making magnetics into melody. These notes carried great distances. It practiced and perfected its performance over millennia, until the notes sounded like a voice. When it reached the edge of what the ground could provide, it pushed, softly, until the sky answered.
Until we answered.
[Silence.]
The rest of the crew is close. I can feel it.
[T+83:12:40] — Cmdr. Egan Rhames
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power critical (6%).
VITALS: Hypoxia worsening. Monitoring.
Vale did it. Using Kourin's notes, he accessed the bioelectric nodes we found growing underground. He managed splice them together in series, creating enough of a charge for a stable handshake.
REVENANT confirms. Shuttle vector is nominal for the FLS Grace. Extraction is T-minus sixteen hours. We're getting out of here.
Crew is packing light. Just the samples and the relay crate. The air is beginning to feel impossibly heavy, almost suffocating. Our suit filtration systems are running on fumes, whatever is left to use.
To that end, I have to conserve power.
Rhames, out.
[T+87:34:11] — Lt. Cassien Vale
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit power critical (4%).
VITALS: Moderate hypoxia, blurred vision.
The comms batteries are almost dead. We got the message out, but now… nothing.
We're running on reserve power for basic life support and filtration. The air is thick, sweet, metallic. My head is pounding. The pressure behind my eyes is constant.
Just a little bit longer.
[T+88:15:06] — Dr. Mara Issen
DIAGNOSTICS: Suit filtration failing, reserve power (1%).
VITALS: Severe hypoxia, cognitive impairment.
Fibrillar structures… [Ragged breath.] …in the air, everywhere.
Please warn REVENANT—[Coughs.] We are compromised.
It's mimicking our thoughts. Our memories. Our cells…
The filters are useless against this level of particulate. I can feel it in my lungs. My blood.
We are part of it.
At T+98:45:49, the crew of the FLS Mercy, sans Jana Kourin, were recovered from the planned drop zone. All remaining members were treated for severe hypoxia and placed into indefinite quarantine.
Models of the Tornomov system indicate Tornomov-3b will soon witness a close flyby by Tornomov-1, oldest and largest of stars in its trinary system. The resulting exposure to solar effects at the predicted distance will render the entire planet inhospitable to all life. Thus, SCP-2798 has been designated Cernunnos-Sköll.
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[T+113:34:02] — SUBJECT 2798-H
DIAGNOSTICS: Life support nominal.
VITALS: No change from previous.
[Low humming of station life support.]
SUBJECT 2798-H: [Shivering.] It's freezing in here.
[Long pause.]
SUBJECT 2798-H: [Whispering.] Lyra?
END FILE
SOLO AFFAIRS
| Sr. Researcher James A. Harkness' Personnel File | created 12 Sep 2017 06:05 |
| +95 | 💬︎10 |
| edited 06 Sep 2026 03:44 by Billith | commented 09 Jul 2025 17:07 by clutterArranger |
| author | |
Billith's Author Page
| Billith's Proposal II | created 25 Jul 2026 15:30 |
| +173 | 💬︎103 |
| edited 11 Oct 2026 04:20 by Billith | commented 23 Sep 2026 04:42 by Lo-Rez |
| 001-proposal absurdism anomalous-event audio black-comedy bleak bureaucracy comedy cosmic-horror esoteric-class extradimensional horror illustrated interactive k-class-scenario memory-affecting mystery post-apocalyptic psychological-horror science-fiction scp surrealism uncontained | |
Due to the adaptive mesh which lines this chamber, it is currently the only space where reality behaves as it did prior to SCP-001.
| SCP-9243 | created 31 Jan 2026 11:16 |
| +41 | 💬︎7 |
| edited 31 Jan 2026 13:16 by Billith | commented 22 Aug 2026 16:10 by Billith |
| adaptive bleak concept dystopian horror k-class-scenario keter loop on-guard-43 probability scp temporal uncontained | |
That which cannot begin cannot continue.
| SCP-9977 | created 01 Jan 2026 01:37 |
| +104 | 💬︎19 |
| edited 18 Jun 2026 17:11 by Billith | commented 02 Sep 2026 09:28 by DrCheems |
| bleak bureaucracy concept dystopian horror infohazard keter medical memetic mind-affecting psychological-horror scp | |
And yet, the body does not comply.
| SCP-9979 | created 14 Dec 2025 20:15 |
| +39 | 💬︎3 |
| edited 29 Mar 2026 23:25 by Billith | commented 15 Dec 2025 17:34 by xexnoncores |
| alive cadaver extradimensional historical humanoid keter scp temporal thaumaturgy | |
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep.
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.
| SCP-2798 | created 06 Oct 2025 11:29 |
| +78 | 💬︎19 |
| edited 02 Oct 2026 09:57 by Billith | commented 03 Aug 2026 20:56 by Intueprofundunihilim |
| adventure alien bleak cernunnos cosmic-horror esoteric-class extraterrestrial horror illustrated mystery otherworldly planet science-fiction scp space-opera transmission | |
Death is a slow, persistent teacher, and I was its sole student, with countless ears pressed against the abyss.
| SCP-8665 | created 26 Jul 2025 22:54 |
| +60 | 💬︎11 |
| edited 31 Mar 2026 01:11 by Billith | commented 17 Jun 2026 17:25 by Ohnesorge001 |
| aquatic cosmic-horror forgotten-memories horror keter religious scp vehicle | |
We sail the skin beneath the sea.
| SCP-7743 | created 06 Jul 2025 04:30 |
| +122 | 💬︎21 |
| edited 14 Jul 2026 09:20 by battlecruiser12 | commented 30 Aug 2025 07:36 by Billith |
| classiccon2025 empathic euclid lgbtq scp | |
You don’t need to pretend to care about my wellbeing.
| SCP-8868 | created 27 May 2025 02:19 |
| +71 | 💬︎7 |
| edited 16 Jun 2025 20:56 by Naepic | commented 28 May 2025 21:43 by (user deleted) |
| adaptive airborne apocalyptic bittersweet bleak esoteric-class phenomenon plant predictive scp uncontained | |
Global containment efforts of SCP-8868 have been abandoned.
| SCP-NaN | created 12 Jan 2025 20:31 |
| +79 | 💬︎9 |
| edited 05 Oct 2026 02:50 by Billith | commented 16 Aug 2026 06:37 by NobodyNo1 |
| computer deletions-dept esoteric-class scp self-replicating uncontained | |
There will be no remains.
| SCP-8878 | created 09 Jan 2025 19:14 |
| +46 | 💬︎6 |
| edited 15 Jun 2026 01:10 by Billith | commented 08 Aug 2025 14:05 by egher1x |
| cernunnos extradimensional extraterrestrial hostile illustrated scp thaumiel | |
AD ASTRA SED CORPORA NOSTRA RELIQUIT.
| SCP-8882 | created 08 Jan 2025 08:42 |
| +96 | 💬︎13 |
| edited 21 Apr 2026 03:29 by Billith | commented 17 Jun 2025 03:21 by mechanical_refugee |
| antimemetic artificial-intelligence concept doctor-mcdoctorate esoteric-class forgotten-memories illustrated infohazard james-harkness lgbtq loop memetic mythological narrative pataphysics-dept pattern-screamer planet reality-bending romance scp | |
"He reached for the gods and found only dust. I reached for life and found only chains. Yet we both remain, etched into the marrow of the world."
| SCP-8180 | created 03 Nov 2024 06:32 |
| +58 | 💬︎17 |
| edited 06 Oct 2026 08:20 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 02 Feb 2025 13:49 by Billith |
| black-comedy comedy euclid horror mind-affecting online phenomenon psychological-horror reality-bending scp uncontained | |
malplatformation: any resemblance to existent persons, either real or imagined, living or dead, is purely coincidental
| SCP-7646 | created 22 Oct 2024 21:36 |
| +147 | 💬︎23 |
| edited 21 May 2026 03:56 by Billith | commented 09 Oct 2026 23:10 by technicalsupport95 |
| alex-thorley anomalous-event director-lague esoteric-class featured illustrated interactive scp unreality-dept | |
Rsr. Thorley continues to be reminded that this operation is voluntary and unlikely to produce any perceptible benefits, thus they are free to stop at any time.
| SCP-8808 | created 06 Aug 2024 05:08 |
| +176 | 💬︎20 |
| edited 09 May 2026 21:37 by Naepic | commented 14 Aug 2025 21:11 by Billith |
| concept deepwell-catalog esoteric-class ethics-committee illustrated infohazard memetic mind-affecting scp spatial | |
you store what you've learned in the vault at the back of your mind. you know it well.
| SCP-8419 | created 29 Jun 2024 07:28 |
| +67 | 💬︎24 |
| edited 25 May 2026 06:05 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 24 Jul 2024 03:03 by teethbonesandstuff |
| alive biohazard extraterrestrial fifthist genetic illustrated mind-affecting plant sapient scp second-hytoth thaumiel | |
WARNING: May cause drowsiness and disorientation. Do not operate heavy machinery while under the influence of this product. This is for your safety.
| SCP-7959 | created 06 Jan 2024 05:57 |
| +112 | 💬︎18 |
| edited 22 May 2026 05:29 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 09 Aug 2026 08:08 by NobodyNo1 |
| deletions-dept narrative scp ticonderoga transmission | |
If there exists some means of understanding this timeline and its eligibility for existence within the Database, it has yet to be discovered.
| SCP-6549 | created 28 Dec 2023 20:18 |
| +75 | 💬︎10 |
| edited 09 May 2026 22:01 by Naepic | commented 20 Feb 2025 10:36 by Chatttheleaper1 |
| animal aquatic art-exchange arthropod hostile illustrated mari-macphaerson safe sapient scp vikander-kneed | |
<Time-lapse of our ancient primate ancestors evolving into Homo sapiens sapiens. The modern human is holding a gun to its own head.>
| SCP-6693 | created 23 Nov 2023 05:00 |
| +71 | 💬︎7 |
| edited 14 Jul 2026 02:46 by Billith | commented 23 Jun 2026 22:08 by Ampyrsand |
| afterlife alive compulsion demon humanoid keter legal marshall-carter-and-dark predatory religious sapient scp | |
"This realm reeks of salted butter and petroleum."
| SCP-7549 | created 25 Sep 2023 09:41 |
| +95 | 💬︎17 |
| edited 22 May 2025 05:49 by Billith | commented 08 Aug 2026 18:16 by Billith |
| computer concept deletions-dept electronic esoteric-class extradimensional illustrated infohazard loop meta narrative planet scp self-replicating | |
Remember me, or don't. I've forgotten what it means to forget. Isn't that the point?
| SCP-7912 | created 27 Aug 2023 03:53 |
| +159 | 💬︎17 |
| edited 19 Sep 2026 17:26 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 09 Aug 2026 17:10 by Billith |
| audio computer concept deletions-dept esoteric-class illustrated meta narrative remixcon2023 scp temporal thaumiel the-architect video | |
N/A: As you can probably tell, you exist again, which means we have a new assignment.
| SCP-6793 | created 20 Dec 2022 09:52 |
| +87 | 💬︎7 |
| edited 26 May 2026 21:18 by Billith | commented 14 Aug 2025 09:11 by Hanten |
| cernunnos empathic extradimensional extraterrestrial hallucination illustrated immobile intangible k-class-scenario knowledge light loop mind-affecting neurological sapient scp uncontained | |
COGNITIVE SIGNATURE OF DESIGNATION SCP-6793 UNKNOWN. EXISTENCE OBSTRUCTED.
| SCP-7079 | created 01 Nov 2022 22:59 |
| +154 | 💬︎47 |
| edited 06 Sep 2026 03:33 by Billith | commented 06 Jul 2025 22:57 by Billith |
| concept deletions-dept esoteric-class illustrated infohazard james-harkness meta mind-affecting narrative scp surrealistics-dept | |
This designation, SCP-7079, does / does not exist.
| SCP-7396 | created 12 Oct 2022 17:00 |
| +181 | 💬︎39 |
| edited 29 Aug 2026 05:20 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 29 Aug 2025 13:39 by reptarien |
| abcs-of-death cadaver cernunnos esoteric-class extraterrestrial humanoid illustrated scp | |
J is for Jetsam. It should be noted, however, that no hospitable planets other than Earth exist for millions of light years in any given direction.
| SCP-5861 | created 14 Apr 2022 23:18 |
| +82 | 💬︎13 |
| edited 06 Jan 2025 03:39 by Billith | commented 11 Apr 2025 03:10 by Matthgeek |
| concept ectoentropic keter language location miscommunications nameless scp | |
"And don't piss yourself in public, again. They charged me $200 for that Uber"
| SCP-5541 | created 14 Oct 2021 09:14 |
| +159 | 💬︎34 |
| edited 26 Mar 2026 07:41 by Billith | commented 07 May 2025 09:39 by DrCatfood |
| apocalyptic apotheosis children-of-the-night delta-t esoteric-class extradimensional future illustrated k-class-scenario loop observational paradox reality-bending science-fiction scp sensory spatial temporal thad-xyank time-travel | |
If this document still exists in the repository before the date of its creation, then all tests have been unsuccessful.
| SCP-5646 | created 09 Oct 2021 06:05 |
| +53 | 💬︎14 |
| edited 10 Oct 2026 13:08 by Billith | commented 20 Aug 2024 15:27 by choccoMan |
| esoteric-class extradimensional k-class-scenario location meta narrative portal scp | |
The appearance of a Researcher Halliburton was determined to be unrelated to his disappearance.
| Billith's Proposal | created 23 Aug 2019 00:32 |
| +195 | 💬︎37 |
| edited 11 Jan 2025 07:33 by Billith | commented 11 Jan 2025 07:36 by Billith |
| 001-proposal esoteric-class extraterrestrial planet scp spatial temporal vehicle | |
'Foundation. Humanity. One within same framework; Bedrock beneath multiverse.'
| SCP-2921 | created 13 Jul 2018 17:11 |
| +169 | 💬︎24 |
| edited 28 Apr 2026 07:42 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 16 Nov 2024 01:51 by Kufat |
| alive concept delta-t ethics-committee extradimensional geological immobile infohazard k-class-scenario keter location meta mystery narrative paradox plant probability science-fiction scp self-replicating tree uncontained | |
Knowledge of SCP-2921 is considered potentially hazardous and thus all documentation of the anomaly has been classified as restricted to non-essential personnel.
| SCP-1822 | created 07 Jul 2018 16:49 |
| +93 | 💬︎26 |
| edited 07 Aug 2023 08:08 by Billith | commented 19 Dec 2024 10:35 by Dr Blindenberg |
| euclid mathematical predictive probability scp | |
| SCP-4888 | created 05 Jul 2018 18:24 |
| +116 | 💬︎25 |
| edited 08 Jul 2024 19:17 by Billith | commented 02 Nov 2022 19:48 by Naepic |
| 4000 alive humanoid neutralized sapient scp teleportation | |
There are contradictions in your files, corruptions of large data, inconsistencies in your timeline. It must be agonizing. What I am offering you today is peace. Put down your sword and let us keep the norm. We demand it.
| SCP-3533 | created 24 Mar 2018 00:28 |
| +205 | 💬︎22 |
| edited 02 Oct 2026 19:52 by Billith | commented 13 Feb 2025 18:29 by Orbalorb |
| amorphous antimemetic building chemical concept euclid extradimensional james-harkness liquid location meta mind-affecting scp | |
SCP-3533 is comprised of itself, its respective compounds, the concept of itself, the concept of lemon-scented, and the concept of household spray cleaners at any given time.
| SCP-3315 | created 03 Mar 2018 02:16 |
| +183 | 💬︎23 |
| edited 20 Aug 2025 17:42 by Billith | commented 06 Feb 2026 15:15 by Badtimer20XX |
| extradimensional safe scp teleportation thermal tool | |
He was shivering and sobbing, and I just held him until the rest showed up. He kept going on about the cold and the endless snow, babbling like a baby…
| SCP-3311 | created 16 Jan 2018 18:48 |
| +406 | 💬︎50 |
| edited 10 Jun 2026 01:07 by Billith | commented 29 Jul 2025 13:01 by choccoMan |
| artifact cognitohazard concept euclid extradimensional immobile meta scp | |
There has to be billions of chairs on this planet—I lost count of the ones I know. They might outnumber humans. Good lord. We'd never win.
| SCP-2786 | created 11 Jan 2018 22:28 |
| +769 | 💬︎76 |
| edited 31 Oct 2025 13:07 by Elenee FishTruck | commented 04 May 2026 16:37 by Orme |
| artistic humanoid keter meta metafiction narrative reality-bending scp | |
I'm the hero of this story, my story. This will always be my story.
| SCP-3335 | created 18 Dec 2017 18:17 |
| +111 | 💬︎21 |
| edited 26 Aug 2026 09:01 by Heck_Tech | commented 05 Apr 2026 07:48 by Narlato |
| chemical compulsion hallucination illustrated k-class-scenario keter sarkic scp vampire | |
Since the time of its surfacing and detection via Foundation operatives, over ~0.5% of the Earth's population have willingly consumed SCP-3335 for recreational purposes.
| UE-54701 | created 18 Oct 2017 04:23 |
| +176 | 💬︎24 |
| edited 27 Jan 2025 14:42 by Billith | commented 08 Mar 2024 14:04 by DrVromani |
| artifact cognitohazard extradimensional scp structure thaumiel | |
It just seems to go on forever. The fog. There is only this place.
| SCP-3545 | created 14 Sep 2017 17:24 |
| +153 | 💬︎29 |
| edited 29 Jun 2026 23:17 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 25 Mar 2026 13:23 by Billith |
| chaos-insurgency cognitohazard extradimensional illustrated james-harkness k-class-scenario memory-affecting reality-bending scp temporal thaumiel visual | |
Well, Harky, I guess this is goodbye. I'd say it was a pleasure but I'd be fucking lying.
| SCP-3959 | created 15 Jul 2017 15:06 |
| +239 | 💬︎32 |
| edited 23 Dec 2024 07:36 by Billith | commented 30 Jun 2022 23:08 by Billith |
| antimemetic auditory cognitohazard concept euclid foundation-made james-harkness memory-affecting meta scp uncontained visual | |
You're joking. Goddamn it. (Sent from my iPhone)
| SCP-3330 | created 30 May 2017 20:53 |
| +115 | 💬︎31 |
| edited 28 Mar 2025 19:02 by Bmbworried | commented 07 Apr 2026 16:31 by misc-rose |
| antimemetic auditory cognitohazard compulsion fifthist infohazard james-harkness memetic musical reality-bending scp thaumiel | |
After all, what are we but just entropic forces? We will all slowly unwind into our own still randomness. Chaos. Beautiful, beautiful chaos. And then silence.
| SCP-2853 | created 17 Apr 2017 11:55 |
| +181 | 💬︎53 |
| edited 23 Jun 2026 04:23 by Billith | commented 14 Oct 2022 16:39 by Billith |
| airborne building extradimensional k-class-scenario keter scp swarm toxic | |
It was a cosmic prison, across space and time, and for the moments we could see the sky, it was our fatal wound, bleeding ceaselessly until nothing was left.
| THE LAST OASIS - POWERED BY HEXAGON os | created 27 Feb 2025 04:42 |
| +44 | 💬︎20 |
| edited 09 Oct 2026 17:15 by Billith | commented 20 Mar 2025 23:14 by Narlato |
| audio cosmic-horror horror illustrated interactive publicdomaincon2025 tale | |
| OPEN THE GATE | created 11 Jan 2025 11:10 |
| +43 | 💬︎7 |
| edited 21 Apr 2026 18:11 by Billith | commented 20 Sep 2026 20:24 by technicalsupport95 |
| absurdism action adventure alex-thorley bleak breakout comedy cosmic-horror deletions-dept doctor-gat fantasy horror illustrated metafiction murphy-law mystery otherworldly science-fiction surrealism tale | |
"Endings are never final, HERO. Not for us."
| OPULENCE | created 12 May 2023 00:13 |
| +21 | 💬︎4 |
| edited 24 Aug 2025 10:19 by Billith | commented 17 May 2023 23:58 by lentensoda |
| tale | |
But then we all died. Well, sort of. Everyone except me. Well, sort of.
| Narrativistics and You: Abandoning the Notion of Fiction vs. Non-Fiction | created 24 Nov 2022 21:00 |
| +156 | 💬︎119 |
| edited 03 Sep 2026 18:02 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 10 Aug 2026 02:47 by Alexmey |
| absurdism academic bittersweet black-comedy bleak comedy cosmic-horror foundation-document heartwarming horror illustrated james-harkness metafiction mystery psychological-horror slice-of-life surrealism tale worldbuilding | |
Hello? What is this? Where am I? Who is "crom" and why is this room so small? When I talk, it feels even more cramped. It doesn't go away. It only gets worse. Oh god.
| SPIRAL THE DRAIN | created 06 Oct 2021 01:44 |
| +33 | 💬︎9 |
| edited 14 Sep 2026 06:10 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 01 Sep 2024 19:16 by Billith |
| illustrated tale | |
They were thirty floors down. Thirty floors beneath the surface of a doomed planet and they were all going to die.
| Redact Your Life | created 02 Nov 2018 08:20 |
| +58 | 💬︎7 |
| edited 02 Oct 2026 13:56 by Billith | commented 11 Apr 2025 02:43 by Matthgeek |
| tale | |
Something was following Foster. He was certain of it.
| A Place To Call Your Home | created 20 Feb 2018 13:17 |
| +92 | 💬︎11 |
| edited 11 Sep 2025 08:29 by Billith | commented 07 Apr 2025 19:39 by GrecoEgyptian |
| deletions-dept tale | |
'Hello, I am Buddy.aic'
| Your Future is Bright | created 22 Jan 2018 16:31 |
| +128 | 💬︎39 |
| edited 03 Sep 2026 06:41 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 11 Apr 2025 02:57 by Matthgeek |
| action black-comedy bleak body-horror comedy cosmic-horror dystopian horror military-fiction missing-number psychological-horror tale worldbuilding | |
There comes a time and place where all things end.
| D E L E T I O N S | created 25 Oct 2023 16:05 |
| +209 | 💬︎29 |
| edited 20 Sep 2026 20:31 by technicalsupport95 | commented 19 Aug 2026 20:28 by NobodyNo1 |
| deletions-dept group-hub hub illustrated | |
Welcome to Deletions. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
| Personal Log of Richard Larenz | created 18 Oct 2017 04:26 |
| +103 | 💬︎10 |
| edited 27 Jan 2025 15:34 by Billith | commented 11 Apr 2025 14:04 by Matthgeek |
| exploration supplement | |
Tracing his form, as if memorizing the shape of his coil. In fear he might lose it again.
| SCP-????-J's Box's Extended Log | created 23 Jul 2017 12:24 |
| +170 | 💬︎59 |
| edited 11 Jun 2026 00:52 by rockemsockem999 | commented 14 Oct 2024 20:05 by rileyy__001 |
| collaboration doctor-spanko researcher-james supplement | |
Collaborative Log for Whatever Shows Up On The Box
| SCP-3959 (LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE) | created 15 Jul 2017 15:06 |
| +191 | 💬︎13 |
| edited 24 Aug 2025 23:24 by Billith | commented 10 Apr 2025 21:49 by Matthgeek |
| supplement | |
WARNING: FAILURE TO ABIDE BY SECURITY CLEARANCE MAY RESULT IN TERMINATION
| SCP Foundation | created 20 Jun 2017 18:53 |
| +127 | 💬︎46 |
| edited 28 Jun 2024 17:21 by Billith | commented 19 Apr 2024 07:54 by Zyn |
| splash | |
This page definitely doesn't exist yet. It probably existed at some point, but has since been deleted. Did you get feedback? I didn't, and now I'm getting downvoted :(
| SCP-5140-J | created 13 Apr 2025 17:40 |
| +26 | 💬︎12 |
| edited 19 Sep 2026 17:23 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 01 May 2025 14:53 by Maplestrip |
| absurdism antimemetic black-comedy bleak bureaucracy comedy doctor-clef doctor-kondraki doctor-wettle humanoid illusory-butterflies joke keter memetic mind-affecting scp surrealism | |
STATUS UPDATE: I AM GOING TO DIE
| SCP-1256-J | created 16 Oct 2021 08:24 |
| +79 | 💬︎16 |
| edited 02 Apr 2025 00:02 by Kufat | commented 23 Mar 2026 13:06 by TheTearsofCthulhu |
| bee document joke mind-affecting safe scp sensory | |
b e e s (muffled through wall): ayy where you at?
| SCP-990-J | created 09 May 2019 20:16 |
| +106 | 💬︎15 |
| edited 08 Mar 2026 07:16 by Jerden | commented 21 Sep 2025 16:02 by Ethagon |
| humanoid joke keter raisa sapient scp sleep | |
Actually, while I have you here, can I talk to you about something? It's important.
| SCP-2719-J | created 18 Jul 2018 01:00 |
| +140 | 💬︎27 |
| edited 05 Mar 2024 22:04 by Billith | commented 26 Sep 2026 20:24 by Billith |
| concept esoteric-class joke meta mind-affecting scp | |
SCP-2719-J is to be contained inside (your mum).
| SCP-????-J | created 22 Jul 2017 17:17 |
| +445 | 💬︎42 |
| edited 22 May 2025 05:47 by Billith | commented 07 Mar 2024 08:49 by Transfemme Fatale |
| antimemetic artifact cognitohazard ectoentropic esoteric-class illustrated joke polyhedral scp | |
O5-1: Oi, what the fuck is that thing?
| SCP-META-EX-J | created 20 Jun 2017 18:53 |
| +198 | 💬︎33 |
| edited 14 Mar 2026 02:10 by Billith | commented 24 Sep 2026 21:00 by Aaron_123456 |
| concept esoteric-class joke meta scp uncontained | |
This page has been eligible for deletion since: 103 years, 8 months, 22 days…
| Ordopharm Agronomics Theme | created 30 Aug 2026 19:49 |
| +34 | 💬︎8 |
| edited 04 Sep 2026 02:11 by Billith | commented 11 Oct 2026 11:03 by Mephisto_tank |
| theme | |
| eigenmachine theme | created 16 Jun 2024 03:16 |
| +70 | 💬︎11 |
| edited 11 Aug 2026 23:43 by Billith | commented 15 Jun 2025 00:46 by Wynths |
| theme | |
| Billith's DEPARTMENTALIZER (logo making tool) | created 24 Jun 2026 00:13 |
| +147 | 💬︎24 |
| edited 03 Oct 2026 23:19 by Billith | commented 26 Aug 2026 13:42 by Billith |
| essay image-editing interactive logo | |
A departmental logo design workshop and SVG decompositor with unique features.
| Classifications, Guides, and Icons by Billith | created 21 Dec 2022 04:52 |
| +95 | 💬︎18 |
| edited 26 Aug 2026 15:16 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 18 Feb 2026 00:20 by Paratagaz |
| artist cel-shaded logo outlined | |
Hello there! My name is Billith, and if you are reading this, you've either lost a bet or have stumbled upon my technical classifications and logos page.
| Market Penetration of Harlequina Meat Products | created 24 Aug 2026 02:42 |
| +31 | 💬︎7 |
| edited 03 Oct 2026 00:16 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 28 Aug 2026 06:02 by WaylandLaurencePan |
| bleak corporate goi-format goicon-2026 horror | |
I have measured the inside of a clown.
| Holes | created 05 Jan 2022 01:25 |
| +34 | 💬︎10 |
| edited 13 Oct 2024 05:41 by Billith | commented 24 Sep 2024 18:15 by choccoMan |
| bleak creepypasta horror mystery psychological-horror tale | |
There is a hole at the center of Everything.
MULTIPLAYER AFFAIRS
| A Recording of Prometheus Innovations' Pitch for the Scranton Encabulator Mk VI, and the Ramifications of its Existence | created 13 Aug 2024 22:07 |
| +38 | 💬︎4 |
| edited 25 Apr 2026 21:34 by Billith | commented 25 Apr 2026 17:47 by Matthgeek |
| co-authored comedy doctor-mcdoctorate prometheus science-fiction tale | |
First the needless company-wide upgrade to the iPhone 23, now this.
| SCP-8190 | created 06 Apr 2024 01:00 |
| +297 | 💬︎52 |
| edited 28 Apr 2026 23:46 by Deadly Bread | commented 17 Aug 2026 02:12 by ciuin2002 |
| acoustic admonition anomalous-event audio building co-authored compulsion concept deepwell-catalog deletions-dept esoteric-class extradimensional james-harkness loop meta scp surrealistics-dept temporal | |
ADMONITION: Intermission II
| SCP-6183 | created 19 May 2023 10:13 |
| +506 | 💬︎75 |
| edited 07 Oct 2026 06:03 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 06 Jun 2026 19:10 by Unidentifiedgoober |
| admonition bleak co-authored computer concept cosmic-horror decommissioning-dept deepwell-catalog deletions-dept director-bold doctor-reynders goblincon2023 hard-to-destroy-reptile horror illustrated keter loop meta mystery nameless pattern-screamer prize-feature psychological-horror science-fiction scp simon-pietrykau temporal | |
ADMONITION: Intermission
| SCP-9481 | created 17 May 2026 03:51 |
| +79 | 💬︎20 |
| edited 14 Aug 2026 00:20 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 25 May 2026 16:12 by BuyersRemorse |
| co-authored dream esoteric-class mystery oneiroi otherworldly phenomenon scp shark-punching-center sport sportscon2026 surrealism | |
Entering a deep sleep. Please wait…
| SCP-6768 | created 01 Sep 2023 23:06 |
| +88 | 💬︎10 |
| edited 17 May 2026 02:15 by Billith | commented 17 May 2026 22:55 by NobodyNo1 |
| co-authored computer deletions-dept esoteric-class illustrated meta narrative scp self-replicating temporal | |
THE CURRENT goes where it pleases, and builds dams in its wake.
| SCP-1549 | created 30 Jan 2018 20:58 |
| +263 | 💬︎32 |
| edited 26 Jul 2021 05:25 by EstrellaYoshte | commented 24 Sep 2025 20:00 by RainbowGod666 |
| aiad artistic building co-authored computer electronic extradimensional online portal safe scp tactile | |
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Author: Sampsonchen
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| An Interview With Billith On Narrativistics | created 07 Sep 2023 07:05 |
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| edited 07 Feb 2025 22:06 by Irina Bougainvillea | commented 07 Feb 2025 22:05 by Irina Bougainvillea |
| essay international | |
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Author:Billith
License: CC BY-SA 3.0
| SCP-NUMBERONEDOGGO-J | created 19 Jan 2024 10:38 |
| +132 | 💬︎16 |
| edited 08 Mar 2026 07:15 by Jerden | commented 15 Sep 2025 01:00 by MordechaiTea |
| animal canine co-authored joke raisa safe scp | |
According to Dr. Holland, the canine "can tear bad guys to shreds, but would never hurt a fly elsewise, even if it flew into his ear."
| The Previous Segment Was Brought to You by a Grant from the Wondertainment Holiday Fund and by Viewers Like You | created 09 Jan 2024 11:19 |
| +54 | 💬︎3 |
| edited 11 Oct 2025 06:41 by Jerden | commented 25 Jan 2024 16:04 by dr_kewey |
| art-exchange audio broken-masquerade co-authored journalism political tale worldbuilding | |
| SCP-7213 | created 12 Feb 2023 06:05 |
| +161 | 💬︎22 |
| edited 02 Dec 2025 17:21 by Jerden | commented 07 Mar 2023 22:22 by RobotLettuce |
| art-exchange audio co-authored creative-destruction extradimensional neutralized scp sun transmission | |
It starts with an earthquake.
| SCP-8505 | created 30 Mar 2025 03:55 |
| +70 | 💬︎11 |
| edited 16 Jul 2025 20:46 by Jerden | commented 02 Aug 2025 12:04 by NoName2087 |
| black-comedy bureaucracy cadaver co-authored comedy esoteric-class goldbaker-reinz humanoid legal marshall-carter-and-dark reanimation sapient scp | |
"You know what's worse than being a dead employee? Being an eternally employed, dead employee."
| SCP-7533 | created 17 Oct 2022 00:15 |
| +148 | 💬︎16 |
| edited 16 May 2026 23:55 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 29 Aug 2025 18:05 by reptarien |
| abcs-of-death co-authored euclid fish hallucination illustrated intangible light mind-affecting predatory scp | |
Baker-Miller Pink (pictured). Those sensitive to cognitohazardous media should avoid prolonged exposure.
| SCP-8121 | created 08 Mar 2025 05:03 |
| +58 | 💬︎20 |
| edited 01 Oct 2025 17:30 by Billith | commented 28 Oct 2025 05:22 by saturnpolice |
| absurdism apocalyptic black-comedy cadaver co-authored cognitohazard comedy cosmic-horror esoteric-class horror k-class-scenario mind-affecting post-apocalyptic publicdomaincon2025 reality-bending scp surrealism | |
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Author: Kala Kalwanu
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| SCP-8888 | created 16 Feb 2024 04:47 |
| +416 | 💬︎76 |
| edited 18 Sep 2026 21:14 by ObsoleteCorpse | commented 05 Jun 2026 00:20 by Ampyrsand |
| 8-ball 8000 agent-calendar aiad co-authored computer director-house doctor-cimmerian doctor-mcdoctorate doctor-sokolsky doctor-wettle esoteric-class foundation-made james-harkness kain-pathos-crow marshall-carter-and-dark mechanical midnight-the-cat on-guard-43 probability sapient scp sigurros the-serpent uncontained undervegas wanderers-library | |
It's Casino Night at the Wanderers' Library. Docents and demons ally to deal every game of chance imaginable.
But we're here to play a game of skill; let's pocket the Eight-Ball.
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