by Calamari_Knight and Draven Addams
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Terminal number 231 activated
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Hello, Doctor
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Opening document: #PL-231....
Today's date: July 12, 2021.
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("Blown Fuses")
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-PL-231 is currently in provisional containment near Poznań, Poland. SCP-PL-231 is to be confined with thaumaturgical seals and continuously monitored from a safe distance. The area within 1 kilometer of the facility is to be fenced and guarded. Only members of Mobile Task Force Omicron-3 ("Blown Fuses"), the Project 231 Head (Dr. Robert Polon), and personnel of his choosing are allowed in the vicinity of the facility. No electrical equipment may be located within a 15 kilometer radius of the facility.
MTF Rho-9 ("Technical Support") is tasked with overseeing the process of protecting the Foundation's database from the anomalous effect of SCP-PL-231.
A cover story is to be released to the public claiming that SCP-PL-231-1 is the result of a magnetic storm on the Sun. All witnesses to SCP-PL-231 manifestations are to be treated with amnesic agents.
The Special Containment Procedures of all other anomalies that require the use of electricity must be revised and rewritten as soon as possible to exclude the use of electricity, starting primarily with anomalies of the Keter class and with a threat level of red or black.
In the event that SCP-PL-231-1 causes the Foundation to reach a state where it is impossible to function efficiently, a Class IK-0 "Dark Ages" scenario should be declared and immediately implement Emergency Procedure 180 "Thunderstuck".
Description: SCP-PL-231 is the designation assigned to the electrical anomaly that occurred on June 10, 2021 at the Bełchatów Power Plant in the Łódź Voivodeship.
SCP-PL-231 manifests as an outline of a humanoid being, measuring approximately 2.5 meters, entirely composed of anomalously directed electrical discharges of unknown source. It is able to move in a manner that mimics walking by directing the discharges that comprise its body. It is currently unknown how the object maintains the discharges in this form.
Due to its construction, SCP-PL-231 cannot be inflicted with physical injury. If the discharges of which SCP-PL-231 is composed come into contact with any solid body, the discharges will pass through that body. The object has also demonstrated insensitivity to any electric arc neutralizing agent, such as sulfur hexafluoride.
The subject is most likely conscious, as it has responded to its surroundings several times and has made appropriate gestures. However, it is not capable of speech, and its body movements are devoid of emotion. All attempts to communicate via thaumaturgical methods have only resulted in the testers sensing a deep feeling of anger.
When any living creature comes within 8 meters of the SCP-PL-231, it will be instantly electrocuted with 800 kV.
The object is currently moving according to an unknown pattern at a speed of 4 kph The subject remains secured as of June 15. However, despite being chained by thaumaturgical seals, the subject continues its anomalous activity at all times.
The most important anomalous feature of SCP-PL-231 is its generation of an electromagnetic storm around itself within a radius of 15 kilometers, designated SCP-PL-231-1. SCP-PL-231-1 manifests around the subject and stays close to it for 5 to 30 hours, after which it begins to move independently. Immediately after such an event, another instance begins to form.
When any device powered by electricity enters SCP-PL-231-1's area of effect, a low-voltage electrostatic discharge will strike the device. For the next few seconds, the device will operate at an increased intensity and then explode, damaging internal components.
There are currently 87 200 instances of SCP-PL-231-1.
SCP-PL-231-2 is the collective designation for an unspecified but significant number of mostly humanoid anomalies appearing most commonly in woodland areas and whose existence was reported shortly after the discovery of SCP-PL-231-1. Descriptions of most of them agree with depictions of various demons from Slavic mythology, such as the wodnik, the strzyga, werewolves (distinct from lycanthropy cases previously observed by the Foundation), the leszy, or the bagiennik. At least some have been confirmed to be hostile to humans, however, their method of choosing victims is mostly consistent with portrayals of the creatures in Slavic beliefs. Because of the similar time of discovery their association with SCP-PL-231 is theorized Their association with SCP-PL-231 has been confirmed (see Addendum 231-3). Currently awaiting closer examination and separate classification.
Based on the information obtained, it is presumed that SCP-PL-231 is an avatar of a preternatural being of unknown nature, worshipped by Slavic peoples in the form of Perun, the god of lightning. The association of SCP-PL-231 with other objects believed to be Slavic deities, such as SCP-5659, is under investigation.
| Addendum 231-1: Discovery and containment of the subject |
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The Bełchatów power plant.
The subject was formed on June 10, 2021 at the Bełchatów Power Plant. On that day, during the evening hours, an anomalous discharge occurred at the power plant building, followed by a massive failure of all electrical equipment at the facility. The next day, mass reports of broken electronic devices began to appear in the Bełchatów district. The subject was discovered 2 days later by local Foundation agents, invariably heading east. After an unsuccessful attempt to intercept the subject (resulting in the death of two agents), Mobile Task Force Omicron-3 "Burnt Fuses" was called to the site, with the task of tracking and stopping the subject. On June 15, with the help of the thaumaturgical team from Site-120, they successfully initially secured the object by bonding it with thaumaturgical seals, then organized a provisional containment facility where the subject currently remains.
On June 13, the first instance of SCP-PL-231-1 came into contact with Site-120, completely destroying all electrical equipment on the site, including the transdimensional project currently being tested.
On June 17 at Site-PL-37 one of the witnesses of the first manifestation of SCP-PL-231, Mr. Marek Borkowski, a digger by profession, was interviewed. The interrogator was Dr. Robert Polon.
Doctor Polon: Good morning, sir.
Marek Borkowski: Good morning, doctor.
Doctor Polon: Please tell me about what happened a week ago at the Bełchatów Power Plant.
Marek Borkowski: Okay. Where to begin… basically, the week before, they hired me, I mean the construction company that I work for, at that power plant. The idea was to expand the basement, I guess they were running out of room for all their generators and whatnot. Anyway, that evening me and my friend Janek were digging and digging, waiting for the curfew, and suddenly my drill hit something hard. Naturally we started wondering what was it, so we started to shovel the dirt aside.
Doctor Polon: And what was it?
Marek Borkowski: Some kind of stone slab! Weirdly hard, cause we didn't manage to smash it too quickly. It had some symbols carved on it, like, you know, runes, and I think figures of a man and a dragon.
Doctor Polon: A man and a dragon? Are you sure?
Marek Borkowski: Definitely a man. I think he was holding a hammer? And the dragon, or a snake rather, cause it looked more like that, it was much bigger than the guy. I think it also had several heads, like some hydra, I don't remember. But I know they were both, like, chained.
Doctor Polon: After a pause. Alright, enough about how the plate looked, what then?
Marek Borkowski: We removed more soil and we saw that behind that slab there was some kind of a room. Janek, who, between you and me, had drunk a bit before the whole operation, shouted with joy that we managed to dig into Vallhala. I said that maybe it would be a good idea to inform the foreman about the discovery, to which he said that we would have to go into that room later anyway, when someone would be investigating it or something, so we might as well see what's inside right now, and he started drilling into that slab. He had thoughtfully chosen a spot that wouldn't get our asses— excuse me, wouldn't make someone tell us off for destroying something important. After about a dozen hits, he broke through to the center of the room. He widened the hole so that we could squeeze through it, and we went inside. Since it was dark as, excuse me, shit, we lit our headlamps to illuminate it.
Doctor Polon: And what did you see?
Marek Borkowski: Well, some room, it looked old, I would give it about a thousand. It wasn't very richly decorated, but I don't know what we expected. There were some things on the ground, some tablets, a lot of debris, probably swords? I didn't look very closely, but I would have sworn I saw some bones. The thing that caught my eye the most was some kind of relief on the largest wall, right in front of us. It depicted the man from the entrance, but it had more detail, so you could see that he was some bearded fellow in armor. There were chains on his body. He held the hammer in a sort of victorious gesture, but there was a sort of… an unfriendly aura emanating from him. And, there were two red stones positioned in place of his eyes, they looked valuable. But before I could focus my attention on them and their possible price, something strange happened to Janek.
Doctor Polon: What exactly?
Marek Borkowski: I was just about to tell you, don't interrupt me, please. He just stared at the relief for a moment, his gaze was absent. Suddenly he started to walk towards it, so I asked him if he was all right. He did not answer me and touched the chest of this warrior with his hand. I ran up to him and then I heard some rumbling, or rather thunder, from the direction of the relief, and at the same time some voice, but I could not recognize what it said. I had a bad feeling about it, to quote Star Wars. Instinctively, I just rushed to escape. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was Janek raising his pickaxe with the intention of hitting the guy in the chest. And then there was a thud which was loud as hell. So I lay unconscious for a while, and, before you ask, I don't know, but probably no more than a few minutes.
Doctor Polon: And then what… I'm sorry, I was not supposed to interrupt you. Please continue.
Marek Borkowski: Well, when I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that my headlamp was not working. I didn't know why, everything was fine with it at first glance. I called Janek in the dark, but he did not answer. In the dark I started to search the room, looking if he was lying unconscious or under the influence of alcohol. I did not find him, but I sensed that there was a big hole in the relief to which Janek had approached. Before I had time to see what was on the other side, I heard some screaming. I managed to find my way out — for some reason the light wasn't on in that basement which we were supposed to expand. Once I got out of that damned crypt, I somehow saw in that darkness that all the light bulbs in the hallway were shattered, every last one. Then I heard screams from upstairs and the sounds of an alarm, the kind that suggested something had really screwed up. I ran up the stairs heading for those sounds. I heard a muffled voice from a megaphone, shouting something about emergencies and evacuation, but soon it too fell silent. I finally found a place where some lights were on, but all I saw was a worker running in the opposite direction, not paying the slightest attention to me. I probably should have gone after him, but I was too disoriented at that moment to think about anything. I just wanted to find Janek and go home.
Doctor Polon: As I understand it, it didn't quite work out for you?
Marek Borkowski: As if. At that point, there were already windows around, so I could see my surroundings enough to find some way out of the building. I could see panicking people running everywhere. I reassured myself that my job was done for today and that Janek would probably find his way somewhere, so I ran towards the car, but it wouldn't open. In addition, it started to rain terribly. Then something strange caught my attention. Around the main entrance gate to the power plant site, there was… a figure. It looked like it was made of electricity, however that might sound. Some guard ran towards the thing, probably to stop it. He fired a few shots, but the bullets literally flew right through it, and it didn't even pay attention to that fact. The guard ran closer, and then the creature raised its hand. There was a bright flash and suddenly the guard fell to the ground, burning. In an instant, all that was left of him was a charred corpse. The creature kept walking ahead. I ran towards it, but then it reached the gate and went straight through, as if the fence was not there. I couldn't chase it any further, because the gate opens using electricity, and by the time I managed to get over the top, the thing had already disappeared somewhere.
Doctor Polon: So what did you do?
Marek Borkowski: Since it was a bit of a walk to Bełchatów and I was tired and didn't want to walk in the dark, I decided to sleep in some comfortable corner after all the excitement, because fortunately nothing actually blew up after those alarms. The next morning the board of directors got everyone together and announced that the power plant was being shut down for a while. With nothing else to do, I walked home, only to find that nothing was working at home either, even though they were supposedly going to run the reserves.
Doctor Polon: Alright. I think that wraps up the topic of our conversation. Is there anything else you'd like to share?
Marek Borkowski: Actually, come to think of it, yes. I just remembered one other thing. As I was running towards that electric creature, it sort of turned towards me for a moment and for a split second I thought I saw a face in that electricity beam.
Doctor Polon: Did you happen to recognize that face?
Marek Borkowski: Actually… I think it looked a little like Janek.
After this interrogation, amnesic agents were administered to Marek Borkowski, as well as to all other persons who were on the premises of the Bełchatów Power Plant at the time of the subject's first manifestation.
On June 18, Dr. Polon filed an application with the Board of Directors of the Polish Branch for permission to terminate SCP-PL-231. On June 19, the application was denied because it conflicted with the Foundation's directive.
| Addendum 231-2: SCP-PL-231-A Exploration Log Transcript |
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Date: 06/20/2021
Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Upsilon-4 "New Neighbors" and Dr. Maja Jordańska, thaumaturgist
Subject: Crypt under the Bełchatów Power Plant, henceforth referred to as SCP-PL-231-A
Team Lead: Y4-1
Team Members: Y4-2/Y4-3/Y4-4/Dr. Maja Jordańska/Y4-Sup
Notes: Due to the still ongoing anomalous effect of SCP-PL-231, the only way to produce the following exploration log was to record the course of events on a phonograph, operated by Y4-Sup standing in the middle of SCP-PL-231-A while the rest of the squad performed the task. Due to equipment limitations, the log is divided into several wax rolls. In the transcript, the beginning and end of individual recordings are indicated by a horizontal line.
[BEGIN LOG]
Y4-Sup: You can begin.
Y4-1: Do the honors.
Dr. Jordańska: Praemunio, capio, protego.
(A low swishing sound is heard after these words.)
Dr. Jordańska: Now, nothing else should crawl out of here, at least while we're here. Well, let's get to work.
Y4-1: Split up, everyone search one quarter of the room. Be careful with those oil lamps, we don't have any spares.
Y4-3: Yes sir.
Y4-2: Yes sir.
Y4-4: Yes sir!
(We hear footsteps moving away in all directions and Dr. Jordańska coughing. For about three minutes no one says anything, the only sounds are rustles, thuds, and footsteps.)
(A few seconds of silence, then a fairly loud click can be heard among the sounds of movement.)
Y4-2: Fucking hell!
(Along with Y4-2's scream, the sound of breaking glass and the quiet burst of fire, probably from a broken oil lamp, are heard. Y4-2 groans and the sound of the fire intensifies. Those present in the room show signs of bewilderment.)
Y4-3: Karol, what the hell did you do!?
Y4-1: Stay calm! Upsilons, get Two out to a safe distance! Jordańska, put out that firebird!
(Y4-2 screams in pain.)
Dr. Jordańska: I need some water… Oh, uh, never mind. Uh, wait.
Y4-1: Spit, good idea.
Y4-3: Cap, we have no way to get to him! He's surrounded by a fucking fireball!
Y4-1: (Moving away from the phonograph) What the hell kind of MTF are you!?
Dr. Jordańska: (clap) Avis exstinguo!
Y4-4: (Simultaneously with Dr. Jordańska) We're sorry, Cap—
(The fire hisses, and an indistinct bird-like squawk is heard among the noise.)
Y4-1: Don't apologize to me here, treat your friend! Actually, no, you guys go do something useful and see why someone set a trap for inattentive undercover agents right here. I'll take care of Two.
Y4-4: Yes, Captain!
Y4-2: I'll live. I got a bit fried, but it's nothing that burn cream can't cure.
Y4-1: I admire your optimism, but if you ask me, you're not going to the next operation. Come here, moron.
Y4-2: Ow… Hey, wait a minute. There's something lying against the wall. Give me a little more light, my… lamp broke.
Y4-3: That's right. Are these some kind of tablets?
Y4-1: That's what it looks like. Step back a little bit, I'll secure it right away. I don't think any of us know this language, we'll give it to someone smarter than us.
Dr. Jordańska: Can I see?
Y4-1: Then come over here.
(Pause, footsteps.)
Dr. Jordańska: Hm. Weird writing indeed. Similar to runic, but I can't make any sense of it. How many of these are there?
Y4-1: Six tablets.
Y4-2: I was about to ask where did you learn ancient alphabets like that, but I remembered that runes are probably quite magical.
Dr. Jordańska: Yes, they are useful for non-verbal spells.
Y4-4: I think there's a tomb there, I mean, a sarcophagus. I'm not sure. It's visible here, through this hole in the wall. Should we break through?
Y4-1: Wait. We don't know if there isn't another trap or some other mummy's curse in this.
Y4-3: More like some zhrets'.
Y4-Sup: We're lucky that phoenix jumped you far enough away from that wax, or the footage would have been trashable.
Dr. Jordańska: Yeah. I would like to say that there is some other Presence here. Other than two-three-one.
Y4-3: Presence, meaning what exactly?
Dr. Jordańska: Energy released by ontokinetic entities.
Y4-3: You mean the, uh, reality…
Y4-1: (interrupting him) Reality benders, yes, the most powerful ones. Usually worshipped as gods. Don't you ever listen at briefings?
(Y4-3 is silent.)
Y4-1: (To Dr. Jordańska) Does this mean that someone… or something… is here with us?
Dr. Jordańska: I… Actually, I don't think so. Wait a minute. (pause) No, I'm sure. We're alone here.
Y4-2: Could it be because of the sarcophagus?
Dr. Jordańska: I don't think so. I can feel that Presence… from everywhere. It's distinctly different from two-three-one, I know because I've studied it myself. I think it's safe to open the sarcophagus.
Y4-3: (Ironically) Famous last words.
Y4-4: Stop whining and help me with this damn thing. I can't do it alone.
(For about 30 seconds the sounds of hitting the wall with a pickaxe and falling stone can be heard. At this time, the phonograph was moved closer to the squad so that the wall's crevice would not drown out their speech, so an unnatural skip of sound can be heard on the recording.)
(Last 10 seconds of digging sounds.)
Y4-1: (Sighing) Unfortunately, even if we had meaningful funding in this country, even Samsara would be screwed under these conditions. On "three" we push, got it?
Y4-3: Mhm.
Y4-1: One… two… three!
(There is an extremely loud grinding of stone on stone, from under which the groans of exertion of the three men can be heard. The drawn-out rasp ends with a noisy crash of the slab against the floor.)
Y4-3: Well, we've got a dead body. Just oddly fresh for an ancient tomb.
Y4-4: Perceptive, aren't you.
Y4-3: (In an offended tone) Everyone hates you when you're prettier…
(Y4-4 and Y4-3 laugh.)
Dr. Jordańska: Is there anything else there? Any items, coins, anything?
Y4-4: I think it's just this corpse. It will be pretty easy to move it since it's not decomposed.
Dr. Jordańska: Okay.
Y4-3: I mean, there's all these reliefs, but there's no fucking… sorry, Jesus. We have no way to photograph them. Too bad we didn't get an illustrator.
Y4-1: If they thought it was noteworthy, they'd send one. Give me that stretcher, we'll pack him up and get out of here.
Dr. Jordańska: Let me help you. (A blowing sound) Volita cadaver.
Y4-2: (In a contrary tone) If you said, er, "volita secundus," would I start flying?
Dr. Jordańska: Be careful or you'll find out.
(For the next five minutes, the unit prepares to leave the site. Unimportant comments were omitted; the unit left SCP-PL-231-A with their findings without further incident.)
[END LOG]
End notes: Despite the good condition of the corpse found by the department, tests revealed that the person had been dead for at least 1,500 years. A second anomalous feature of the subject is that operating electrical equipment in its immediate vicinity exhibits rapid surges of electricity. The subject has been designated as Anomalous Object #189 and has been placed in containment at Site-PL-24.
Tablets with the text have been forwarded to translators at Site-PL-24. At the time of writing these notes, the written language has been determined to be similar to Proto-Slavic.
Research is also underway on the additional Presence detected by Dr. Jordańska.
On June 23, the speed of the days-long decline in the stock value of most energy or electrical equipment companies accelerated dramatically. The new priority of the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division (AIAD) has been to monitor and control the stock market, in order to stop or delay the stock market crash and economic crisis.
| Addendum 231-3: Texts found in SCP-PL-231-A |
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On June 24, translators from Site-PL-24 completed the work of reconstructing and translating the texts recovered by MTF Upsilon-4 from SCP-PL-231-A. The following are the translated texts, arranged in presumably chronological order:
These words are a warning to unwise prospectors of wealth or unfortunates who happen to have found this place — go away and live in peace. Go away and enjoy life, for you have just escaped mortal danger. Perhaps as you read these words you hear his voice — resist him if you are strong-willed enough. For he wants to break free to take revenge for what we have done to him in the past. We beseech you, do not release him, or you will doom the world.
Before Perun came, there were droughts. Long and terrible droughts that made it impossible to farm. Famine reigned, and people fought for every drop of water or berry to prolong their existence. Humanity cried out in despair.
Then, Perun came.
No one knows where he really came from, but one time he appeared in the sky and summoned a storm. The rain continued for many days and many nights, and the crops grew like never before. The droughts were finally over. Perun gave us the rain, and he himself fed on the lightning that he created.
For the kindness he showed us, we gave him the honor he deserved, and then he gave us another, much more important gift.
He shared his meal with us.
Once our sages understood how to harness the lightning, further development presented no difficulty. In a short time we created great tools using the power of Perun. With their help we built great and wonderful cities. We were able to travel beyond the great waters and back, and even to ascend into the skies and the stars.
We lived in harmony with Perun. He would cause storms and give us some of his lightning and consume the rest, and in return we would make generous offerings to him.
However, such progress came at a price. Years later, we realized that we didn't have enough power to continue using our devices. We didn't know how else to get the power we needed, and no one was going to give up the comfortable life we had gained. So one wise man developed some powerful device to absorb power from lightning, and we decided to make the biggest mistake of our lives.
We stole the lightning owed to Perun.
The wrath of Perun was terrible. Of all our achievements, our civilization, not a stone was left. The terrifying storms he created caused all of our wonderful devices to fall into nothingness. To top it all off, the vengeful god scourged us with bloodthirsty beasts, lurking in the remaining forests and mercilessly attacking us. We felt that this was the end of our people.
Then, in the depths of the earth, in the deepest cave, in the heart of the darkest swamp, the last hope of men appeared.
Three Crones who defied an angry god.
Another text is damaged and unreadable, but it is theorized that it described how Perun was originally defeated.
When Perun was defeated and weakened, the Three Crones, unable to kill him, cast their final spell. Using their powers of darkness and the remnants of our lightning power, they trapped Perun in a crypt, the same crypt in which you now stand. Perun has been chained and his power tamed, but his lust for revenge has only grown. He dreams that one day someone will appear who is docile enough to release him. Therefore, once again I beseech you, resist him.
Because if that happens, humanity will never see the light again.
On July 1, the existence of a previously undiscovered Group of Interest of a religious nature, provisionally named the "Sect Celebrating Perun", was confirmed. The goals, structure and origins of the Group have not yet been studied, but it is known that their doctrine roughly assumes that SCP-PL-231 is a kind of Messiah, and that the effects of SCP-PL-231-1 — an act of God. The group is openly opposed to attempts to repair the power grid and is aware of the Foundation and its activities in this regard, having attacked Foundation members on several occasions. The current size of the group is unknown.
On July 6, a security breach of SCP-PL-231 occurred. According to reports from facility surveillance personnel who witnessed the incident, the entity generated a tremendous amount of energy around midnight, manifesting through a bright burst of light. This energy was then released in the form of an explosion that destroyed the thaumaturgical seals that were incapacitating the entity. After the release, the entity began to float in the air and then dematerialized in another flash of light. It is theorized that the subject stored the energy extracted from the destroyed electrical devices in an unknown manner via SCP-PL-231-1 to then use it to escape.
From all the information we have gathered, it appears that SCP-PL-231 is not or at least was not at the full strength it had in its original form. It was apparently absorbing the energy gained from the destroyed electrical devices to strengthen itself enough to break through the defenses. This may be its weak point — Dr. Polon.
The location of SCP-PL-231 remains unknown. MTF Omicron-3 ("Blown Fuses") is tasked with finding the entity as quickly as possible.
| Addendum 231-4: Implementation of Procedure 180-Thunderstuck |
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On July 8, the following message was sent to Foundation members from Site-01.
BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL
All attempts to stop SCP-PL-231 have failed. The percentage of electromagnetic devices destroyed totaled 90. The O5 Council unanimously decided in favor of declaring the IK-0 Class "Dark Ages" End of Civilization Scenario.
We have failed.
All personnel are directed to immediately implement Procedure 180-Thunderstuck.
Secure. Contain. Protect.
Procedure 180-Thunderstuck
As part of the implementation of Procedure 180-Thunderstuck, the following orders are to be executed:
- All documents that exist only in electronic form for the moment are to be transferred to paper immediately.
- Instructions are to be given to the leaders of each country to prepare civilizations for the IK-0 Scenario.
- The Special Containment Procedures of each anomaly are to be immediately redetermined in a manner that does not require the use of electrical equipment. All anomalies of no measurable benefit to the Foundation for which this process is not possible are to be terminated immediately.
- The Departments of Logistics and Engineering are to develop and implement alternative methods of communication between Foundation staff that do not involve the use of electricity as soon as possible.
- The area around Yellowstone Mountain is to be placed into a pocket dimension using SCP-████ until the end of the scenario.
- All of the Foundation's major functional equipment, along with as many electrical and meteorological anomalies as possible, are to be transported to Underground Containment Area-23, located 2 kilometers below sea level.
- Actions are to be taken to restore normalcy not involving the use of electricity.
Letter left by Dr. Polon at the time of discovery. The photograph was taken with an analog camera immediately after discovery.
On July 10, Dr. Polon, supervisor of the PL-231 project, failed to show up for the morning crisis meeting at Site-PL-37. Upon checking his bedroom, it was found that he had disappeared from the Site. The following note was found on his bed:
To the Employees of Site-PL-37, my esteemed colleagues:
I'm sorry. I did not want to leave you at such a difficult time. I would have stayed with you to work out a solution, but I have no choice. The Foundation can't secure these storms, not anymore. Our only chance is to destroy 231 before it destroys us. And I think I know how.
I researched the matter of this Presence that Jordańska detected in SCP-PL-231-A and was able to determine that the same energy is concentrated in significant amounts in several other locations in Poland. Whatever or whoever is emitting it is still out there somewhere. If I am right, and I believe I am, there is a chance that we will find the being that defeated Perun last time. And that it will do it again.
You may say that this is not a very solid foundation. You're right. But it is the best option we have at the moment. I've been analyzing all the options for the last month and I'm confident in what I'm saying now. I know that the Foundation will never allow what I am about to do, which is why I am forced to leave you.And as for you, the Overseers, those in power: I respect you and your efforts to maintain normalcy, and I trust that you believe in the validity of your actions, but deep down you know you are wrong. This time, avoiding conflict with the anomalous phenomenon is not an option. I would agree with you if it were about any other anomaly, but not in this case. Our society had become too accustomed to electricity to live without it. We couldn't imagine life without it. Let's face it, we CAN'T live without it. And when Perun recovers, he will use it to destroy all of humanity, every last one of us.
— Doctor R. Polon,
loyal to mankind.
Dr. Polon was declared a deserter, and the PL-231 Project was turned over to the current Assistant Supervisor, Wiktoria Lisiecka.
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