由于基金会的沙盒站经常出现问题,个人决定把目前在进行的工作转移到这里
旧沙盒已删除
- 点子合集
- (原创)冰鱼的地狱
- SCP-CN-4444
- SCP-7146(英翻中)
- 这不算罪过(英翻中)
- 机动特遣兽迷(英翻中)
- “Everyday Hero”
- Strike Down the False(原创,没想好中文名)
- 名字构思中
- 宏大的计划!!!
- 工具柜
- 评论归档
- 待办事项本
- 迎新开场白
- Site-990 Headcanons/Canons
- Other Character Canons
- ...
点子1:恐怖向文档,纯body horror;具体细节包括[数据删除],[已编辑]以及██████。 已发布
点子2:J文档,文档作者们撞点子时的怨念……?
点子3:未定,探讨社会上不同的人们承担的“责任”
点子4:抒情……ATF……文档……?(哪个憨憨说不可能的?) 已发布
点子5:这里 已经下葬
点子6:探索记录向中长篇,主要记载一个异常空间,其中一切生物都是会移动的肉
这个空间的社会制度是少部分比较完整的肉(例:被切成一半的猪身)充当统治阶级,因为它们能更好地移动,肉排这种只能滑行的就是底层的;底层的肉经常被充当建筑组织,少数运气好的会被统治阶级拼在身上,成为统治阶级的一部分……之类
点子7:联动CN-2003,主角是一名没什么存在感的学生,全校被SCP-CN-2003-Γ屠杀了之后在废墟内生存、搜集武器、进行还击
个人觉得CN-2003虽然原意是“欺凌后没能成功忍耐、排解、思考的人会成为-Γ个体,能成功的人就会成长”,但写得漏洞百出;而且2003还写到“加害者”们是因为被2003的异常影响而开始霸凌他人的,本性并不坏,所以就准备用这篇文拓展一下这两个点子
还有,我非常非常想写很爽的那种打戏,能力小的主角vs能力大的游戏boss那种感觉的(
角色:
- -Γ个体——和Bruce新作里面差不多的类型,甚至没有意识到自己在杀人的绿型
- 主角——曾经被选中过成为-B个体,经受过强烈的霸凌,但之后决定原谅了霸凌者;2003效果消失后重新开朗了起来
- 2-4个朋友——曾经和其他一群学生们被选中过成为-A个体,霸凌过主角;2003效果消失后都恢复了原本的性格,愧疚至极,决定帮助主角
- 2-4个“朋友的朋友”——和上述主角的朋友们是朋友,在最近的2003事件中被选为-A个体,上述的朋友们都因为他们性情大变而十分担心
- 配角们——背景板,都被杀了,但里面不乏主角佩服、崇拜、爱慕……的人
点子8:致敬伊藤润二《漂浮物》(不是浮游物),有着Eldritch Horror形象的守护神
原漫画剧情:有一种巨大的海洋生物,它会把遇到海难的人吞到肚子里但是不加以消化,给他们养分让他们得以活下来,等到它死后漂浮到岸上的时候就是人们重见天日的时候
点子9:“抑郁检测专家”(正在写,标“原创”的tab)
点子10: “Everyday Hero”(正在写)
点子11:故事,几个平行世界的Ollie见面(
特别High-maintenance的点子:(参加之后的竞赛用?)
点子1:(打这个的时候忘记格式了,就先将就这样吧)
探讨Absurd Hero
基金会触发了某个末日情景,所有人都被困在同一个时间段里,只有一个站点主管和他的小秘书能够保存有记忆
站点主管极力想要打破循环,通过职权尝试了几乎所有方法,恶魔崇拜、活人献祭、尝试登神一套不停地搞,毁灭了地球很多次,但是每次都会回到原状
小秘书一开始协助了主管,但是最后知道了自己的行为是无意义的,于是比起打破循环,更愿意通过无限的机会来摸索出一条制造乌托邦的道路,在循环之内给大家带来最大的幸福
最后小秘书通过某种方式说服主管,两人放弃了对抗自己的命运,但给世界带来了永恒(?)的美好
(极大参考了JaruJaruJ关于Deltarune故事线和Ralsei身份的理论,所以目前这个版本不行,有抄袭的嫌疑)
点子2:这里
点子3:(格式回来了)
风格:事件记录向
长度:中篇(大部分为出现的事件)
主体:Keter,一种异常现象,会导致基金会成员将困扰自己的东西写为条目发表到基金会网站上(类似CN-555-J把牙疼写作异常项目,但此篇条目中出现的事件更偏向于情感且受影响人员的写作风格更接近普通的条目)
情感:同情(通过基金会成员们的经历引起)
写作:会通过各种基金会成员写的内容暗示他们经历的事件以及压抑下的负面情感,吸引人之处大概就是每个基金会成员冷酷无情背后的悲伤和压力
特殊收容措施:基金会已发表多篇掩盖故事和杜撰的研究论文,称SCP-CN-3234出现在海洋中的原因为一持续、不受外界影响的寒流。由于SCP-CN-3234-A个体的寿命极短且栖息地狭小,目击到其的情况非常少见;尽管如此,仍应向活体实例的目击者进行掩盖故事,称其将其他种类的鱼类误认为是SCP-CN-3234-A,并在必要时给予极低剂量的A级记忆删除剂。
描述:SCP-CN-3234是一个大致均匀的冷水平面,平均高度约为1米,平均温度约为0摄氏度(32华氏度),标准差为0.8摄氏度(1.44华氏度),几乎存在于全世界所有热带、亚热带海洋中深度为200米左右的部分。 SCP-CN-3234具有稳定的温度并且几乎从不改变位置;基金会曾将通过机器将高压、高温的水流射向SCP-CN-3234,尝试来排除其中的冷水并对其进行升温,但这些尝试仅导致SCP-CN-3234所在位置的热水迅速冷却,而被取代的冷水则自然升温直至再次达到周围海洋的正常温度,最终没有任何大规模的温度改变。
SCP-CN-3234中有一较为温和的上升水流,在底部似乎没有征兆地出现,在靠近顶部的区域缓慢停止。如果一物体向下逆流移动,那么其将会在穿过SCP-CN-3234底部时由于突然失去水流的支持而迅速下沉。
在SCP-CN-3234中有时会观察到SCP-CN-3234-A个体。这些实例是来自Channichthyidae科的活体成员或卵,俗称“冰鱼”。由于该水域的温度适合其栖息,此类冰鱼一般都可以在该地区生活;然而,任何深度的上升都会令它们立即遇到超出承受上限的水温(通常约为5摄氏度),导致严重的热休克并使体内的分子变性,通常会导致死亡1。任何深度的降低都会导致SCP-CN-3234-A个体无法再受到上升水流的支持,由于缺乏鱼鳔而缓慢下沉到极低的深度2,最终因为强大的水压而死亡。因此,SCP-CN-3234-A个体只能在SCP-CN-3234的最顶层约20厘米的区域生存,也因此拥有极度受限的活动范围。如果这些个体位于陆地附近,对深度的限制常常导致其无法绕过岩石或珊瑚礁等障碍,使其被困在水下洞穴或其它封闭环境中,进一步减小其活动范围、增加觅食难度。
同时,由于Channichthyidae科的鱼类缺乏用于在血液中携带氧气的血红蛋白,它们通常通过直接从水体中获取溶解的氧气来进行细胞呼吸。SCP-CN-3234的低温虽然极大地帮助了氧气在水中的溶解,但由于附近海域相对的高温,其中的氧气和SCP-CN-3234-A个体通常的栖息地(靠近南极的极地海洋)相比仍然浓度十分低。因此,即使这些个体保持适合的深度,其由于缺乏氧气还是难以进行快速或持续的游动,在觅食或尝试逃脱捕食者时器官会由于快速增加的乳酸浓度而受到显著的伤害,生存难度仍然极高。
为研究SCP-CN-3234-A个体的来源,基金会在南极对非异常冰鱼巢穴中的卵进行了放射性同位素标记。研究员们观察到大量SCP-CN-3234-A个体中都出现了标记用的放射性同位素,且观察到被标记冰鱼的数量和在非异常冰鱼巢穴中(因未知原因)消失、且曾被标记的卵数量大约相等。因此,目前研究表明出现在SCP-CN-3234中的个体皆被以未知方法传送到其中,而非反熵地凭空生成。没有观察到任何SCP-CN-3234选择目标的规律。
关于SCP-CN-3234-A个体,除其似乎异常的来源之外,最显著的异常效应为其血液和SCP-CN-3234水体的反应。在任何SCP-CN-3234中的冰鱼个体因为外伤而流血时,同样的放射性同位素标记显示其血液不会扩散出该异常水体的范围,而是会逐渐在其中被以异常速度稀释直到浓度极低,与普通海水在化学成分上的区别可以忽略。研究表明几乎所有SCP-CN-3234液体中都含有一定浓度的冰鱼血液。由于Channichthyidae科的鱼类缺乏血红蛋白,其血液无色透明且粘稠度极低,导致其与普通海水在外貌上几乎没有区别。
值得注意的是,栖息在异常地点的SCP-CN-3234-A个体对于其栖息地似乎有着未知来源的了解,通常情况下都会保持在安全深度。它们经常会被观察到漫无目的地绕圈游动、重复用头部撞向海中的岩石、或者通过啃咬攻击其他冰鱼个体,这似乎是由于强烈的精神压力所致。有些个体甚至会在生存状态稳定且没有改变过高度的情况下,无征兆地游出SCP-CN-3234,并由于高热或水压而死亡。目前无法决定此行为是否为有预谋的自杀。
附录CN-3234-1:在SCP-CN-3234区域的一处水下洞穴中,基金会观察到了一SCP-CN-3234-A个体从孵化起便开始不断通过牙齿凿击岩壁。其唯一被观察到的进食是自己牙齿和吻部的碎片。在多根牙齿破碎的情况下,其开始撞向附近的一块锋利岩石,在受到大量伤害后通过裸露的骨骼继续凿击岩壁。最终,其使用现代汉语3在岩壁上雕刻出如下短语:
这是地狱。冰鱼的地狱。
此后,该个体由于游出SCP-CN-3234而死亡。
scp 原创 euclid 水生 动物 鱼类 液体 热量影响 感知力
非常感谢Turpentine、ONXY和ShenYiHX的评价!
本文不参加冬季征文。事先说一下,避免大家问我这篇为啥这么不切题。
本文不是谜语文,因为我没有给出任何真正的线索。这篇可能看起来很电波,但是背后没有什么复杂的故事或者原理。抱歉qwq
不过……如果大家有解读的话,我非常欢迎。
3234这个编号是模拟了冰鱼在一个平面上,上下微微沉浮的感觉,所以4个数字有非常小的上下波动……应该吧。
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特殊收容措施:除Dr. Travis Echols以及SCP-CN-4444的指定目标以外,不允许任何智能生物或程序对其原理、作用机制、或操作方法产生任何理解。需注意,为了保护身心安全,该收容程序不可被任何人员违背,即使其拥有处理认知危害的科技和/或生物强化手段(如SCRAMBLE目镜,心灵遮断合金,记忆强化剂等)。上述手段不会具有任何保护作用。
SCP-CN-4444不具有任何认知危害性质;所有可能对智能生物身心造成的负面后果皆非异常效应所致,而仅仅是因为理解项目本质(以及相应的逻辑推理)而产生的困扰。同样的,SCP-CN-4444不带有任何具有传染性的异常模因,抑制相关信息进行传播(包括通过非智能程序)的原因也仅仅是避免非目标人员理解项目的具体内容。
描述:SCP-CN-4444为Echols针对性存在抹除装置,由Dr. Travis Echols研发并投入使用。
有关SCP-CN-4444的任何其它信息被禁止访问。
(这一部分是高潮阶段的big reveal)
SCP-CN-4444的主要功能是是通过时间异常对历史进行改写,从而在任何具有智能和感知的生命体(下称“目标”)中诱发严重抑郁症、焦虑症、幻觉等一系列可以进行定义的症状。上述症状被统称为SCP-CN-4444-A。
绝大多数情况下,目标都在SCP-CN-4444被操作的时间点(“现在”)上,由于自己的行为、生理情况、心理状态、性格、物质条件、身处社会的环境等一系列原因,无法满足被SCP-CN-4444影响的时间点(“过去”)上较年轻的自己对于未来生活的标准。
SCP-CN-4444-A的具体症状因目标而异,但总体可以被概括为:
第一阶段:SCP-CN-4444将对过去的目标进行大量的心理暗示以及制造极度生动的幻觉,使其了解到自己未来(“现在”)的生活状态。需注意,绝大部分目标在现阶段都不会完全相信SCP-CN-4444-A的内容,虽然上述幻觉都直接取自于“现在”。
第二阶段:SCP-CN-4444将刺激目标的思维以及自我观察,促使目标对自己的未来进行思考,并且在逻辑层面上相信自己极度可能/必定会达到上述幻觉中的状态。如必要,SCP-CN-4444-A中可以包括从“过去”到“现在”之间的事件,从而帮助目标理解这一进展的事实。
第三阶段:SCP-CN-4444将对目标的大脑结构进行操纵,大量降解血清素、多巴胺、肾上腺素以及其前驱物,从而引起目标的情绪低落、自卑、自责等症状,极大加剧SCP-CN-4444-A。
第四阶段:SCP-CN-4444将引导目标进行自杀。
Echols:所以……你还是不明白为什么吗?为什么我严令禁止任何不是目标的人知道原理?为什么这么个简单到不行的玩意,“穿越时空给人抑郁症”的机器,会被分类成Critical?
Skinner:记忆删除和镇定剂我已经准备好了。我可以随时把自己迷晕,然后你说什么我都不会听到,再加上我的植入物会发送警报,全站点的特遣队都会知道你在哪里。我甚至可以把自己的大脑皮层变形,好让我完全忘记你说的——
Echols:因为,只要你看到了原理就会知道。你那些觉得自己不够好的想法。你那些觉得别人都会恨你的想法。你那些觉得自己会变成可恨的人的想法。
Skinner:……
Echols:为什么它们会出现在你的脑子里?你毕竟是个目标啊,所以当然是因为CN-4444啊。那么CN-4444为什么会把这些传给你?CN-4444为什么告诉你说,你未来不会改变自己的暴躁情绪,不会治疗自己的上帝情结,而只是会让CN-3312里边的场景重复一次,然后亲手——或者说亲触手——杀掉你心爱的Ollie,被核弹炸得七零八烂以后成为Keter级收容物,每天被柴油点燃焚烧好避免你细胞分裂得太快?
Skinner:……你……我……我……
Echols:因为一件事。在你的未来,它们都是真的。
最后的最后,Ryan和Ollie和所有其他人一起出示了各种证据,表明Travis的所有行为并没有为世界除害,而是杀掉了本来可以被原谅、变得更好的人,因此从一切看来,他本人也是一个祸害。而Travis最憎恨的就是祸害。
Travis哈哈大笑。
时间线重启。时间异常应用部门的部长Dr. Travis Echols,又称O5-4,也被称作“自杀这个概念的拟人化”,同样被称作伦理道德部和遏火部共同的公敌,不在了。这个世界上只有一个叫做Travis的不幸的德国小男孩,在幼儿园的故事写作大赛获得了很多大奖,但在高中开始染上了严重抑郁症,写了几篇极度黑暗暴力的故事,随后自杀。他的家庭说他的故事会让世界变得更加多彩。他从来没取得过博士学位,更没有接触过异常的世界。谁都不记得发生了什么。
我知道CN-4000竞赛还早得很,但是4444是我能想到最匹配这个项目的编号。
其次的话就是4874、4781这种谐音梗了。或者4514(DEAD)。
4718 - 致敬2718
4020 - 致敬3020
我最少要写几万字吧?不像CN-3312,感觉这个不太好拓展……
WEE WOO WEE WOO
ATF IS BACK ON THE MENU BOYS
特殊收容措施:所有SCP-7146药物皆应被储存在Site-24,位于低安保等级物品收容区内。依照管理员(The Administrator)和伦理道德委员会下达的指令,任何有关SCP-7146的测试都已被禁止。
Stationary Task Force Phi-40 "Side Effects Include" is to continue collaborating with Mobile Task Force Sigma-12 "Doctor Feelgoods" with tracing and terminating the distribution, and advertisement, of further SCP-7146 tablets. STF Phi-40 is to also help with coordinating compensatory payments to the families of SCP-7146's victims.
The tracking and apprehension of remaining members of Group of Interest-1205 "Accelerate the Future" are ongoing.
Description: SCP-7146 is a collective designation for "off the counter" pharmaceutical tablets, offered exclusively through online orders brought on by digital advertisements, targeted primarily to persons in "expansion" fetish communities. SCP-7146 is advertised with text reading "Expansion Tablets, by Accelerate the Future4. Clearance Sale, 50% OFF!".
Clicking on an advertisement for SCP-7146 redirects the user to a checkout page, where they are prompted to provide their name, address, favored part(s) of the body, and payment information5. Upon filling out the form, the user is informed that their delivery of SCP-7146 will arrive at their address within one to two business days6.
SCP-7146 will arrive at the user's address in bottles superficially resembling those used for prescribed medications, with the exception of the translucent plastic being green in colouration. SCP-7146 bottles will contain 30 tablets; no information is provided for the refilling or refunding of SCP-7146.
SCP-7146's anomalous effects take effect up to an hour after consumption. After that amount of time, SCP-7146's users experience exponential growth in body parts considered sexually arousing. These include, but are not limited to:
- Penises;
- Testicles;
- Lips;
- Buttocks;
- Breasts;
- Nipples;
- And thighs.
The parts of the body affected by SCP-7146 are believed to be individualized, based on what the user fills out on the provided checkout form.
SCP-7146's effects are invariably fatal, due to the factor of them not cessating until the biological and physical limitations of the human body result in rejection of further growth. Said rejections culminate in affected body parts exploding, which results in either instant expiration or that caused by gradual blood loss.
It is estimated that no less than 500 orders of SCP-7146 have taken place, with those placed in Foundation containment making up less than 70% of extant supply. Of these ≥500 orders, 474 fatalities have been recorded.
Addendum 7146-1 - Discovery: SCP-7146 first came to the Foundation's attention via the death of fetish artist Bryant "BigIron" Ironson in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts. Boston law enforcement answered a 911 call from Ironson's partner, who reported hearing an explosion and noises "like meat being tenderized" from Ironson's study, but was unable to open the door due to it being locked from the inside.
The door was breached following a further report of a pungent smell coming from the room. Inside the body of Ironson was found, nude and surrounded by a mixture of blood, flesh, viscera, and seminal fluids on the floor, walls, and ceiling. Ironson's hip region was completely obliterated, and clutched in their hand was a bottle of what would later be designated SCP-7146.
A Foundation operative embedded in Boston Police Dispatch intercepted the call-in reporting Ironson's death, and undercover agents were quickly sent to Ironson's apartment in order to amnesticize, clean up and collect information. After retrieval of the bottle, and a search of Ironson's browser history, preliminary files for SCP-7146 and theur seller (hereafter referred to as PoI-1205-40) were drafted, and STF Phi-40 was formed.
Bryant Ironson's death was officially reported as a suicide. Their partner has been subsequently sent a monthly recompensatory stimulus of $100,000 in exchange for their silence.
Addendum 7146-2 - List of SCP-7146 fatalities between 25-02-21 and 01-05-21:
I know that it might come across as callous, letting these deaths happen before we were finally able to track down PoI-1205-40. But traces can't always be instantaneous due to various extenuating factors. - Doctor Hope Bernes, Stationary Task Force Phi-40
Name | Date | Report | Notes |
---|---|---|---|
Susan Melenski | 03-03-21 | Victim, 27, was a model for the fetish site GrowthGrrls, specializing in manipulated "shopped" nude photographs with an expanded chest. Victim was found in her car a day after expiration, the windows obscured by viscera and remnants of silicon implants. An SCP-7146 bottle was discovered in the car's glove compartment. | Car was acquired by the Foundation. Victim's death was officially reported as suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning. |
Geoffrey "Big Geoff" Inclow | 27-03-21 | Victim, 30, ran the Twitter account "@BigAssGeoffInc", primarily focused on photographs that accentuated their buttocks. Victim was found in their home after their neighbors filed a scent complaint with the local police, face down against their beed with their gluteal region having exploded. SCP-7146 was found on their nightstand. | Neighbors and law enforcement officials were amnesticized. Victim's death was officially reported as an overdose of sleeping pills. |
Mariko Dunn | 30-04-21 | Victim, 23, was an ASMR7 roleplay livestreamer on the website Twitch, operating under the handle "BigKissyLips98". Victim's expiration was the first instance of SCP-7146's effects being witnessed live by Foundation operatives, as she was seen taking a tablet on stream in the midst of a session. Victim's lips expanded exponentially, with her breaking character and panicking when the growth did not cease. The victim's jaw was seen to explode in the midst of their attempt to shut off their stream. | Victim's death was witnessed by 4,000 viewers and "clipped" 43 times, before STF Phi-40 - in collaboration with the Department of Anomalous Broadcasting - was able to forcefully shut the stream down, administer Class-I amnestics, and scrub online records. Victim's death was officially reported as suicide via a gunshot to the jaw. |
Addendum 7146-4 - Discovery of PoI-1205-40: On 01-05-2021, the computer on which the advertising servers for SCP-7146 were run was discovered after three months of telemetric forensic work by Phi-40, in a pond in Forest Park, Missouri. The computer's contents themselves were unable to be recovered due to extensive water damage. However, the serial number on the its hard drive was still partially legible, allowing agents to track the purchase to a local computer repair shop, and after accessing the store's financial records, determined the identity of PoI-1205-40 to be one Zachariah Lang, age 37.
PoI-1205-40's place of residence was narrowed down to a suburb in West Alton, Illinois, and agents from Mobile Task Force Sigma-12 were dispatched in plainclothes to the location in order to apprehend and question them. However, when the agents breached the residence, PoI-1205-40 was discovered deceased in their bedroom, having bled out due to the effects of SCP-7146 on their pectoral region.
Time of death was narrowed down to less than an hour prior to Sigma-12's arrival.
Empty bottles of SCP-7146 were found scattered around their body, and a laptop on their desk was opened to an empty IRC chat, the contents of which have been reproduced below.
ZL4ng86: consider this my official resignation from atf
ZL4ng86: whatever good that does
ZL4ng86: fucking ollie and his fursuits
ZL4ng86: i thought i was numb to it all
ZL4ng86: the effects my pills would have on these suckers
Zl4ng86: "no fetishes are harmless" i was told over and over again until it was rooted in my mind
ZL4ng86: then i saw what happened to mariko
ZL4ng86: i was on the stream. i saw the raw panic on her face the terror in her voice
ZL4ng86: it broke me
ZL4ng86: i've taken a bunch of my leftover stock
ZL4ng86: and sent the rest of the profits to the dunn family's gofundme for the funeral
ZL4ng86: i know it won't make up for what i did
ZL4ng86: if there's an afterlife, i'm going to hell for my complicity
ZL4ng86: i made peace with that
ZL4ng86: but it gives me some peace of mind
ZL4ng86: w hile i wait for it to end
ZL4ng86: i can feel my bon escreaking. it's almost time.
ZL4ng86: if there is a hell
ZL4ng86: i hope all of you scammers and murderers are going down their with me
ZL4ng86: especially YOU oll|
原文:
Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-7146 tablets are to be kept in a filing cabinet in Site-24's Low Security Object sector. Testing with SCP-7146 has been forbidden, by order of the Administrator and Ethics Committee.
Stationary Task Force Phi-40 "Side Effects Include" is to continue collaborating with Mobile Task Force Sigma-12 "Doctor Feelgoods" with tracing and terminating the distribution, and advertisement, of further SCP-7146 tablets. STF Phi-40 is to also help with coordinating compensatory payments to the families of SCP-7146's victims.
The tracking and apprehension of remaining members of Group of Interest-1205 "Accelerate the Future" are ongoing.
Description: SCP-7146 is a collective designation for "off the counter" pharmaceutical tablets, offered exclusively through online orders brought on by digital advertisements, targeted primarily to persons in "expansion" fetish communities. SCP-7146 is advertised with text reading "Expansion Tablets, by Accelerate the Future8. Clearance Sale, 50% OFF!".
Clicking on an advertisement for SCP-7146 redirects the user to a checkout page, where they are prompted to provide their name, address, favored part(s) of the body, and payment information9. Upon filling out the form, the user is informed that their delivery of SCP-7146 will arrive at their address within one to two business days10.
SCP-7146 will arrive at the user's address in bottles superficially resembling those used for prescribed medications, with the exception of the translucent plastic being green in colouration. SCP-7146 bottles will contain 30 tablets; no information is provided for the refilling or refunding of SCP-7146.
SCP-7146's anomalous effects take effect up to an hour after consumption. After that amount of time, SCP-7146's users experience exponential growth in body parts considered sexually arousing. These include, but are not limited to:
- Penises;
- Testicles;
- Lips;
- Buttocks;
- Breasts;
- Nipples;
- And thighs.
The parts of the body affected by SCP-7146 are believed to be individualized, based on what the user fills out on the provided checkout form.
SCP-7146's effects are invariably fatal, due to the factor of them not cessating until the biological and physical limitations of the human body result in rejection of further growth. Said rejections culminate in affected body parts exploding, which results in either instant expiration or that caused by gradual blood loss.
It is estimated that no less than 500 orders of SCP-7146 have taken place, with those placed in Foundation containment making up less than 70% of extant supply. Of these ≥500 orders, 474 fatalities have been recorded.
Addendum 7146-1 - Discovery: SCP-7146 first came to the Foundation's attention via the death of fetish artist Bryant "BigIron" Ironson in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts. Boston law enforcement answered a 911 call from Ironson's partner, who reported hearing an explosion and noises "like meat being tenderized" from Ironson's study, but was unable to open the door due to it being locked from the inside.
The door was breached following a further report of a pungent smell coming from the room. Inside the body of Ironson was found, nude and surrounded by a mixture of blood, flesh, viscera, and seminal fluids on the floor, walls, and ceiling. Ironson's hip region was completely obliterated, and clutched in their hand was a bottle of what would later be designated SCP-7146.
A Foundation operative embedded in Boston Police Dispatch intercepted the call-in reporting Ironson's death, and undercover agents were quickly sent to Ironson's apartment in order to amnesticize, clean up and collect information. After retrieval of the bottle, and a search of Ironson's browser history, preliminary files for SCP-7146 and theur seller (hereafter referred to as PoI-1205-40) were drafted, and STF Phi-40 was formed.
Bryant Ironson's death was officially reported as a suicide. Their partner has been subsequently sent a monthly recompensatory stimulus of $100,000 in exchange for their silence.
Addendum 7146-2 - List of SCP-7146 fatalities between 25-02-21 and 01-05-21:
I know that it might come across as callous, letting these deaths happen before we were finally able to track down PoI-1205-40. But traces can't always be instantaneous due to various extenuating factors. - Doctor Hope Bernes, Stationary Task Force Phi-40
Name | Date | Report | Notes |
---|---|---|---|
Susan Melenski | 03-03-21 | Victim, 27, was a model for the fetish site GrowthGrrls, specializing in manipulated "shopped" nude photographs with an expanded chest. Victim was found in her car a day after expiration, the windows obscured by viscera and remnants of silicon implants. An SCP-7146 bottle was discovered in the car's glove compartment. | Car was acquired by the Foundation. Victim's death was officially reported as suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning. |
Geoffrey "Big Geoff" Inclow | 27-03-21 | Victim, 30, ran the Twitter account "@BigAssGeoffInc", primarily focused on photographs that accentuated their buttocks. Victim was found in their home after their neighbors filed a scent complaint with the local police, face down against their beed with their gluteal region having exploded. SCP-7146 was found on their nightstand. | Neighbors and law enforcement officials were amnesticized. Victim's death was officially reported as an overdose of sleeping pills. |
Mariko Dunn | 30-04-21 | Victim, 23, was an ASMR11 roleplay livestreamer on the website Twitch, operating under the handle "BigKissyLips98". Victim's expiration was the first instance of SCP-7146's effects being witnessed live by Foundation operatives, as she was seen taking a tablet on stream in the midst of a session. Victim's lips expanded exponentially, with her breaking character and panicking when the growth did not cease. The victim's jaw was seen to explode in the midst of their attempt to shut off their stream. | Victim's death was witnessed by 4,000 viewers and "clipped" 43 times, before STF Phi-40 - in collaboration with the Department of Anomalous Broadcasting - was able to forcefully shut the stream down, administer Class-I amnestics, and scrub online records. Victim's death was officially reported as suicide via a gunshot to the jaw. |
Addendum 7146-4 - Discovery of PoI-1205-40: On 01-05-2021, the computer on which the advertising servers for SCP-7146 were run was discovered after three months of telemetric forensic work by Phi-40, in a pond in Forest Park, Missouri. The computer's contents themselves were unable to be recovered due to extensive water damage. However, the serial number on the its hard drive was still partially legible, allowing agents to track the purchase to a local computer repair shop, and after accessing the store's financial records, determined the identity of PoI-1205-40 to be one Zachariah Lang, age 37.
PoI-1205-40's place of residence was narrowed down to a suburb in West Alton, Illinois, and agents from Mobile Task Force Sigma-12 were dispatched in plainclothes to the location in order to apprehend and question them. However, when the agents breached the residence, PoI-1205-40 was discovered deceased in their bedroom, having bled out due to the effects of SCP-7146 on their pectoral region.
Time of death was narrowed down to less than an hour prior to Sigma-12's arrival.
Empty bottles of SCP-7146 were found scattered around their body, and a laptop on their desk was opened to an empty IRC chat, the contents of which have been reproduced below.
ZL4ng86: consider this my official resignation from atf
ZL4ng86: whatever good that does
ZL4ng86: fucking ollie and his fursuits
ZL4ng86: i thought i was numb to it all
ZL4ng86: the effects my pills would have on these suckers
Zl4ng86: "no fetishes are harmless" i was told over and over again until it was rooted in my mind
ZL4ng86: then i saw what happened to mariko
ZL4ng86: i was on the stream. i saw the raw panic on her face the terror in her voice
ZL4ng86: it broke me
ZL4ng86: i've taken a bunch of my leftover stock
ZL4ng86: and sent the rest of the profits to the dunn family's gofundme for the funeral
ZL4ng86: i know it won't make up for what i did
ZL4ng86: if there's an afterlife, i'm going to hell for my complicity
ZL4ng86: i made peace with that
ZL4ng86: but it gives me some peace of mind
ZL4ng86: w hile i wait for it to end
ZL4ng86: i can feel my bon escreaking. it's almost time.
ZL4ng86: if there is a hell
ZL4ng86: i hope all of you scammers and murderers are going down their with me
ZL4ng86: especially YOU oll|
第一幕
SnakAttak:就我刚去看了那部叫遗传厄运的片子
Dylan:咋样?
SnakAttak:吓死宝宝了ovo;;
SnakAttak:就是有点无聊
Thotticusprime: uwu托妮科莱特我老婆
<olliefox进入聊天室>
Thotticusprime:O L L I E
Thotticusprime: *啊呜咬你一口*
Dylan99:我们好想你啊owwie :3
SnakAttak:哟
SnakAttak:你几个星期没出现了
Dylan99:对啊你还好吗owo;;
olliefox:不。
Thotticusprime:OДO
Thotticusprime:不要啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊
SnakAttak::c
Dylan99: *mua一口你的小脸**
olliefox:停。
Thotticusprime:是咋么回事??!!
SnakAttak:泥想谈谈吗:3
olliefox:闭嘴。
olliefox:他妈给老子闭嘴。
olliefox:停。
olliefox:都给我闭嘴好好听着。
Thotticusprime:o_o;;
olliefox:老子他妈没说清楚吗JILLIAN
Thotticusprime: jillian谁啊?我thotticus :3
<Thotticus已被永久封禁- 原因: "滚。">
SnakAttak:我操啥
olliefox:这不对。
olliefox:我们做的都不对。
olliefox:这必须得停下来。我必须得停下来。
Dylan99:兄弟你现在听着跟以前的perry一样O.o
olliefox:你觉得我在怀疑ATF的目标吗?!
Dylan99:emmm
olliefox:我们的不对从来都指的不是“邪恶”。
olliefox:我们做得不正确。我们在每况愈下。
olliefox:虽然这花了好几周的独处和自我反思,但我终于看到了秘密,一条通向终极的超然物外的道路。
olliefox:但它一直都在我眼皮底下。
olliefox:而我,作为一个自命不凡却平庸普信的人,不去遵守它,反而成天都只是尿裤子和抱怨。
olliefox:这从来都不是正道。
olliefox:我们必须转向自身。
Dylan99:在此我引用一句名言:emmm
olliefox:复制这个:“KJGDnn##40UwuUU”
SnakAttak:OwO那是啥??
olliefox:我的密码。
olliefox:我现在要登出了。
olliefox:随便哪个登录的人,这坨狗屎双重化装舞会就已经成了你的问题了。
olliefox:几个小时之内,我就要变成我的兽装。我任性地否认过的、真实的兽装。
olliefox:再见。
<olliefox已离开聊天室>
第二幕
凌晨两点。匹兹堡东南部郊外的一座海绿色废弃办公楼。污水处理厂旁边,招牌少了最后一个“e”的Hardee's快餐店后面。
Sergei瞥了一眼招牌来确认——这里的确是他客户提到的与世隔绝之处。他一想到这个概念就不得不畏缩——“客户”一词让他想到专业精神、目标的明确性以及相互的理解。在Sergei作为职业杀手的生涯里,他的客户中没有一个缺乏了这些品质。
但这家伙不是什么“客户”。这是个疯子,一个会在暗网上逐字逐句地发布这种广告:“预付40万美元——我需要有人现在来活剥我的皮!!!”的疯子。
如果他一直很熟悉的布拉特瓦分部和他保持了联系的话,Sergei就会直接无视这条荒唐可笑的引导了。但这些天来,联系开始冷清了——难不成俄罗斯暴徒们刚刚掌握了一种致命的、新奇的技艺:和朋友断联?
此外,Sergei还有账单要付。四十万美元的确是四十万美元——更奇怪的是,这笔钱在会面之前就已经汇到他手里了,如期而至。
当谢尔盖挤过被撕裂的的铁丝网来到地下室时,他脑子里突然闪现出一丝紧要关头的灵光:他还没考虑过这件事是不是个圈套。不出半秒,他的警戒程度就骤然上升;在地下室尘土飞扬的寂静中,他油然而生了一丝不挂、毫无防备之感。
说到一丝不挂——
“正是时候”,他的受害者完全脱光了衣服、躺在一张旧桌子上说道。“Sergei,对吧?我很高兴您能来为我送行。”
Sergei畏缩了一下。 他的客户是一名骨瘦如柴、满头红发、显然没有经过清洗的先生,年龄不超过26岁。
他那长满粉刺的尖脸上没有一丝恐惧——只有平和的微笑。他的声音让人觉得从他嘴里下一句说出来的话会是“现在,一起祈祷吧”。他的体毛却让人不敢苟同。
四十万美元。Sergei叹了口气,打开了他装满刑具的帆布包。
“你就是Ollie,对吧?”Sergei说道。
微微点头。
“好。在我们开始之前,我有个问题:你他妈为啥要这么做?”
Ollie叹了口气。“没什么好说的,Sergei。你有你的使命,我也有我的——”
“不,这太傻逼了。我的标价上已经加上了‘你他妈为啥要这么做’这个问题。你给老子回答。”
Ollie双手合十,陷入沉思。“我该怎么向您这种人解释这个呢……?”
“说话,”Sergei说道,末尾带上了一句几乎察觉不到的“装逼的脑瘫玩意”。
“Sergei,您知道‘兽迷’是什么吗?”
Sergei朝他受害者的裆部扫了一眼,“很明显,你知道”。
“这个词代指的是寻求最终的开悟之路者”,Ollie说道。“只不过,他们都执着于外部上的模拟。这就像一个在沙漠里快死于中暑的人不仅不脱衬衫,还要穿上一件写着‘我不热’的毛衣,以为这除了使他们的问题恶化之外还有什么作用。您明白吗?”
“不。还有:给老子闭嘴。”
Ollie微笑着闭上了眼。 “您知道,Sergei,我在自己的假兽装上花了太多时间,以至于我忘了一件很重要的事:我的人装还——”
Sergei把氯仿抹布朝着Ollie脸上猛力一拍,几乎把它塞进了他的喉咙里。粗糙的麻醉不是计划的一部分,但那些尖叫声八成不会是什么田园诗篇。
他把手术刀从包里拿出来,亲吻了一下刀背来问候自己的这把“老朋友”……
特别舞台
……欢-欢迎来到ATF。T_T;;;
我们必须怀着沉重的心情宣布我们敬爱的首席执行官Oliver Fawkes,又名Olliefox,的逝世。
2019年11月2日,Ollie被发现在匹兹堡遭残忍杀害,享年26岁。凶手仍然逍遥法外;为了及时得知最新进展,我们建议您关注Twitter上的#JusticePwease标签。
在他缺席的情况下,我们就ATF的未来进行了长时间的讨论之后,决定组织在少了他之后就再也不一样了。(与此同时,我们仍在努力查明是谁盗用了ATF金库中的40万美元X_X;)
因此,在服务世界各地的兽迷社区长达五年后,加速未来将永久关上它的大门。
蟹蟹各位让过去五年成为史上最最最特别的五年^w^;;
~*向你挑逗地解散公司*~
Boss战斗
凌晨两点。阿勒格尼县法医办公室。
Celia从来不喜欢在停尸房里守夜,尤其是在一起恐怖的谋杀调查期间。这并不是因为她迷信——其一,她是个无神论者;其二,没有什么鬼魂能比她老地方泛滥的蟑螂更令人不安。
但是在401号抽屉里Oliver Fawkes的被肢解的、尸检后被标记火化的尸体,有更大的……气场。就算是路过它也让人觉得很压抑,好像她每次看到它,“有人被活剥了皮”的提醒就闯进了她的脑海。这让她汗毛倒竖——同时也觉得很幸运,至少自己身上还有地方长汗毛,不像Ollie一样。
她在401抽屉对面坐了一会儿,凝视着它陷入沉思。在新闻报道之前,她甚至都没听说过“兽迷”这群人,而且他们看起来还算是天真无邪。
说到看起来天真无邪——
“泥……泥嚎?”
Celia跳了起来。那个谄媚、哄骗的声音的来源确定无疑——401号里有什么东西是活的。
抽屉震动了起来。
“放我出去……球球不要火化……”
她的大脑尖叫着“不!停下!”的每个近义词,但好奇心驱使着她前进。她猛地拉开了抽屉——
……
耳廓狐。Vulpes zerda。犬科动物中最小的成员。一个完美成型的实例坐在那里,它的脸被大尾巴可爱地搂住。尽管她没想这么做,Celia仍然笑了——除了它的毛皮有部分被人血沾湿(以及这个物种不在宾夕法尼亚州土生土长)之外,这是个令人愉快的景象。
“嘿,你好,小家伙,”她说。“你是怎么进去的?”
狐狸从睡梦中跳了起来,微笑着说:“UwU,你害有皮?嘻嘻!别担心,我来棒你摆脱它!”
加速未来 故事
著作信息:
http://www.scpwiki.com/t-aint-no-sin
原作者:daveyoufool,译者:VoxTheDog
个人评价:亲手翻译一篇自己最爱的角色被虐杀的故事,真是令人神清气爽啊(
总体来说,这篇外围和3754之类的条目比起来已经算是比较有意思和创意的了,剧情在外围中显得非常新奇、语言也很幽默,各种风趣的描写虽然很难翻译但是翻出来的时候还是蛮有成就感的,我个人翻下来体验还算可以
虽然Ollie这个角色在文中的表现不是很符合原文,但把他描绘成一名“敢于献身的邪教徒”也算在是朝着一个截然不同的方向拓展;和绝大部分人会想到的、老套到极点的“邪恶资本家”相比,还是文中这样更加符合人物特点
译者的题外话:不凭别的,就凭Ollie天下第一,就算这篇的设定和我自己的私设冲突,我还是肯定要把它翻出来
现在是半夜十二点,我们就是那群被他们叫去抓一个异常兽迷的人。
人和怪物我都见过。有时候怪物甚至比人更像人。我们这次追捕的那家伙,他单单一个人就需要一整支特遣队来对付。这“一个人”甚至只是个十八九岁的小孩,更别提他做的事还没什么特别的。他让别人成为团体的一份子——是强迫别人。不出几个月,那些人就全都失控了,还住在堆满自己身上脏东西的圈子里对着任何会动的东西一顿乱叫。基金会不想自己的人变成这幅德行,就派了我们几个来对付。主要的是,我肯定至少有那么几个高层也住在脏圈子里,把给我们下达的命令一通乱叫叫出来。
我看向Blaine中士,他正在一扭一扭地穿上带有成管的硝酸铵的橙色紧身衣。他摸索到了拉链,把它拉到自己腰的位置。接着,他穿上一件防弹背心,随意地拨弄上面的束带来把自己整理好。
全身裹在紫配白色服装里的Merryweather中士向他走去。他的腋下夹着自己装有泡沫内衬、夜视装备、带风扇的空气过滤系统和耳麦的新头盔。It's the works; we've all got one of our own. Funny thing, seeing bulletproof gear inside of a fursuit.
“要我帮忙拿来你的尾巴吗?”
“那太好了,谢谢啊。”
Blaine arches his back, and Merryweather tugs on the end of a kidney belt through a hole in the back of his bodysuit. He swipes up Blaine's puffy, rustic-colored fox tail from the bench and slides the belt through the tail's loops. One pat of the kidney belt back through the hole, and Blaine is set and ready.
只要你待在基金会干够久的活就会习惯遇见怪事。看着我队友们那些缺乏生气、憋紫了的脸,你肯定会觉得他们已经是死人了。面对最坏的情况的总是我们特遣队。
他们会把你送进那些关着什么怪物的建筑里,而且通常都会有几个可怜人在一边看着你。你得把看着你的人一把抓住,然后用装满200毫升麻醉剂和记忆删除药物的混合物的针管捅他们,接下去你的队友会抓着那人的腿把他拖走,你只能看着他们的头撞上门框、他们的头发沾上之前自己试图关住那个怪物的时候流的血。会吓到你的真的不是怪物。
等到你回来,那些穿着笔挺白大褂的科学家就会把你拉进房间,问你一些走流程的问题。他们会用一句非常优越的感谢开始自己的假采访,就好像你在拯救世界,like how they phrased it in the interviews, like what you thought you were getting when they came to you and promised 100% monetary compensation and 0% physical safety. You come in doe-eyed and wet-nosed, like a puppy in the K-9 unit car, and then they give you your first assignment and it's gone. It's nothing special. Every job in this place, whether you're on the front lines or behind the comfort of a full inch of bulletproof glass, it sucks the life out of you. You just keep doing it because, hell, it's better than a desk job.
他们继续说下去,They keep going, and they ask you about the recovery. How many deceased? The one from last time, he pushed his wire-frame glasses up further on the bridge of his hooked bird nose, and he asked me the same question again. How many deceased?
Twelve, I say back. He looks down at his clipboard, and back up at me again. I can't tell if he can see how sunken my eyes are into my skull, like I'm less than a person; this mission has made me nothing. How many civilians?
Seven, I mutter. He scrawls down notes in that chicken scratch handwriting you can only read when you've got a PhD, like he's prescribing medicine. For all intents and purposes, he is.
你需要记忆删除吗?
不用,我这样就可以了。
这不是我想作出的答复,却是他们想听到的。他们库存的记忆删除药物全是给平民和精神出问题的科学家用的。你理应可以对付那些他们派你做的任务。就算这样,他们还是会每次都把它提供给你。如果你拿了它们,他们应该会把你之前十二、二十四或者三十六个小时之类的记忆洗掉。 我听说它们的效果有时候会反弹回来。或者,如果那些人看你不顺眼的话,他们就会给你比你要的更强效的药。You wake up a blank slate. A nothing in the worst way. The sound of it scares me worse than the nightmares.
我向下看,和自己兽装大而无神的双眼对视。它们被覆盖的涂料加上了一层光泽;如果我把手伸进脸颊里它们的下方的话,就会碰到一张由无数充满电力的导线织成的网。我已经穿着他剩下的部分了:带着蓝色和白色斑点的身体,重装战斗靴改成的马蹄,以及一双带着衬垫和负重以便肉搏的树脂爪子。
他的名字叫云尾。他们想要我们用那些跟我们产生了感情的角色。如果你去年告诉我说我在基金会 If you told me last year that the most freedom I'd have at the Foundation was what character I could have them make into a military-grade fursuit, I'd call you nuts. I'd say, Is it crack? Is that what you smoke? You smoke crack? And it's dumb to think it, but there's an odd relief you get when you can make a choice in a place like this, and not just what coffee to drink or what permanently-scarred guards to sit by during lunch.
The excuse they gave us was that it was proof of our "dedication", so to speak. That we were, you know, really furries. If we weren't, we'd shrivel up into a shrieking, spitting mess from whatever Walcott put on his website. It was borderline ridiculous, how serious they were about this, how much time and money went into this. The interview process was absurd.
能再说一遍你的兽设是什么吗? 面试官边翻着我的证件边问,就好像我只是申请了一份入门级别的做汉堡的工作。He'd sifted through my résume, eyeing all those reference sheets I'd blown so much of my Foundation-made money on. He'd held them up.
A unicorn, sir, I managed to squeak. I half expected him to stand up and laugh in my face, like this was all a big joke. Hah! he'd cackle, and every researcher and doctor would poke their prying faces into the doorway. Hahahah! They'd caw at me like birds, throwing their heads back and showing their shiny, white teeth, sharp and ready for the kill. I'd cower in my chair like a stuck rabbit, compacting my body into a tight little ball, as small as I could make myself.
But, that never happened. Thirty minutes came and went, and I was in and out of the office. I'd started down the hallway, and glanced back at the guys behind me. Some were sitting with their legs pressed together anxiously, others were as calm and collected as frozen pudding. There had to have been at least thirty two.
Yesterday, they'd finally tracked down Walcott. He was holed up in some cozy little house in Maine, blissfully ignorant to the Foundation peering in through his window like sick, spying ghouls. They caught him through his laptop, they'd said. Apparently, Mr. Walcott wasn't smart enough to burn his laptop in a bonfire when Mr. Perry started having seizures and called PETA, begging to be sent home to the North, where all of his polar bear friends and family lived. He whined about his precious snow, and how the polar ice caps were melting, and only stopped briefly to take a hefty bite out of his housecat. Of course, PETA called the cops, and the cops started turning into furries, and look now, Mr. Perry's in a containment chamber, almost due for his third psych eval to determine whether or not he remembers jack shit. Apparently, Ollie caused all of this. It was all the fox's fault.
They'd showed us a video of Ollie in his house after everything that happened. Through the leafy underbrush obscuring half of the camera lens, me and five other guys watched as he slid across his kitchen in mismatching socks. Twelve prying eyes stared as he twisted and turned, doing a silly three-step dance on the linoleum floor. He cracked open a box of Star Wars-shaped macaroni and cheese and twisted the dial up on a radio on the counter, blasting Electric Feel to seven sets of ears. It's strange, the way people act when they think no one's watching. When he turns to the window to see a chirping bluejay, he's got this grand smile on his face, like he lives in Wonderland. We watch as he scuttles across his kitchen to a high-up wooden cupboard and throws it open. Inside is a little jar styled after a honey pot from Winnie the Pooh, the word "HUNEY" proudly misspelled across its ceramic belly. Ollie bounces up on the tips of his toes to reach it — the kid must be 5'9", at best — and drags it to the edge of the cupboard with his finger tips. He wraps his palms around it ever so gently and sets it on the countertop, then digs his fingers in and scoops out a handful of birdseed. With a skip in his step, he canters up to the window and unhooks the latch above to push it open. The bluejay peeps and hops back, but Ollie stretches out an open palm, and the bird scoots closer. It hesitates, then dips its head down to examine the seeds. Ollie's looking at that bird with the most adoring eyes, and for a second, he almost seems normal. That nagging thought in the back of my mind gets crammed deep down, and I think, hey, maybe this kid's not so bad.
When the video cut to static, I had jolted up and earned myself a good staring from the lead researcher on this case. Oliver Walcott is a nineteen-year-old freelance artist from Maine, she'd stated. He should be considered armed and dangerous, as he has demonstrated a number of anomalous abilities that have led to the deaths of several dozen individuals so far. He will infect you without a second thought. He has not shown remorse for his actions. You, Mobile Task Force Y-42, are responsible for locating Walcott and detaining him. You will be provided with modified equipment to protect you from SCP-3312, his work. Preparations for the operation will begin at 2300 hours tomorrow.
Here I am, telling myself that this is normal, as a full MTF squad arrives to a property raid decked out in neon rainbows and cooling gear. I look to Sgt. Pollock, who's in a bog-standard gray wolf suit. Older guy, maybe in his late forties. His kid made his fursona. He nods to me, and I unholster the tranquilizer gun at my side. The muzzle on my suit puffs out hot, stale air. One by one, we traverse in unison to the front door. I look down at Sgt. Moira's tail in front of me as it wags like a pendulum. They're necessities, and they'll protect you, the Site Director had reassured us. I'd wanted to say, Really, is that how being a furry works? I kept my mouth shut.
Two of the guys ahead of me have a battering ram. The big, metal column heaves back and forth as they aim it between the double doors, itching to bash that paint-coated oak to splinters. Ready? Push! It swings and crashes in, sending woodchips flying as the door bends on its frame. The battering ram falls to our feet, and we rush into the house.
This house is an art pop nightmare; popcorn walls lined with Scotch taped-posters of The Lion King and carefully-hung commissioned works. From some distance away, I can hear the frightened pitter-patter of feet. A piece of flesh inside my cheek gives way, and I taste the filthy penny-tang of blood. I didn't know I was chewing on it.
I glance over my shoulder to see a yellow dragon, Sgt. Paisley, gazing at something in the living room. I turn to look, and I can see a giant stuffed fox toy slumped over on the couch. Its gargantuan, bowl-sized eyes gleam white light from our flashlights. They're unnervingly large, and they shine like sinewy, tar-colored oil. We keep our distance and move on through the hallway.
You never get used to raids. My hands are sweating though the fur of my paws, and I can feel the gun in my hands growing moist. I haven't got the steel nerves of every war hero you've ever seen. I'm a marvelous actor. A fraud. I passed every basic test, but every other week, I tell myself I was more cut out for an assistant researcher role. I'd take watching a ghost disembowling someone over confronting one face to face.
With a gun in my hands and five squad members by my side, everything in the real world is muffled, like someone turning the volume down on their TV. I am the law of the land, and even as I sweat and tremble, I can feel every drop of adrenaline surging through my arteries and pumping, ounce by ounce, into my hands, my spine, my brain. Maybe that's the rush Ollie gets from seeing his friends warp and gnarl into caricatures of themselves. They scream and groan, but he keeps on grinning, and maybe it isn't power. There is a chance he's so goddamn deluded that this is all just a game to him, and he's seeing how many people he can finger through like paper in a file cabinet before the authorities catch him. Or maybe, he doesn't know what he's doing is wrong. He could be in such serious need of social interaction that he'll take anything he can get, and when that first chance came for him to make real friends, well, he went above and beyond and created friends. The best of friends that only last for a year at most, a week at least. Followers and worshippers. I think back to the video and those big, awe-struck eyes.
Pollock stops at the door at the end of the hallway and hesitates. We can hear music playing, something with a quick beat and electronic buzzing.
"What are you waiting for?" Paisley barks. Pollock sucks in a quick breath through his teeth and kicks down the door.
The window is jammed halfway open and Oliver's gotten himself through the opening. He's a mess of orange hair and plaid pajamas among the saturated images stuck up on the walls, not a square inch left uncovered. The music has been hooked up to speakers from Oliver's laptop and blasts at full volume. I can see fursuit heads hanging from racks on the walls, their concave eyes following my every move. Hairs on the back of my neck prickle up. Thousands of beady eyes from little orange foxes stare down at me, the faces they're sitting in smiling huge and deceptive. I squirm in my skin.
Pollock starts to retch, and I whip around just in time to see him doubled over, but the vomit's got nowhere to go, and when he tilts his head back to breathe, I can picture his face slathered with bile. He collapses to the ground and begins to writhe, coughing and hocking up spit. One hand shoots out from under him and wraps around Merryweather's leg. He stumbles and trips, coming down on top of Moira.
"Pollock, what's wrong?" I yelp. My cry is met with a guttural, throat-scraping yell from Pollock as he claws his helmet off, tossing it aside and filling the room with the vile stench of stomach acid. There's blood smeared across his lips, and when he opens his mouth to scream, I can see it pooling in the back of his throat. He lashes out and yanks a fistful of Merryweather's neck fur, pulling his head clean off, and opens his mouth to take a chunk of flesh straight from his neck. Merryweather howls in agony, fighting to beat Pollock off of him. He fumbles for his gun, discarding his paws. Moira clambors away from them as Pollock climbs on top of Merryweather, locking his legs around him. I can see slivers of muscle dangling between his teeth.
What the hell is happening? My mind races as I pivot and turn to see Oliver dashing away from his house, stumbling over his own two feet in the cold shadow of night. I hear two rounds being fired behind me, and another yell, but it's not from Pollock. There's nothing I can do but climb through the window and take off on a mad sprint behind Walcott.
A thousand questions flock my brain like vultures to a carcass. What did he do? What is he doing? The wet grass crunches under my feet, and I slip and suddenly there's mud caking the fur on my chest.
All in an instant, it hits me. Pollock didn't make his fursona. His kid made it. It wasn't his, and he wasn't doing this for himself. It was for his kid. He was doing this for his kid!
Fuck it! I clamber to stand, my shoes knocking against my calves as I pull myself together. I reach up and dig my nails into the cheeks of my fursuit head, and with one violent toss, launch the head across the field. It nails Oliver straight in the back, and he stumbles. His fall gives me just enough time to raise my tranquilizer gun and fire. One. Two. Three. Four. Five bullet-sized syringes whiz by his head. Four bite like mosquitos in his spine and throat. For a second, he shudders. His feet slosh through the mud and after a minute, he drops like a corpse to the ground.
I wheeze. Behind me, I can no longer hear the yelling, the tossing, or the fighting. Before me, Walcott is taking in labored breaths. His eyes are glazed over, but when I kneel next to his head, they shoot up at me with the ferocity of a cornered animal. His pupils have expanded to gaping abysses devoid of life. His fingers twitch and curl. Saliva is dripping from his bottom lip into the slimy dirt, and I think to myself, this is the kid we were scared of. I can't help but feel a little bad for him, and I begin to pluck the darts one by one from his skin. There's already enough juice in his system for the whole week.
This kid is a poor excuse for a villain, what with his rosy cheeks and spindly limbs bearing no strength. Hot tears are dripping down his chin, sliding past his teeth and mixing below him, creating a little soggy pillow for his head. His bushy mess of orange hair, knotted from sleep, is matted with blood. He's whining a little. He probably hit his head when he fell. I bite my lip, rob him of what little dignity he has, and wipe the tears from his cheeks.
你搞砸了,我悄声告诉他,不是靠说的而是靠眼神。我皱起眉头,作为回应,他往地上咳出了一团黏液。我想他听懂了。
我知道Pollock已经被安排着要被处决了。Oliver会被关在地球某个地方深处与世隔绝的小洞里。我们的特遣队会接受调查,下周重新被派去执行一次任务。我呢?
我会一直拒绝那些记忆删除的。
特殊收容措施:所有在线应用商店,语言与地区不限,应被监控以防SCP-CN-XXXX的意外销售。一旦检测到有项目处于上架且可供下载的状态,基金会网络爬虫将立刻利用系统漏洞与网络攻击等方式将其从应用商店中移除,并检测是否有任何用户下载项目。对于任何下载项目的用户,如果可能,应对其定位并进行记忆消除。其用于下载项目的设备应被没收并安置于临近的站点以便进一步研究。
包括Site-CN-21在内的多个站点存有项目的备份,保存在未连接到任何电子设备且放置在高权限收容箱中的硬盘内。一定数量的基金会制AIC被允许运行项目以识别SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体的位置,并及时派遣特工对其进行援助。任何时间下,运行的项目备份数量不得高于当前活跃直播间数量的10%。目前最有效的援助方法为无效化所有项目可能用于摄影的设备,例如联系政府安保部门关停监控摄像头、拦截针孔摄像头的信号源、通过网络攻击关机智能家居等。
如AIC识别到任何直播间的观众数量高速上涨或发现任何SCP-CN-XXXX-2个体产生,其对应的SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体将立即获得最高等级的援助优先度。对应地区的机动特遣队,如MTF-Mu-4(“调试器”)以及MTF-庚午-16(“边界案例”)等,将被派遣以直接毁坏项目用于摄影的设备或阻挡其镜头,收容或处决SCP-CN-XXXX-2个体,并对目击者进行记忆消除。
描述:SCP-CN-XXXX是一个会自发出现于在线应用商店中的,大小为3.48GB的免费软件,名为“Everyday Hero”。项目没有标注任何出版商或版权信息,且可以通过某种未确定是否为异常的方式避开审核或拦截流程直接发行;任何尝试以常规管理方式删除该应用的尝试均以失败告终。
当SCP-CN-XXXX在连接可用网络的情况下被打开时,其用户界面上会显示一系列图片,其中绝大部分展示某一曾在社交媒体平台上受到大量争议的人类个体(下称SCP-XXXX-1)处于常见的生活场景中。其下方皆配有对应SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体的姓名,基础信息,目前位于的地址,以及对其受争议的原因(被项目本身称为“罪行”)的简短描述。用户可以向左滑动界面来查看更多内容,目前最高观测到的图片数量为696个,共计116页。图片以及文字皆包含超链接,被点击时会导致项目跳转到一个链接经过异常加密的直播间,其中内容为对应SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体在当时的日常生活。目前,有50.5%的直播来源于附近被异常手段劫持的录像和录音设备(如监控摄像、手机和电脑的摄像头、有语音识别功能的智能家居等),39.1%来源于不具有异常性质但来源未知的针孔摄像头12,10.2%来源于未知且无法识别的摄像设备13,而0.2%为SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体的第一人称视角。
在直播视频的底部有一输入框,用户可以在填写自己的昵称后通过填写内容的方式来发送评论。通常,这些评论会以字符串的形式从直播界面右侧滚动到左侧,类似于流行视频网站中的“弹幕”功能。在观众们发送评论的速度以及其中出现的负面关键词14密度达到目前还未准确计算的一定标准后,项目被视为进入活跃阶段,且会导致SCP-CN-XXXX-2个体被选定。
写作计划:
风格:事件记录+访谈记录向
长度:长篇(主体+大量事故记录+采访记录+遗书)
主体:Euclid/Ekhi/危险,一个手机APP,可以让用户手上不沾血地杀死被公众所憎恨的人物;主界面会显示一系列“受害者”们生活的直播视频,用户们可以进入直播间来投票选择ta会用什么方式被杀死,同时发弹幕以及评论来讨论
重点是,这个APP杀死受害者的方式是精神控制ta身边一个人,可能是素不相识的陌生人或者最亲密的家庭成员,下称“英雄”,来通过各种暴力的方式攻击ta致死,而且直播间里的用户可以发指令来决定“英雄”下一步该怎么做;受害者完全死亡一段时间后,精神控制结束,“英雄”恢复原本的良知,产生负罪感、开始极度的自我憎恨,但用户们通常都会把ta作为明星一样崇拜
情感:恐怖(杀死受害者的方式),同情(“英雄”被操纵后的悔恨),愤怒(用户们的恶意)
写作:会带有删减和留白地描述大部分事件记录,一是为了不显得不尊重,二是为了留下想象的空间;采访记录和遗书对应的事件会详细描述,通过“英雄”的自述、遗书以及受害者家人的反应来体现行为的严重程度,和用户们的地狱笑话、侮辱死者以及对“英雄”的赞誉产生对比,加强冲击力
在草稿区对5M7的回复:
1、我不是很熟悉中文网络,所以参考的比起像是黑红流量,更像是国外的Cancel culture。在内网,很多网暴的“受害者”的确像你所说一样是在给自己赚取人气,通过不伤害到自己的卖丑来愉悦大众,但是外网Cancel culture的目标大部分都是因为激起了众怒而被不惜一切代价赶出互联网的。这种情况下,网络暴民的确是会想要使用任何方法给自己的目标造成痛苦,所以个人感觉很适合这篇条目。
比如,我提到的Jellybean事件,是一个未成年的孩子在油管上发短视频得到了很多粉丝,结果遭到其他创作者和用户的嫉妒,所以他们就决定通过任何方法来攻击ta。一开始,有人挖出来ta很久以前开过的玩笑,然后歪曲成什么伤天害理的事,大肆传播想引起众怒,ta道歉了之后还有人不依不饶地声称这只是在敷衍了事;然后事态升温,有人ps出来ta发表种族歧视言论的截图,意图再次让ta被攻击;之后有人冲到ta视频下面用侮辱性言论刷屏,有人画了很多ta被强奸、虐待的同人图,甚至有人搞开盒,把ta的家庭住址什么全部发到了网上……
不过,看了一下你推荐的2089,虽然它的内核更像是黑红流量,但是表现形式上好像的确有外国网络暴力这种感觉了,很感谢你提供参考!
2、啊,这个也是我想了很久的问题呢。个人目前想写的是视频记录和观谬维基格式的评论二者穿插,前者用客观的语气记载施暴过程以及受害者的反应,后者夹杂在之间,节选一下观众们的反应以及对“英雄”发出的指示。当然,个人感觉“弹幕”和“评论”两点区分开来比较难,所以我目前想的是两者都用一种格式,但是视频之间的会很短、色彩更丰富来象征弹幕,视频之后则会再分别开一个附录存放一些更长、更传统的评论。
至于选择“英雄”的机制,个人感觉大段临床腔算不上什么问题,毕竟这是我最擅长写的风格。至于要不要用“大逃杀”的机制,个人感觉那么写的话不仅会非常吃文笔(个人真的不会写动作戏),而且会有两个非常重要的问题,一是不能节奏更慢、更细致地描写施暴过程中出现的细节,二是不能突出“英雄”和用户们之间情感的对比(这一点可以看一下我对第3个问题的解答)。再加上,个人认为用户们躲在屏幕后口嗨狂欢、让其他人为自己做事这一点对文章中心来说很重要,如果他们本人也参与进去了的话就显得没那么讽刺了。
3、个人很赞同你的看法,但是“杀了人以后无所谓”这种感觉我是准备让用户们表现出来的。我也提到,“英雄”的负罪感和恶心感强调了这种行为的令人恐惧,然而用户们只会在任务成功之后发各种地狱笑话、侮辱死者的评论之类,甚至还会把“英雄”摆上神坛,对于事态的严重程度漠不关心。
至于对“施暴之后悔恨”这一点,个人的思考是想要展现一下大家生活里常常见到甚至产生的想法如果付诸实践的话会有多大的伤害。个人感觉这部分有点类似CN-647里面“修正的惩罚”,把网上常见的口嗨转化成非常令人不适的画面和细节,从而导致让读者感到冲击的效果。
特殊收容措施:
描述:SCP-CN-XXXX为对一系列异常账号的统称,目前分别编为SCP-CN-XXXX-1至30,分布在各大以中文为主要语言的社交平台上。记录下的所有用户名的格式皆为“[网站名称]玉玉症病院[名字]医师”,其中的“名字”部分各不相同。所有追寻SCP-CN-XXXX登录地点的尝试皆以失败告终。目前无法确定项目是在被现实中的异常实体登录并使用,还是单纯作为异常现象在互联网上存在。
一个账号,在各大社交媒体上都很活跃,会到不同表达悲伤情绪的评论下“诊断”发者是否有抑郁症,有模因效应,超过90%的目击者都会觉得它做出的判断是正确的;然而,研究表明,它评判的标准只是目标有多少粉丝、多少钱、以及影响力多大而已, 人气越多它就越往严重了吹,人气越少它骂得越狠,意图在得到关注、赞和钱的同时让自己看起来像是一个专业的人
它会根据接收到的回复编辑自己的评论以及他人的回复,这有一种类似逆模因的效应,编辑之后所有人都会意识不到原来的评论存在过,用这种方法来让自己的评论符合回复区的评价
就是讽刺了一下网上隔着屏幕随意判断他人健康情况、利用抑郁症炒作赚钱、盲目跟着公众意见变卦的人,但我不想让它当一个完全的恶人角色,而是真心想要“支持患者,抨击造假博眼球者”但狂妄自大得过度了而已
可以在最后加一个访谈?它可以说“我相信那些有很多支持者的人,文案这么好,很容易可以看出他们得病是真的”、“我不是迎合大众,只是吸收了一下他们的意见,群众的眼睛是雪亮的”、“我很憎恨那些博眼球的人,他们让真正的抑郁症患者不敢表达自己,所以我要攻击他们”之类的话
作者注:实际上我想把项目设定成YouTube上那种搞r/GachaLifeCringe的ytb,然后直接用英文写并且发到主站
毕竟我几乎不用任何中文社交媒体,可能写不出想要的效果
再加上外国这种现象更严重,能讽刺的也更多
不知道哪种好一点
特殊收容措施:基金会网络爬虫将例行在互联网上查找域名或界面与SCP-CN-XXXX相似的网站。一旦发现SCP-CN-XXXX个体,基金会将派遣特工对其进行屏蔽,其域名应被记录于档案中以作研究用途。登录任何SCP-CN-XXXX网站需要经过至少1名三级人员批准,且进行访问时需至少1名安保人员陪同。同时,任何在公共网站上发表的有关SCP-CN-XXXX的信息将被强制移除,信息来源个体将被定位并记忆删除。
一旦发现任何人员被转变为SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体,基金会将立即派遣特工将其定位并拘留,并对所有相关人员进行记忆消除。生理变化能够通过进行手术恢复的SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体将在多余器官被移除、并接受采访后被送回原住址,原本遭记忆消除的人员将被植入掩盖记忆。无法复原或在生物学上具有研究价值的SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体将被收容于站点内的人型异常收容室中。
描述:SCP-CN-XXXX为对一系列网站的统称。其数量被观察到呈增加趋势,推测为某个体或组织不断进行注册的缘故。其域名皆遵循www.[2至8个词汇与1至25个数字的拼接].███的规律,其中出现的词汇大多具有与“友情”或“爱情”相关的含义,出现的数字目前未发现明显特征。目前,大量域名长度已经超过了规定的63个字符,推测为项目的异常效应之一。通过输入域名等正常方式访问皆被证明失败。
SCP-CN-XXXX将不断对满足下列条件的个体(下称“对象”)发送超链接:
- 广义上“朋友”15数量小于3名
- 自尊心及自我评价低于平均水平
- 每日平均与他人进行主动交流的次数小于10次
- 对于建立人际关系具有强烈愿望
超链接可能以弹窗的形式出现,或在对象使用互联网浏览与“人际关系”有关的内容时出现在页面中。点击此超链接推测为访问SCP-CN-XXXX网站的唯一方法。第一种情况下,弹窗中将包含一系列对SCP-CN-XXXX的介绍,其内容皆在于说明其可以给予使用者的“特殊性”;第二种情况下,超链接旁将显现对象的姓名与住址,推测用途为吸引对象的注意力。上述所有内容皆通过对象的母语写就。有关SCP-CN-XXXX如何获得对象身份的信息正在调查中。
SCP-CN-XXXX的页面上具有三个输入框与一个标记为“提交”的按钮。输入框的窗口标题将其分别标记为“你在意的人”16、“你的经历”、以及“你的愿望”。如在输入框内皆填写有大于50字的中文字符(或大于40词的英语单词)的情况下点击按钮,将会出现一提示弹窗,其表明“信息已成功提交”并指示对象“去隐蔽的地方筹备惊喜”;在要求未完成的情况下,点击按钮时弹窗的内容将会变为提醒对象“提供更多信息”。网页在信息未被提交的情况下被关闭后,对象将不会再次通过上述方法接收到超链接,但其在使用搜索引擎查询有关SCP-CN-XXXX的信息时,超链接将再次出现,其旁将显示文本“回心转意了吗?”。
一旦成功提交信息的对象进入一封闭空间、且外界无法对其进行观察时,其将失去意识,所有通往其所处空间的门径或观察通道将无法通过外力开启,空间内的摄像设备也将同时失去作用。在█分钟至█小时后,上述所有影响消失,且对象身体上将出现一至多个多余器官。此时,对象将被编号为SCP-CN-XXXX-1。在大部分(约为75%)的情况下,上述新增器官将表现出少量逆模因效应,导致一般观测者在未对SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体作出大量注意的情况下将忽视其生理变化。
此后,SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体将立即意识到新增器官的存在(如其无法直接可见),对其出现表现出强烈喜悦17,并将尝试使用其“取悦他人”。对于此种行为,已确定新增的器官种类按照SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体在SCP-CN-XXXX网站填写的内容直接相关,符合与“你在意的人”一栏内填写的人物的兴趣或性格或“你的愿望”一栏内填写的事件。目前观察到的所有SCP-CN-XXXX-1在出现新增器官后的最先做出的行为也与其在“你的愿望”一栏内填写的内容相近,尚未确认其是否为异常效应之一。
值得注意的是,当SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体再次访问SCP-CN-XXXX网站时,在原本的“提交”按钮下方,其将出现额外的一个标记为“用户评论”的文本框与“提交”按钮。无论文本框内的字数,点击按钮会导致一提示弹窗出现,其将感谢SCP-CN-XXXX-1个体的反馈并根据文本框内的内容作出回应。目前尚未确定这些回应是否来源于SCP-CN-XXXX的创作者。
此为一系列对SCP-CN-XXXX访问者输入内容以及转变情况的摘录。无关内容已删去。
个体编号:SCP-CN-XXXX-1:1█
个体转变前信息:未查明。个体在使用网站后失踪。
个体于“你在意的人”输入框中填写的内容摘录:就直说吧,反正我也不会写那些什么很文艺的情书。我特别喜欢她,她是唯一愿意跟我当朋友的,但是如果我们是美女与野兽的话,估计我才是那个美女。你们真的都没见过她多喜欢看恐怖的东西,而且没见过她喜欢看的东西多恐怖。
个体于“你的经历”输入框中填写的内容摘录:我第一次跟她说话的时候讲了个鬼故事,结果好像无意挖掘出了她的特殊爱好,她就一发不可收拾了。就,基本每次我跟她说话的时候,她表情都特别阴森,而且她喜欢时不时地提一些恐怖的内容。我们俩经常会微信聊天,她就一直给我推鬼故事,我一个大男生看了都会差点睡不着觉的那种。我还不敢说自己怕,不然她肯定会觉得我是个娘炮。她还特别喜欢血腥,解剖兔子的时候我就听见她在那笑,笑得很恐怖、跟哭似的,搞得我连头都不敢抬。
个体于“你的愿望”输入框中填写的内容摘录:能找个她欣赏的方式表白。我感觉什么鬼故事里面加“我喜欢你”或者恐怖童谣藏头诗之类的她都司空见惯了,如果能来一种真的会吓到她的方式最好,让她对我刮目相看一下。
个体于“用户评论”输入框中填写的内容摘录:知道了。我会保护好她的。收入应该也不成问题吧,就是不知道那些人对能“流血泪”的怪人还感不感兴趣。
SCP-CN-XXXX的回应:感谢您的使用!我们只能说:您很幸运!如果您获得的不是泪囊里的导管而是别的什么容易发现的特征的话,您和她的浪漫之旅就是难上加难了!祝有情人终成眷属!
个体编号:SCP-CN-XXXX-1:1█
个体转变前信息:未查明。个体在使用网站后失踪。
个体于“你在意的人”输入框中填写的内容摘录:我喜欢的那个男生,我根本不知道他在想什么!我本来是看他也没有朋友,就想让我们两个人一起相依为命的!他天天都喜欢讲恐怖故事吓我……但我还是不想离开他,毕竟他是几个没打过我的人之一……等我之后把情况说出来你们就知道了!
个体于“你的经历”输入框中填写的内容摘录:我们第一次见面的时候,他看我不怎么高兴,最先做的事就是讲鬼故事,而且之后每天都讲!我真的得熬夜翻恐怖小说才能找到和他聊天的话题!而且那些害得我没法关灯睡觉的故事他一点都不怕……还有呢!上次解剖兔子,他一直盯着它的内脏看,头都不转一下,我快吓哭了他好像也没注意到!
个体于“你的愿望”输入框中填写的内容摘录:我想用某种方法明确我的态度。我想让他一看就能知道我不太喜欢他的那些黑暗内容。我知道他可能不喜欢那些比较俗套的、小学课文里都用烂的“光明事物”,但是我想让他找到一个理由接受……如果可以的话,我想让自己变成他转变的动力!非常感谢!
个体于“用户评论”输入框中填写的内容摘录:啊……虽然没预料到,但是在空中周游全国、看看虚幻世界之外的别有洞天可能也不错,就是我们可能得时不时躲躲警察之类的了。
SCP-CN-XXXX的回应:感谢您的使用!对于您的翅膀直接连在脊柱上导致它无法隐藏这件事,我们还是深表歉意!不过,看到您能够这么迅速地学会控制它、甚至掌握了滑翔的方法,我们非常高兴!祝有情人终成眷属!
可能会有用的代码
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长内容 4 | 内容 5 | |
内容 6 | 长内容 7 | |
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靠右
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VoxTheDog
VoxTheDog
受访者:[被采访的人、人们或SCP]
采访者:[采访者,可以用█黑条挡掉]
前言:[描述访谈的小段落]
<记录开始,[时间资讯(可选)]>
采访者:[对话]
人员:[对话]
[按需求重复]
<记录结束,[时间资讯(可选)]>
结语:[小总结以及讲述之后发生什么事的段落]
透明
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本人在基金会里的目标,通常是越往下越难
普通
- 和另一位写手参加一次合著
- 拥有一篇原创故事
- 学会翻译并发表一篇译作(已完成,5926)
- 拥有人事页(已完成)
- 成为业余新人指导师(已完成)
- 参加一次竞赛(已完成)
- 让自己的人设足够立体
- 让自己的兽设足够立体(已完成,CN-3312中的Dr. Skinner)
- 拥有一篇>50分的原创作品(已完成,CN-1435)
- 拥有5篇原创作品(已完成)
- 有人帮我本人/我的项目画艺作(已完成,感谢艺兮qwq)
- 有人写一篇有我本人/我的项目出场的故事
- 全基金会出现第二个Ollie厨
- 注册主站账号(预计明年3月22号之后一星期内完成)
稀有
- 有人在精品推荐帖推我的作品(已完成,CN-1435,感谢Bruce对我的项目的肯定qwq)
- 拥有5篇翻译
- 拥有15篇原创作品
- 在一次竞赛中位置位于前20%(已完成)
- 大家都眼熟我(不知道有没有完成……?)
- 沙盒在纯干货的情况下编辑数达到1000
- 写一篇SCP解密(已完成,解密:SCP-3312)
- 写一篇包含大量专业知识的作品,首选是生物学
- 成为专业新人指导师
- 有人画Ollie的同人图(已完成,感谢艺兮qwq)
- 直接在主站投稿一篇>50分的英文原创作品
- 有人写有关ATF的故事,并且其中ATF不为反派
- 有人画有我、我的项目或者Ollie出镜的手书
光明正大地喊“Ollie我老婆,不服拔down”
史诗
- 成为有发言权的新人指导师
- 写一篇包括大量高级代码的文
- 写一篇《逆转裁判》的crossover
- 获得5Karma
- 拥有30篇原创作品
- 拥有25篇翻译
- 为Hinkik - Time Leaper,Lchavasse - Lunar Abyss,以及Cacola - Lit Fuse三首歌各写一篇成功的、符合音乐的文
- 拥有一篇>100分的原创作品
- 将解密:SCP-3312翻译为英文投稿到Reddit上的r/SCPDeclassified,并且观点得到广泛接受(已完成)
- 《Vox发牢骚》可以每天一更
- 在一次竞赛中获得前3名
- 练好文笔之后回到脑叶公司圈成为文手,复兴员工厨阵营,员工-真是-太棒啦!
- 参加CN-3000竞赛,拿到CN-3312的编号(已完成)
传说
- 原创作品被推选为精品
- 拥有一篇>200分的原创作品
- 拥有60篇原创作品
- 拥有100篇翻译
- 拥有至少20篇被翻译到其他语言的作品
- 把我丢弃过的数十个点子和数十篇草稿全部重写回收
- 赢得一次竞赛
- 写10篇指导文章
- 发表一篇001提案
- 通过写文让ATF变成人尽皆知的GOI(大概通过3312的解密完成了10%……?)
有人写我和Ollie的小甜文,小█文也可以(
最终目标:
3. 参加一次《文语谈》
2. 赢得一次整千竞赛
1. 成为版主或管理员 永远待在这里,永远为这个社区做出贡献。永远继续爱着Ollie。当然能当版主的话更好(
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一些关于(我个人的世界观下)Site-990(Site-CN-990?)成员们的小设定
大家看个乐就好,如果觉得我这种痴汉很恶心的话最好不要用这些东西来折磨自己了。
前ATF成员部分:
Ollie:
真名是Olivia Small-Rogers(奥莉薇娅·斯默-罗杰斯),父姓Rogers,母姓Small。姓的前半部分致敬了John Steinbeck的《人鼠之间》中人物Lennie Small。18选用了他的名字也是因为Ollie最核心的特征——幼稚到无法控制自己的能力——是对他的致敬。
是美国缅因州人(Mobile Task Furries中有写到)。住址是波特兰(和俄勒冈的波特兰,WWF总部的位置,同名)。
有高功能孤独症/阿斯伯格综合症。这是她很多性格特征的起源。
生日是2006/08/11,日期来自3312的效果第一次出现的时间。
关于性格在我的解密:SCP-3312里有写到,不过写得细一点就是:
- 天真到有些幼稚,不仅很容易相信他人,还经常不会阅读话中的弦外之音,导致人际关系很差
- 对很多事物也是一知半解,比如政治、法律之类
- 甚至完全不了解自己的异常性质,单纯只是认为自己终于得到大家的认可了
- 对很多事物也是一知半解,比如政治、法律之类
- 很孤独,因此非常害怕被人排斥,因此会尽心尽力地尝试取悦他人、融入组织,就算被嘲笑、攻击也是如此
- 看到别人骂自己会很难受但不会生气,看到整个furry群体被骂则会把自认为很好的furry网站推给骂人者,希望改变他们的刻板印象
- 线上非常开朗活泼,线下极度社恐害羞,不过穿兽装的时候会好很多
- 很乐观,喜欢以自己最好的期望来揣测别人
- 这常常会导致她对于身边的祸根视而不见
- 喜欢关心人,但不是很会照顾别人,也掌握不好方法
- Affective empathy很强,Cognitive empathy比较弱。也就是,虽然经常理解不了别人的想法,她可以体会到和他们一样的情感。
- 压力过大的时候可能会逃避问题,在忽视它们的同时不断告诉自己问题已经解决了
- 有些Toxic positivity的感觉,就像不断对着镜子复读“Everything is going to be okay”一样
- 有道德感,但不擅长判断对错,如果没有他人监督的话行为模式会非常混乱
- 天天抱着自己的4599,但是在意识到他是绑架受害者之后惊恐得直接退了群
- 心底里黑暗的想法很多,不过还是以一种几乎天真的热情遵纪守法,很敬重执法人员
- 原文里,她曾经想过让税务局(IRS)的员工穿上兽装,因为她认为这样大家就不会害怕交税了
- 自尊心不断在高低之间波动,有时候会非常自信,但更多的是自卑和自责,严重时甚至会自残
- 知道了3312的真实效应之后自我憎恨更加严重
- 潜意识里有野蛮和暴力的一面,但出现有关的想法时会非常不安、愧疚
总的来说,就是一个天真烂漫但压力过大的小朋友。
能力属于非灵性施法,就是通过自己的“灵魂”而非EVE粒子来对于现实产生作用。具体一点的话,是可以“克隆”自己灵魂的某一个部分,然后把它们传给身边的人或者电子设备(比如她用来画画的电脑/3508之类),导致他们行为/认知的某一个方面变为自己的复制体。当然,灵魂碎片被扭曲化/放大化的现象也时有发生。灵魂本来就很相像的话,碎片就会直接被同化,不会造成影响(解释了为什么其他furry不会感染3312)。这个能力是自动的,她每一次和别人互动都可能触发,并且不可控。
她本人外貌是1.60米、体重比较轻、没有什么肌肉的小女生(就是Mobile Task Furries中的形象改了个性别),橙色头发、绿色眼睛;兽设外貌是赤狐,也是橙色毛发、绿色眼睛。
制造了3508,并且通过异常能力将自己的个性给了它们。她本来只是想设计智能玩具的,但没想到由于自己个性中“不想长大”的想法过于而强烈酿成了条目中写到的大祸。
戴圆框眼镜。
喜欢穿oversized hoodie。
喜欢下雨天。
收集贴纸。
是很不错的咖啡师。
不是执着的素食主义者,但是比起肉更喜欢甜食。
ENFP。
r/furry_irl的常客。
1. “非灵性施法”在基金会世界观下还有什么例子吗?有没有什么压制方法,比如148心灵遮断合金?
这个设定其实不是我的原创。“非灵性施法”一词原本来自Justin特工的讲座,里面提到了一些例子。当然,我个人的想法并不和文章中提到的完全一样,再加上个人阅读量很少,目前还没有读到过相似的内容……
压制方法我个人也没有设定……
抱歉qwq
2. 其中的“灵魂”是类似于潜意识,一种original的性格底板,还是说就是具有同时性的心灵?(按照症状源自Ollie理论,3312的阶段性症状更像是非同时,但是持续更新的延续性性格或行为模式)
Justin的原文是:
精神负责把从“肉体”收集来的经验转化为记忆并储存。灵魂则是读取精神中的记忆并整合成为“人格”。
所以我个人认为算是个人经历、性格等等集合之后的产物。
至于“症状源自Ollie”一点,原文提到3312的阶段性症状如何进展甚至是否进展都是因人而异的:
阶段推进的具体时间因人而异,某一阶段可能无限期持续。
因此我个人把这一点设定为:3312的作用原理并不是随着Ollie本人的阶段来“更新”,而是相当于灵魂碎片和受感染者灵魂的“结合”。
- 如果受感染者和Ollie非常相像,碎片会被感染者自己的灵魂“同化”,不会产生任何负面影响,表现为已经是furry的人不会感染3312。
- 如果受感染者接受Ollie的灵魂碎片,两者就会正常地“融合”,受感染者的性格会变得和Ollie靠近,表现为阶段1至3。
- 如果受感染者在“融合”的过程中排斥Ollie的灵魂碎片,可能会导致灵魂碎片“占据”受感染者的灵魂。不仅仅是性格,一些不兼容的东西也会被同化,表现为阶段4往上。例如感染者会把自己认知为小孩和/或动物,这是因为Ollie本人是未成年以及CN-3312-1个体。
- 如果“排斥”到达了一定程度,甚至可能产生灵魂碎片扭曲化/放大化的现象,表现为Mike的症状。由于他在看见3312爆发之后很憎恨Ollie,他的灵魂和Ollie的灵魂碎片产生了非常激烈的排异反应,导致最后他不仅被极度扭曲了,还保留了自己原本的一部分认知,看着自己变成最憎恨的模样却无能为力。
3. “灵魂碎片”有没有独立性?是归属于本体灵魂还是会出现“多个我”的情况?(像那种哲学问题)如果主体没有了,碎片会保留吗?可以被认为仍然和主体等价吗?拿你设定下的3312来说,被感染者自己的灵魂去哪了?
Justin的原文是:
如同量子纠缠一般,当他的“迷你灵魂”作出改变时,你的灵魂也会被改变,甚至波及至精神和肉体。这么做的原理不明。但研究者们的猜测是,世界为了保持其“一致性”,当一个灵魂被改变时,迫使与其完全相同的灵魂作出相同的改变。
因此我个人把“灵魂碎片”认为是本体灵魂的延伸而非单独的个体。就像上面说的,这里的灵魂并非精神本身,而是精神经历、记忆、和性格的结合,因此脱离本体无法作为生物体存在。
至于被感染者自己的灵魂,像上面说的一样,是和灵魂碎片融合了。
Dylan:
真名是Dylan Harlow(迪伦·哈洛)。
CCO/CDO。(Chief Creative Officer/Chief Design Officer,首席创意官/设计师)
是美国俄卡拉荷马州人(由于两人是老相识,所以设定上他的位置和Michael一样)。住址是马斯科吉(原文是8个字母,Muskogee符合,而且这里犯罪率很高,比较适合Dylan的风格)。
生日是1999/08/30,年份来源于他的ID(Dylan99),日期来源于4599成品第一次被制造出来的时间。
- 老色批+带恶人,为了利润可以践踏一切法律,但是日常的性格很agreeable、比较wholesome,完全看不出来的那种类型。
- 经常维护Ollie不受别人欺负,但并不是真心喜欢她,而是要防止她难过之下退群。
- 其实更准确地说两者都有。虽然他是带恶人,但是在不影响利益的情况下也是有同情心的。
- 没死。9/23那天意识到Ollie的异常性质失控之后直接丢下组织跑了。
兽设是棕色+白色的小熊猫。
Mike:
真名是Michael Watson-Perry(迈克尔·华生-佩利)。姓Perry是一设,前面连接的Watson是我自己加的。父姓Watson,母姓Perry。平常用的名字是Mike。
CEO。
和Dylan一样是俄克拉荷马州马斯科吉人。理由如上。
- 有些暴躁、不负责任、还喜欢霸凌,但可以算作是刀子嘴豆腐心,心底里非常关心身边的人。
- 闲着没事就欺负Ollie玩,一旦出事就怪她以及Dylan,但是此生最大的梦想就是让自己的四个同事都能过上幸福的生活。
- 重情义。因为和Dylan是朋友而包庇了他的所有罪行,尤其是4599。
- 当然,如果Mike当初看设计图的时候细心一点并且指出了问题的话,估计4599一开始就不会被造出来。
- 贪财,但是和Dylan相比很有底线。
- 最主要的原因是从小家里就贫困,因此立志要帮助在乎的人摆脱这种困境。
- 组织领导。是唯一一个在必要的时候可以保持成熟和冷静的人。
- 但是在不必要的时候很喜欢摆烂,经常对工作敷衍了事。
- 有一个弟弟,Albert。在CN-3312里面我写了他们的关系。
兽设是北极熊。
Terrence/ThotticusPrime:
真名是Terrence Bandura(特伦斯·班杜拉)。
PR(公关)。负责处理对外名声以及,更重要的,保证产品不会产生负面影响。
- 典型的people watcher,喜欢观察身边的人和事件来了解他们。
- 因此被选为公关,毕竟他很擅长记录并且分析顾客们的反馈。
- 客观,理性,善于分析,几乎不会在言行中表达出强烈的情感。
- 道德感仅次于Stephanie。坚定地认为公司不能从不健康的行为上获利,以免催生更多这种行为。
- 也因此很少霸凌Ollie,很反对利用她的能力来获利,但碍于Mike的影响没有公开反对。
- 说到底可能是整个ATF最无公害的人。
- 成员里面唯一的(线上)社恐。因此虽然是公关,很少和顾客一对一聊天,就算聊了也会很紧张。
- 不自信。很害怕自己的言行造成不利的影响。
- 因此说话很小心。(例子“Ollie,你知道他做了什么吧?” vs Steph的“别帮他说话,Ollie”)
- 不自信。很害怕自己的言行造成不利的影响。
- 受到3312的影响很小,很大程度上维持了正常生活。
兽设是猫头鹰。
INTP。
在自学心理学。
喜欢记笔记。
笑点很高。
经常躲在被子里上网。
Stephanie/SnakAttak:
真名是Stephanie Kohlberg(史蒂芬妮·科尔伯格)。平常用的名字是Steph。是女生。
- 很坦率直爽,说话做事很少拐弯抹角,讲究诚实。
- 因此经常会表现得无礼或者无意间冒犯到别人,不过绝大多数时间都不是她的本意。
- 正义感和道德感很强。
- 很关心弱者和受害者。倡导平权。
- 虽然看着不像,但经常是全组织最善良的人。在组织抛弃4599之前经常照顾ta们。
- 一直没有原谅Dylan对4599们做过的事。
- 不过有时候会脑子一热冲动行事。所以她只能算全组织第二无公害的人员,Terrence是第一。
- 很有幽默感。喜欢讽刺她觉得不合理的事情,用它们开玩笑。
- 为了强调自己“保护者”的身份经常故意把自己包装得暴躁、粗俗,认为这样可以看起来强大一些。
- 受到3312的影响比Terrence大一点。
兽设是长尾鲨(Thresher Shark)。
非ATF成员部分:
Ryan:
是我。
Alyssa:
真名是Alyssa Romero-Aschley。通常被叫做Aschley博士。关系近的兽叫她“猫姐”。
主要负责对于CN-3312的心理学研究以及心理治疗工作。
能力是通过爪击发出冲击波。似乎是个和她的职业/性格不太配的能力。
- 平常非常温柔耐心,但是心底里有很多被压抑的不耐烦和怨恨。
- 由于一直低声下气接待一些不太正常的病人,有时候会幻想当一名前线特工,去和突破收容的3312-1痛痛快快打架。
- 喜欢讲故事。有时候会严重地Overshare或者说得没完没了。
- 写论文的时候喜欢穿插各种书籍和Anecdotes。
- 和其它研究员待在一起的时候会讲自己心理治疗工作遇到的事情。(Overshare的时候好像有点不在乎保密的样子?)
- 读到好段好句的时候会配着aesthetic photos发在推上。
- 有些时候甚至会自言自语地给自己讲故事/排练故事。
- 对待在乎的人有些overprotective,因此虽然很年轻,但是还是被称作“姐”。
是一只紫色的猫。不是纯色,头上和身体上有一些暗色的条纹。做心理咨询和治疗的时候,通常穿一件奶油色的毛衫和暗色长裤。
Talbot:
真名是Talbot Schwann。关系近的兽叫他“老鼠”。
主要负责和Beta菌群有关的研究。
能力是进行克隆,无论是其它个体还是自己都可以,所以自愿为每个站点提供了很大量的D级人员。
Travis:
真名是Travis Echols。
基金会时间异常部博士。
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代表了我心里最深层次的恐惧之一,也就是[数据删除]。
“ChezTheGuez”:
真名是Chester Rodriguez。被昵称为Chez。
人渣。人渣中的人渣。而且他对于这一点非常自豪。
能力强到可怕的奇术师。制造了“Everyday Hero”以及“Strike Down The False”两个专门用来cyberbully别人的网络异常,而且可能还有其他很多很多类似的项目。
看起来好像很有正义感,但实际上只是想赚钱以及满足自己的恶趣味罢了。
很擅长读空气,在别人面前会假装自己杀人都是为了“惩罚”他们,而且专门挑着对方的价值来。
比如杀了同一个人,他对一个极左观众就会说“啊这个人假装自己是个LGBT支持者但从来不捐款,完全就是pandering”,对一个极右观众就会说“啊这个人在用各种垃圾思想污染我们的社会”,对不是特别左特别右的观众就会说“啊我听说他是个恋童癖”
似乎没有什么特别的背景故事。就是单纯很坏而已。
金发。墨镜。大银链子。
一些留给自己的东西。单纯为了满足一下个人的小私心而写的。估计这辈子都不会正式出版到wiki上。
1.
"I am going to kill myself.
Of course, I can rant about how my actions have done nothing but harm and how living is painful for me. But it's not a problem of whether I want to die or whether I deserve to die. It's whether I'm destined to die.
I know this might be confusing, but please hear me out. For starters, she's like a CD and I'm her CD player. That sounds awfully cheesy and all, but it's the best thing I can come up with. The only person who understands her is me, and my only purpose in life is her.
Think about it. I joined the foundation because I got nowhere to go. They knocked my mom out and deleted her memory. Actually, no, scratch that, the real problem's that I am a goddamn dog-man hubrid now. Ain't nobody will want a dog-man hybrid in their high school. The real world is off-limits to me, and naturally, all my life revolved around her.
A degree in neuroscience to figure out how her brain drives people mad. A degree in special ed to find a way into her heart. Even hundreds of hours researching non-EVE thaumaturgy. Literally magic using your soul. Necromancer shit. Nobody has ever touched that stuff with a 10-foot pole, that's how obscure it is. All of that just to know what has been haunting her all these years.
Everything I did, everything I am, all tailored to fit her. Now that she's gone, my research can't go anywhere. Before she died she told me not to kill myself. She said that I was a great scientist who can save more lives than I imagined. She's always like that, putting too much trust in everyone. My works are not applicable science, just a case study at best. Where else in the world is there a 16-years old, half-fox, autistic, non-EVE magic-user who has relations to ancient Kitsune worshipping and who is too damn pure to know what's going on? When she died my studies died with her. And I'm worthless without my studies. Simple as that.
Remember the CD player part? When CDs are gone and forgotten, you don't carefully pick apart the player and give it new parts and reprogram it to make it useful. You just smash it, shatter it, take the scrap and sell it, and buy a phone with the money you got. It just makes sense. Like that, when I'm no longer useful, don't waste therapy on me. It won't work.
I hope you understand where I'm coming from. I'm destined to die. I may be a saint and I may fear kicking the bucket to hell and back, it doesn't matter. Besides, I'm nothing of the sort anyway. There's no benefit to me living. Again, I hope you all understand.
Well, this might be it. So let's just make it quick. I am Ryan Vincent Skinner, and this is my last goodbye."