Doomsday 2018 Hon Hon

Upsiquark


Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX cannot be moved because of its nature, so it's contained in ███████-██-██████, France. SCP-XXXX must be surveyed at all times by at least five (5) agents. Access to it is strictly forbidden, even for Foundation's personnel. The place must be closed under cover of important reparations.

Expeditions into SCP-XXXX must be led at least once a week to verify total absence of religious GoI's members by three (3) Agents. If one of them is located, he must be terminated as quickly as possible. Any person who wants to come in SCP-XXXX must be dissuaded from doing this by telling him official reasons of the cause why SCP-XXXX is closed.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a place of worship located in ███████-██-██████, France. If nobody is in possession of the place, the place changes its appearance according to the observer's religious believes. Due to this effect, the dimensions and external patterns change as well. SCP-XXXX has already been described as catholic and protestant churchs, a synagogue, a mosque and a buddhist temple. If observers haven't got religious believes, they'll see a church that they want to visit. If there's a person in possession of the place, observers will see the place of worship of his religion.

Inside SCP-XXXX, there is a corpse (called SCP-XXXX-1) in perfect state of preservation on the ground in a glass block. To date, the glass has never been destroyed by fire, saw, hammer, a weight of 500 kg (1102 lb 5 oz) over it, and charge of a battering ram. Due to the indestructibility of the object, researchs for identity and composition of the corpse are impossible. There is a logo on the side of the block, representing the Society of Atheists for the Protection from Perilous and Hindering Institutionalized Religions Everywhere (SAPPHIRE)1 with a representation of the Grim Reaper reaping the logo.

A religious person (of a anomalous religion or not) can take controle of the place if he makes an offering of a religious object to SCP-XXXX-1. When he makes it, the glass block opens itself and SCP-XXXX-1 stands up to take the offering. When he made this correctly, the person becomes SCP-XXXX-2.

When a subject comes in SCP-XXXX, he will immediately take the religious convictions of SCP-XXXX-2. If there isn't any SCP-XXXX-2, the subject will visit the place, take photos if he can, and exit SCP-XXXX without side effects.

When the subject takes his new religious convictions, the first thing he will do is to go forwards SCP-XXXX-1 to knee in front of it and thank the God of the corresponding religion. Then, he will exit SCP-XXXX. At this moment, the subject will be convinced that, by moral and religious duty, he has to convert the biggest number of people to his new religion. To accomplish this, he will use different ways, by reason in a first time (by trying to preach with people, for example), then by strength if they are able to use it, and by the media coverage (by taking the microphone of journalists or interviewed). Strangely, he won't ask to concur with his religion, but to come in SCP-XXXX. All the people who heard this will try to come in SCP-XXXX if they are at the moment at most at fifteen (15) kilometers or try to join the affected subject if they are at most at fifteen (15) kilometers. In all cases, they will know exact position of both even if they move. The effect will repeat itself for all the new people who arrive by this way.

Addendum XXXX-1: Before the intervention of the Foundation, SCP-XXXX was in the possession of a lot of people in charge of the worship of several religions, as anomalous as non-anomalous who took possession ones after the others. There is a summary of which religion "owned" SCP-XXXX and when below:

All new owners that are discovered must be written here under the following format :

Owner: Name (Religion)
Time Slot: Year - Year
Appearance of SCP-XXXX:
History:


Owner: ███████-██-██████ Chaplaincy (Catholicism)
Time Slot: 1956 - 1966
Appearance of SCP-XXXX: A standard Gothic cathedral.
History: The ███████-██-██████ Chaplaincy was using SCP-XXXX to preach and base the Catholicism on the region. After the conversion of the ███████-██-██████ residents, some instances of SCP-XXXX-2, according to restored documents, went to do "a new Crusade" in 1966 with anomalous means, but they had been arrested by Foundation agents posted in the nearest city. SCP-XXXX had finally been taken over by the Neo-Sarkic sect of the Lovataar Foot, the 10th February 1966.

Owner: Sect of the Lovataar Foot (Neo-Sarkicism)
Time Slot: 1966 -1972
Appearance of SCP-XXXX: A classic neo-sarkic temple
History: Adepts of Lovataar took possession of SCP-XXXX on 10th February 1966. They immediately tried to convert people to Neo-Sarkicism and make Lovataar a picture of the good and the religion. This permitted them have a lot of new adepts, at which point a buddhist group sacrified a statue of Bouddha to take possession of the place.

Owner: ██████ Buddhist Circle (Buddhism)
Time Slot: 1972 - 1978
Appearance of SCP-XXXX: A standard buddhist temple
History: ██████ Buddhist Circle, composed of █ members, took possession of SCP-XXXX on 7th May 1972 by offering a statue of Bouddha to SCP-XXXX-1. They tried to make people come in SCP-XXXX by proposing free relaxation and yoga classes in this. The ██████ Buddhist Circle won approximatively ██ members during the 6 years of their possession of SCP-XXXX.

Owner: Cogwork Orthodox Church (Church of the Broken God religion)
Time Slot: 1978-199█
Appearance of SCP-XXXX: Classic church whose stone was replaced by iron pieces
History: The Cogwork Church took possession of SCP-XXXX in 1978, and immediately tried to repare broken parts of the church to "repare the church that will welcome the repared God" (said by one of the members of this group). They didn't earn members during the time when they were in SCP-XXXX.

Owner: Nobody
Time Slot: 199█ - today
Appearance: The appearance described above
History: Some Agents entered in SCP-XXXX with some Telekill metal and terminated all the CotBG's members presents in SCP-XXXX. Because of his past profession of priest, Agent D██████ was chosen to be the new owner of SCP-XXXX. When he came towards SCP-XXXX-1, this took him and said : "Only religious" before killing him. Now, nobody has the property of the object.


Mein Blut


By three times I coat my body with the oil three times consecrated. By three times I cleanse my body of the stain of the flesh. The room sinks into which I were was weakly lit by the unstable light of a candle, throwing my own deformed shade on walls. This shade seemed to dance and wriggle in an impossible manner on the walls of my cell.

For some time, my colleagues and I sums invests with the holy driving force to the tiniest fragment of our body. We know it, we have to carry out His holy will. Silently, I cross the corridors of our forge-temple. Only the sound of my footsteps and gearings resound on the coarse stone walls. I walk in front of my colleagues's cells. Empty. I am the last one to leave, the last one to go to carry out the will of Mekhane to destroy the FLESH.

One by one, I walk up the steps that lead to the exit. I walk in the darkness, but I do not feel the travel. As I passed them, I hit the switches and little by little the forge died. The bellows went silent, the melting steel congealed and the hammers stopped hitting the iron. I abandoned the sacred duty to maintain the forge for another one, even more sacred. Another generation shall probably come to resuscitate the forge.

The holy driving strength transported me. I was probably in a metropolis, seen how organic life teemed. They think me a mentally ill person, heresy blurs their perception of the world, but soon they will know the joy of life under Its protection. They point at me, to make me go away. From now on, the light encases me, like a halo surrounding a martyr. But it is not my case. I am not a martyr. I am only a sanctimonious person. The first time I opened my flesh to replace it was a revelation. My flesh, sick, bad, became perfection. My roarings changed into songs.
My organs were torn away, my muscles were removed. Without my flesh, everything non-initiated would have seen only my nudity, but it was the opposite. I was cleared of the stain. And I lived. Finally. My viscera became pumps, my muscles pistons and my blood oil.

When I look at these heretics, I see only individuals who ignore the real path. In their world they look for perfection by biological surgery, but it is vain. They only modify an already obsolete element. The flesh is weak. To obtain perfection, to reach this ideal, it is necessary to replace it.

I feel It coming. Again, the driving strength travels my members. I feel Its kindly look settling on me. And I shall achieve Its will. Cogs accelerate, an electric arc dances on my metallic skin hoping to find a weakness or to be embedded there. Pistons contract to give up it, everything accelerates. My circuits saturate, warm up, but it is on purpose. Contradictory information makes my body flounder like a puppet. I lose influence whereas It takes control of me. I am not afraid, because I shall be within it recycled.

From now on, I am only a dislocated puppet hardly holding on its supports, controlled by an upper being. My steps go unsteady, but swift. My gestures become more and more abrupt and muddled. I fall on my knees. My whole body is affected by cramps, some oil goes out of my mouth. I am not quite strong enough to bear Its presence, but it doesn't matter. Everything will be finished. And I shall be recycled and reforged under Its kindly look.

My body twists itself on the ground, the steel is becoming red under heat. People quickly move away. They are probably afraid, but it is in vain. The driving force grows in me, my mechanical heart is ardent. A deep light gets free of my body, flashes of lightning dance over everything around me. My optics fail, I can't see anything anymore. One by one my senses leave me, I feel nothing anymore. I am totally isolated from everything.

Glory to the machine.

"A new suicide attack took place in center of Dublin. Thirty casualties and hundreds are severely wounded. This eighth attack has not been claimed yet. An unidentified individual destroyed a shopping mall. Witnesses report a flash of blinding light. The nature of the explosive is unknown. Hans Gerd, for France24. "

Archiviste Judas

Hi, I'm Black Queen Marina

Reine Noire Gisèle, présente.

what the fuck

Black queen Mercury, hey

(i'm black queen Faith, btw)


Baseline

The Great Religious War is an event generally resulting in the end of humanity, the world, or even reality (to confirm that "generally", we'd need a timeline where it ends well tho'). This war consists of several religions, sects or simply groups with a specific ideology, fighting between themselves with anomalous means like weapons or unknown entities considered like "gods". Il convient de noter que dans certaines lignes temporelles, ce sont simplement les combats entre deux "dieux" qui conduisent à la fin de l'humanité. speak english please

Prerequisites

The concepts of religion and ideology. essentially the bases of the human civilization Not necessarily, there are timelines where human civilization managed to develop without those principles of "faith"

The apparition and the capacity of creating "anomalies" Actually, even in some timelines without "anomalies", great religious wars could occur

it seems that conflicts between the church of the broken god and the sarkic cults often have a good chance of causing the event, so we need to keep an eye on those two groups in our respective timelines

Utility

it has the potential to wipe out reality, so there isn't much utility La seule possibilité pour une de nos petites sœurs de s'en servir serait de jouer à la sauveuse de l'humanité afin de pouvoir régner en toute "légitimité", mais les chances pour que cela arrive sont trop faibles (et aucune ligne temporelle où c'est le cas n'a encore été recensée). seriously i don't even understand one word of what you're saying

Vulnerability

Even if we can delay the event, there is no possibility to avoid the damages caused by the War. One occurence of damages being softened had been observed (cf. timeline E-413), and we hope it'll never occur again


Instance: Timeline L-241:

the french organization sapphire triggered the war, attacking the horizon initiative with the help of the humanist gentlemen En fait le nom de ce groupe est plutôt Les Gentilshommes Humanistes. no matter what you said, i don't care Stay serious, please. okay so three RUBYs (one type of sapphire’s task forces) busted into one of the biggest sites of the horizon initiative and managed to eradicate all forms of “anomalies” in there Ironiquement, les RUBIS ont utilisé des objets anormaux pour cela. … after battles between some RUBYs and initiative’s army, sapphire and humanist gentlemen scientists released with the help of other anomalous entities a normality field similar to the one around of the cruise ship, spreading throughout the universe, making all “anomalies” within disappear. So, in spite of this disparition, the war ended well, didn't it? uhhhh actually it was at this time they realized there was an anomalous entity which was preventing the Earth from exploding. Oh.

Instance: Timeline E-413

The war was caused by a battle, the tragic battle of Mittelheim, between the most important sarkic sects and the main branch of the church of the broken god, the broken church. After two days of fighting and death, the horizon initiative joined the battle to stop the conflict, but they just managed to intensify the strife instead of calming things down. The war ended with the summoning of the sarkic primary god Yaldabaoth and an iteration of the “broken god”, and it would have turned into the end of reality without the intervention of our late little sister, black queen scorpio. oh yes scorpio i remember her Wasn’t she one of our little sisters who managed to save Gears and found a happy family? yep And if this war hadn’t happened, she could have kept her family forever… Anyway, to save reality, she had to sacrifice herself and Gears to Yaldabaoth to stop it, making the war conclude in a “simple” end of the world.

Instance: Timeline B-113

Ah, c’est à moi. please no Ne sois pas si mauvaise langue, enfin… Bref, après que l’ayatollah Yaqut fut placé à la tête du Bureau de Récupération des Artéfacts Islamiques, celui-ci décida de lancer un djihad (une Guerre Sainte) avec les membres du bureau afin de supprimer l’état d’Israël et de “faire en sorte que la volonté d’Allah règne sur Jérusalem”, au moyen d’objets et entités anormaux. He seems to be a nice guy… how can you understand her
Après le génocide de plusieurs millions d’israéliens, Yaqut réussit son djihad, plaçant les autorités musulmanes chiite et sunnite sur Jérusalem, ordonnant la destruction de tous les monuments religieux chrétiens, juifs et autres que musulmans. En voyant cela, le Saint-Siège prépara une nouvelle croisade afin de reprendre Jérusalem du BRAI. Après avoir reçu l’autorisation de la Coalition Mondiale Occulte, la croisade fut lancée, avec l’aide de l’Ordre de la Lumière. i still don’t understand what you’re saying but i guess it end the same way as usual? Exactement. Si le début de la croisade se passait comme une Guerre Occulte classique, des mouvements pro-croisés et pro-djihadistes ont commencé à apparaître pour une raison inconnue un peu partout dans le monde, tuant tout ceux n’étant pas de leurs idéologies respectives. It should be noted that they can try to kill a group sharing the same ideology, if they are in competition to “purify” a city. Au fur et à mesure que cette guerre avançait, il n’y avait plus que deux camps, les croisés contre les djihadistes. Finalement… Aucun camp n’a gagné. Tout le monde est mort. L’humanité toute entière a réussi à s'entretuer. Hm.

Well, we need to pay attention about the next Great Religious Wars, if we don’t want to have a new E-413. Yep, we must. Oops… you speak english from the start? Hehe. but… but.. It was funny to watch you, trying to understand French. Gisèle prefers speaking french, she finds it more… fluid and distinguished. but if you knew this why didn't you warn me? We could, but it was too funny to watch. … i'm fed up with you girls i'm off Au revoir, petite sœur ! STOP Hehe! Goodbye, girls.

Karnot


(J'ai fait un collapsible parce que comme ça je prends pas trop de place vu que y a BEAUCOUP de retours à la ligne.)
Sauf mention contraire, le contenu de cette page est protégé par la licence Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License