“Site 19…it seems like an eternity ago.
It housed some of the best and brightest minds in the world. We tested containment procedures, equipment, and training methods used at the countless other sites across the world. We were the most advanced, the most secure, and the most prestigious Foundation asset in existence. Compared to us, the UIU’s Groom Lake looked like a joke.
And then something happened.
You must understand, this happened after I was transferred out, but I heard…rumblings. Rumors of what really happened there, of why they shut down the site. Strange talks of vicious, half-trapped souls, still clinging to their bodies. Of vile, twisted creatures hell-bent on destroying anyone unlucky enough to face them.
They sent teams in to contain them once more, or at least activate the failsafes. None succeeded. There is talk that there is another team being prepped for another trip into that cursed site. I hope it’s not true. They don’t deserve the death sentence.”
- Col. █. Hughes, (ret.), MTF-███, stationed at Site 19 19██-19██
Second attempt at making an SCP-themed movie poster. This time it’s about the infamous Site 19. Enjoy.
- Dr. Kens
So I do graphic design, and am Senior Staff over at the SCP wiki, so I figured it was high-time to combine the two.
This is an ongoing project. I’m going to try and make these minimalist posters for as many SCPs as I can.
SCP-1548: The Hateful Star
SCP-1548 is an optical pulsar in the Crab Nebula. Radio observations reveal that the star is accelerating towards the Solar System, and that it is pulsing in Morse Code. The first fully transcribed SCP-1548 message, translated from Russian and broadcast in three bursts, reads as follows: “I wake/I see all/And find it lacking”. SCP-1548 is currently moving at a rate of approximately 0.85c (2.55x108m/s). In its messages, SCP-1548 has displayed extreme hostility as well as knowledge which it should not have access to, e.g. “the coordinates of all SCP secure facilities.”
SCP-1981: Ronald Reagan Cut Up While Talking
SCP-1981 is a standard Betamax tape. “RONALD REGAN CUT UP WHILE TALKING)”(sic) has been handwritten on the adhesive sticker in felt tip pen. SCP-1981 appears to be a home video recording of former United States President Ronald Reagan delivering his “Evil Empire” speech to the National Association of Evangelicals at Sheraton Twin Towers Hotel, Orlando, FL on 3/8/1983. However, At 1 minute and 10 seconds, the speech begins to deviate heavily, eventually resembling no known speech ever made by Reagan. Beginning at approximately 5 minutes, multiple incisions, lacerations and penetration wounds can be seen being slowly inflicted, though no corresponding source of these wounds is visible. Despite suffering bodily harm that would likely incapacitate an ordinary person, Reagan will continue to deliver his speech until either his vocal cords are severed or the tape degrades to static at 22:34.
Upon rewinding SCP-1981 and initating playback, Reagan will deliver an entirely new speech, often radically different from the ones previously observed. Topics have included torture, child molestation and ritual sacrifice. In roughly one in seven viewings of SCP-1981, a figure clothed in black robes with a conical hood will have replaced a random member of Reagan’s press detail, henceforth referred to as SCP-1981-1. The significance of the appearance of SCP-1981-1 is currently unknown.
Transcripts of several recordings of SCP-1981 can be found on the main article.
SCP-093: The Red Sea Object
This is one of my favorite entries because of the whole story connected to it. It’s quite interesting, though a bit of a read.
Someone should really make an animation of this. Literally one of the best and creepiest SCP objects out there.
Dr. Clef’s Seminar: “Reality Benders and You: How to Survive when Reality Doesn’t”
“Afternoon, everyone. Have a seat. Get a cup of coffee and a muffin. Also, a reminder: the Seminar Rooms are a weapons-free zone. Please make sure you’ve surrendered your weapons at the reception desk. I know, it’s bullshit, but the last thing I need is an O5 complaining because one of you was walking around the Blue Zones with your piece. Everyone good? Cool.”
“Today’s seminar is about a subject near and dear to my heart: Reality Benders. Type Greens. Mary Sues. Bixbies, Shapers, Wizards, Gods, Devils, Outside Observers, call them what you will, these are the guys that change reality based on perception and willpower. I’ve made a career out of both containing and killing these guys. You’re here to get certified to do the same thing.”
Behind the Scenes
“Ah, hello there.
No, don’t get up. Put down the gun though, it won’t do anything. I’m not real, how could you shoot me? There we go. See, isn’t that much nicer? All friends. Face that window, please. Oh, and smile. There, that’s good.”
I took a nap this afternoon and had the strangest dream involving Organized Crime, Zeppelin Malls, and Sheldon Cooper.
(I’ve just watched the episode of Big Bang Theory where they got stolen from, see.)
In my dream, Sheldon was my roommate and when we got back to our apartment we found all our stuff were stolen. When I got to my room the thieves were still there, in full equalist chi-blocker garb. They saw me and escaped up a rope ladder hanging from a hole in my ceiling.
I followed them up and found myself in the control center of a blimp manned by friends of mine from high school. They all looked at me funny as I asked them if they saw any chi-blockers with my stuff. I have a suspicion that they and the owner of the blimp mall are involved.
Exiting the control room I found myself in a mall (somehow the mall is far larger than what you would expect from a blimp. I suspect the involvement of a certain realty-warping scp). There my mom found me and I told her about the goings-on. She said she’ll check up one level and will call me if she finds anything.
It is then I realized I left my cellphone back at the apartment. I never saw my mother again, as well, but that realization only came just now. This dream is far more suspicious than I earlier realized.
When I got to the top floor, someone looked out the window and screamed. The blimp was falling out of the sky! The chi-blockers, or the owner, have sabotaged the blimp to keep me quiet!
With a ragtag group of other mall-goers, I went around the mall to get people up to the parking lot and got them to lie flat on their back to spread their weight around and reduce injuries in the crash. We crashed at a dock, and a girl with obscenely long nails cut us out of the wreckage.
A few weeks later Sheldon, the gang, and I were at a restaurant, and he told us about the reported glitches in the on-board AI in the blimp (which is apparently named “Carthige” and I couldn’t pronounce it correctly), that caused the fall and crash.
I scoffed and told him it was obviously part of some heinous plan that started with them stealing our stuff. Right? RIGHT?
He just looked at me, and shook his head.