AI Record - Le Dachshund

Summary:

Potentially has multiple AI sandboxes. Posted AI-generated forum thread, lied about AI usage. Unusual punctuation, key identifying phrases, overly purple prose, AI-typical formatting, confirmed use of Chat GPT

AI Record - Le Dachshund

Zyn 10 Oct 2025 07:15

Noting that Le Dachshund (account age 109 days) recently applied for site membership. They have multiple sandboxes, two of which have some common AI indicators:

7 Oct 2025 - 19:14:42 http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/deleted:scp-item-8395 (full draft of over 31,000 words in revision 0, two edits to change # bullet point formatting to * and then to add tags)

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Item 8395: SCP-8395

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8395 is contained only from the “outside.” Inside the anomaly, no containment method is possible.

This occurs because the Foundation currently lacks the strength or resources to confront, subdue, threaten the natives, or destroy the anomaly.

The only viable measure is to infiltrate agents and spies through the portal, tasked with discreetly observing politics, media, and the knowledge that the inhabitants possess about humanity. All useful information must be collected.

If the safety or concealment of the agent is compromised, they must retreat immediately. If escape is impossible or too costly, the agent must commit suicide to avoid capture and interrogation by SCP-8395-AE.

The facility housing the anomaly, Area-7, must remain heavily fortified. The minimum contingent must be 10,000 men on 24/7 duty, supported by tanks, helicopters, artillery, missile systems, and other state-of-the-art vehicles. The goal is only to buy enough time to react and plan a global response: if SCP-8395 breaches containment, billions of people may die.

If SCP-8395-AE discovers the portal and manages to deploy troops to Earth, Protocol “Fall of the Nation” must be immediately initiated to ensure the survival of humanity. In this scenario, the Foundation will enter full martial law, all agents and soldiers must abandon their posts (even leaving dangerous entities unmonitored) and mobilize for open war against SCP-8395-AE.
Foundation forces will not be able to resist for long on their own, making military support from [REDACTED] nations indispensable. Afterwards, all of humanity will have to be mobilized for total war.

The worst outcome would be inevitable: one of the greatest failures of the Foundation, marked as a permanent scar in human history.

Description: SCP-8395 is a wormhole of unknown origin, located in [REDACTED]. It connects Earth to a parallel dimension, is approximately 500 meters in diameter, and is fixed to the ground. The anomaly remains constantly open, appearing to have existed for millions of years—although it is unknown whether it has always been in its current location.

Visual observation of SCP-8395 is equivalent to watching a “window” into the other side. Research suggests that the portal may have accompanied tectonic movements over hundreds of millions of years.

The world connected by SCP-8395 was originally sterile, but around 260 million years ago, it was colonized by terrestrial organisms that became isolated and followed a different evolutionary path. The inhabitants call this dimension Creezaiv (“Rock” in their language).

The society of Creezaiv, like that of Earth, is divided into multiple ethnic groups and nation-states with diverse cultures and ideologies. These nation-states are constantly at war with each other, and Creezaiv is far more affected by warfare than Earth. Some of these states are cooperative toward the Foundation for one reason or another, while others represent a serious threat to human survival and to the Foundation itself.

There are millions of unique species in Creezaiv, all originating from Earth. Some are very similar to Earth’s, while others belong to entirely different and divergent classes and orders.

It is widely debated among Foundation biologists and anthropologists whether these species can be considered anomalous, since there is nothing inherently anomalous or supernatural about them.
Today, the Foundation classifies all native species of Creezaiv as non-anomalous, with the only anomaly being the portal and all the beasts employed by the Commonwealth.

Creezaiv is quite similar to Earth: it orbits its star in 421 days and its day lasts 29 hours. Like Earth, Creezaiv has a multitude of rivers and unique biomes, although colder biomes do not exist even at the poles. All of this is covered by a single ocean and contains three continents—Liorta, Aukeya, and Pilgram—along with a vast multitude of archipelagos and islands.

One difference from Earth is that only some parts of the dimension receive sunlight from an red star, called Gtraa by the natives (meaning “glow”), while the rest lies within an immensely vast underground network. A large portion of Creezaiv’s ocean is also located beneath the surface.
Creezaiv’s soil contains more phosphorite and nitrogen than Earth’s, making it more fertile and allowing the growth of large fungi and plants even without sunlight.

In this unique environment, various species evolved in adaptation—all of them having migrated through the portal millions of years ago.

The flora consists mostly of roots and fungi, although trees and flowers still exist. Some produce vitamin D, making them vital for animals and populations in regions without sunlight. In addition, Creezaiv has high oxygen levels, increasing the size of its fauna. These vary greatly, with some belonging to familiar classes native to Earth, such as reptiles, mammals, arthropods, mollusks, amphibians, and birds. However, new classes also emerged, such as the Harghas (descendants of mammals), Kurosahos (descendants of reptiles), Taahertá (descendants of insects), and others.
Many of these animals were domesticated by the natives for a multitude of reasons, whether for food, defense, or simply companionship. Above all, Creezaiv produced one intelligent and sentient species.

SCP-8395-A, or in their language “Chiedimas” (a word from an ancient language of a civilization that once ruled the dimension but collapsed thousands of years ago—“chie” meaning “people” and “dimas” meaning “us” or “our,” thus “chiedimas” means “our people”), are also called simply “chiees,” with the scientific name Geistus arthropodibus. They are a species of intelligent, sapient, bipedal arthropods. Tests and investigations of their genome and DNA, along with fossil record research, revealed that the Chiees evolved from ants or another hymenopteran that migrated through the portal, although their appearance resembles moths.

It is unknown how their ancestors ceased to be eusocial millions of years ago and instead became independent pack animals, no longer dependent on a single queen for reproduction. They originated on the continent of Liorta.

They are somewhat similar to humans: bipedal, walking on two legs and having two arms. In addition, they have small claws on their chest with no clear practical use, a vestigial trait that their species never fully lost.

On average, they are a few dozen centimeters taller than humans. Their neck, shoulders, and head are covered in hair and plumage that varies in color depending on ethnic group or genetics. Plumage can cover the entire body, but this is generally viewed as a lack of care or hygiene. They have four eyes, small vestigial horns with small with little functional use, an unsegmented chitinous exoskeleton, a softer secondary exoskeleton beneath it, and a proto-internal skeleton. Like humans, they have thumbs and four-fingered hands, and their feet have three toes.
Due to migration and adaptation, the chiedimas, like humans, also developed phenotypes after traits accumulated generation after generation.

The original phenotype is called Night-Plated, with a dark purple coloration with red pigments.
When the chiedimas reached regions with sunlight, their skin tone changed, losing the purple aspects and becoming more yellow—these are called Sun-Chasers.
In more arid regions, they became completely albino to better camouflage in the vast salt desert—these are called Arids.
Those who migrated to islands took on a greenish tone to better blend with vegetation—these are called Islanders.
Those in volcanic areas developed a red color and are known as Volcanics.
Those who never received sunlight became entirely black—these are called Deep-Kin.

There are no differences beyond coloration, which makes them more homogeneous than humans. While human phenotypes often carry physical traits (such as slanted eyes, for example), the chiedimas do not have any trait consistently associated with a specific phenotype.

The main difference in physical capabilities between humans and chiedimas is resilience. Chiedima resilience is superhuman; their chitin is very hard, serving as natural armor. Shots aimed at fortified regions will simply ricochet, and their pain response is less alarming, allowing them to fight longer before collapsing from shock.

However, humans can sweat and are far more athletic than chiedimas, while a chiedima must stop to pant, humans can continue without stopping, as sweat provides much faster and more efficient thermoregulation.

Despite being armored and larger, a chiedima is not stronger than a human. Human muscle fibers are more developed and stronger, meaning a human can easily overpower a chiedima.

The brain of the chiedimas is almost identical to that of humans, but with critical differences.
The greatest contrast is the absence of the concept of gender or sexual pleasure: their sexual chromosomes (XY) disappeared and were replaced by a Z chromosome. In other words, a chiedima is neither male nor female, yet they still reproduce asexually.

As a result, concepts such as romance, gender, or the nuclear family never developed or became completely different from the usual meaning. Non-platonic relationships are taboo and marginalized in almost all chiee cultures, making their society profoundly alien and difficult for humans to assimilate.

Discovery and Contact

SCP-8395 was first discovered by local farmers on [REDACTED] in 1964. The Foundation quickly took control of the situation, relocated the farmers, and established an outpost in the area, which would later become Area-7. From there, teams were deployed to cross the portal.

The first team consisted of dozens of Class-D personnel equipped with radios and basic gear. They managed to explore dozens upon dozens of kilometers, documenting the flora and fauna of Liorta, while sustaining some casualties from local predators. But this was child’s play compared to what came next: the D-Class were ambushed by natives. They were massacred by a small squad of only four SCP-8395-A instances, armed with rifles. The entire event was overheard via radio, alerting the Foundation that the portal was not only inhabited, but that its natives were aggressive and not human. This marked the Foundation’s first contact with an aggressive group of chiees, later designated as SCP-8395-AE.

The next expedition, carried out by Task Force Saci II only a few days later, was better prepared for the worst. When they returned to the site of the ambush, however, the area was completely cleared—no bodies, no blood, not even spent shell casings remained. Saci had little time to theorize what had happened, the Foundation was not the only group sending teams to investigate. A much larger, better-trained unit, bearing distinct symbols and armor, attacked Saci, during the clash, large green creatures equipped with rocket launchers joined the enemy ranks, these were designated SCP-8395-B. The creatures inflicted massive casualties on Saci, but thanks to superior numbers and the use of grenades, the Foundation managed to bring down the 8395-B instances. With their fall, the entire AR force collapsed, though they fought to the last bullet.

It was a pyrrhic victory, but a victory nonetheless. The Foundation not only secured corpses and equipment, but also managed to capture five individuals. All were wounded and designated 8395-A1 through A5, then transferred to a temporary base within SCP-8395. The prisoners showed no fear, remaining calm at all times.

During an interrogation with SCP-8395-A3, signs and drawings were used to attempt communication. Since the Foundation did not understand their language, gestures resembling human actions were tested, hoping that some overlap might exist across dimensions. For hours, A-3 said nothing, simply staring at the interrogators. Then they removed theirs helmet, seeming as if they were finally going to respond. Instead, they calmly walked to the wall and smashed their head against it with such force that his skull burst, covering the cell in blood. Following this incident, the prisoners were monitored constantly and relocated to padded asylum-style cells to prevent further events.

Interrogations proved entirely unproductive. SCP-8395-A1 died from a leg infection. SCP-8395-A4 was so gravely injured they could neither speak nor move his arms. The remaining two instances stayed silent, refusing to eat or drink even while severely malnourished and dehydrated—an act requiring extraordinary self-control. Guards were forced to feed them manually. They were not silent because they could not respond, nor because they did not understand. They were silent because they chose to be.

Among the recovered equipment were fragments of text and a small letter found in a soldier’s pocket. The words were written in an unknown alphabet and language. Determined to extract meaning, the Foundation employed SCP-2128. Hundreds of Class-D personnel were sacrificed in controlled burns while researchers tested phrases such as “The emblem on the armor means strength” or “The second word of the letter means love.” Dozens died just to confirm a single word or letter. After long trial and error, scientists managed to translate a phrase from the emblem: “DU Trrsima.”

Further analysis revealed that Trrsima was merely a name, with little significance beyond its first four letters. Medical supplies indicated that Trrs meant “organ.” DU could not be translated. After the deaths of 109 Class-D personnel, researchers concluded that D, and U likely had no equivalent in the alien language. They may have been an approximation, or perhaps a single alien glyph was being interpreted as a fusion of those three letters.
The letter itself was nearly fully translated. It appeared to be a set of orders:

“Operation Granite Fall.
Begin the search in the valley; the anomalies came from the south. They are unlikely to be alone.
The target is the nest, ship, portal, or whatever medium brought them here. If an instance of the anomaly is found, it must be neutralized and displayed. If one survives the encounter, it is the responsibility of Syltar-91 to handle it and transport it to the nearest outpost. Good luck.
Body un autlax unn pirhae Nation.
~Officer Bharrs.”

The unknown words between “body” and “nation” were only partially approximated based on other tests. Still, the letter revealed much: SCP-8395-AR was not merely a rogue unit but a structured army with hierarchy and allegiance to a Nation.

Soon after, Saci and the entire Foundation outpost inside SCP-8395 went dark. No messages were received. It became clear that SCP-8395-AR was responsible. Both missions had ended in heavy failure and loss, leaving the O5 Council reluctant to send more teams. With 8395-AR actively hunting Foundation forces, only small observation efforts were authorized. That is, until Saci reestablished contact by radio.

Saci reported that they had indeed been attacked and massacred by AR. Part of their force was captured, their camp dismantled. Yet during their transfer to an AR facility, the caravan was ambushed by another group of 8395-A. These assailants attacked AR with overwhelming fury, as if in vengeance. AR was caught off-guard and annihilated. As AG forces finished their slaughter, some soldiers entered the caravan, found the Foundation agents, freed them, and escorted them to their base.

This new faction, designated SCP-8395-AG, faced the same problem the Foundation had: no shared language. In a symbolic gesture, one AG soldier retrieved an AR armor piece, displayed its insignia, then shattered it with a knife in front of the agents. One Foundation operative then took the knife and struck the broken emblem again. Silence followed—but both sides understood: they shared the same enemy. An alliance between Task Force Saci and AG was formed.

AG also revealed they had salvaged the Foundation’s radio from the destroyed caravan. Together with Saci, they repaired it and re-established contact with the rest of the Foundation. Though wary of this new group, the Foundation recognized that AG offered the best chance of understanding the anomaly. For months, information was exchanged. During this period, AG instances closely observed radio transmissions and made gestures, such as drawing two hills connected by lines with an X. Foundation agents misinterpreted this, unsure if AG wanted them to end transmissions. One agent drew his own sketch, prompting an AG instance to shake its head in a strange dance. Unsure whether this meant yes or no, the agents displayed confusion. The AG instances then gave a thumbs up—a gesture they had apparently learned by observing humans.

Further cultural misunderstandings transpired. A smile, revealing teeth, was misconstrued as a threat. Instructing AG in the intricacies of Uno culminated in pandemonium when they misinterpreted the silence rule, persistently drawing the entire deck, as the gesture of silence held an antithetical connotation for chietaty. On one occasion, an instance offered a candy to an agent, which was intended for tongue placement rather than consumption; the agent narrowly avoided asphyxiation. Consequently, AG prohibited any further candy-sharing. An instance of AG endeavored to demonstrate respect by pressing mouths together—akin to a kiss. The human agent rebuffed this gesture, inadvertently causing profound offense to the instance. Subsequent explanations only served to exacerbate the confusion, as chiees possessed no understanding of romantic or sexual intimacy. The instance eventually retorted, “It would have been simpler if you had merely stated it was unhygienic.”

These incidents convinced both sides to focus on breaking the language barrier. Sessions began where agents pointed to their mouths, then to AG’s mouths, signaling spoken exchange. With anthropologists and linguists assisting from the Foundation’s side, progress accelerated. Both sides began learning words, then phrases, each breakthrough celebrated. Eventually, one AG member, designated AG-45, managed to learn basic English and participated in the first recorded radio interview.

Interview Log 8395-1

Researcher: It took three months, but finally one instance of SCP-8395-A has learned English. Could you identify yourself?

AG-45: My name is Therfu Vatyak, I’m leader of the 2TH Ranger Corp of the Ishpla people. I led the raid on the caravan that was holding your soldiers.

Researcher: Good, Therfu. Now tell me what you and your troop were doing prior to the attack.

AG-45: We were observing and following the enemy for weeks. Day and night, watching the Ruuboz patrol the borders. The attack on your base was hasty, unplanned. They were mobilized in burning time.

Researcher: Could you tell me who ordered you to stalk the unit, and where you were during the raid?

AG-45: Officer Pallone of the Holding Army. We watched them from the cliffs. First, we saw a pass perfect for an ambush, but they chose to go deeper into the valley. Soon, we saw a base alone on a hill. At first, we thought it was just a small house. It was far away, out in the open, so we chose to wait until the Ruuboz made a mistake.

Researcher: And how did you and your team react when you realized the base was controlled by us?

AG-45: Surprised. Intrigued. Of course, there were always rumors about Trrsima dealing with strange things—things that couldn’t be explained. But I thought those were just conspiracy tales to explain what a hidden organization was doing. When I was a larva, there were only stories about Outpost Seventeen, where they supposedly imprisoned aliens and ghosts. I never believed it. So you can imagine my face when I saw the base full of weird, hairless ape-people. It was surreal. I almost didn’t notice the slaughter below. We saw the aliens clearly, thrown out and trapped like animals, while soldiers searched and stole everything of value. That sight was common enough—except for the ape aliens.

Researcher: Interesting. What was your thought process after finishing the caravan?

AG-45: After the raid we gathered new weapons and realized the aliens were still alive. At first, we debated—some said to free them, others to kill them to draw suspicion. In the end we chose to bring them back to camp so the officer could decide. That’s how we became allies. We began working together. One soldier almost died after I gave him a candy. We tried to tell you not to call reinforcements, so the Ruuboz wouldn’t wipe us out. I barely learned an alien language and now I’m talking to you.

Researcher: Excellent. Now let’s stop talking about you. Tell me about SCP-8395-AG—your people.

AG-45: It’s… extensive. Thousands of years of history before we reached here. I don’t know much of it; I never studied because of the war. My job isn’t to study dead people. My job is to make people dead. Later, you can ask our professors once they learn your language.

Researcher: No, tell me what you do know—even if shallow or broken.

AG-45: We are not from here. We came from below, from the underground. Far deeper than I am now. Stone is divided into layers: the surface, high alveolus, grand alveolus, inner alveolus, and the carbon zone. We came from the inner one. Right now I am what, eight kilometers from the surface, at the edge of the high alveolus. The land we migrated from is two hundred kilometers down.

Researcher: When did this migration take place?

AG-45: Thousands of years ago. The first Ishplas didn’t even believe in the sun. We abandoned our cousins in the carbon zone to live on the surface. We built this land, conquered it, made it ours. This land is ours and always will be.

Researcher: Why did you migrate? Was it heat? Scarcity of food?

AG-45: From what I heard, it was because our cousins were too dumb. I don’t believe that, but I’m a layman. We can’t even ask them now—it’s lost to history.

Researcher: What happened?

AG-45: They drowned. An entire ocean fell on them. That same catastrophe pushed us into a dark age. We starved, resources were gone, and raiders and barbarians rose up. They were starving too. That’s why it was called the Starve War. It was hard, but we defeated them and stood again. More determined to defend the legacy of our ancestors than ever. Then the Commonwealth came. They ravaged our land, stripped us of any normalcy. When everyone attacked them, we joined in, and now we are mortal enemies. I do not know why they do this. We just act.

Researcher: You don’t know much about your own past, but what do you know about AE?

AG-45: Who?

Researcher: I believe you call them ”the Commonwealth”.

AG-45: Mey’klor? They are plague. They are locusts. They do not speak, they only kill. From what I know, they appeared from nowhere and hated us for counter-attacking. I can guess some things: there’s always a focus on six. Six arms, six weapons, six eyes. Their posters are full of it. Maybe they have six leaders. Or some other shit.

Researcher: That’s all you know?

AG-45: No. Sometimes they capture people and bring them to their camps. There, the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen happen. I don’t even want to describe it. They are divided into colonies and core. The colonies do everything the core doesn't care. Beware of the core. They’re like an ocean: the deeper you go, the worse it gets. I only put my feet in the water, and I saw things that didn’t even seem real. I don’t want to know what horrors the core holds.

(AG-45 begins trembling)

Researcher: What did you see?

AG-45: …

(AG-45 stares at the wall, wide-eyed, letting their paste ration fall to the floor.)

Researcher: Mx. Therfu?
AG-45: …

Researcher: Are you alright?

AG-45: …

Researcher: … I see. You don’t want to talk about this. Let’s end the interview here. We can restart later.

This was the first interview with SCP-8395. The interview revealed significant details. However, as other instances of SCP-8395-AG began to learn English fluently, books and recordings were shared with the Foundation instead of direct interviews, providing more intelligence about SCP-8395. This included the true names of SCP-AE and SCP-AR: the Cohort of the Mey’klor Commonwealth and the Organ of Reliable Intelligence and Logistics. Further information confirmed that AR is not an independent faction, but one of six “arms.” Each arm has its own function and task, though AG scholars did not know what role Trrsima played.
Based on its actions, its secrecy, and its tendency to refer to the Foundation itself as “the anomaly,” it is evident that SCP-8395-AR shares our same mission: to Secure, Contain, and Protect the anomalies that threaten its species.

The autopsy of SCP-8395-B was finally concluded, confirming anomalous properties within the entity.

SCP-8395-B is one of the anomalies weaponized by the Commonwealth. SCP-8395-AR, functioning as a counterpart to the Foundation, demonstrates no hesitation in exploiting anomalies for its own military gain, showing loyalty only to a single nation.

There is no certainty that AR does not possess anomalies of Keter or even Thaumiel classification. Should such entities be unleashed, the consequences for humanity would be catastrophic. The enemy will not hesitate, nor show mercy, in using them against us.

This revelation forced a complete reassessment of containment protocols regarding SCP-8395. The Foundation resolved to remain as discreet as possible, concealing the portal’s location at all costs. Unlike AR, we do not have the luxury of recklessness.

The first directive was the establishment of a secure route between the portal and AG. Both Foundation and Ishpla forces dispatched soldiers to clear, patrol, and fortify the path. Fortunately, no signs of AE or AR activity were encountered, suggesting they had regrouped after their prior defeats. The primary threats came from Liorta’s predators, which, while dangerous, were easily neutralized. With the path secure, a steady connection between the Foundation and AG was achieved, allowing for reinforcements and the construction of a defensive line.

This progress was achieved without drawing the attention of the Community, paving the way for the first espionage mission in SCP-8395’s history. With the assistance of Ishpla cartography, Agent 01-8395-HJ was deployed to infiltrate a frontier outpost. She maintained direct text-based communication with the Foundation throughout the mission.

AG provided valuable intelligence on an abandoned Community project: an extensive train and transport system originally designed along the ceilings of subterranean tunnels. Excavation along the floors proved too difficult due to water and air pockets, but the ceiling design caused frequent accidents when trains fell. Eventually, the project was abandoned and rebuilt along the bedrock, leaving the original “upper path” forgotten. This abandoned line, however, still stretched deep into Community territory, reaching even the National Nucleus, the capital.

The so-called “upper path” proved ideal for covert movement within Makerian territory. Agent 01 used it to approach what was believed to be the outpost mentioned in intercepted communications.

What she discovered was horrifying. The following are her transcribed reports, sent during the infiltration.

6:10 – 7/19/1962
“Just a glance from afar shows this post was built at the end of a railway line. This is literally the frontier.”

6:31 – 7/19/1962
“I finally got close. It will take several transmissions to describe everything I’ve seen.”

6:33 – 7/19/1962
“Firstly i am not the first human to set foot here. Remember the Class-Ds sent in early reconnaissance? I didn’t either—but I found them. Dozens. Alive.”

6:40 – 7/19/1962
“They must have wanted the opposite, VERY MUCH. They're either imprisoned, scarred, or used as labor. AKA slavery. If I'm allowed to suspect it, they were interrogated, and when they had nothing else to say, they decided to suck every last resource they could get. It coincides with what Ag-45 said about how merciless they are.”

6:42 – 7/19/1962
“Speaking of the chiedimas, I observed both AE and AR personnel, and SCP 8395-AE doesn't seem to discriminate against species, as it's not just humans in this situation; there are also chiedimas against them. I counted 3 purple ones, 2 black ones, 4 yellow ones, and 9 white ones. Unfortunately for AR, even if they knew the human language, the D-class were sedated before entering the anomaly. I applied it to one, all to prevent they from escaping. I hope they use the information from a bunch of sickos wisely.

6:44 – 7/19/1962
“This doesn't seem like the final destination. It's not a real prison, there´s just a cell to hold the prisioners. Since AR is just a foundation 2.0, the train must lead to other facilities. This outpost must be just for collecting new lunches for the heavy-class prisoners. Besides, it's hard to see much from the outside. I should go in there. I'm on the amnesiac they gave me. The stuff is so strong that just one pill will make me forget my name. If I don't answer, expect the worst.”

7:10 – 7/19/1962
“01 here. Found an open window. Someone’s getting fired for this.”

7:53 – 7/19/1962
“It’s a barracks. About twenty-four lockers. I found a duty roster too. AE is very organized shifts, techniques, routines, everything. They must use some artificial method to track time underground. Days here are defined by work cycles, not sunlight. I came at the perfect moment—this is leisure hour, the barracks are nearly empty. The roster also lists train schedules, confirming my suspicion: this place is only a transfer point. I’ll search further before forcing the lockers.”

8:00 – 7/19/1962
“Found a room. Just a table, chairs, and a trash bin. The bin is full of teeth. Both human and SCP-8395-A. Interrogation room. Will keep looking.”

8:33 – 7/19/1962
“The bin wasn’t just teeth. Fingers. Three tongues—one human. An eyeball. Worst of all, three human testicles mixed with scraps of flesh and hair. The Class-Ds have been here four months. Four months of this. Compared to this, the Foundation is a paradise. If they catch me, I’ll skip the amnestic and use the bullet instead.”

8:20 – 7/19/1962
“Peered through a vent into the kitchen. SCP-8395-B instances aren’t just soldiers—they work too. One was chopping meat and humming. It might have been almost cute if it wasn’t a chieedima’s corpse. Even an AE soldier seemed disgusted, asking if their meals had been human flesh. The B insisted no, but the AE called AR lunatics, saying they belonged in asylums. AR clearly has no issue with cannibalism. AE does.”

8:25 – 7/19/1962
“There was a window that gave a clear view of the courtyard, but what a hellish place! There's a cage labeled "Junior" with an animal in the center that looks like a dinosaur, but with feathers. Whether it's an anomaly or a natural animal, I don't know, but it's painted blood, with bones and skulls all over the room. The prisoners don't seem to do heavy labor or maintenance; the Bs do that. What the prisoners are being forced to do is clean the yard, dig graves for the lucky ones, gather things, and, of course, be food for Junior. He's actually the "main attraction," and I saw the show. A guard approached a prisoner and gave him an order. He was too far away for me to hear, but the poor guy's look of despair was obvious. The guard just pointed his gun at him, and he slowly entered the cage, his hands shaking. I didn't imagine Junior would be so big. He came out of the darkness and was the size of a bus. He lunged, spun, and threw his legs over the fence. The bastards were still laughing and forced the other prisoners to take what was left of their comrade and bury him. I'm going back to the barracks and getting out of here..”

8:30 – 7/19/1962
“Someone opened the door. They’re in the room.”

8:31 – 7/19/1962
“It’s the same soldier as before. He’s unarmed. My weapon’s ready. If this is the end—tell my family I love them.”

8:37 – 7/19/1962
“I did it! The idiot took off his helmet when he came in, that was his last mistake, he turned around and found himself with a pistol in his forehead, it couldn't even react before all went black, I'm alive!.”

8:40 – 7/19/1962
“The silencer was vital here. I carried the soldier's body into the darkness and checked his documents. For starters, he wasn't an ordinary soldier; he was the director himself. His name was Mhxa. I also found his dog tag, which is "67R301-W1T4." I also found the key to his locker. The number 5 is marked on the keychain, so that's his locker. This is it, after it I'm getting out of this hell.”

9:46 – 7/19/1962
“Good heavens, our lord Mhxa was apparently not a flower to smell. They had 43 letters hidden in the locker. Apparently, to leave the Gybra station, you need the director's permission. The letters mention that they knew going to this station would be a bad idea, leading me to theorize that Gybra is considered the worst facility to be stationed in. It's completely isolated and precarious. Many soldiers have simply disappeared without a trace. All the letters are either from family members asking what happened to their loved ones or letters from the soldiers themselves. Apparently, they don't know that the letters are taken and they are isolated from the rest of the world. There's a series of disappearances here, and Mrxe is involved. What happened to the soldiers? It wasn't the prisoners, that's for sure. The veterans at this post are so cartoonishly evil that I have no doubt that some of the bones in the cage belong to the missing. Maybe it's punishment, they discovered something they shouldn't have, or just for sport. Considering the presence of AR here, they may also be responsible. After the interview, I asked Therfu why they call them "ruuboz." They said it's because they act like completely cold and calculating robots. Their intel is real. They were the only ones who didn't react to the execution. They speak in a completely robotic and disciplined way, and they still have no problem committing cannibalism. There's something wrong with them, very wrong.”

9:51 – 7/19/1962
“Speaking of what was in the locker, besides the letters, there's a notebook talking about the same shit as the table—some kind of protein or chocolate that i will not try . And the worst of all. I found a necklace made of severed fingers. They shouldn't wear this. It's impossible. The fingers are both human and Chiedima. I won't confirm that the prisoners are missing a finger, but this maniac rips them off and collects them like a trophy. I don't even want to look at it. It's one thing to hate and abuse your prisoners, but making a necklace out of them is simply sickening. I can't take it anymore. I'm getting out of here. Lunch is already starting, so I'm not safe here anymore. I don't want to become another finger in this necklace. If you want my opinion on what to do, it would be to get a task force and raze this station to the ground until only ashes remain. I'm out of here.”

Thus ended the first investigation of Gybra. The site appears to function less as a prison and more as an interrogation and extermination center. What began as systematic questioning devolved into sadism, cruelty feeding upon itself until the staff reveled in it. History has seen such transformations before—soldiers numbed to atrocity until it becomes their nature.
Agent 01 disobeyed direct orders and disappeared for four days following extraction. When she returned, she was shaken beyond recognition. As punishment, her security clearance level was reduced.

In the following months, Foundation expeditions advanced deeper into SCP-8395, establishing contact with other factions such as AF, AT, and AB. AE remained relatively passive, dismissing the Foundation as a minor threat. That changed in 1967.

By then, the Foundation had become a whispered legend among Community civilians—strange ape-like figures glimpsed at the edges of vision, vanishing without trace. The Foundation sought intelligence on AE and AR, but quickly realized that, much like itself, the other factions knew little about them.

Escalating Tensions

The relative calm proved short-lived. In 1967, Mey’klor finished the Magnum war and could focus on minor threats. Slowly, AG was overwhelmed. Eventually, both the Foundation and Ishpla agreed that maintaining their position was untenable. The O5 Council demanded a mass migration of the population beyond the Commonwealth's reach.
No territory remained safe within Liorta. The only refuge lay beyond the anomaly itself—Earth. Yet resistance came not from the Foundation but from Ishpla itself. Their culture was built upon inheritance and survival, rooted in ancestral sacrifice. Millions had died to defend and secure their homeland. To abandon it, even now, was to spit on that sacrifice. The land was ruined, scarred, militarized, and barren, but it was still theirs. To retreat would not only dishonor their dead but also hand the enemy a victory.

Convincing them required something drastic. The Foundation and Ishpla leadership devised an operation centered on Ghhshaa—a ruined settlement under AG control. It would have been unremarkable, except that it was the last surviving city of the old war, a symbol of defiance and endurance. If Ghhshaa fell, it would demonstrate to the settlements that their resistance was no longer sustainable.

Thousands of AE soldiers advanced on the city, lured by decoys and guided by carefully placed charges. Panic spread instantly, and Ghhshaa’s inhabitants were evacuated, becoming the first to reach Area-8395-32. When the invaders breached the empty ruins, the bombs beneath the cavern detonated, collapsing the ground with the army falling to their deaths.

The ruse worked. With the enemy destroyed, the path to evacuation was clear. The Foundation argued that to die clinging to ancestral soil would betray the very legacy the Ishpla sought to protect. Slowly, most settlements relented. Yet the exodus itself carried enormous risk. To distract the Commonwealth, a simultaneous assault was planned. Thus began Operation Scalpel.

Eight Mobile Task Forces struck Gybra. Communications were severed, overwhelming the garrison. This assault concealed the operation’s true goal: the fall of Outpost 17, the largest forward base of the colonies and a with direct way to Gybra.

In the battle, the Foundation first encountered SCP-8395-C—anomalies capable of rendering themselves invisible. They comprised the first defensive line, inflicting severe losses before thermal imaging revealed their positions. When they fell, the outpost itself became the battleground. Despite determined resistance, the defenders were forced back. Within the complex, another horror awaited.

SCP-8395-D. These entities appeared decrepit and diseased, their bodies studded with spider-like eyes. Their frailty was deception. SCP-8395-D confirmed the O5 fears: a reality-altering anomaly weaponized by AR. Their ability to erase threats from existence, shrouding themselves in an invisible shield that nullified all attacks, marked them as Keter-level dangers.

Only three instances were present at Outpost 17, yet they annihilated two full Task Forces before weaknesses were discovered. The forehead and kidneys lay outside their protective field. Once exploited, these vulnerabilities were transmitted through Foundation comms, turning the tide. The outpost fell only after its final structures were demolished with explosives.

The victory brought spoils. Sixteen anomalies were secured, along with intelligence on Trrsima’s Reliable Intelligence and Logistics Bureau. Their prosthetic and AI technologies were decades ahead of humanity, including devices capable of shutting down the electromagnetic impulses of a brain—literally erasing an entity’s ability to move or think. These were controlled through ocular interfaces.

Trrsima also used a different classification system for anomalies, divided into Yuhr, Fikklra, and Raycor. Unlike the Foundation, which classified anomalies by containment difficulty, Trrsima judged them by instability. Four were Yuhr, seven Fikklra, and five Raycor. The categories were not straightforward: one Raycor entity, considered highly unstable, posed no threat at all beyond requiring constant medical care. Yet others, also Raycor, escaped during transfer and slaughtered Foundation personnel before being subdued. The danger lay in their intelligence and solidarity—several waited until they reached Earth before coordinating a joint escape to free their fellows.
Of the sixteen anomalies, eleven escaped. Most were recaptured quickly, but three remain at large even seventy years later, their trail marked only by destruction. When asked about the classification names, AG scholars explained that they derived from mythological creatures in their folklore.

The Foundation also discovered thirty-seven prisoners in the outpost’s lower levels, the Commonwealth’s equivalent of Class-D personnel. All had been stripped of memory; none could recall their names, origins, or how they were captured. Some bore crude prosthetics. Others were in trances, unresponsive. Fellow captives called them “stuffed,” a threat allegedly used by scientists against disobedience. The meaning remained unclear, but the terror it inspired was evident. While Gybra relied on torture, Trrsima relied on experiments. Anomalies could be “shut off,” increasing survival rates, but at the cost of mutilation.

On April 3rd, 1968, fifty-seven thousand AG refugees arrived at the newly established Site-32.

Site-32 is located in the Great Lakes region and a continent apart from Area-7, approximately [REDACTED] kilometers. The facility is among the largest in terms of sheer size, covering more than seventy-five kilometers, and it stands as one of the Foundation’s greatest fortresses. Its current population is 387,041, composed of both Chiedimas and humans.
When AG was first absorbed into the Foundation, Site-32 was little more than a refugee camp. The Foundation granted the chiee permission to build whatever they needed, assisting with both resources and labor. Over time, the site evolved into a self-sufficient settlement divided between surface structures and vast subterranean levels.
Despite its enormous staff and scale, Site-32 is one of the Foundation’s smaller sites in terms of anomaly containment. Since AG’s confederation with the Foundation, every resident is considered Foundation personnel. The underground urban complex reveals how the Chiedima design their cities.
An urban cluster in the center, factories, farms, mines, and other works surround the cluster, which is connected to other clusters by train lines. They are designed to be compact, requiring little time to get anywhere. As many employees have said, "it looks like an anthill," recalling their evolutionary origins, in which they unconsciously build to serve their family, like humans, who unconsciously designed the front of cars to resemble our faces.
One entire layer of the subterranean complex was left deliberately empty. This reflects Chiedima architectural practice: as a subterranean species, they are acutely aware of carbon dioxide settling into the deepest levels. They constructed chimneys and ventilation systems that channel the gas into this unused layer, leaving it to accumulate harmlessly.
Above this layer lies a narrow zone of cultivated oxidta plants, one of the oldest species of Creezaiv. These organisms can metabolize carbon dioxide, producing oxygen and fruit as a byproduct. Thriving in carbon-rich depths, they were domesticated by the chiee. Beyond neutralizing toxic gas, they provide food. Within the Foundation, debate continues over whether to introduce these plants to humanity for global benefit.
Surface grounds are used to raise livestock, both from Creezaiv and Earth.
The few anomalies contained at Site-32 are held more than three kilometers below the surface.
At the center stands the primary complex, similar to other Foundation installations. One major difference is the presence of a vast library and data servers, where professors preserve knowledge untainted by propaganda or bias.

Close contact with them allowed the Foundation to study their reproductive and social systems in detail. Chiee are strictly asexual, possessing neither male nor female sex, though vestiges of sexual reproduction remain in their biology. Gamete-producing organs exist above the pelvis connected to the urethra. Reproduction occurs when gametes are expelled into the air.
These gametes are both ovum and sperm, microscopic but highly mobile, remaining airborne for long periods. They emit signals that attract different groups of individuals. When groups meet, insemination occurs, and they select a secure location where the eggs—always laid in clutches—develop.
Chiee family structures differ profoundly from human ones. The core unit is not the individual but the household. Eggs incubated within a home are considered part of the family. Without a concept of paternity, chiee families resemble groups of cohabitating companions. In most cultures, the eldest house member serves as leader. Hospitality is a defining trait: eggs or individuals found outside a home are readily adopted.

Technology

In technological matters, Humanity and Chietaty excel in different domains. In AI, military armament, prosthetics, transportation, and the use of anomalous materials, Chietaty is decades—perhaps centuries—ahead. Humanity, however, holds superiority in communications, signals, general medicine, vehicles, and orbital technologies. In fact, Creezaiv had no knowledge of its own planetary shape until the Foundation deployed a satellite.

Creezaiv is a rocky world, the fifth planet in its system, lacking moons and orbiting a red dwarf. Whether its star is known to humanity—or even part of the Milky Way—remains unknown and requires further research.

Technological level varies according to faction, with AZ having the most advanced biological technology, AY having the most advanced AI and biomechanics, and AE having everything else. In the case of AE, things get complicated since it's unknown when non-anomalous technology begins and ends, and several parts are confusing and overly advanced, and nothing has been discovered even with reverse engineering. The most implicit aspect of this advancement is the weapons. AE's weapons are so advanced they seem to have come straight out of a science fiction novel. Cartridges and calibers capable of firing hundreds of bullets in seconds without losing power or accuracy, revolvers capable of penetrating and traversing steel walls, explosive and fragmented bullets, anti-material snipers and etc. The schematics for these weapons are highly desired by the Foundation, and any captured weapons must be placed in a series of stockpiles throughout the Foundation and must only be taken out for experiments or for use by the Foundation's elite. The only thing that is changed is the Mey'klor symbol, which is replaced with the Foundation's.

In terms of vehicles, humanity has an advantage. In fact, some of the vehicles used by the chiee are actually animals that they have tamed so masterfully that they can be controlled without error or problems. Not that it matters much because AE steals and use our vehicles as spoils of war. In addition, they reverse engineered and create their own more advanced and improved versions with anomalous technology, producing them in large quantities. Most of the tanks, helicopters, jeeps, and jets used by the chiedimas are copies or at least have an aspect taken from human designs.

The Commonwealth is infamous for its ability to appear and vanish rapidly without warning, using tunnels and even temporary portals. Reserved strictly for military use, this tactic, combined with their gray, spectral armor, earned them the nickname “Geist”—German for “specter.” This name seems to have stuck with AE who started referring to it with that name too, it's very likely that most AEs don't know what geist means and just think the name is cool and esoteric.

Industrial practices reveal another difference. Chiee designs are more polluting and hazardous than their human equivalents, reflecting their natural resilience to toxins that their human counterparts lack, in regions such as the core are so contaminated that a human could die upon entry. AE produces goods in enormous quantities, prioritizing mass production over quality. Over ninety percent of their energy comes from nuclear plants, supported by abundant uranium reserves and their resistance to radiation.

Concepts like a central, invisible communication network are still fantasy to Creezaiv. Internet and instant communication do not exist. All communications rely on thick physical cables, which can be easily severed.

Despite advanced AI and CPUs, most of their hardware is primitive compared to humanity’s. Graphics processors are rudimentary, storage inefficient, and RAM severely limited. Their breakthroughs lie in CPUs, motherboards, AI, and software—knowledge the Foundation reverse-engineered and disseminated through corporations such as OpenAI, distributing advances originally stolen from SCP-8395.

History

The history of SCP-8395 is as vast as that of humanity and will not be deeply detailed in this article. For a more comprehensive study with maps, nations, minor details and more context from such times, we suggest you to refer to the Site-80 archive’s.

The earliest preserved documents from the chiedimas show that since the beginning—ever since the first Chiee managed to speak a word—war has been their primary focus.

In short: the Chiedim discovered fire 300,000 years ago, and together with animal domestication they managed to colonize the entire dimension in the Stone Age. Around 60,000 years ago they discovered agriculture, the Age of the Sickle began, and the first civilizations emerged in fertile regions. It ended about 21,000 years ago when iron and steel were used and the first truly bloody conflicts began.
All of this collapsed 10,000 years ago with the invention of gunpowder. The dimension entered an Armageddon era with seven global-scale wars fought in rapid succession, devastating the planet and nearly wiping out their nations multiple times, only for them to recover for a few decades before plunging back into total war. Each war killed hundreds of millions. The first three were called the Tisshae Wars, during which their empire was slowly weakened until it lost global leadership, leading to the “Inter-Peace Period,” which still saw brutal wars. The bloodiest part of the era came right after, essentially a total war of everyone against everyone—there was no hour without attacks, sieges, battles, bombings, or massacres. The reasons varied: resources, power, retaliation, or simply war for war’s sake. These wars nearly drove the chietaty to extinction multiple times. The last of them was called “Peace,” and it was by far the bloodiest, with WMDs used extensively—thousands of nuclear, biological, and chemical warheads launched across the planet, killing four billion people.
It was called “Peace” because shortly after, 6,000 years ago, an industrial revolution began, rapidly industrializing the entire dimension. Nations stopped fighting on the same scale as before, wars became less bloody, treaties ended millennia-long rivalries, and a new enlightened era of technological and artistic progress arose. Population and quality of life grew as more resources were needed to fuel industry, and war ceased to be the central focus. The Chietaty prospered for centuries—but it would not last.

The greatest environmental disaster in their history occurred. Creezaiv did not always have only one ocean; there once was the Crystalis Ocean, lying between Liorta and Aukeya, with the most active and developed region in the world. To fuel their growth, the chiedimas built a massive project: a colossal dam, more than 300,000 kilometer long, able to power the entire planet within hours. Its name was lost, but what was once the chietaty’s greatest achievement created its darkest age.
For reasons still unknown, the dam literally broke and bifurcated at the deepest connection of the ocean, draining the waters into Creezaiv’s lower layers, leaving behind a dry, inhospitable seabed called the “Dry Souls.” The ecological impact is beyond imagination: millions of species went extinct, rivers dried, the humid air belt disappeared, jungles and forests shrank and withered. Worst of all was the collapse of the chiedima themselves—the global economy crashed, water, food, and energy became scarce, nearly every civilization declined or perished, and one in four chiee died. This ushered in an age of ignorance, lasting from 4,000 to 2,400 years ago: famine was constant, cannibalism returned, wars over resources erupted, and racism and prejudice reached levels never seen before. Populations far from the Crystalis Ocean suffered economic and social crises, but some survived intact.

For two centuries, there were efforts to reclaim lost territories. Both surviving natives and foreigners tried to rebuild the cradle of their species. But Liorta became a chaotic land plagued by warlords, who not only fought each other for power but expelled or killed foreigners and non-Night-Plates, justifying their xenophobia as vengeance for millennia of betrayal by the “colorless.”
About 2,300 years ago, what would become the Cohort of the Mey’klor Commonwealth was born.

Forty years later, the Age of Ignorance ended and the Age of Reclamation began, lasting a thousand years. In this time, all technological regression was reversed, destroyed nations revived, and the catastrophe’s impact was nearly undone. But this also brought brutal new wars as nations like AE, AW, AT, and AH rose. When it ended, all territories Mey’klor conquered became its nucleus.

About 1,300 years ago came the Age of the Tide, marked by colonization and the return of world-scale conflicts. In this era, Mey’klor became a true superpower, threatening the whole planet. These wars saw heavy use of WMDs, creating many uninhabitable zones through chemical, biological, and nuclear weapons, severely damaging the environment and population. This era ended 790 years ago, when a war so vast it became its own era began.
The Magnum War erupted after several nations formed a supranational military alliance to oppose AE. AE and its allies resisted the initial strike, but the war escalated until the entire planet was fighting. It lasted over 748 years with tens of billions of casualties. The Foundation appeared in the “final years” of the war—though technically and practically it is still ongoing. Only a ceasefire was signed, and AE and AZ continue to fight on a smaller scale.

Today, what could be called the “golden age of military power” is underway—for reasons that will be addressed later.

Later Years and the Different Nations

After establishing Area-32, the Foundation experienced another lull in direct conflict with AE, taking the chance to build several outposts and facilities within 8395. These bases are always hidden from native eyes unless located in friendly territory, ranging from tiny stations with a few staff to posts with tens of thousands of humans. This allowed much broader contact with and study of other factions of this world: some peaceful, some neutral, and some hostile.

To say Creezaiv is living through a violent era is an understatement. Unlike humans—where most nations today are not at war—every single nation here is in a constant state of warfare, fighting one another endlessly, with no part of the planet free from conflict.

AT. Neutral.

SCP-8395-AT, known as the Tisshae Horde, is a bundle of multiple military juntas organized in a feudal like system based in southern Aukeya. The Tisshi people had a barbaric, harsh past, living in the Great Salt Desert, enduring constant famine and droughts. They were forced to raid to survive. Seven tribes made a pact not to fight each other, and together they launched invasions that devastated Creezaiv.

With innovations such as the composite bow and the domestication of gassimps, they invaded across the globe, conquering all of Aukeya and establishing colonies in Pilgram and Liorta. For centuries, the aukans tried to reclaim their lands but failed. With no external enemies, the tribes—now turned empires with separate governments—turned against each other over trade routes, throne successions, divergent customs and religions, and betrayals. Centuries of civil wars weakened them, and when the aukans returned with the first firearms, after much blood the Horde was expelled from Aukeya returning to their home land and their colonies gained independence.
Back home, they restructured their society, abandoning theocracy and rifles for democracy and peace. A cultural and industrial revolution followed, making them one of the world’s largest powers, noted for pacifism and neutrality during the Armageddon Era. Through four global wars, they remained neutral, prospering in their desert lands.

But the Crystalis catastrophe ruined them. They lost resources, creating instability, and elections became increasingly bitter. Fearing civil war, parliament dissolved the nation into independent states united in an alliance, each free to govern as it wished but bound in mutual support. Lands were divided among monarchists, militarists, anarchists,fascists, socialists, conservatives, and liberals, with the capital Armzreg declared neutral.

Despite ideological differences, peace held—until the Aukans demonstrated their resolve by bombing Armzreg with chemical weapons as punishment for being neutral, shattering cohesion. The alliance collapsed for 80 years, until the Tisshis reclaimed and cleansed their capital, beginning reunification. They embraced a reformed, militarized constitutional feudalism. In this “enlightened” feudalism, they launched new invasions, though they it only needed little force—colonizing deserts, the Dry Souls, and wastelands poisoned by chemical and nuclear war. They not only survived in dead lands but thrived.

Over millennia, they raided and invaded, reverse-engineering AE technology to build their own industry, especially military. The Tisshae artisans forged weapons and armor regarded by the Foundation as some of the best ever seen, far superior to Mey’klor’s mass-produced equipment. AT bombardiers are among the best-trained, best-equipped soldiers the Foundation has encountered, outmatching AE bombardiers.

Relations with the Foundation are complicated. The Horde views humans as just another people and do not treat them differently even with our xeno nature. We’ve allied many times, such as in Operation Scalpel, but also fought many times. Due to their developed marksmanship skills, AT is by far the faction that finds the most hidden Foundation bases and whenever they find one, they invade it and steal supplies. The Foundation goes through the same problem with AE in this regard because the Horde has billions of inhabitants and an army in the tens of millions, so the Foundation does not have the strength to really punish them, but AT forgives attacks made by the Foundation on their camps because it would be hypocritical.

Since AT weapons are so advanced and they have knowledge of how to make the weapons used by AE even without access to anomalous material, the Foundation often buys these weapons, but AT refuses to give them the recipe for this equipment because, according to them, they are not stupid and they know that if they give the secrets the Foundation will never buy from them again.
AT is one of the most combative factions of SCP-8395. Whenever they encounter another faction, battle follows—raids and conquests hitting everyone. They treat the Foundation no differently from others.

AF. Hostile.

AF is a broad term for gangs, clans, cults, and militias that once belonged to AE but left for one reason or another. Some are rebels; others are persecuted groups such as neurodivergents, non-night-plates, religious groups, lovers, and so on. They are called the Shattered, classified as AF-1, AF-2, etc. The Foundation has documented 729 distinct AF groups. Though they theoretically share a common enemy, AF groups are almost always hostile, often due to their indoctrination under AE propaganda or other motives.

Because they are rebels with divergent ideologies, AF groups frequently fight each other. The most notable include:
[AF-210]: The Bedbugs, descendants of neurodivergents and outcasts who escaped persecution and impalement. They live nomadically in the Upper Path, always following whoever they deem the wisest. Having lived there for generations, they know the terrain by heart and launch ambushes and raids against intruders. They are exceptional trappers and wicket hunters.
[AF-36]: The Blue Command, a former AE army brigade now based in the Northern Archipelago, constantly besieging Foundation facilities.
[AF-666]: One of the most intriguing. The Cult of the Red Veil worships the Scarlet King. How this cult began is unknown, but since the Commonwealth punishes any religion with death, their hatred only grew stronger for a group devoted to pure evil. Led by their Scarlet Archon—an insane shaman who, after countless sacrifices, received some gifts from the King—they have won many battles against both the Foundation and Mey’klor, even when outnumbered and outgunned. They captured a Foundation facility, now their capital. Recently, the Archon seems to have received orders from the King or one of his lieutenants: his army, beasts, and artillery are massing near the portal. Though no attack has yet come, the threat is clear. They may break through and overrun Area-7. The Foundation has demanded the Archon’s head many times, but without success.

AH. Ally

The Union of Temple-Cities of Krhoski is one of the oldest civilizations in Creezaiv. Settled in the volcanic heart of Aukeya, the Kroskoris were among the first peoples to discover agriculture, building their homes among the crater lakes of the Krhoski Mountains.

Their civilization thrived, advancing in mathematics, architecture, and especially writing. With obsidian weapons, they conquered the surrounding mountains and unified the land under Emperor Gullak II the Elder. Gullak recorded his life in a great book — journeys, discoveries, and calculations — as his legacy. His final project was a grand temple and royal necropolis. At the dedication, he stepped forward and sacrificed himself, forever shaping Kroskori faith.
This moment birthed a tradition: sacrifices offered to their god, and the keeping of “books of life,” at first by nobles, then by commoners.

Four generations later came Emperor Jigrea the Faithful, once a priest before the throne fell upon them after their brother’s death at the hands of Tisshae raiders. Jigrea spent little time governing; instead, they prayed and pursued spiritual journeys. In visions beneath the royal palace, Jigrea discovered vast caverns housing an ancient slumbering god. The entity’s dreams bled into Khoskori minds, inspiring a religion. After communing with the being, Jigrea emerged as the first jarrator-priest, performing miracles: healing grievous wounds, even restoring life.

SCP-8395-AH-0, a thaumiel-class entity beneath the Temple of a Thousand Roses. Though dormant, it sends dreams featuring a “Green Lord,” a benevolent guide who warns, teaches, and encourages. Alongside the Green Lord stands the greater “Divinity,” creator of all things. The Divinity, however, made a perfect world too effortlessly, leaving chiee lazy and careless, until the Monster — embodiment of nightmares — slipped in and ruined it. The Divinity banished chiee to Creezaiv, where only through work, honor, and growth could they hope to return to paradise.

Thus, for Kroskoris, sleep is sacred. Laziness and negligence are sins that invite the Monster into one’s soul, along with gluttony, ignorance, hatred, and envy. Nightmares are warnings of its corruption.

AH-0 cannot be relocated or tested; to touch it would be blasphemy. Still, its influence is vast: the religion, dubbed “Sokornism” by the Foundation, is Creezaiv’s most widespread faith, followed by nearly 20% of the 42 billion chiee. The Commonwealth, however, bans religion entirely.
Jarratores are warrior-priests who manipulate living cells, healing wounds or reviving the dead (within 30 minutes). Each act blackens their arms until they wither and fall off — seen not as loss but as sacred proof of sacrifice. On the battlefield, they serve as healers, often giving their own limbs for others’ lives.

Jigrea codified these revelations into holy scripture, then was sacrificed like their ancestor. In the centuries that followed, AH grew into a powerful empire, spreading their language and script across Creezaiv. The very word “chiee” derives from ancient Kroskori, meaning “our people.”
They nearly perished in the Armageddon Era under relentless Tisshae invasions. The Temple of a Thousand Roses withstood a 33-month siege, defended by 3,400 jarratores. When the army returned, they found only 40 survivors among mountains of enemy corpses, still praying calmly. AH recovered, flourished during the industrial revolution, and survived the Cristalis Catastrophe untouched — their volcano-powered economy and self-sufficiency spared them collapse. While others starved, they prospered, expanding through alliances and marriages instead of conquest.
Yet schism struck: some jarratores abandoned worship of the Divinity, venerating only the Green Lord, whose presence was undeniable. Civil war erupted; the traditionalists prevailed, while the otelarists seceded to form their own state, later joining AZ. The conflict left AH weakened, losing lands to AE.

When the Magnum War began, AH sided with the coalition, though never fully joining DAIG. Later, when the Foundation arrived, AH greeted them with reverence. The contact with the Foundation intrigued them to the core, they were aliens so they didn't make the first mistake. Much of their religion is based on redeeming themselves for the sin of their ancestors by letting the Monster into paradise, but humans didn't let the monster in and so they didn't make the first mistake, making them purer, more innocent, worthy and wiser than the chiee, worthy of honor, sacrifice and admiration. As a result, is the duty of every sokornist to defend and respect these beings, when fighting together kroskoris defends human with their lives, often throwing themselves into enemy fire to shield them and prioritizing them for medical aid. Over wall every sector of their society is fascinated by humans in one way or another. So they do not only let the Foundation establish bases in their territory but also see these bases as temples and defend them with zealotry, the biggest site in mainland creezaiv, Site-1004, is built directly above the Temple of a Thousand Roses, is sacred ground, protected jointly by AH and the Foundation.Technologically, AH reproduces some AE weapons, like Hydra revolvers and Venomshots they share such advances openly with the Foundation.

AW. Neutral

The Gibbom Alliance arose from the poisoned ruins of war. Native to the Gibbom archipelago, the archipelago holded great industrial and civilian value in the industrial age until it was devastated with WMODS by the commonwealth 2200 years ago, Gibboneses were twisted by centuries of chemical, nuclear, and biological warfare, becoming mutants both in body and mind.
They rationalized everything as a jump in evolution so they want to pass these mutants and get more mutations, their absolute monarchy divides society into rigid biological castes, forged by both selective breeding and bioengineering — sometimes using stolen AZ biotech. Over millennia, they diverged so far that many question whether they remain the same species as other arthropodic chiee.

The worker caste became hunched, robust and winged, the warrior caste raised two arms blades in their elbow have a dozen eyes and are as strong as apes, the engineers have 4 arms and 1 tail that acts as one 7 fingers and poor eyesight but excellent dexterity, the diver caste grow grills to breath in water and have tentacles and a beak, the mariner caste is scaled like lizards and can semi-conscious sleep like dolphins and the leader caste who are a blend of all the others but more stable and embodying the ideia of superiority of the Gibboneses as their perfect being is one with all the others life forms inside it.

The Gibboneses are salvagers, pirates, and slavers. They raid ships, loot everything of value, and enslave crews to sell or use in gruesome rituals to collect their genes. The Foundation has often had to ransom its personnel back. Protocol on sighting AW ships is caution: their holds often contain lost technologies sold cheaply in bizarre trades — for example, three Class-Ds for an AE weapon scavenged from a derelict. The Gibboneses later stuffing them and reselling the humans at a higher price.

Most factions despise AW for their piracy and slavery. Only the Foundation and the Commonwealth find use in their talents, relying on them to recover lost technologies from the deep.

AX. Hostile

A vassal state of Mey’klor, the Vysmos Protectorate is one of AE’s only allies. Their main task is to produce prosthetics and to stuff the Commonwealth’s slaves. Yet, despite their servitude, they created several revolutionary technologies, including AI, bionic prosthetics, and electrical power.
Vysmos was born from a migration of Liorto peoples to the north. For millennia they prospered and spread their civilization — until tragedy struck. After the Kroskori defeated the Horde, they held a great celebration and sacrifice to the Divinity. The entire Vysma civilization stood nearby, and they were chosen. In a lightning campaign the Kroskori conquered the land and sacrificed nearly two million, wiping out 98% of their people in a single day. It took millennia to recover. By the industrial age, they finally revived, creating their own version of Silicon Valley, producing the first computers, AIs, and electric power. Trade gave them great wealth, but the Cristalis Catastrophe nearly destroyed them. Even far from the ocean, they still depended on its resources. When those were cut off, their economy collapsed.

To recycle resources and acquire new workers, AX developed the process of stuffing. A victim is lobotomized, their brain turned into a processor, and their body stripped of parts to be replaced with prosthetics or implants. The result is a cyborg slave without free will. Prisoners, asylum residents, or anyone who inconvenienced AW were sent to stuffing stations, caged like animals awaiting mutilation until they became “useful” to society. Eventually, when victims ran out, AX turned on their own citizens — accusing innocents of crimes, kidnapping, and enslaving them. A deeply ableist state, they spread the idea: “a disease of the body is a thousand times better than one of the mind.” Anyone neurodivergent was stuffed. With their ultranihilistic atheism, religious followers were branded mentally ill and stuffed as well. Captured non-night-plated chiee were declared inferior and stuffed to “make them rational.”

Their reign of terror nearly ended when AH launched a brutal campaign, calling stuffing blasphemy and an unforgivable crime. Once again the Kroskori nearly exterminated them, killing a quarter of Vysma’s population in a single day. City after city was destroyed until AX’s last defenses were collapsing. Then AE appeared, and AX swore loyalty in exchange for rescue. AE accepted, and AX embraced their rule, seeing the Makerians — also night-plated — as rational kin. Their prejudices aligned, though AE was only slightly less racist. Stuffing spread widely.

In the centuries that followed, AX became AE’s specialist in stuffing and advanced technology, considered by the Commonwealth as an ideal example of a “pure society.” Through all wars AX remained one of Mey’klor’s only surviving allies. During the Magnum War, they endured. The arrival of humans opened their eyes: humans are stronger, easier to breed, and thus the perfect next raw material for stuffing.

AZ. Ally

The Democratic Aggregate of Independent Governments, or DAIG, also known as the Skulls, is a nation born from the Magnum War and the Commonwealth’s greatest rival. Dominating nearly the entire tropical continent of Pilgram, they maintain a lukewarm alliance with the Foundation.

They are a federation of 19 hyper-militaristic republics, with Velgros as primus inter pares. The capital Yyikouy hosts their congress and presidency. In practice, most states within the Aggregate were conquered; Velgros acts as a metropolis ruling over colonies. The four founders — Velgros, Kajhra, Ostila, and Carmmea — share a long history that shaped the union.

Their ancestors were Indo-Pilgrameses, seafaring peoples who migrated 30,000 years ago. Over time they turned green to camouflage in the jungle and built isolated kingdoms. Velgrata rose in the Scythe Age, dominating the coast with iron weaponry and enslaving rivals. Klar’s tribes were cannibals, Xisco’s republic defended its island with knightly orders, Tivros’ river tribes bred animals and thrived rurally, while the Carmmin Fortresses isolated themselves in the mountains. All fought constantly until the Tisshae arrived with firearms, conquering Pilgram easily. The colonization that followed became known as the “Time of Humiliation.” The Tisshae and other nations partitioned Pilgram at the Temple of Roses Conference, treating natives with brutality. From this Velgros emerged as a colony from the klar tribe.

After 80 years of building strength and exploiting global conflict, revolution erupted. Pilgram’s peoples seized independence, creating nations like Velgros, Kajhra, and Carmmea.

Idealism faded quickly as old hatreds resurfaced. Wars followed. Velgros was devastated eight times, reduced to ruins before rebuilding again and again. After endless cycles of destruction, the Pilgrameses began to unify once more. But then the Cristalis Catastrophe struck, crippling their economy, drying the western jungles, and killing millions. Yet compared to the world, Pilgram survived in relatively good shape.

Afterward, Pilgram gained global importance as one of the few regions not utterly destroyed. By the Tide Era, a new Carmmean culture emerged: the Biollors, artist-engineers manipulating living matter to craft bio-vehicles and weapons. Their innovations drew government backing, laying the roots of AZ’s infamous biotech.

For centuries Pilgram prospered, while AE grew dangerously powerful. When AE’s atrocities — including stuffing — became known, outrage grew. The final straw was AE’s invasion of Ostila, a Kroskori splinter state. A paramilitary group, the Wings of Freedom, rose to defend it, and soon gained government support. Mey’klor could no longer be ignored. The Aggregate was born: Velgros, Carmmea, Kajhra, and Ostila joined first, soon followed by Pertral, Gorsnou, Dairus, and Jaime. A federalist government formed, balancing autonomy with central unity.
They prepared for war. Biollors received vast funding to create supersoldiers, bio-WMDs, and living warships. For a banner, they chose skulls — a universal symbol, shared by all races, religions, and cultures, meant to intimidate and unify.

In 1180, the Magnum War began — Creezaiv’s greatest conflict, burning for 800 years. Billions died, cities were leveled, technology stagnated. Both AE and AZ reached deep into each other’s hearts, laying siege to the National Core and Yyikouy alike. If not for the war, chietaty might have perfected portal technology and advanced to a interplanetary civilization.

When it finally ended in 1967, a ceasefire left AZ stronger, with more member states. They soon made contact with the Foundation, promising not to expose or destroy its bases. Still, Foundation presence in Aukeya sparked campaigns by AE that killed thousands of AZ civilians.

Relations between AZ and the Foundation are strained. Though AZ provides supplies and support against AE, thre’s this hidden disgust. AZ sees the Foundation as only slightly better than Trrsima. The Democratic Aggregate of Independent Governments sees the Foundation as only slightly better than Trrsima, AZ's ideology that every sapient being, be they chiedima, alien or anomaly, deserves freedom and dignity seems to be responsible for this, AZ thinks that the Foundation is not one of the biggest adherents of this idea.

Tensions peaked in 1971, when AZ annexed northern Aukeya, where many Foundation sites lay. An anomaly escaped and massacred thousands in Gorsnou, souring public opinion. Under pressure, AZ demanded compensation: the right to establish a settlement on Earth. The Foundation faced an impossible choice: accept or risk war on two fronts against AE and AZ. The O5 Council relented, allowing a base in Antarctica, 6 kilometers underground. Called Rearta, it now houses 5 million citizens, fully self-sufficient. Relations improved; AZ began sharing more intelligence and aid.
Still, AZ is fiercely imperialistic, invading nations under the banner of “freedom and democracy.”

They hypocritically experiment on AE’s geists, dismissing them as sub-animal after all they had done.

Carmmea, home to the most important laboratories and breeding grounds in the Cluster.
Kajhra, economic and commercial powerhouse.
Ostila, fanatical followers of democracy, produce the good soldiers and have the largest fortresses.
Mushpoe, an Auken nation that resisted to the end, provides the oil needed for bombs and te. A warrior people with a long history of carnage and explosives, to this day there are separatist movements fighting for their independence and is one of the most industrialized states.
Gorsnou, one of the Auken nations that remained united with DAIG, is essential for the annexation of other nations, and is essential steel miners.
Dairus, a city-state located in the southern archipelago, contains the most important shipyards in the cluster, despite having been attacked and devastated multiple times due to its proximity to AE and Aukeya.
Wyvern, a nation that was a once supercluster of over 60 huge Foundation bases, before being devastated by AT of the 60,000 only 8,000 personnel survived and were forced to escape to DAIG who gave them a small piece of land in Pilgram to rebuild and has thrived ever since using cloning and breeding programs to expand their numbers having today 400,000 humans.
Poskoro is a newly founded colony that became a giant training ground for super soldiers, with a militaristic population.
Hivvos is one of the Pilgram countries that contributes copper and concrete, and also has the largest and most secret laboratories hidden there.
Pertral is the main provider of food, new materials, and test subjects for genetic experiments.
Cybros is the main front with Mey'klor, with reinforcements from both sides arriving monthly. It has an industry that hunts down and scraps fallen bombs to aid the war effort. It's not a good place to live.
Jaime is one of the industrial heartlands of the cluster and the homeland of the Thimera.

AG. Ally.

The Ishplas are one of the oldest peoples of Creezaiv, having originated at the dawn of the Scythe Age. They migrated from the inner alveolus some fifteen thousand years ago, carrying with them a legacy shaped by both isolation and adaptation. Their most remote origins are lost in time, but it is known that, as a deep-kin people, they built their first civilization in the depths of the planet. There they learned to domesticate grifs and abromavincis and developed technologies capable of sustaining life in regions where few others could survive.

The ancient Ishplas lived in isolated city-states defined by extreme tribalism. Rivalries were so fierce that citizens of one city were rarely welcome in another, fueling constant hostility. This fragmented model eventually drove them to abandon the underground and migrate to the surface. Once settled above, they founded centers such as Ghhshaa, Kosporo, Bizzka, and Ishmer, each with its own form of government, ranging from republics to monarchies.

In this new environment, their contact with the land inspired a unique religion: Terribism. Its worship centered on Vigath, “the Boulder,” a deity embodying the earth itself. To the Ishplas, the entire world was a temple, and there was no need for constructed shrines. Death was seen as a return to ashes, a merging of the spirit with the soil that had nurtured them. To pollute the land was to commit blasphemy against both the deity and the ancestors.

Despite cultural and linguistic differences, the Ishplas managed to establish diplomatic ties with neighboring peoples, allowing them to flourish on the surface. Still, internal conflicts were common. The city-states warred among themselves both for power and for different interpretations of Terribism, with historic rivalries such as that between Kosporo, more pacifist and intellectual, and Bizzka, hyper-militarized and expansionist. This fragmentation only ceased when the Tisshae threatened colonization, forcing the Ishplas to unite their militias and resist. After victory, they founded a federal union, choosing Kosporo as their capital.

In the following centuries, they remained relatively peaceful, taking part in the defense of Aukeya against expansionist enemies, though unable to prevent the final defeat of the Aukans.

This era of peace ended with the discovery of the atomic process. The transition from fossil fuels to uranium reshaped the global economy. Nations rich in uranium deposits, such as Gorsnou, Velgros, Kajhra, and Ishplah itself, ascended overnight as economic superpowers. Traditional empires like Tisshae and Mushpoe collapsed into recession. The race for resources unleashed devastating wars, killing hundreds of millions. As waves of refugees poured into Ishplah, the nation became a cultural and ethnic mosaic. Diversity strengthened their economy but also bred social tensions, with protests, xenophobia, and political violence erupting across the land.

Over time, industrialization and a cultural revolution eased these crises, ushering in a golden age. International trade flourished, and Ishplah integrated into the global supply network. But stability was shattered by the Crystalis catastrophe. Beyond the collapse of intellectual life it caused, the event annihilated the ancient subterranean Ishplas, drowned when the oceans fell upon their cities. Famine, corruption among the elites, and civil war hollowed the nation, giving rise to a new interpretation of Terribism.

The Neo-Terribists saw life as an eternal cycle of war. To them, all beings were born to fight, and the industrial peace had been a deviation punished by the gods. The earth was no longer a sacred temple but the legacy of generations who had fought and died upon it. This hardened worldview carried the population to victory over raiders and enemies, but scarred them forever.
Soon after, the rise of the Zafitra Commonwealth brought new conflict. Ishplah was drawn into war against a far stronger enemy, forced to adopt guerrilla tactics and abandon its old principles. From then on, Ishpla culture revolved around martial law. Education and science were sacrificed for survival, and only those unfit to fight could serve as intellectuals.

Though they won hard-fought victories, such as in the First Ishplah-Zafitra War, the people never returned to normalcy. The destruction of Kosporo by the Horde and the collapse of the central government forced them into a decentralized structure. They sought alliances with factions hostile to the Community but rarely escaped misery. Still, they gained a reputation as infamous guerrillas during the Magnum War, sending brigades that struck deep into enemy territory.

The response of the AE was brutal: entire cities razed, citizens impaled and enslaved, and the nation reduced to scattered survivors. Only the intervention of the Foundation spared them from extinction, launching a great migration to Earth, where they remain to this day.

Among the old generations, culture is marked by trauma and the habits of endless war. Many behave like ex-prisoners, unable to adapt to normal life. The younger generations, raised among humans, tend instead to embrace a hybrid identity, often abandoning Terribism altogether.

AE. Hostile.

This is the part most were searching for, even more now in this miserable september. The Cohort of the Mey’klor Commonwealth are the enigmatic rulers of much of the planet, a materialist union of different branches of government, each with its own power. Little is known about their origins or who truly commands it all.

All of Mey’klor’s civilization and government come from a single source, the drop of ink that spread like a plague: Zafitra. In fact, Mey’klor is a translation of Zafitra. In old Thereo, “zafe” means hive and “trar” means high, so Zafitra means “high hive.” In Velgronise this became Mey’klor.

Much of their history comes from their own mouths, and we cannot trust it in good faith, as this government is infamous for propaganda and book burnings. There is a reason AG’s teachers defend their partial material with their lives, so be skeptical of what will be shown next.
The first records of Zafitra date to the Metal Age, at that time just a house with a few herds of frakrapras. The owner and his family managed to breed new races of vipilans that fattened more easily, becoming rich and soon buying a new luxurious estate, leaving the Zafitra farm in the hands of an old man.

We know this thanks to a very old pot. The Thereo wrote on pots, and one was found in which another farmer complained he had been cheated by this old man. After that accusation, nothing more was heard for thousands of years. The territory was later under the new Thereo kingdom, which heavily exploited farmers, so Zafitra may have suffered from that.

Zafitra would only truly become a city after the fall of the Thereo empire, when the land was left to Tisshi and Aukan colonists. The position of the farm was chosen as a storage point by the Aukan, who turned it into one. At first only one family lived there, then others came, and in the end it became a quiet village. For centuries they were nothing, until the provisional government of the Thereo republic fled and conquered a nearby city, taking control of Zafitra and transforming it into an information bank. Even after the republic’s end, Zafitra developed greatly, reaching 80,000 people, only to be bombed by a chemical weapon during the Armageddon Age and abandoned.
For millennia Zafitra remained the poisoned city, only returning in the Industrial Age when minimal resettlement began, though entire districts stayed abandoned due to lingering toxins. In the Age of Ignorance, a refugee crisis created camps around the city, which were soon assimilated, making Zafitra the only important settlement in the region.

That is where facts end; the rest may be lies and propaganda.

In the Warlord period that infested Liorta, they stayed neutral, defending themselves from raiders under two authorities: the noble houses and the plebiscite. The nobles were descendants of the city’s older inhabitants and gained power and influence, while the plebiscite was formed by the camp dwellers and migrants. They cooperated as allies until 344 BC, when the warlord Re’ynos found an abandoned container. Inside was a strange stone with an eye marked by many lines. He brought it to his lord.

Almost instantly, a stranger appeared to Re’ynos. They were tall, with unnatural features, yet confident, charismatic, cloaked in an aura of honesty, humility, and wisdom that one could almost touch. He revealed that the stone was an anomaly with absurd healing powers and that they knew how to use it to make Re’ynos immortal, appealing to their ego, asking only one favor in return: protect the stone for four days, then bring it to Zafitra. Re’ynos accepted. The stranger grinned ear to ear in a disturbing way and explained why: the stone needed to charge, and Zafitra was where theirs home was. Then the stranger vanished. But protect it from whom?

From the Militia for the Protection of the Everyday, a secret and millennia-old organization with the same purpose as the Foundation: study, contain, and protect anomalies for the sake of chietaty. This militia first appeared in the Crystal Catastrophe, capturing something, suggesting the breach had been caused by an anomaly. For millennia they contained and destroyed anomalies as a nomadic order, moving from century to century, even using anomalies like lugrons and wickets in their forces. The anomaly Re’ynos had was theirs, lost, and they wanted it back.

For days a brutal war raged until the fourth day. Re’ynos’s settlement and people were devastated, but they cared only for the promised immortality. They abandoned his people to march toward Zafitra. There, the nobles and plebiscite organized to repel the invaders while the Militia launched a three-sided battle, devastating the city. At last Re’ynos found the stranger and handed them the stone. The stranger told him how disappointed he was, that Re’ynos did not deserve life. Without warning, they tore his head off and left.

The accounts describe the stranger as a hurricane walking at superhuman speed without running, unstoppable, moving like a guided missile toward their targets. One by one, leaders were killed in grotesque ways. They carried their heads as they went. Nothing harmed them, no force slowed them down. Buildings collapsed, but they simply walked around before the explosion. After the massacre, he returned home, followed by the curious, shocked populace. Inside, he placed the heads on the stone and performed a ritual that unleashed a storm despite the cavern. The stone shattered, the city’s poison vanished, all wounds and diseases across every life form were healed. Then they stepped into the main square.

He gave the city’s factions a choice: “Join me, and together we will build a kingdom greater than this universe has ever seen, remembered as visionaries, or die and be remembered as fools.” After saving the city, the population accepted. Re’ynos’s soldiers now followed the stranger, recognizing a leader far greater than their former lord. The Militia, however, waited for their commander’s arrival before deciding.

Four days later the Militia chief arrived. He was never well described, some called him “at the very least not ordinary.” One conversation was enough to form an alliance, and with the other leaders, the Cohort of the Mey’klor Commonwealth was born. The stranger became known as the Monarch, whom we will address later. The Commonwealth was organized with each faction holding total authority in its domain, though the Monarch had the final word. The army became the Legion of National Defense, the populace created the Front for Settlement Defense and Care, Extract-Supply-Use and the Organ of Rational Node, while the Militia became the Organ of Reliable Intelligence and Logistics. Each was ruled by its lords and a council of five advisors. The most important after the Monarch was the Supervisor of Experimentation, originally the Militia’s leader.
By the end of the Age of Ignorance, they had turned that small town into one of the largest cities humanity had ever seen, building over a thousand layers deep. At its foundation stood the imperial monastery, so fortified that no spy, soldier, or army of humans, chiee, or worse, ever set foot inside. This is the Monarch’s home, the seat of the council, the central node of the Commonwealth, a place untouched by impurity.

Yet Zafitra would not be remembered by that name, but as the National Core, the nexus and source of their government and civilization. New facilities were built, some becoming cities, others sites for the Organ of Reliable Intelligence and Logistics. AE’s ideology was born then, preached by the Monarch: a pure society, logical, efficient, sharp-minded, free from irrationality and impulse.
What they considered irrational or impure was brutally attacked. To the Monarch, such a pure society was chietaty’s final destiny. Religion was seen as the greatest irrationality of all, blinding people from reality, so its followers had to be exterminated. Neurodivergents were treated as appendages to be expropriated, for to AE a disease of the mind was worse than one of the body, they were monitored, forced into use whether willing or not. Family ties were tolerated as natural but seen as dangerously irrational, while romance was considered the greatest threat of all, unnatural, irrational, to be purged, because of this prejudice, anyone in non-platonic relations was mocked as “arsinis,” roughly translating to “retard.” Humans, whose societies are built upon such relations, became the main targets of this ridicule. Other races were despised as impure; night-plates considered the original pure race, were incentivized to hate and look down to all the other for supposedly past betrayals and placed under constant surveillance. Humans and other aliens were seen as even worse, corrupt forms of life that deserved no comfort or freedom. Sentient anomalies, unpredictable and unknown, had to be enslaved or destroyed.

With their society firmly established, they embarked on an ambitious campaign of conquest during the Age of Reclamation, annexing Liorto states that resonated with their ideological principles. In the Great Campaign of 783 AD, they strained their resources to assemble new legions and transitioned into the Age of the Tide, subjugating vast swathes of Liorta and igniting ferocious conflicts, thereby inciting widespread animosity across the globe. From the Core emerged their most populous and industrialized region, followed by the Colonies, with their capital situated in Thismo. Shortly thereafter, the Monarch unleashed the Purge, compelling provinces and institutions to engage in a struggle for survival, thereby ensuring that only the most formidable entities would endure. Armies clashed, cities fell into ruin, institutions disintegrated, and a novel faction emerged from the ensuing chaos. This tumultuous period severely debilitated the Commonwealth, as its genocidal practices and enslavement had engendered profound resentment, compelling disparate factions to unite against it. Caught unawares, the Magnum War nearly obliterated Mey’klor; sadly, they persevered, ushering in a golden age of military supremacy.

To understand this golden age we must compare SCP-8395 before and after. In simple terms, AZ, AE, and AT had power comparable to the superpowers USA and USSR, while AH, AY, AX, AW, and AJ matched nations like China, Germany, or Brazil. But after Operation Scalpel, AZ and AE skyrocketed into a new level.

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Re: AI Record - Le Dachshund

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AE took the Foundation’s threat more seriously, studying human anatomy to create poisons and new killing methods, training soldiers better, arming them with new vehicles, weapons, anomalous races, elite units. It was as if they were manufacturing ancient terror on an industrial scale. Their army grew to numbers larger than entire continents’ populations. In total war with surprise on their side, they could realistically defeat all humanity, and they are trying to reach that point.

Strangely, the more the Foundation learns of AE, the clearer it becomes that they could conquer their homeworld—but instead they direct their main efforts toward Earth, using “string technology,” they open dimensional lines like radio signals, deploying troops wherever they find stable paths. Through this they conquered minor dimensions and set up colonies, but unstable lines collapse quickly many users of this tecnology report sensations of bodily detachment, temporal echo, repeating dreams, and loss of temporal perception. They have Earth’s “coordinates” in this system, though we don’t know how.

Captured scientists either don’t know or kill themselves before revealing it and gatebeasts and quapods are too complex, rare and dangerous to study and discifer the technology. Attacks on Earth grow larger and more frequent with the passing day, even though AZ, AH, and AT pose greater threats and easier targets than humanity could. Why focus on Earth?

Each branch of government holds supreme authority over its domain, functioning almost like separate nations. Though the Monarch has the final word, obedience is given more out of respect than duty. Mey’klor is therefore a materialist oligarchy, guided by a council that steers the nation toward productive goals.

*The Legion of National Defense* serves as the army of the commonwealth, the hammer of the Monarch, among the strongest branches. Often it creates artificial battlefields or cause random wars just to train their generals in real experience. Its lord commands the army absolutely, while the Monarch retains loyalty of elite legions and withers.
*The Organ of Rational Node* oversees research and technology, with its own armies of mechanized troops and experimental weapons called “bright withers.” They are also the teachers, writers, and philosophers, but strictly bound to government control or risk execution. They drive propaganda and censorship, supporting the Organ of Reliable Intelligence and Logistics, the Settlement Defense Front, Extract-Supply-Use, and the Devil’s Forge with technology.
*Extract-Supply-Use* manages all resource extraction, anomalous or not, ensuring delivery to factories. Militarily it is weak, but essential, the foundation of the Commonwealth cycle.
*The Front for Settlement Defense and Care* is one of the most powerful, the executive and judiciary, responsible for infrastructure, civil officers, recruitment, and economic control. Imagine it this way: ESU is the mouth, ORN the brain, NDL the fists, ORIL the immune system and FSDC as the stomach, heart, and lungs sustaining all others. For this reason they are considered the strongest branch after the Monarch, none dare challenge them. They administer over 234 ministries, from defense to economy to daily administration. They abolished physical money, replacing it with the digital liborto zafitran, worth about 2.4 euros or triple the dollar.
*The Devil’s Forge* was born after anomalous engineers of Trrsima rose to power, launching a civil war with armies of anomalies, including 100,000 behemoths, until they were recognized as a new branch. They control all anomalous factories, less numerous in armies but rich and formidable.
*The Organ of Reliable Intelligence and Logistics* by far the one that deals most with humanity. The Organ Reliable Intelligence and Logistics have the same mission and purpose as the SCP Foundation's mission to contain and study anomalies, but protecting would be replaced by exploiting. It has several facilities similar to the Foundation's areas and sites, with the difference that they don't need to hide them from the public. All anomalies contained by trrsima are classified by their instability into three classes: Yuhr, Fikklra, and Raycor, Safe, Euclid, and Keter, respectively. They are also classified by conduct and use. Conduct is classified as Contain, Ignore, Contain and Study, Benefit, Neutralize, and Neutralized. Use is classified as No Use, Private Use Only, Military Use Only, and Total Use.
All anomalies that are not used by the military and are only contained are called ORIL numbering. ███ were cataloged with a much larger total number, and ██ of them were captured and stolen by the Foundation. ORIL also classifies anomalies with a card but uses letters instead of numbers; for example, how they classify wickets as “Trrsima BA-K-L” and humans as “Trrsima NA-NU-NE”. The reason for having some syllables in the middle is by translation, written Zafitrism has specific symbols and letters for each syllable
The military force are the so-called "poltergeists" who are similar to MTFs in both power and function, although poltergeists are trained to the extreme in terms of loyalty and coldness, with them never feeling fear, not losing their composure in any situation, always acting logically and tactically or revealing any information no matter the torture. The Foundation is very curious to know how this training works and how to replicate it; above, the basic maintenance employees; the majors who are the scientists and administrators are divided into 6 ranks, beginner, amateur, experienced, captain, director and officer each with their color, cyan, green, yellow, red, black and white with directors commanding an installation and officers commanding entire clusters. The studies are divided into 5 main objectives with other subgroups:
knowledge being very basic and wanting to discover how the anomaly works, containment also being very obvious and looking for the best way to contain them, investigation into the past and creation of the anomalies, utility that evaluates their destructive power and possible use and replication because there is no point in having a Keter level anomaly without being able to multiply it and implant it throughout the empire; the lowest rank are the guinea pigs who are the equivalent of the D classes, they are guinea pigs, sacrifices, disposable personnel, etc… they all wear a blue jumpsuit and have their memories erased before entering the facilities
On top of all that, they also manage prisons and sanatoriums. Prisons are used as raw material for stuffing, and sanatoriums are notorious for patients simply disappearing without any explanation to their families and never being seen again. The ableist rhetoric makes these facilities victims of unethical practices such as shock therapy, intentional starvation and dehydration, lobotomies, neglect, psychological torture, etc. Most of the inmates in these facilities either don't have neurodivergence or have a very small and insignificant one. Many are there by mistake or a single incident, they were intentionally sent, asked too many questions, caused an inconvenience to a powerful person, etc. In a study, missing person posters from several cities were taken and the test subjects were inspected, and most of them were among the missing individuals, which is the main way to obtain new test subjects.
Trrsima is one of the agencies that leads the most expeditions and is the first to deal with humans and other aliens. Ironically, they are by far the least xenophobic and racist institution, having personnel of other races, not having a “shot on sight” policy towards other races and are willing to cooperate with human factions that are enemies of the Foundation. They are more authoritarian than xenophobic.

Above all branches looms the Monarch, the enigmatic ruler and creator of the Cohort of the Mey’klor Commonwealth. Whether this figure remains the same inscrutable entity from two millennia ago, merely embodies a symbolic title, or even exists at all is enveloped in uncertainty. The Monarch wields the ultimate authority and is surrounded by a cult of personality. To begin with, we are left to ponder whether the Monarch truly exists; there has never been a transition of power, suggesting that this peculiar individual continues to reign, even after 2,000 years. This prompts two critical inquiries: either the title of Monarch is inherited like any other, accompanied by a symbolic transformation into this role, or they remains alive. How is this possible? A chiedima typically has a lifespan of 90 years, and even with advanced longevity technology, one can only attain a maximum age of 300. Thus, the Monarchy must be a anomaly, perhaps belonging to a different species or, at the very least do not conform to the conventional characteristics of a chiedima. Merely entertaining such a hypothesis is considered a capital offense and a foolish notion punishable by death, and all are compelled to dismiss this line of inquiry and remain willfully ignorant of it as you do not known the entire picture.

The government spans 120 provinces in the planet, divided into the Core and the Colonies. The Core is highly industrialized, densely populated, and directly ruled by the council and Monarch, with 45 provinces and the capital. The Colonies stretch across the planet and even other dimensions, divided in the inner colonies and outer colonies with the outer colonies beign the inter dimension ones. They have currently approximately 10000 colonies in different dimensions that are their main source of the anomalous material and research although most colonies are similar to the dimensional anomalies from the Foundation, beingbeign in the majority a single house or propriety but others still great colonies in asteroids and pocket planes. adding up to territory one and a half Earths in size with nearly triple the human population in Creezaiv and half of it separated in their multiple off world territories.

The off world colonies normally have some permanent settlements with one being a capital, with the main portal for getting imports and exports always trying to bee self sufficient establishing pens and farms to provide food and other zones for basic resources. The form of these colonies varies, some are made of only anomalous rock to be mine, others are a endless sea use to cultivate algae and fish, other are single houses that are used as a isolated residential area for the population, others are just blank spaces perfect for dumping dangerous materials, others have dangerous anomalous natives that are stuffed and exported or tamed for their army, others are deserts with a non stop raging sun that are power plants for solar panels, some are anomalous cities who are turned in cities and districts and etc…
Corens look down on colonials as rustic, clinging to old forms of slavery instead of more “refined” stuffed and anomaly use. Non–night-plated races are not all enslaved but relegated to second-class citizenship under apartheid, monitored, segregated, and barred from the army. The environment is exploited without restraint, though animals are considered comrades, treated with welfare surpassing that of minorities. Military hittibs hold rank as guardians, to be cared for by their troops.

Anomalies are common knowledge, as are humans, who are seen as brutes unworthy of their possessions. Other alien races are also deemed inferior for lacking the chiee essence.

Religion

The religions followed by the chiedimas are much fewer compared to those of humans, mainly due to AE — either converting populations into larger unified faiths or reducing others to mere mythologies, as happened with AT’s former polytheistic religion, now remembered only as myth and folklore.

Zafitran Atheism: Although they deny being a religion, it resembles one closely. Their cult of personality elevates the Monarch to an almost divine status, and his words about a pure society are treated and read as sacred scripture. Combined with their extreme intolerance toward other religions, it is impossible to deny they share several religious aspects.
They have no temples, but they do have “holy places and animals,” such as the remains of the stone that cured Zafitra — visited by hundreds who wish to see the stone that “created everything” up close. Animals are generally respected and even venerated by AE, though behemoths and tornadus are revered as the purest representations of the Commonwealth’s power.
It is the most populous “religion” in the world, followed by 45% of the global population.

Sokornism: A monotheistic faith that worships a single, all-powerful and benevolent god known simply as the Divinity, alongside a series of saints and angels who serve it. Beyond the Divinity, the Green Lord is revered as a holy being, second only to the god itself.

According to its dogma, the Divinity created everything — both the physical and spiritual worlds. Every creature, animal, and person was given a soul, and thus the Divinity created a paradise to shelter all living beings after death.

To populate this creation, the Divinity made the chiedimas as its favored children and granted them paradise. Without effort, sorrow, hardship, or duty, the chiedimas gradually became lazy, envious, greedy, and vile. In an act of deep deceit, they allowed the Monster to enter paradise, spreading destruction and torment through the six evils: greed, ignorance, hatred, cowardice, sloth, and disloyalty. When the Divinity expelled the Monster, the chiedimas were also cast out — banished into the material world, where they now must work and strive to earn their way back into paradise.
To enter it, one must live with honor, honesty, openness, humility, and effort — meaning not to kill, not to steal, not to be a double-faced snake, not to be an ungrateful bastard, to help others, and not to live in ignorance. All those who fail to meet these virtues are brought before a great table of therapy, where their souls are forced to face and rethink their sins until they repent, and only then may they enter paradise as a reward for their effort and virtue.

To guide mortals, the Green Lord speaks to them in dreams — sleep itself is sacred, the most divine form of rest after the labor of the day. There is nothing more comforting than lying down to sleep after a long day of work. Sleeping poorly or refusing to rest is seen as self-mutilation — a way of letting the Monster enter one’s life.

The Monster is the main antagonist of the religion — born from all six evils, it embodies nightmares and every form of corruption. All nightmares are believed to be its attempts to persuade, torment, or deceive those who dream. It also commands demonic servants; the ancient kroskori once believed that mental conditions such as psychopathy, bipolar disorder, or attention deficit were the result of demonic influence.

The religion itself originated from the dreams of SCP-8395-AH-0, deep beneath the Temple of a Thousand Roses. It is unknown whether AH-0 intentionally created it, is aware of being worshiped, or even understands its own role. Yet through the Green Lord’s influence, it is believed that AH-0 truly is benevolent. The entity even grants powers to its faithful through the jarratores.
The process of creating a jarrator is secret and deeply guarded within the religion. Their healing ability comes at the cost of their arms, embodying the ideals of humility and altruism of the Divinity. Like all 8395 cultures, Sokornism has strong militaristic roots, and jarratores serve not only as priests but also as generals, doctors, and spiritual guides for their armies.
Another peculiar aspect of the faith is the chiee sacrifice. Every noble, wealthy, or famous individual must be sacrificed when they renounce life or lie at death’s edge — willing or not. The sacrifice is performed with a ceremonial revolver; after death, their organs are removed, runes are carved into their bodies with a blade, and the remains are cast into a volcano. What is left is then fed to the creekai and tiieska, sacred animals of the faith — a ritual of gratitude for the privilege given by the Divinity. If the noble or famous dies before their sacrifice, a relative or close companion must be dressed as them and sacrificed in their place.

Any commoner may also request to be sacrificed, if they humbly ask a jarrator. In darker times, however, many who were neither noble nor willing were sacrificed without consent — an era now seen as a dark and ignorant period in Sokornist history.

One of the pillars of the religion is redemption — whether for one’s own sins or for others’. Every follower must seek redemption for the First Sin committed by their kind, which opened a new spiritual path in their faith regarding humanity.

Humans, being alien to the chiedimas and never having committed the First Sin, are seen as pure, innocent, and dignified beings. They are respected and protected to a fanatical degree. Kroskori soldiers are known to throw themselves before human gunfire to shield them, and jarratores willingly give their lives to save one. To them, every human is sacred — not as a duty, but as a divine obligation to protect those more innocent and worthy than themselves.

Sokornism is the most widely practiced religion on the planet, followed by roughly 20% of the global population. Its main sanctuary, the Temple of a Thousand Roses, also serves as the capital of the Union of the Temple Cities of Krhoski.

Elementarism: AZ continues to adhere to many of its ancient tribal and shamanistic beliefs predating the colonization. While the state bestows complete religious freedom upon its citizens, the majority of adherents venerate ten elemental deities and idols devoid of anthropomorphic representation, omnipresent forces symbolized by Wood, Stone, Metal, Fire, Creativity, Life, Water, Swamp, and Light. The preeminent deity is Creativity, the progenitor of ideas and solutions. Each deity is associated with smaller, more portable temples, with most devotees being craftsmen and artisans, whose prayers beseech assistance and fortune in their creative endeavors.

Consequently, the foremost deities are those of Stone, Metal, Wood, and particularly Life—held in high esteem since the inception of biollor art. The most sacred sites of Elementarism are referred to as “clusters,” where the elements converge—typically valleys, waterfalls, cliffs, beaches, volcanoes, and similar locales where divine energy is concentrated. The most revered and hallowed of these is the Cocomexio Valley, where water, stone, metal, fire, light, and life coalesce through the interplay of volcanoes, waterfalls, mountains, and mining stations. This belief system ranks as the second most practiced religion globally, embraced by 19% of the population.

Kuatnism: Kuat Frist Hameo was one of the foremost intellectuals and most brilliant minds in the annals of chietaty. Flourishing during the Age of Armageddon, they elucidated and deciphered the mechanisms of evolution and natural selection within the planet’s subterranean realm. The gibboneses revere their faith by his name—Kuatnism—venerating the very essence of natural selection and evolution, with the endeavor to accelerate evolution itself regarded as sacred. The primary temple is life itself, embodied in the gibboneses, with its epicenter situated in their capital, the Bronze Palace. This faith encompasses approximately 9% of the population.

Geography and Prehistory

Creezaiv is divided into six layers: the Surface, the Upper Alveolus, the Great Alveolus, the Inner Alveolus, and the Carbon Zone. The Surface is self-explanatory — it is the outer layer of the planet, constantly illuminated by sunlight, and home to most of its oceans. Beneath it lies the Upper Alveolus, which remains close enough to the surface to receive limited sunlight in some regions, stretching from 100 meters down to about 5 kilometers deep.

Below that lies the Great Alveolus, the largest and most expansive region of the planet, consisting of vast networks of tunnels and caverns interwoven into an immense living cavity. Sunlight is rare there, and its depths range from roughly 5 to 380 kilometers beneath the surface. This layer serves as the birthplace and primary heartland of chiedima civilization.

The Inner Alveolus forms the deepest inhabited region, containing the portal itself, lying between 381 and 521 kilometers below the surface. Beyond it, at depths of 521 to 527 kilometers, lies the Carbon Zone — the oldest and deepest layer of Creezaiv. Over hundreds of millions of years, carbon expelled from the planet’s biosphere settled there, rendering it nearly uninhabitable, with only sparse traces of life. The native populations rarely pay attention to this region, allowing the Foundation to occupy and colonize it, establishing it as their primary base of operations.

The entire system of caverns and tunnels originated roughly 8.9 billion years ago, during the planet’s formation, when volcanic gases and nebular emissions accumulated and compressed in pockets throughout the world. Over time, these pockets burst outward toward the surface, creating what would become the largest subterranean network ever recorded by humanity. In the following eras, these alveoli expanded and were further shaped by water, erosion, and burrowing organisms.
Creezaiv itself most likely formed by traditional means — from a nebular collapse, orbiting a red dwarf star. The planet possessed all the basic conditions necessary for life and even maintained liquid water for millions of years.

The portal eventually opened near an ancient mountain known by the Foundation as Vortex. At the time, it stood on the surface, but after Earth's great floods, the water drained through the mountain, hollowing out the immense cavity that would become the Great Alveolus. The first colonizers of Creezaiv were microbes and fungi, followed by arthropods, plants, and fish. Some microorganisms adapted to the planet’s deeper layers, evolving into the nebilhototes (the group that includes the grifs), while plants took advantage of the high carbon concentrations and evolved into the oxditas.

Over the next millions of years, new waves of life arrived and colonized the planet, including a massive migration 94 million years ago, which introduced several species of major importance — most notably the first ants. These early ants rapidly dominated their new territory, growing in size and intelligence and diverging into multiple tribes.

Eventually, these migrations slowed as Mount Vortex began to sink deeper and deeper into the crust until it completely collapsed into the subterranean world. Whether this was caused by a fissure, earthquake, or other event remains unknown. From that point onward, only a few species continued migrating from Earth, while others became isolated, diversifying into unique Creezaivian lineages. Several mass extinction events followed, including enormous tsunamis during the Cretaceous period and massive chasm collapses in the Paleocene.
This continued until the rise of Chietaty.

In the evolutionary tree, the chiee trace their ancestry to ants of the genus Ponerinae, from which they diverged into the genus Kabenerae. This group further split into larger, more complex organisms known as taahertá, characterized by having four legs for locomotion and a pair of developed grasping arms. The taahertá branch divides into two clades: one developed wings — the yeramea, including species such as the yakmea and macrofly, commonly found in Pilgram — while the other remained wingless, known as the geismosids, including creatures like the nslurker and the Creezaivian ants.

A third branch began inhabiting highland regions, evolving into a new subfamily called gaestarids, many of which thrive in the fungal forests of Liorta. The most prominent among them are the hittibs, kallibs, gappibs, and nummibs. Some of these creatures eventually adapted to mountain environments, especially around Mount Chiiedaiko in the Great Alveolus, developing specialized front limbs for climbing. In some, these limbs evolved into hook-like appendages, while in others they atrophied and disappeared entirely.

Among these lineages arose the chiedimas, who evolved strong arms and an upright posture to better wield clubs and crush their enemies. Their chitin and internal skeleton grew denser and more resilient, allowing them to survive falls when descending into lower levels for food before climbing back up to rest. Over time, their intelligence increased, leading to tool-making, mastery of fire, and eventual planetary expansion.

The Chietaty spread through the lesser mountains of the Great Alveolus, bringing with them numerous domesticated animals at the dawn of their recorded history. Unlike humans, who spent the majority of their existence as hunter-gatherers, the chiedimas maintained that stage for only a few decades before transitioning into nomadic animal herders. This had a profound ecological effect: while early humans relied heavily on hunting and swiftly drove much of Earth’s megafauna to extinction, the chiee’s selective predation instead eradicated only the most dangerous predators of their herds, leaving much of Creezaiv’s large fauna intact — and, as a result, its ecosystems far more perilous than Earth’s.
Even during their nomadic tribal age, the chiedimas were extraordinarily violent. Different clans waged endless wars, annihilating entire peoples in succession, with massive hordes forming and behaving like their distant army ant cousins. Sedentary life only began after the discovery of agriculture, when these hordes founded the first cities and kingdoms.
Geographically, Creezaiv’s landmass consists of two major continents — Liorta and Aukeya — separated by water both on the surface and underground by the Pilgram subcontinent. Surrounding all of them is a vast ocean known as the Creezaivian Ocean.

Animals

Many animals exist in SCP-8395, all classified as SCP-8395-1. The Foundation has identified over 400,000 native species, though we will focus here on domesticated ones.

Hittib — SCP-8395-1

Hittibs are related to the chiedima in the same way that humans are related to monkeys. They walk on four legs, and their two pectoral claws are developed to act as weapons and an extra pair of arms. They are somewhat similar in body to rhesus monkeys, with a robust body, a reddish, featherless face, and a relatively short tail. Hittibs were one of the first animals domesticated by the Chiee, serving the same purposes and functions as dogs, with a greater focus on herding, as they were nomadic herders for much of their history.

Just like their masters, dogs and hittibs have advantages and disadvantages compared to each other. Hiitibs are much more intelligent than dogs, having an intelligence comparable to that of bonobos, being able to perform various tasks and tricks. However, dogs have a more accurate and stronger sense of smell, hearing, bite, and instincts, in addition to being faster and having a much greater protective instinct than their creezaivian counterpart. They have full control of their vocal cords and can reproduce a multitude of distinct sounds which they use to communicate and in their work as herders.

In modern times, hittibs are mostly kept as pets, guards, and companions in cities, and in the countryside, they are herders. chiedimas are very fond of these creatures and find them extremely cute, creating outfits and other accessories to decorate them, often walking them without a leash. Like humans, chiedimas have also created several breeds of different sizes, shapes, and behaviors, some with serious health problems, requiring prophylaxis as they reach adulthood. Examples include the miniature breed, which can fit in your hand as adults; the hawkpe breed, which can stand still for days; and the otista breed, which has more developed claws.

Frakrapra — SCP-8395-566

A giant centipede-like apex predator resembling extinct Arthropleura, though much larger and equipped with a venomous tail pincer. With 15 pairs of legs and sizes exceeding furniture, they dominate swamps and wetlands. Despite their predatory nature, chiedimas domesticated them for eggs and meat, treating them like giant chickens. Their venomous pincers are amputated multiple times for safety and material use. They reach maturity in seven weeks, their meat described by Foundation staff as “tasting like pork.”

Some wild species remain, including the colossal Mega Frakrapra (SCP-8395—87715), bull-sized predators responsible for multiple Class-D deaths during early expeditions.

Troika — SCP-8395-651

A synapsid indigenous to the shores of Liorta, Troikas, like other synapsids, resemble furred reptiles of bovine proportions. They are omnivorous creatures that inhabit extensive herds, foraging primarily on coconuts and crabs along the coastline. The earliest Chiedimas fell prey to these formidable animals when they ventured from their rocky abodes, still exhibiting a vestigial flight instinct upon encountering one. However, as they began to employ rudimentary stone tools, the Chiedimas turned the tables, preying upon their erstwhile predators by luring them to cliffs with a hittibs, subsequently killing and consuming them. This marked the advent of Troikas as a cornerstone in the dietary repertoire of the Chiedima Stone Age.

Eventually, some Troikas were captured and domesticated, providing a sustainable source of meat without the necessity of hunting. The Chiedimas soon discovered that female Troikas secreted a white, nutritious liquid, akin to the role of goats, which the Chiedimas disseminated worldwide, akin to diminutive yet formidable mammals. The males possess a distinctive veil, utilized in the crafting of garments and various utensils.

In comparison to goats, Troikas yield a greater quantity of meat and other byproducts, albeit they are eclipsed by their antelope counterparts in terms of superior milk production. Some Chiedimas find them exceedingly endearing and have thus developed toy breeds intended to thrive in urban environments as unconventional pets.

Abramovici — SCP-8395-5

A terrestrial giant bat, domesticated for its milk. Unique biochemistry results in milk containing extreme caffeine levels—one cup equals ten cups of coffee. Distillation techniques allow extraction of nearly pure caffeine, so potent that just four doses could induce a fatal heart attack in humans. Ishplas first domesticated them, spreading them worldwide, and their tolerance to caffeine vastly exceeds human limits. chiedimas often complain that Foundation coffee is “too weak to even wake a larva.” Some Abramovici are kept as household pets.

Vipilan — SCP-8395-5111

Fast-breeding, social beetles, raised for food and as fodder for larger livestock. Some Chiee maintain elaborate vivariums, studying their colony organization and even using them as models for social and logistical training simulations.

Nlusker — SCP-8395-300

A large arthropod species, measuring the size of buffalo. They have four legs and two claws. Their most notable feature is their large glands that run from their belly to their neck. There, a substance similar to honey is synthesized and preserved, but much more liquid and less viscous. They can share it with other members of the herd or simply consume it. To collect it, the chiedima leave a bucket and pat the animal on the head, making it vomit into the bucket.

Nlsuker are native to the Pilgram jungles, living in herds and being quite intelligent. The chiedima have domesticated these animals and raise them like cows for their honeydew, similar to ants and aphids. They need to be herded like cattle, especially in areas with algae, where they create a fiber to pull the algae, leaving behind fibers that can be used to create waterproof paper.

Piliprambim — SCP-8395-914

One of the earliest species to be domesticated, these remarkable aphids are comparable in size to guinea pigs. It is likely that they are the descendants of the aphids created by the Chiee when they were still in the form of ants, having evolved alongside their masters. These creatures exhibit surprising intelligence and are capable of performing various tricks; they are primarily utilized for transporting items. They reproduce in a manner akin to traditional aphids, with each offspring being a clone of its progenitor, and have unfortunately lost the ability to produce honeydew. Considered exceedingly adorable by their masters, special hats are crafted for them to accentuate their charm.

Yakmea — SCP-8395-91

Close relatives of chiees and hittibs natives from Pilgram were tamed 60 thousand years ago. Standing 40 cm tall, they possess four limbs, two claws, four wings, and compound eyes. Their three tongues can extend like those of frogs, catching mosquitoes and flies. Kept like cats—though hunting parasites instead of rodents—they combine traits of parrots and felines: aloof but affectionate when provoked. chiedimas consider them extremely cute and keep them widely as pets.

Grifs — SCP-8395-414

Giant bacteria ranging from 10 cm to 4 meters in size, capable of dissolving almost any material into usable energy. Native to deep layers, they survive even in the toxic carbon zone. They reproduce by division, with a central nucleus controlling minimal thought. Domesticated as living cleaners, they are trimmed when oversized, with chunks eaten like gelatin, regenerating quickly.Were tamed around the start of the stone age. Grifs have limited awareness, recognizing regular caretakers and responding to cues from chiedima handlers.

Nhusk — SCP-8395-904

A broad classification which encompass every single fish that originated from the warm nhusk, these fish are highly adaptatives and breed very fast, their traits varie from specie to specie but all have 4 yellows and piercing. Natives from the north of Aukeya these beign have some short of “inteligent adaptation.” As their bodies quickly identify the environment to adapt in the perfect way, having these traits inherently to next generation.

These adaptations are ample and diverse, be it to combat polution or even adapt to a new diet. The first domestication occurred in the age of metal with the warm nhusk for their meat and have spread for all the world, their meat tastes badly but chiedimas mostly do not care about it and in some areas had replaced and formed their own ecosystem with one strain feeding on the other. The true warm nhusk is now in the brink of extinction since it adapts and change almost instantaneously upon being relace in a new environment and are considered delicacies. Not because their meat tastes good but for their exclusivity.

Macro-Fly — SCP-8395-2289

Not a true fly, but eusocial winged ants of the size of pigs. Terrestrial, they can lunge 50 meters with winged bursts. Colonies consist of a queen, king, and numerous workers. Were tamed in the Siccle age in the lands of Liorta. With exceptional senses and powerful mandibles, they were domesticated as hunting beasts—“super-dogs”—by establishing controlled colonies. While chiedimas also love them, the affection is rarely mutual due to their eusocial instincts.

Tiieska — SCP-8395-6601

Theropod dinosaurs resembling raptors, native to Creezaiv’s underground. Once chicken-sized they were bred into ultra raptor-sized mounts around the pre sickle era. Faster than horses (up to 100 km/h) and able to sweat, they became primary transport animals, especially in rural areas. Smaller, colorful breeds exist as urban pets. Their existence aided Foundation paleobiologists in confirming that birds are descended from feathered dinosaurs.

Creekrai — SCP-8395-12

Sauropod-like creatures resembling tyrannosaurs, the largest species reach over 15 meters tall and 10 tons. Perfect predators with massive arms and bite force measured in tons. They live in groups, each with three pairs of eagle-level eyes and intelligence comparable to crows. Most species inhabit Pilgram and Aukeya jungles and forests in the surface but larger more powerful and intelligent species dwell in the planet’s hollow. Indigenous peoples fear them as forces of nature, though some have domesticated them.

Early domestication dates to the end of the Sickle Era, where they were used as leviathans in war, akin to Carthaginian elephants. The kroskoris were infamous for using them in crusades for their Deity. Beyond warfare, Creekrai were employed for debris clearing, and their feathers were harvested for clothing. Feathers, while less insulating than mammalian fur, suffice due to Creezaiv’s temperate climate.

kroskoris regarded them as divine animals, punishing mistreatment with death. Each royal lineage maintains a royal brood, with one Creekrai serving as the emperor’s mount and guardian. Its plumage contributes to the emperor’s cape and the ceremonial Book of Life.

Though their colossal strength made them formidable, they ceased being effective in war thousands of years ago. chiedimas attempted mega-guns and specialized artillery operated by Creekrai digits and armored plating, but results were limited. Today, they rest; their eggs are delicacies, feathers are used in baby blankets, clothing, and textiles. Some are kept as pets and bodyguards for the wealthy.

Gassimps — SCP-8395-125

Strange creatures, gassimps are land squids over 6 meters tall with 12 tentacles. These creatures use their tentacles to move and hunt. All of this alone would make gassimps some of the strangest non-anomalous animals ever encountered by humanity, but their main characteristic is their ability to inflate themselves like a balloon and fly.

They feed on plants, which they use to create methane, which they store in their lower body. When they want to fly, they pull it in and inflate themselves. This allows them to fly using their tentacles as a glider and wings to give direction and support. Despite their size, these creatures can be extremely fast, reaching speeds of over 240 km per hour.

The group of balloon cephalopods which they make part of is pretty suceful in every continent and the gassimps are just the largest of the bunch, the Tishae were the first to tame these creatures. Riding them, they spread terror across the planet ,using them to cross the ocean and reach Pilgram to colonize the continent, they can carry large supplies and can carry up to three riders.
In the modern age, gassimps are one of the most popular modes of transportation due to their speed and flexibility. In addition to seeing a lot of use in the army, they still act as cavalry even after thousands of years.

Gorsna — SCP-8395-6711

An extremely successful group of clawed arthropod species, they stand 11 meters tall and weigh 5 tons. They have eight pairs of legs with two enormous, powerful claws. These claws develop after accumulating carbon until they produce diamonds at the end of their claws, allowing them to dig through everything like butter.

They are carnivores and natural hunters. They were wolves for herds of animals they appeared out of nowhere, killed, and carried their bodies underground quickly, living in large packs. Gorsna society is patriarchal, with the male being the largest and strongest and the leaders of the society, defending the nest, building and using materials, and raising the young. They comprise the smallest population, with one male for every six females. Females act as hunters, resource gatherers, and pawns for the colony. Gorsna colonies typically have 6 to 800 members, with an alpha male dominating and mating with the females until challenged for the position, much like lions. They also act as predators and threats to smaller settlements and Foundation bases. Their tough carapace can withstand multiple cannon fire while easily destroying everything with their claws.

There are several species, the largest being the black gorsna, native to the Gorsna River in northern Aukeya, at 12 meters tall. It is the creekrai's greatest rival in a lion vs. hyena dynamic, and culturally similar to T-Rex vs. Spinosaurus.

It is unknown when these creatures were domesticated, but it was between 500,000 BC and 80,000 BC. It is also unknown who was the first to domesticate them. However, with inter-tribal trade, their eggs spread widely, and the entire planet was home to them. They were used to dig tunnels during migrations, and were responsible for bringing some Indo-Pilgrims to Liorta. Another common use was military, for obvious reasons.

Today, they are one of the most important animals and serve as the primary excavation tool for cheetahs, being faster, more precise, cheaper, and more flexible than drills, aided by other equipment. Unlike their sauropod rivals, gorsnas are still relevant in the military world but no longer on the front line, being used to create ambushes and attack enemies where they least expect it and equipped with their claws any tank or structure will be torn apart while it is still equipped with turret weapons on its back.

In the cultural sense they have a lot of impact on all cultures because they are everywhere, for many Aukan people they are seen as imps and cruel beasts with many things being named after them, such as the Gorsnou house which would become the Nation of Gorsnou after founding the Gorrna castle with the symbol of the country being one.

Ballan — SCP-8395-7110

Giant arthropods measuring up to 19 meters in length and 3 meters in height possess enormous claws adept at excavating tunnels and pathways; their robust physiques are capable of effortlessly bearing dozens of tons. Initially hunted by the earliest Chiedima communities for their meat and hides, these magnificent creatures were subsequently domesticated not only for their sustenance but also for their exceptional abilities as beasts of burden during the nascent stages of the Stone Age.

Ballans function as transport vehicles and excavators, facilitating the creation of thoroughfares and the relocation of entire dwellings. Their biological mechanisms resemble those of the Greenland shark, exhibiting minimal cellular degradation and resulting in both a prolonged lifespan and reduced dietary necessities. Furthermore, their colossal stature renders them a significant source of nourishment; a single Ballan has the capacity to sustain an entire community.
The AE extensively employed Ballans in military campaigns, utilizing them to transport supplies and armaments for the Commonwealth. Captured specimens are relocated to Site-104, where they are nurtured within enclosures. The Foundation has successfully bred over 40 offspring in this setting and has uncovered their fondness for mud, permitting them to frolic and engage in play during inclement weather.

Commonwealth Military Complex

The weapons and vehicles used by Mey’klor are vast and complex. Despite all their nationalism, hatred, and discipline, geists and bombadiers are still people. They feel fear, anger, and despair, and when the situation turns against them, they can break, scatter, or surrender.

The basic infantry of the Commonwealth are the geists, covered head to toe in light armor painted pale gray and orange. They usually carry the Cell 4 Gorgon rifle as their primary weapon, though they can access many others. These weapons are produced on an industrial scale, designed for mass rather than refinement. In truth, most Foundation equipment is more reliable and safer, even without anomalous technology. The Cell 4 Gorgon rifle is a good example: compared to the Foundation’s standard assault rifle, it can fire faster but has a smaller magazine, weaker stability, and fragile components. Often, geists simply capture Foundation rifles, modify them with bayonets and added parts, and turn them into brutal killing tools.

Every time they defeat the Foundation, the corpses are consumed or dismantled. Vehicles are stripped, helicopters, tanks, and trucks are repurposed, and infrastructure is scavenged and reinvested. Weapons, armor, supplies, and intelligence are collected with ruthless efficiency, even bodies are devoured. Every defeat feeds them. Their cruelty is not to be underestimated—they will throw their lives away without hesitation just to kill a single human.

Geists are meticulously organized into a hierarchy of ranks and formations: private, lieutenant, guardian, captain, commander, general, officer, and grand officer, each distinguished by a specific hue—orange, cyan, purple, crimson, emerald, gold, pink, and black—with the lord of the LND adorned in resplendent white armor. A single unit comprises 3,400 soldiers, commanded by a commander, and is subdivided into forty companies of eighty-five men, each led by a guardian under the auspices of a captain. Companies are further segmented into eight squads of ten, directed by a lieutenant. Ten withers constitute a brigade, referred to as a shrivel, overseen by a general. Sixteen shrivels amalgamate to form an army, known as a brume, commanded by an officer. One hundred and sixteen brumes coalesce into a phylum under the authority of a grand officer, with six grand officers reporting directly to the lord of the LND who is completely loyal to the Monarch, thus establishing the hierarchical chain of command of the Mey’klor army.

The best way to kill a geist is by shooting it in the belly or head. The strongest part of both its armor and natural armor is the center of its chest. Although its armor is relatively weaker and its natural armor can't defend much, it can still stop bullets, and with the lesser pain shock and a high supply of adrenaline they can easily shoot in your natural unarmored body. Even though humans are stronger than chiedimas, never try to approach or engage in hand-to-hand combat. They are well trained in this, and their weapons contain bayonets; these would already be something to fear, but the most common bayonets are chainsaws, weapons capable of killing an MTF mere in seconds.

Bombadiers are an elite class of soldiers equipped with power armor linked to spinal implants. These exoskeletons act as a third body, amplifying the wearer’s strength, speed, and endurance to inhuman levels. They protect against high-caliber rifles, regulate breathing, inject coagulants and adrenaline, and provide advanced optics capable of night vision and long-range targeting. They can carry immense loads, run faster than the greatest human athletes, and process thoughts with enhanced speed and precision. Yet, despite their terrifying abilities, their armor is still mass-produced and inferior to the equivalents fielded by other factions. Still, a single bombadier is worth several MTF units.

Their ranks are rifleman, veteran, elite, and captain, marked by green, red, black, and blue armor. An “eve” consists of six hundred bombadiers commanded by a captain, divided into thirteen groups of forty soldiers, with two elite subdivisions under direct command. The surest way to kill a bombadier is with a sniper rifle—high-caliber rounds can pierce their armor.

Sybra legions are the absolute elite of AE, designed for commando-style strikes, high-profile assassinations, and missions requiring the precision, discipline, bravery, training and power sybras have. They are taller, stronger, and clad in heavy anomalous metal, draped in decorated cloths. Unlike the industrial bombadier suits, sybra armor represents the pinnacle of imperial craftsmanship, enhanced with anomalous technology, energy shields, and elite weaponry.

They rival the Foundation’s most advanced and powerful units in both equipment and training.
Each legion numbers two thousand legionaries, divided into companies under ten generals and one officer. They include specialized divisions armed with rare anomalies. The largest sybras, clad in black armor, serve as the personal guards of the grand officers and the lords, while legend speaks of a secret and legendary legion clad in vantablack, guarding the Monarch themself.

Poltergeists are what the Foundation designates as the operatives of the Organ of Reliable Intelligence and Logistics. Similar to Mobile Task Forces, these operatives are meticulously trained to combat, eliminate, and inflict torture upon anomalies. However, unlike MTFs, poltergeists represent an entirely different entity; they function with a strikingly robotic and logical demeanor, perpetually organizing themselves and formulating tactical strategies without the need for direct orders. They operate as a cohesive unit, exhibiting an utter disregard for personal comfort. Many speculate whether poltergeists possess any semblance of a life beyond their designated duties. Given Mey'klor's notorious practices, it is entirely plausible that poltergeists were bred for this singular purpose from the moment of their inception until their demise, leading to an existence devoid of anything beyond their role.

Their structure is compact, comprising twelve hundred members divided into twelve squads, yet they require no leaders—their collective instinct propels them forward only requiring a order from the official. Not a single poltergeist has ever capitulated; they invariably choose to fight to the death.

Tatics

The Commonwealth conducts warfare with a level of sophistication and organization that is unparalleled by most factions. Their commanders possess genuine battlefield experience, having emerged from conflicts against anomalies, extraterrestrial entities, and rival empire who seek the annihilation of chiee. Unlike the Foundation or the GOC, who rely mostly on elite task forces, AE always deploys complete armies with infantry, cavalry, artillery, tanks, and air power. Encirclements, ambushes, sieges, and flanking maneuvers are routine, executed with professional discipline.

Organization

A single wither is typical formation includes a unit of geists , an eve of bombadiers, vehicle fleets, artillery, logistics divisions and divisions for anomalies of every type. This imperial structure makes Mey’klor a terrifying threat. Even with Foundation influence, AE would still win a war of attrition easily, unburdened by the moral restraint that prevents their enemies from massacring civilians.
And as if their raw military force was not enough, AE has long since integrated anomalies into their armies, further sharpening the already devastating power of these bipedal arthropods.
Anomalies

The greatest threat AE brings to the battlefield is not its disciplined armies or advanced weaponry, but its use of anomalies. These creatures and entities transform an already devastating military into a force that borders on unstoppable.

[SCP-8395-B] the green brutes. Known to the Commonwealth as lugrons, they are the most common anomaly in daily service and the oldest one recorded. Enormous, brutish, and unwaveringly loyal, lugrons earned their reputation as specialists of heavy weaponry and relentless labor. They resemble humans only slightly, towering at three meters tall, hairless, hunchbacked, green-skinned, with massive jaws, and weighing close to a ton. Despite their appearance, they are not mindless beasts. Lugrons are fully sapient and on average more intelligent than humans, though their simple-minded loyalty often makes them seem foolish. They obey orders without hesitation—if told to leap from a bridge, they will do so without question. Their blind trust and obedience are great traits in soldiers.

The first recorded accounts of lugrons date back to 4000 BU, though they may be far older, perhaps predating the cataclysm itself. Their true origin remains uncertain, with theories ranging from genetic experimentation to extraterrestrial or mystical roots. On the battlefield they act as living tanks, impervious to pain and possessing skin as tough as steel, requiring entire magazines of ammunition to bring down. Explosives and heavy ordnance are recommended against them. Lugrons are typically organized as auxiliaries under withers and often serve as rocket troopers, heavy gunners, or shock troops, while rare “super heavies” are equipped with bombadier armor.
Beyond combat, lugrons make up much of the Commonwealth’s labor force. They are butchers, builders, miners, and workers, valued far above enslaved chiedimas. Strangely, despite being anomalies and non chiedimas, they enjoy rights within Mey’klor society. They may choose professions, enlist, hold workers’ rights, and even occupy positions in government. Their intellect and loyalty grant them privileges denied to the other races of chiee. Lugrons are plantlike, reproducing through seeds and conducting photosynthesis. Their anomalous trait prevents them from ever dehydrating.

The Foundation has struggled to turn lugrons away from AE. Captured instances taken to Site-06-3 were presented with proof of AE’s brutality, yet even those mistreated, beaten or sent on suicide missions refused to abandon loyalty. Only 541 have ever been convinced that humanity did not deserve enslavement or extermination, but even then, they continued to defend the Commonwealth. The only friendly instances that came to AZ were from conquered lands or cities that joined, so experiments are underway at Site-06-3 using sixty-one acquired seeds from AZ, testing whether lugrons raised entirely by the Foundation could develop unwavering loyalty to the Foundation instead.

[SCP-8395-C] the stalkers of the end. These creatures are gaunt, fast, and silent, serving as natural assassins, saboteurs, and hunters. They are capable of becoming invisible and suppressing all sound, movement, and signs of presence, detectable only by thermal imaging. The Organ of Reliable Intelligence and Logistics has enhanced them further, altering their skin to insulate against even thermal detection. Their claws are not mere weapons but conduits for electromagnetic pulses, capable of cutting through matter at the atomic level.

Their invisibility is not anomalous but biological. Like chameleons, stalkers alter their color—but to a spectrum beyond human perception. The human brain rejects this unfamiliar wavelength, filling in the space with its best approximation. The result is a warped and incomplete image of reality, giving a sense of being watched, blurred outlines, or misplaced details—usually too late for the victim to react. Deployed as assassins, saboteurs, and shock units, their level of sapience remains debated. They do not communicate openly, and their method of receiving orders is unknown. Some suggest they are simply cunning animals, while others argue their operations re too precise to lack humanlike intelligence.

When facing a stalker, the best strategy is to stand with your back to a wall and wait for any strange signs. They need to stop camouflaging to attack, so wait and shot on them. When facing them as infantry, the best spot to kill them is the spine, where their weak point is.

Foundation researchers have observed striking parallels between SCP 8395-C and SCP 966, the sleep killers. Genetic analyses have confirmed that these stalkers are, in fact, a subspecies of SCP 966. It remains uncertain whether Zafitra bred these beings from SCP 966 or if they are naturally evolved descendants of SCP 966 within Creezaiv. Instances that have been apprehended are currently housed at Site-88, necessitating the provision of one Class-D personnel per week for sustenance. Their reproductive mechanisms and life cycle continue to elude understanding.

[SCP-8395-D] the pyclops. Among the most terrifying anomalies fielded by AE, pyclops are frail, skeletal humanoids suffering from constant illness, yet their powers make them apocalyptic weapons. They are reality-benders, capable of erasing anything from existence—anomalies, weapons, bombs, even people—reduced to nothing but a number before vanishing. They shield themselves with defensive barriers, leaving only their forehead and pelvis as weak points. Their arsenal includes gravity manipulation, teleportation, smoke and light projection, and energy bursts. Once seen only in secret facilities, they began appearing in greater numbers after Operation Scalpel, outfitted with armor and energy shielding to compensate for vulnerabilities.

Pyclops bear six compound eyes and a gaping jaw, though their helmets leave only a single glowing visor, giving them their name. They require constant medical attention, often collapsing, coughing blood, or gasping for air. Their intelligence varies wildly—some barely above an amoeba, others operating with genius-level intellect. All are ranked as officers, with some commanding entire armies. DNA testing revealed that they are clones of a larger original entity. The process is flawed, causing their many health defects. SCP-8395-D-0, the presumed source, is theorized to have the ability to erase entire concepts and creations from existence itself.

While the Foundation would like to study and interview one of them, their rarity, danger, and the immense difficulty of capture has left none contained. Those taken alive have been forced into battle against hostile anomalies the Foundation wishes to destroy, with mixed results.

[SCP 8395-E] Amateur Infection
The most numerous among all anomalies, SCP-8395-E is a virus with memetic properties that transforms all sapient life into creatures called wickets. The disease spreads mainly through scratches and bites from the infected, and the victim transforms in just a few hours, minutes, or even seconds.

The symptoms cause the infected to laugh uncontrollably to the point of tearing their own lips, and in the end their spine shrinks and contorts until the skin darkens, forming a cocoon from which a wicket emerges. This disease has proven much more effective and voracious in patients with some type of neurodivergence or psychological problem, with the wicket emerging faster and larger.
Wickets are similar to apes: hairless, lacking nose, lips, cheeks, and ears, and covered in scales. Two prevalent forms exist, one human and one chiee. The physical capabilities of both races remain, but almost any sapient being can be transformed. With a powerful sense of smell and echolocation, they are capable of locating anyone. Usually wearing a vest, wickets move quickly on all fours. Their structure is flexible, like cats, allowing them to squeeze into any hole. They continue to laugh without stopping, the virus still corroding their mind.

Even though they shrink to just seventy centimeters tall, the infection enhances their claws, arms, and legs. A wicket can easily massacre a scientist, civilian, or Class D, but stands no chance against a trained soldier. The disease is fairly easy to treat—any antibiotic will do the job—though total and permanent immunity has never been achieved.

The role of these creatures is cannon fodder. AE sends hundreds, if not thousands, of them to overwhelm MTFs and wear down their ammunition while geists advance. They are also perfect for finding any miserable human in hiding.

They can reproduce, but the transformation stripped them of genitals. Instead, they press their faces together and vomit dozens of eggs. These eggs hatch in just a few days.
Junies is the name given to the offspring of 8395-E, and they are the most numerous type of wicket. Junies show some physical differences, such as being smaller and growing a few long strands of hair on their backs and heads. They are much more stable and intelligent than their parents, as if adapted to the virus. They do not laugh constantly, acting more like hyenas: not as ravenous, and instead of rushing their enemies, they try to form ambushes and strike from the flanks.

Wickets choose their alphas in a sequence the Foundation has not deciphered. Do they pick the largest, the oldest, the maddest, or those with the most children? It is very inconsistent and possibly all of these at once. In some cases, they have chosen non-wickets as leaders—tanks, other anomalies, or living creatures. Packs show no initiative or even existence under AE’s direct control.

They are omnivores, capable of eating both plants and meat, but they have favorites: human flesh, chiee entrails, and mango. In one case they were seen enjoying popsicles. Their hunger is intense, especially in freshly infected hosts, who will attempt to eat their victim alive, piece by piece. In short, they eat whatever their masters provide, usually a ration composed of nlusker honeydew and frakrapa eggs to sustain and troika milk to provide necessary nutrients to cubs.
Though weak as cannon fodder, their effectiveness is undeniable. They reproduce at an extremely fast rate, and their small, flexible bodies allow them to infiltrate inaccessible places. Their role in attrition warfare is brutal. Even though the virus can be wiped out with simple antibiotics, they can be reinfected again and again until, one by one, entire platoons fall into terrifying laughter and attack their former companions, causing serious damage to morale.

How AE manages to tame these creatures at a extremely precise and fast way is unknown, since they act completely independently without supervision and packs may attack and hunt their own former masters. However, AE still manages to tame entire groups, as loyalty passes from parent to offspring. In some generations, unsupervised groups forget their allegiance and must be subdued again. The Foundation itself has managed to keep loyal and friendly wickets under its control.

Their vests carry chains that function as chest harnesses to leash and walk them. Geists treat them like dogs of the division, petting and playing with them. Some scratches and bites occur, but withers keep spare antibiotics for that. There is even an official role called “Master of the Demented,” responsible for commanding, training, and caring for the wickets in the troops.

The social structure of wild wickets resembles that of termites, with a king and queen (though, since they are hermaphrodites, perhaps “king and king”) commanding the colony. Hormonal changes transform the monarchs, making them larger and able to communicate more effectively. They control reproduction by granting permission to pairs and identifying genetic or hereditary problems. A colony may start with dozens of individuals but in a few months surpass thousands, and later millions. The largest colony ever seen lies beneath the city of Fiss’Gae, with approximately thirty million members.

In such cases, monarchs must choose nobles and lesser leaders to carry out their will, while others act as sentinels, nurses, hunters, builders, royal guards, and gatherers. To conserve food, nurses can make a kind of honey and monarchs can order their people to consume entire areas, carrying bodies back to the nest.

The largest specimens are selected to become the royal guard, undergoing mutation that makes them gigantic and armored. Their purpose is self-explanatory.

For the people of this dimension, they are ordinary. Having appeared thousands of years ago and while is unknown if they were naturally generated by evolution or some failed experiment they are still seen as animals, sometimes dangerous. For the citizens of AE, they are an example of collectivism, obedience, organization, brotherhood, and the prosperity of the Commonwealth, playing a major role in culture and imagination.

Domesticated colonies can be found around prisons, asylums, or hospitals, where they find good candidates for infection, food, and protection from diseases and others threats. Wild ones are found mainly in tunnels, neighborhoods, abandoned buildings and subway lines, vacant lots, caves, forests, and also roaming the streets of cities. Mey’klor sees all stray animals as the responsibility of its citizens, so they leave food scraps, bowls of water, old mattresses for nesting, and even pool money to buy sacks of feed. Stray hittibs, dogs, and yakmeas coexist with these colonies, which are typically smaller and more peaceful. Another place where they thrive is in industrial hellscapes, where groups are often isolated for years and thus violent toward chiees, becoming a threat to any AF hiding among them. AE commonly sends tamers to recruit such groups for their cause.

The Foundation became aware of these creatures long before discovering C, D, or even AE. A Class D once reported seeing a “tailless monkey,” though no primates exist in the region so it’s theorized that it was a wicket. Before Operation Scalpel, while exploring tunnels in the Upper Path, Foundation forces encountered packs of these creatures. They attacked, and at first were thought to be another species of native predator. Although the pack was defeated, many were injured, and unaware of the virus’s effects, one by one the soldiers transformed until the entire group was exterminated. Because of the poor description of the creatures, the Foundation believed the transformation was rabies assuming the animals were infected. Suspicion only arose when the creatures were found inside Outpost 17 fighting alongside AE. Only after victory and the discovery of documents detailing them as anomalous did the Foundation classify them as SCP-8395-E.

Site-41 was tasked with finding a cure to this memetic disease. The Director ordered the construction of catacombs beneath the site, extending for kilometers to house the beasts. He sought to emulate their natural environment, even cultivating Creezaiv mushrooms.

The first packs to arrive quickly settled in the middle of the catacombs, building nests. To see what would happen, furniture and materials were provided, which they used to make barricades and walls, sealing holesiven nails, they hammered them with their feet. They began building small bases to defend themselves.

To the Director’s misfortune, the specimens grew friendly toward humans, since they brought food and water. They no longer feared or saw humans as prey—something he could not accept. He ordered only live prey to be given. Within two years, the wickets became feral again. He began abducting them for study and dissection. Class Ds were infected to study transformation, and samples were stored in flasks. Entire Class D teams were thrown into the catacombs to feed them, hunted and slaughtered as the Director watched, saying “they deserve this.” On one occasion, a dangerous sentient anomaly was thrown inside; it was infected and transformed into a wicket with its abilities intact, so it was executed to prevent trouble. The Director wanted to use this as a way to dispose of sapient anomalies, but was denied.

Outside the body, the virus acted differently, behaving like a traditional virus. A protective serum was created that granted immunity for three hours before wearing off. Scientists used it when interacting with the entities. Unfortunately, this is when disaster began.

The serum was flawed. A neurodivergent scientist became infected, not transforming but becoming a carrier, still spreading the virus passively. The scientist had a very low degree of autism and did not even know of the condition, without realizing it, he brewed eight pots of coffee. The beverage became infected, and thirty-two staff members drank it, including the Director. When the outbreak was discovered, it was too late—most could not be saved, and the Director himself transformed, escaping through the ventilation system.

Somehow, the Director retained his intelligence and became a Queen, commanding his servants to retreat and plan. Three groups were deployed: one distracted guards and infected staff who required immediate medical aid; another stealthily entered Class D cells, scratching them—those most unstable transformed instantly and joined the effort; the last group fled. Staff rushed in with antibiotics, but there were too many. The cells descended into a madhouse of nonstop laughter, turmoil, screams, snapping spines, and grotesque smiles. Only thirteen were saved. Two hundred eighty-three transformed, broke their bars, attacked the staff, and with sheer numbers took over the prison. While Foundation forces tried to retake it, the Director opened the catacombs. All colonies bowed to their new Queen, and an army was formed.

Tens of thousands flooded the corridors like a tide. Guards were overwhelmed, scientists massacred and eaten alive. Then something strange happened: the wickets calmly opened anomaly cells and attacked them. The Director had planned to use wickets as anomaly-killers, and the plan seen to have continued even after his transformation. Few anomalies could defend themselves and even fewer objects resisted the fury of hundreds of wickets. Some managed to escape, but were injured and transformed, adding to the army. In the end, sixty-seven anomalous objects were destroyed, and the site was conquered by the creatures who started to build barricades to prepare for the inevitable attack.

Ninety-seven percent of staff were either eaten alive or transformed. The site entered lockdown. O5 sent an MTF to cleanse the infestation, and after three arduous days with heavy casualties, the site was retaken. The entire event was dubbed Wicked Storm and destroyed much of the facility. A new Director was appointed. The first thing they did was banish all living anomalies from the site. From then on, Site-41 would deal only with memetic objects, difficult to remember or communicate, not with memetic beasts. The old Director was never found. Whether he fled with part of his army or died in the chaos remains unknown. If he survived, the Foundation never found him again.

Although Wicked Storm was a disastrous event, worse followed. Hundreds of wickets escaped into the wild. The first incident occurred four days later, when an entire farm was wiped out, alerting the Foundation. They had split into groups, living nomadically or in obscure, deep places such as caves.

The Foundation created new capture methods, building traps with sleeping gas, baiting clans with food to knock them out, or flooding caves with gas and extracting anomalies and eggs to other sites.

Many catacombs were dug into other sites, but with far more cameras and gas dispensers in every room. One of the most successful examples was Site-13, where the wickets are no longer even contained. The captain of MTF Cerberus III became their new king after repeatedly killing the old ones and pampering the commoners, even managing to communicate with them by laughing in their faces. Cerberus was authorized to use these entities on missions.
In other sites, the catacombs must remain closed and monitored by cameras. They may only be opened for study, sample extraction, or feeding. One cow feeds an entire colony for months, making them the preferred food source. However, if Class Ds—or anyone else—misbehaves, disobeys, uses violence, steals, or asks too many questions, it is permitted and even encouraged to throw them into the catacombs and seal the door. One human feeds twenty wickets, and human flesh is their favorite.

[SCP 8395-F] Multipurpose Puffer
A strange and varied anomaly, SCP-8395-F is a complex of object-fishes that are multipurpose. All forms of F share certain traits: a toothed mouth somewhere, spines, and gills. The uses of these things are varied and include:

1. Grenades – capable of digging and searching for enemies before exploding like a frag grenade.
2. Lenses – a pair of glasses which, when worn, grant night vision and a much greater sense of depth.
3. Shotgun – the size and power of a standard shotgun, but with the bonus of anomalous venom that melts the bones of victims.
4. Pointer – the best name for it; it gives instant stitches and closes wounds without pain. The anomaly exterminates any germ inside the wound.
5. Hook – a piece of equipment that requires a whole arm to use. It launches a tongue that can reach up to 200 meters. The tongue is extremely sticky and will attempt to wrap around anything it hits, capable of pulling objects back with supernatural force. The pulling strength can be adjusted to snap spines or even collapse structures.
6. Pen – generates its own ink and punishes any theft or bite.
7. Watch – capable of telling the hour, day, month, and year anywhere, regardless of distance, signal, or anything else. It can even speak the date aloud.
8. Bomb – mortar shells with guidance systems, essentially grenades but much larger, with greater range and destructive power. They also have subtypes such as incendiary, toxic, EMP, light, smoke, etc.
9. Soap – a bar of soap that releases nanocreatures to consume all dirt and waste they touch. At the end, the creatures merge back together and form another bar.

And more. The Foundation found these weapons both on corpses and in armories. They are to be stored in an arsenal and used only with authorization. They reproduce on their own and require no maintenance.

[SCP 8395-G] Behemoth Tanks
Among the most powerful, brutal, and efficient units humanity has ever had the misfortune to encounter, SCP-8395-G is an anomaly resembling a dinosaur. They are similar to Creekrais, except their pairs of eyes are clustered together in the usual eye sockets. They have no fur or feathers, a single horn, massive tails, and arms as large as elephants with four fingers, including two opposable thumbs. Their skin is as resistant as diamond. They never get sick, never tire, and are intelligent—on par with a human being.

They are completely armored, their bodies covered with the best plating and weaponry that AE can provide, crafted from the most powerful anomalous materials available. They are always seen this way; no living behemoth has ever been photographed without armor. These creatures vary greatly in size: the smallest reach 16 meters while the largest ever seen had 7 kilometers long.
Capable of withstanding absurd punishment, entire troops may expend their ammunition without causing meaningful damage. The smallest weigh around 30 tons, while the largest are impossible to weigh. They are equipped with a multitude of weapons:

1. mega-machine guns that they can physically pull the triggers of, unleashing hundreds of 35 cm anti-materiel rounds in seconds;
2. missile launchers capable of toppling hills in a single shot;
3. flamethrowers spewing pure napalm;
4. cannons and artillery mounted on their backs, equal or superior to human equivalents;
5. tails outfitted with other weapons, axes, or blades, functioning exactly like the claws of the Stalkers.

Despite their size, they are not slow: they can run up to 40 km/h, are athletic, and can pivot rapidly.
These traits make them super-heavy leviathans, nearly unstoppable. A single one is capable of annihilating entire armies with ease. For AE’s they are a cultural symbol of strength and power, appearing on countless posters, with the LND emblem frequently associated with them.

Reports of these creatures date back to the beginning of the Tide Era, though they were never confirmed by other groups—understandable, since armies facing them left no survivors. For years, the Foundation dismissed these stories as propaganda, claiming that if they did exist, they were exaggerated. The legends never mentioned their immense size. Their first confirmed appearance took the Foundation by surprise and caused one of the greatest losses in its history.
Every Wither aspires to own one of these creatures. It is considered a great honor, the will and fury of the Monarch made flesh. They are treated like kings in palaces and serve as mounts for high-ranking officers.

Apparently, the older they are, the larger they become, never ceasing to grow. They are classified into three categories:
Younglings – the most common, ranging from 16 to 90 meters.
Blooded – part of the elite, ranging from 90 to 250 meters.
Ancients – the rarest and oldest, from 250 meters to an unknown number, if a limit even exists. These have lived for centuries, acting as fortresses and mobile bases. They even grow another pair of legs to better balance their immense bodies. Fortunately, only Younglings and Blooded have appeared on Earth so far—the Ancients are simply too large.

During AE’s earliest incursions on Earth, they did not appear at all. Later, they appeared only rarely, but today, multiple specimens are seen in nearly every major encounter. This may mean that either Mey’klor now takes the Foundation more seriously, or that the creatures exist in much greater numbers than previously thought, with only transportation to Earth having improved. Which explanation is worse is unknown.

No specimen has ever been captured or contained, though attempts continue—all failures so far. Both the Foundation and DAIG concluded that the most effective method of eliminating a behemoth is through drone strikes. Drone factories and breeding facilities were established to deal with their rising frequency. However, when an Ancient enters the field, even missiles can barely scratch it. Another factor is their regenerative capability: they can heal entire wounds within hours. Their armor, composed of a mixture of anomalous materials, grows along with the beast and regenerates on its own. Most behemoths have not removed their armor in decades.

[SCP 8395-H] Siege Beasts
Anomalous even among anomalies, siege beasts stand 6 meters tall and 12 meters long. They are living artillery, capable of processing any material into new bombs. They must be fed through the mouth, and then they launch the ammunition from their backs. They have six eyes, six legs, and an ovipositor on their back that fires these bombs, which take the form of eggs. The eggs’ effects depend on the materials consumed, and they are capable of homing in on enemies and changing course if necessary.

For reproduction, the beast simply lays an egg without launching it, and then fertilizes it. In truth, every siege beast is a pair: they exhibit strong sexual dimorphism. The male is the large, mobile beast, while the female resembles a flying worm that locks onto the male’s back. The male’s sperm is explosive; when combined with the female’s immature ova, it creates the perfect containment for a bomb. The female produces hundreds of ova each day, but only a few mature and hatch. The rest are left in suspended hibernation until used as ammunition.

Siege beasts are inferior to conventional artillery in terms of strength, range, and area of effect, but are far more mobile and practical. A single corpse provides enough organic matter for a male to generate eight shots. They can also choose to launch a bomb directly, without transforming it.
The Foundation first discovered these creatures during AE’s siege of Site-11. The beasts bombarded the facility for days, until the geists advanced and the siege beasts followed. Though their primary role is mortar fire, they are also capable of launching half-formed bombs for higher velocity. With their thick hide and additional armor, they behave much like tanks. In that battle, five siege beasts participated and inflicted heavy casualties, ultimately allowing AE to capture Site-11 for a time before a Foundation counter-offensive reclaimed it, along with the beasts.
They are now contained at Site-11. Outside battle, they display no aggression and behave like normal animals. The Foundation permitted them to reproduce, resulting in seven breeding pairs, each pair producing two eggs—one male, one female—with another couple complementing them.
It took two and a half years for them to reach adulthood. They appear to have adapted to the site, allowing staff to pet and interact with them. All captured siege beasts are sent there for the specialists of SCP-8395-H.

[SCP-8395-I] Salmonella
An anomalous alien shark species, larger than great whites and reaching up to 7 meters. Their bite is slightly stronger, and their scales are rocky, covering the head and thorax, made from a substance as hard as stone but far more flexible, while the rest of their skin is smooth. They can survive in almost any kind of liquid, whether fresh, salty, or polluted, and possess supernatural strength and stamina.

Both the Foundation and Trrsima tested their strength, placing them in the range of dozens of tons. They are capable of dragging ships with great speed, and even a family of them can tow the heaviest battleship without difficulty. When they sleep, their dorsal fins emit energy, which does not disperse or cause harm in water. If a wire is placed near the fin, it will draw power and can sustain an entire vessel.

These creatures are used in naval combat like living piranhas for both flesh and metal, forming death-squadrons against ships, shipwreck survivors, and coastal or aquatic bases. They reproduce traditionally and live in distinct territories. While solitary inside them, they never truly stray far and can instantly communicate with others in the same region for breeding or rescue. No infighting or competition has ever been recorded. Their society is matriarchal, with larger females acting as leaders of their territories. Males protect eggs and young, and gather food for their mates. However, no single leader holds authority over all.

Females lay floating eggs wrapped in a membrane that protects against predators. They hatch after 39 hours into football-sized hatchlings, cared for until 4 weeks, when they already reach adult size and can reproduce.

At first, the Foundation, just like with the the wickets, initially believed they were merely animals after seeing one in the heavily polluted lake of the National Core, yes it was extremely polluted and they were a bit strange It's not like there aren't animals like that on Earth. Only when one dragged an entire ship alone did the Foundation realize their anomalous nature. They are critical for the Commonwealth no as weapons but as their main food source. Raised in hatcheries, they grow fast and yield meat, skin, scales, and energy. Their flesh is both tasty and highly nutritious, their skins make up a third of Mey’klor clothing, their scales are used in armor and Ea vests, and their bones are excellent fertilizers and also resemble chiedimas bones perfect to give that EVIL stile. They require little food, often fed with slaves tossed into their tanks.

Some escaped and settled in Core lakes, becoming apex predators in extreme pollution. They keep local populations in check and are themselves hunted by chiedimas. Unlike wickets, they show no hesitation in attacking their former masters, eating any who fall into the water.
Unlike most other entities who compose the Commonwealth horde, the origin of the Salmonella is known. On April 13, 678 AD, a massive meteor crashed into Lake Calapixo, flooding the city of Calapixo. The meteor was sealed, but the Salmonella broke out of its shell, devouring survivors. AR dispatched teams to rescue civilians and eliminate the threat, later forming diving and capture squads. Hundreds were secured with tranquilizers and tasers, and their military and economic uses became clear.

[SCP-8395-J] Russian Spider Dolls
Anomalous objects and equipment with unknown function. They appear as spider-shaped dolls styled like Russian nesting dolls. X-rays revealed multiple internal layers, but none can be opened or activated. Their purpose remains a mystery. The Foundation has collected several without understanding their function.

[SCP-8395-K] Hungry Flies
Large moth-like creatures with a 30 cm wingspan, bearing an extra pair of bat-like wings. These beings are highly photophilic, more than moths, and go into a frenzied trance under strong light, becoming faster, coordinated, and ravenous for flesh and metal. Their teeth are sharp enough to tear through flesh and steel.

When stimulated, a catastrophic phenomenon occurs: the “Gray Clouds.” AE uses chemiluminescent mortar shells that create blinding “mini-suns” in the sky, burning for hours. Then billions of these creatures are released, swarming the illuminated area, devouring everything alive or reflective. Supplies, vehicles, intel, infrastructure, and food are destroyed. Even what they cannot eat is torn apart by sheer force in waves. Only solid structures remain standing as small houses are mangled by sheer numbers; entire cities can be annihilated in minutes. Survivors only hope is to hide in absolute darkness, extinguishing all lights, or they will be discovered and devoured.

Site-31 was obliterated in one such event. At 19:34 it was thriving with thousands of personnel. By 19:41, nothing remained: no bodies, no equipment, no anomalies. The site was never rebuilt. Since then, the Foundation has attempted to exterminate the species, with Site-84 tasked with developing viruses or other eradication methods.

Such creatures reproduce at an absurd rate, let some of them escape and in a few days millions have returned, they also do not reproduce in the traditional way, new instances just grow and appear out of nowhere where there are more Ks and they will appear somehow be it spore reproduction or teleportation is unknown.

These creatures are active and hunt at night and appear to have evolved to prey on sapient beings who signal their presence with bonfires, lanterns, and city lights. As soon as an instance is stimulated by light its antennae open and cause a domino effect on the others, alerting them to their prey and becoming agitated. They somehow coordinate and unite them as a single mind to act as living waves, although their effectiveness AE do not like to use such attacks as they destroy all the loot in the city.

If you unfortunately find yourself in this situation, don't panic and grab as many personnel, equipment, supplies and anomalies as possible and retreat to a dark building, preferentially underground, and turn off any and all light sources and wait for it to pass. If a cloud of these things enters your room, try not to panic. If there is no light at all, you should be safe. Never try to fight them even with with specialized weapons like flamethrowers. Besides generating light, there are simply too many of them and you will cease to exist in seconds.

Interestingly, when an attack happens, geists also retreat and turn off any light. These things have no side and will kill anything, in addition to being able to see invisible entities in some way, so stalkers at the end are also killed and devoured.

[SCP-8395-L] Tornadus
Feld elite airborne creatures. The tornadus, nicknamed “Flying Zillas.” Resemble massive bats, 17 meters tall with 30-meter wingspans, two sets of wings, and diamond-hard limbs and armor plating. Despite their enormous size and weight, they can fly at supersonic speeds.

Their diamond jaws can crush any aircraft, and they are fitted with weapons and armor rivaling behemoths. They can also discharge lightning arcs between their wings. Evidence suggests all are female. They dominate the battlefield, serving as capital ships of aerial fleets. Like behemoths, they never stop growing, with the largest reaching 500 meters tall and 2 km long.

The Foundation first encountered them during the Battle of Site-83, when one instance destroyed 7 helicopters before being killed by drones and rocket launchers.

[SCP-8395-M] Trumbo
Small trunked creatures of the size of children. Their purpose is logistical and maintenance-based. They can generate gasoline, fossil fuels, and ethanol infinitely, and are equipped with built-in tools for vehicle repair.

They can be seen refueling vehicles and flamethrowers, assisting with mechanical repairs. Though intelligent, they cannot speak. In combat, they spray flammable liquid to fuel flamethrowers or are even used as flamethrowers themselves, though they dislike it. They are otherwise defenseless.
Captured instances are transferred to Site-84, where they are provided comfortable conditions to breed efficiently. The goal is to mass-produce them until fossil fuel becomes a renewable energy source for the Foundation and eventually the world. They require only water to survive.

They were first discovered as gas station attendants in AZ, even refueling a Foundation helicopter. Later studies with AZ revealed they are actually fungi that reproduce through spores.

[SCP-8395-N] C-JUICE
A beverage of anomalous composition, bottled in green glass with the logo “C-JUICE” featuring a cartoonish ballan. It functions as a combat stimulant, renewing energy, filtering blood, dulling pain and fear signals, enhancing vision, awareness, speed, and strength, turning any consumer into a deadly threat. The bottle is made of durable steel so only when the user drink it they can crush it.
The drink is rare and expensive, normally reserved for sybras and other elite units, with special variants crafted for lugrons and behemoths.

The Foundation first discovered empty and crushed bottles learning its effects from prisoners. Later, crates were captured and now 28 and a half crates—each with 100 bottles—are secured across different Sites. Consumption by humans is safe and grants the same benefits but is generally prohibited due to limited stock. Its taste resembles soda.

[SCP-8395-O] Mega Quapods
Entities standing 7 meters tall with four long, thin legs. These beasts are embedded with AE’s portal technology, though in a weaker, safer, and more portable form.

For them to function, a cornea is needed along with a straight path. Their range extends up to 4 kilometers and requires 2 minutes to activate. No warning appears until the last 5 seconds, when faint blue sparks manifest at the site, followed by the portal bursting open with an explosion. The rift remains for several hours before exploding again and vanishing completely.

These creatures usually lead the charge, heavily armored and armed with powerful weapons. Their legs can pierce tanks, structures, and barricades with ease, and they can also exhale a blast of frost capable of freezing victims in seconds. It takes heavy cannon fire to bring one down.
Any captured instance must be sent to Site-76. Mechanical in nature, they were built by intelligent beings; in truth, they may not even be anomalous but merely products of advanced technology.

Regardless, they must all be dismantled and examined, with their components contained.

[SCP-8395-P] Hot Knife
A worm-like anomaly over 95 meters long and 4 meters thick. Most recognizable by its head, which resembles a burning blade or sword, the edge burns hotter than the sun itself, melting everything it touches and tunneling through earth with incredible speed and ease.

Its body is coated in steel-like skin, with four eyes, a rocky jaw, and a tail shaped like an axe. It possesses echolocation and can unleash piercing shrieks loud enough to stun prey. They are elite diggers and tunneling units, used for ambushing and destroying installations by surprise. However, they cannot excavate sophisticated tunnels suitable for troop passage, so they are often supported by gorsnas to cover this weakness.

The Foundation first discovered them while investigating a mining team searching for a subterranean anomaly in the Carbon Zone.

[SCP-8395-Q] Gate beasts
One of the most enigmatic, curious and important entities utilized by AR. Having 6 meters tall gate beasts are semi-organic semi-constructed creatures used by AE as a mobile assault and inter-dimensional transport vector. It’s body resemble a rhino but extremely rocky and 7 jointed legs and their stone skin repair itself when damage, it’s body is divided into several segments, each marked with luminescent rings capable of opening portals between planes — the so-called “fold points.”

Inside, the Gatebeast houses a crystalline organ known as the pivot core, the center of all its function. This core vibrates in resonance with the coordinates provided by technicians of AE, creating a folded space between two points in the physical plane. When activated, the portal shines in bluish tones, while metallic echoes fill the air, as if space itself were being torn apart and sewn back together.

Gatebeasts are not mindless machines. They demonstrate obedience and even a degree of tactical awareness. Many recognize their handlers and respond to vocal or tonal commands, sometimes refusing to open portals in locations they perceive as dangerous. Before activating, their legs anchor into the ground to stabilize the structure, and once positioned, their whole body vibrates until the air distorts and the portal forms between their rings.

During combat, Gatebeasts serve as invasion anchor, unlike their more unsophisticated quapods comrades who have the role of leading the charge and fast but unreliable paths for ambush . Through them, hundreds of geists, wickets, and vehicles can cross from one plane to another within seconds. Some act as living bridges, holding the rift open while the rest of the army passes through. Others are used to confuse enemies, opening multiple false rifts and creating dimensional echoes that disorient sensors and radar. And if any humans dares to attack them it will or be torn by it’s horns or drown by water or lava from any dimension they have a path.

Most gatebeasts however have a non combat role use to maintain and operate the portal lines between AE and it’s 1 thousand off dimension colonies, if they were absent most supplie lines of anomalous ore and material that AE depends to keep their war machine running will be over and killing one of these elite gatebeasts can slow or even destroy a rote to a portal for days or years, for that they are top targets of assassination.

The entity’s arrival was preceded by massive electromagnetic distortion. All long-range communication failed for approximately nine minutes. A spatial implosion was recorded 11 minutes after termination of the last portal wave, resulting in complete loss of the eastern perimeter and partial dislocation of surrounding terrain. These signals are a red alert to the Foundation since one of AR’s most common missions on Earth is to deploy one to start the creation of a stable line to Zafitra and must be taken down as quickly as possible.

Recovered visual logs show the entity’s body composed of overlapping metallic plates that rearrange during activation, forming circular patterns similar to ancient Sorkonist sigils. Each activation ring glows in a blue-green spectrum corresponding to a Creezaiv core resonance.
Analysis suggests the creature does not generate portals independently, but in coordination with a distant dimensional relay node, possibly within the AE core cities. The resonance signature was traced to a frequency identical to that of the ORIL transmission channel “Epsilon-Vector.”

The first record of a Gatebeast dates to 1979, during the collapse of Site-83. The phenomenon was initially mistaken for quapod activity until, in 1986, after a joint operation with AH, the remains of one such creature were recovered. The body was taken for study but began decomposing in a fractal pattern, releasing unstable spatial waves that tore small rifts in the area. No living specimen has survived more than twenty hours outside AE control, suggesting that the creatures are sustained by a dimensional control network.

It is still unknown whether Gatebeasts are artificial creations of the ORILor native entities from Creezaiv that were domesticated and reshaped by the Commonwealth. The similarity between their cores and crystals found in the top mount of Krhoski suggests that part of their design predates AE itself.

Each Gatebeast is accompanied by a fixed AR team composed of technicians and line cartographers responsible for aligning the creature’s core with destination coordinates. These handlers claim the process is both technical and spiritual: the Gatebeast does not merely “obey” but listens. Communication occurs through harmonics, metallic tones, and light projections translating coordinates into visible patterns.

There are reports of creatures refusing to open portals after the death of their cartographers, entering collapse and generating unstable folds that consumed entire fields. This has reinforced the belief within the Commonwealth that Gatebeasts possess both soul and consciousness, being treated as revered soldiers.

The Foundation maintains all known survivors under observation, as most exhibit signs of cognitive resonance — a partial duplication of perception, as if part of them still remained “on the other side.”

Post-engagement surveys recorded traces of spatial degradation and temporal inversion up to 4.2 kilometers from the event site. Affected materials exhibited both accelerated decay and spontaneous crystallization. Personnel exposed for more than 20 seconds reported layered perception, hearing multiple versions of their own voice overlapping.

The Gatebeast’s remains disintegrated into dust and light fractals, vanishing completely after seventy-two minutes. Subsequent attempts to recover biological or metallic residues were failed.
SCP-8395-Q entities should not be engaged under any condition. All AE military deployments involving Gatebeasts must be observed remotely and recorded via long-range thaumic or quantum relay only

[SCP-8395-R] Tar Pits
Amalgamations of lava-like pitch burning at extreme temperatures. Their size varies, but their base form averages 6 meters tall. In battle, they act as titans and heavy tanks able to reshape themselves into any form, alter size, and manipulate their own temperature and physical state. Their capabilities are limited only by their imagination.

Yet, each one has a weakness: the core, functioning as both an eye and vessel for its soul. Striking the core can destabilize the liquid body or kill the entity outright, though they can move the core to evade.

Tar Pits are rare units, first encountered during repeated assaults on Site-62. The Foundation captured some by destabilizing their cores. Despite lacking vocal cords, they can speak. Each one suffers from mental disorders such as anxiety, bipolarity, depression, or paranoia, often all at once. All have claimed to once have been chiedimas in life, transformed into this state. When asked how, they refused to answer, insisting their families would die if they revealed it. Even when told AE could not hear them, they refused to risk it. They are now subjected to daily therapy sessions in hopes they may one day reveal their origin.

Bullets are useless, and grenades cause little lasting harm. To eliminate them, aim for the core; if they block and lose partial vision, seek a water source and flood them. Immersed, they become immobile and fragile, allowing a true kill.

Since 1974 the SCP Foundation and the Cohort of the Mey’Klor Commonwealth have been in a state of open warfare with each other, and beyond the clashes and missions that occur within Creezaiv the Foundation increasingly finds them outside their native dimension. Normally such encounters happen in an identical order of events: the Foundation encounters an anomaly that leads to another existential plane, we send a team to explore it, we either find them already inside or they arrive in the dimension and the battle begins with the victor taking control of the anomaly. Another method already discussed is the use of space-time anomalies to create a path to Earth, as already said whatever they use to do this has a flaw in stabilizing the path which usually collapses.

Incident AE-83. Collapse of Site 83: One of the anomalies contained at Site 83 was used as a bridge for the string method, they observed the entrance for days before attacking, at 11:39 hundreds of 8395-E came out of the anomaly and massacred the scientists and then attacked 2 more rooms, the guards were taken by surprise and were overwhelmed and Courtyard 2 of the site was under their control.

When the other guards retaliated the creatures used the vents to ambush them until heavy support arrived, bombadiers, geists and lugrons appeared by the dozens and massacred what was left of the personnel taking control of the site. The response was immediate, 15 MTF were united to retake the site.

At 18:42 the attack began, the Foundation divided into 3 groups, one to attack from the front with 14 Abrams M1A2 battle tanks, a second to attack from the rear with artillery support, and the third that would attack first by parachuting in.
19:10 the third group landed by parachute at the base but had not counted that AE had given many reinforcements, there were hundreds of troops inside and the lucky ones were massacred, the unlucky ones were taken back and only God knows what happened to them.
At 19:21 both the first and second group attacked the base and a true battle began with both sides taking cover and positioning their armored units, at the front line the Foundation massacred and managed to advance through the site while at the rear front they decided to hold their ground and obliterate the site with artillery.
At 19:56 the reserve helicopters arrived and used napalm and bombs to attack but took casualties from snipers and faced the jets of the ORIL, meanwhile below the front line became a meat grinder for both sides with hundreds dead and entire walls collapsed as collateral damage from the firefight, AE began to retreat.
At 20:12 a pursuit began with wickets being launched to try to stop the Foundation while in the air a tornadus appeared being discovered by the Foundation for the first time and killed 80% of the helicopters.
At 20:30 all fronts focused on killing the beast and 2 drones and several bazooka shots defeated the mammal, but it gave AE time to retreat.
At 20:40 the site was retaken and investigated. There were almost no anomalies left in it and the portal closed. The Commonwealth must have realized the portal was about to close so decided to steal as many anomalies and as much intel as possible.

31 anomalies were stolen and several computers as well, besides providing intel about the Foundation there were also maps, information and guides about the culture, political state and society of Earth. In only a few months the site was rebuilt and became operational again.

The future the two species will share is uncertainty. Mey’klor grows more aggressive on Earth with each incursion, and the chance of peaceful coexistence fades rapidly. Countless responses have been proposed—ranging from diplomacy and containment to preemptive strikes—but none are free from peril. The Foundation has studied possibilities as drastic as , proposed by Dr. Karlij, flooding the Commonwealth core through dimensional anomalies conecting the portal to the ocean or detonating weapons of mass destruction in their capital, yet such measures would kill billions, devastate ecosystems both on Earth and Creezaiv, the flooding plan will make coast lines retreat kilometers,, and likely unite the Commonwealth in vengeance against humanity. These plans remain classified as last-resort contingencies, not viable strategies.

All captured Mey’klor personnel or civilians must be confined in standard cells where they are to be detained and interrogated for any pertinent information. All slaves, prisoners, and refugees who are rescued must be transported to Site 32, where they will either be integrated or returned to a secure location in their homeworld. However, all individuals suffering from stuffing must be relieved of their suffering, as the likelihood of restoring their cognitive faculties is exceedingly low due to extensive brain damage, as even ten entire tens designated to find a cure working for decades report it as being impossible. Thus, it is more humane to just end their distress.

The Commonwealth remains a danger unlike any faced before—organized, relentless, and ideologically convinced of its divine right to dominate. What lies ahead will test every law, belief, and boundary we hold, and whatever decision we make will echo long after the last incursion fades.

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Despite advanced AI and CPUs, most of their hardware is primitive compared to humanity’s. Graphics processors are rudimentary, storage inefficient, and RAM severely limited. Their breakthroughs lie in CPUs, motherboards, AI, and software—knowledge the Foundation reverse-engineered and disseminated through corporations such as OpenAI, distributing advances originally stolen from SCP-8395.

History

The history of SCP-8395 is as vast as that of humanity and will not be deeply detailed in this article. For a more comprehensive study with maps, nations, minor details and more context from such times, we suggest you to refer to the Site-80 archive’s.

The earliest preserved documents from the chiedimas show that since the beginning—ever since the first Chiee managed to speak a word—war has been their primary focus.

By then, the Foundation had become a whispered legend among Community civilians—strange ape-like figures glimpsed at the edges of vision, vanishing without trace. The Foundation sought intelligence on AE and AR, but quickly realized that, much like itself, the other factions knew little about them.

Escalating Tensions

The relative calm proved short-lived. In 1967, Mey’klor finished the Magnum war and could focus on minor threats. Slowly, AG was overwhelmed. Eventually, both the Foundation and Ishpla agreed that maintaining their position was untenable. The O5 Council demanded a mass migration of the population beyond the Commonwealth's reach.

The future the two species will share is uncertainty. Mey’klor grows more aggressive on Earth with each incursion, and the chance of peaceful coexistence fades rapidly. Countless responses have been proposed—ranging from diplomacy and containment to preemptive strikes—but none are free from peril.

The Commonwealth remains a danger unlike any faced before—organized, relentless, and ideologically convinced of its divine right to dominate. What lies ahead will test every law, belief, and boundary we hold, and whatever decision we make will echo long after the last incursion fades.

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Since 1974 the SCP Foundation and the Cohort of the Mey’Klor Commonwealth have been in a state of open warfare with each other, and beyond the clashes and missions that occur within Creezaiv the Foundation increasingly finds them outside their native dimension. Normally such encounters happen in an identical order of events: the Foundation encounters an anomaly that leads to another existential plane, we send a team to explore it, we either find them already inside or they arrive in the dimension and the battle begins with the victor taking control of the anomaly. Another method already discussed is the use of space-time anomalies to create a path to Earth, as already said whatever they use to do this has a flaw in stabilizing the path which usually collapses.

some notable incidents include

**Incident AE-83.** __Collapse of Site 83:__ One of the anomalies contained at Site 83 was used as a bridge for the string method, they observed the entrance for days before attacking, at 11:39 hundreds of 8756-E came out of the anomaly and massacred the scientists and then attacked 2 more rooms, the guards were taken by surprise and were overwhelmed and Courtyard 2 of the site was under their control.

When the other guards retaliated the creatures used the vents to ambush them until heavy support arrived, bombadiers, geists and lugrons appeared by the dozens and massacred what was left of the personnel taking control of the site. The response was immediate, 15 MTF were united to retake the site.

At 18:42 the attack began, the Foundation divided into 3 groups, one to attack from the front with 14 Abrams M1A2 battle tanks, a second to attack from the rear with artillery support, and the third that would attack first by parachuting in.

19:10 the third group landed by parachute at the base but had not counted that AE had given many reinforcements, there were hundreds of troops inside and the lucky ones were massacred, the unlucky ones were taken back and only God knows what happened to them.

At 19:21 both the first and second group attacked the base and a true battle began with both sides taking cover and positioning their armored units, at the front line the Foundation massacred and managed to advance through the site while at the rear front they decided to hold their ground and obliterate the site with artillery.

At 19:56 the reserve helicopters arrived and used napalm and bombs to attack but took casualties from snipers and faced the jets of the ORIL, meanwhile below the front line became a meat grinder for both sides with hundreds dead and entire walls collapsed as collateral damage from the firefight, AE began to retreat.

At 20:12 a pursuit began with wickets being launched to try to stop the Foundation while in the air a tornadus appeared being discovered by the Foundation for the first time and killed 80% of the helicopters.

At 20:30 all fronts focused on killing the beast and 2 drones and several bazooka shots defeated the mammal, but it gave AE time to retreat.

At 20:40 the site was retaken and investigated. There were almost no anomalies left in it and the portal closed. The Commonwealth must have realized the portal was about to close so decided to steal as many anomalies and as much intel as possible.

31 anomalies were stolen and several computers as well, besides providing intel about the Foundation there were also maps, information and guides about the culture, political state and society of Earth. In only a few months the site was rebuilt and became operational again.

**Incident AE-13.** __Siege of 2678:__ In 1979 SCP-2678 became the door to an AE portal several kilometers away from the tent, the means AE used seemed to have no need for Catholic faith. With geists being sent to explore and colonize the new territory, it did not take long for a Foundation employee to be found by the geists who opened fire and killed him on the spot.
Knowing the danger the Foundation immediately sent forces to secure the anomaly from any invasion, 300 MTFs with Catholic faith entered the anomaly to discover how AE managed to enter and how to close it.

Patrols through the streets ended in clashes between the two factions painting the city red with a new source of blood, soon both sides sent reinforcements upon reinforcements and a true war began, at its peak each side had 1500 soldiers fighting each other with several buildings being destroyed by bombs and the interior of many churches destroyed by gunfire.

The Foundation using the city map ambushed them and killed much of the geists and began advancing toward the portal, that was until they heard giant footsteps one by one, it was a behemoth once believed to be only propaganda and upon seeing the agents it opened fire, they responded with everything they had but it was not enough, the behemoth was 40 meters tall and alone killed 1469 soldiers and advanced toward the door.

The Foundation in despair tried to retreat but the behemoth reached the door and destroyed the shack and everything in it and upon seeing the door they tried to enter and thus reach Earth, but it was not possible.

Only Catholics could enter, both the behemoth and the geists went into fury and tried again and again to enter while the Foundation prepared a bomb to launch through the door, however a scream was heard and both the door and the portal were closed and could no longer be opened, and remained that way for 3 minutes.

When it opened again the shack was rebuilt with everything it had before including the skeleton, but now the skeleton was much smaller, not only that but the entire city was reconstructed and every trace of the war was gone. The Foundation and Mey’klor opened negotiations for peace, the city was large and so it could be divided between the two in a peaceful way, half to one and half to the other.

The Foundation used the anomaly in the same way and upon exploring researched and saw that the cathedrals now also had elements made from chieedima and wickets bones , and in the center of the city a new statue stood, recreating Archangel Michael fighting Lucifer except Michael had a rifle with bayonet instead of a spear and Lucifer was a behemoth that in fact had become not only this statue but much of the city’s structures.

2678 became one of the few places where the Foundation and Mey’klor had a peaceful relationship making it easy for both to meet and even talk about anything, though Mey’klor at first in fact tried to colonize the city to collect the blood that fell, although it could not be used in transfusions it could be used to collect iron residue and repurposed for other uses, but everyone who began living within it felt discomfort, heard insults, felt touched and saw hallucinations, so today only 82 citizens remain in this colony. They also use it to train and indoctrinate officers using the effect of 2678 although they too feel discomfort inside it.

**Incident AE-K-1000.** __Confrontation beneath Site-54:__ In 2021 Site-54 was attacked by the wither “Red Husks,” using SCP-907 to discover the site and then employing a quapod to teleport beneath it.

For six weeks they prepared only for in April several holes to be made and light reinforced throughout the site, from the holes not only came flash bombs but millions of flies that in just 3 minutes massacred over 70% of the site, when the light was gone the wither emerged and the few staff left had to fight for their lives. With Leipzig also being attacked and 13,000 civilians either killed or captured by the Commonwealth, when the Foundation responded Red Husks fought for 4 days before retreating underground and taking the deepest parts of 54 as their own base.

To this day the Red Husks remain below turning it into their fortress, with dozens of attempts made to destroy them, even trying to drown them with water and gas but they had prepared with dams, attempts to suffocate them were made but they stole several oxygen tanks and plants that will keep them alive for decades, and finally the Foundation sent SCP-610 to kill them which did in fact succeed in killing 1000 soldiers, but those soldiers remembered a passage they had dug and caught the Foundation by surprise, breaching containment and forcing Site-54 to be disinfected while they still remained underground resisting the plague and humans.

Using the civilians they captured to maintain the base and reproducing their anomalies, sometimes they attack 54 or even Leipzig for supplies, ammunition and prisoners with the city’s prisons being assaulted to make more wickets. If the Foundation attacks heavily with bombs the entire Site-54 and portions of Leipzig will collapse and be destroyed so they continue sending teams to retake the site but resistance is high.

The Foundation is currently attempting to negotiate a surrender but the operation is still too young for us to know the outcome.

**Incident AE-83-4000.** __Siege of Site-37:__ To test a possible new route to Earth the Organ of Reliable Intelligence and Logistics sent hundreds of colonies of wickets and other anomalies like siege beasts not only to see if it would work but also to try destabilizing Earth, of the 1000 colonies only 40 survived and reached Earth, the majority quickly destroyed with AR judging this new method too dangerous, however one not only managed to survive but is prospering just beneath Site-37, after transforming 4 farms and 6 villages into more of themselves they advanced.

As if they knew their objective the first siege counted 50,000 wickets, 7000 siege beasts, 85 gorsnas and 1 hot knife besieged the site for years constantly with attacks and ambushes to in roads until being defeated, only for some time later to dig beneath the site and emerge into it.
Due to being underfunded, caught by surprise and lacking support from the rest of the Foundation the attack of 20,000 beasts was devastating, for 3 consecutive days they attacked, using ambushes and sinking entire buildings with their claws, the beasts were relentless and overwhelmed even the most powerful guard, 30% of the site population were killed each day, and they had to call for reinforcements which only arrived 1 week later, by then only 12 staff were barely alive with their last rooms surrounded.

The reinforcements found something curious, wicketfied 939s within the hordes, they had been fighting with a large pack of SCP-939s that had been living beneath 37 this whole time, the assistance made the wickets retreat and 37 was partially repaired.
Beneath 37 the pack of SCP-939s and the beast colony still fight and prosper, occasionally one of the sides rises to attack site 37.

**Event 45-8756-K:** Also emerging from that experiment not only were Es launched but Ks as well, a small group established their breeding ground in Zanzibar and soon multiplied into the millions before abandoning the field to seek a better place to hunt, namely the place with the most light.

That place was Area-2 which was attacked and lost one-third of its staff in a single night, on the following night Area-2 emitted as much light as possible to lure them into not leaving the region, the instances established their new breeding ground beneath the Area and every Thursday they emerge to hunt, so every Thursday the Foundation generously releases Class-Ds to live out their lives.

They are also kept to test all weapons that 84 develops in attempts to wipe out their species.

**Incident AE-14.** __Surgical Cut:__ In 1993, a legion of sybras managed to infiltrate Earth. Their purpose was to cause as much disruption and weakness as possible. The 41th Legion, known as the “Black Hands”, had been specifically trained for sabotage — and that is what they carried out.
In 2016, for example, they slipped silently into Site-14 just to cut the telephone lines, disabling the site for six months. Unsatisfied, they advanced further, killing 200 personnel before fleeing, escaping before the guards could arrive. When the guards began the pursuit, they fell victim to traps and ambushes that had been set, leaving only 2 legionnaires dead against over 400 human casualties for each one.

Other exploits included releasing all anomalies across more than 10 sites between 2016 and 2018, a minor invasion of Site-78, the ambush and destruction of 79 trucks transporting Class-Ds between 1993 and 2014, a fire in the archives of Site-79 that destroyed 3 anomalies, the disappearance of 3 entire MTF squads, and even replacing the water supply of Site-169 with acid, which caused numerous accidents.

They have been active on Earth for decades and have not been deterred from their mission. Using guerrilla tactics, they wear down opposing forces slowly but effectively. To date, only 53 of their soldiers have been killed.

**Incidents 62 vs AE:** Site-62, due to containing multiple space and time related anomalies, has long been one of the most heavily targeted by both AE and AR forces. From 196█ to 20██, it has endured ██ separate assaults.

The most devastating occurred on ██/██/20██, when more than 3 behemoths, 1 tornadus, 6 pitch wells, along with 2 entire withers were deployed in an overwhelming strike. Site-62 was overrun and fell on enemy hands for for several hours with the remaining staff being merciless hunted down by AE, during which 5 anomalous objects were stolen and 19 computers holding intel on humanity. To retake the site, the Foundation was forced to launch a massive counter-offensive involving missile and drone bombardments alongside four full assault waves. In the end, 100 geists were captured.

One behemoth was injured during the conflict, and an attempt was made to capture it alive. More than 4,000 doses of moose tranquilizers were administered, yet they had no effect. The creature broke free in a frenzy, killing 239 personnel and devastating a nearby village before it was finally neutralized by a precision drone strike to its neck.

Over the course of these attacks, tens of thousands of geists have perished at Site-62. But the assaults have not ceased, and will not cease soon. As a result an elite platoon has been permanently stationed on-site to respond to future incursions.

**Miserable September** [REDACTED]

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The religions followed by the chiedimas are much fewer compared to those of humans, mainly due to AE — either converting populations into larger unified faiths or reducing others to mere mythologies, as happened with AT’s former polytheistic religion, now remembered only as myth and folklore.

**Zafitran Atheism:**
Although they deny being a religion, it resembles one closely. Their cult of personality elevates the Monarch to an almost divine status, and his words about a pure society are treated and read as sacred scripture. Combined with their extreme intolerance toward other religions, it is impossible to deny they share several religious aspects.
They have no temples, but they do have “holy places and animals,” such as the remains of the stone that cured Zafitra — visited by hundreds who wish to see the stone that “created everything” up close. Animals are generally respected and even venerated by AE, though behemoths and tornadus are revered as the purest representations of the Commonwealth’s power.
It is the most populous “religion” in the world, followed by 45% of the global population.

**Sokornism:**
Sokornism is a true religion — a monotheistic faith that worships a single, all-powerful and benevolent god known simply as the Divinity, alongside a series of saints and angels who serve it. Beyond the Divinity, the Green Lord is revered as a holy being, second only to the god itself.
According to its dogma, the Divinity created everything — both the physical and spiritual worlds. Every creature, animal, and person was given a soul, and thus the Divinity created a paradise to shelter all living beings after death.
To populate this creation, the Divinity made the chiedimas as its favored children and granted them paradise. Without effort, sorrow, hardship, or duty, the chiedimas gradually became lazy, envious, greedy, and vile. In an act of deep deceit, they allowed the Monster to enter paradise, spreading destruction and torment through the six evils: greed, ignorance, hatred, cowardice, sloth, and disloyalty. When the Divinity expelled the Monster, the chiedimas were also cast out — banished into the material world, where they now must work and strive to earn their way back into paradise.
To enter it, one must live with honor, honesty, openness, humility, and effort — meaning not to kill, not to steal, not to be a double-faced snake, not to be an ungrateful bastard, to help others, and not to live in ignorance. All those who fail to meet these virtues are brought before a great table of therapy, where their souls are forced to face and rethink their sins until they repent, and only then may they enter paradise as a reward for their effort and virtue.
To guide mortals, the Green Lord speaks to them in dreams — sleep itself is sacred, the most divine form of rest after the labor of the day. There is nothing more comforting than lying down to sleep after a long day of work. Sleeping poorly or refusing to rest is seen as self-mutilation — a way of letting the Monster enter one’s life.
The Monster is the main antagonist of the religion — born from all six evils, it embodies nightmares and every form of corruption. All nightmares are believed to be its attempts to persuade, torment, or deceive those who dream. It also commands demonic servants; the ancient kroskori once believed that mental conditions such as psychopathy, bipolar disorder, or attention deficit were the result of demonic influence.
The religion itself originated from the dreams of SCP-8756-AH-0, deep beneath the Temple of a Thousand Roses. It is unknown whether AH-0 intentionally created it, is aware of being worshiped, or even understands its own role. Yet through the Green Lord’s influence, it is believed that AH-0 truly is benevolent. The entity even grants powers to its faithful through the jarratores.
The process of creating a jarrator is secret and deeply guarded within the religion. Their healing ability comes at the cost of their arms, embodying the ideals of humility and altruism of the Divinity. Like all 8756 cultures, Sokornism has strong militaristic roots, and jarratores serve not only as priests but also as generals, doctors, and spiritual guides for their armies.
Another peculiar aspect of the faith is the chiee sacrifice. Every noble, wealthy, or famous individual must be sacrificed when they renounce life or lie at death’s edge — willing or not. The sacrifice is performed with a ceremonial revolver; after death, their organs are removed, runes are carved into their bodies with a blade, and the remains are cast into a volcano. What is left is then fed to the creekai and tiieska, sacred animals of the faith — a ritual of gratitude for the privilege given by the Divinity. If the noble or famous dies before their sacrifice, a relative or close companion must be dressed as them and sacrificed in their place.
Any commoner may also request to be sacrificed, if they humbly ask a jarrator. In darker times, however, many who were neither noble nor willing were sacrificed without consent — an era now seen as a dark and ignorant period in Sokornist history.
One of the pillars of the religion is redemption — whether for one’s own sins or for others’. Every follower must seek redemption for the First Sin committed by their kind, which opened a new spiritual path in their faith regarding humanity.
Humans, being alien to the chiedimas and never having committed the First Sin, are seen as pure, innocent, and dignified beings. They are respected and protected to a fanatical degree. Kroskori soldiers are known to throw themselves before human gunfire to shield them, and jarratores willingly give their lives to save one. To them, every human is sacred — not as a duty, but as a divine obligation to protect those more innocent and worthy than themselves.
Sokornism is the most widely practiced religion on the planet, followed by roughly 20% of the global population. Its main sanctuary, the Temple of a Thousand Roses, also serves as the capital of the Union of the Temple Cities of Krhoski.

**Otelarism:**
A sect of Sokornism born from schism, Otelarism differs by rejecting the Divinity entirely and worshiping only the Green Lord as the sole god. Following the split, they seized their native province of Ostila and began forming their own faith and nation, with their sacred text, The Book of Moss, defining their new principles.
With a stronger focus on sleep, they believe that when the body dies, the soul moves to the dream world, becoming part of it — dreams being composed and inhabited by these souls. The religion does not condemn artificial intelligence, nor does it seek to redeem or convert them; all are seen as equals — siblings in blood and spirit. Their version of the jarratores are called habreturis, whose healing power is replaced with foresight and telepathy, at the cost of their health and sanity.
The Otelarists do not view humans as sacred beings as their Sokornist counterparts do — quite the opposite. They regard them as foolish and deluded, particularly because of their non-platonic relationships, which they see as immoral and narcissistic, since all are equal and the same in their worldview.
Their main temple, the Moss-Covered Temple, lies in the center of Ostila, and the faith accounts for roughly 9% of the population.

**Elementarism:**
AZ continues to adhere to many of its ancient tribal and shamanistic beliefs predating the colonization. While the state bestows complete religious freedom upon its citizens, the majority of adherents venerate ten elemental deities and idols devoid of anthropomorphic representation, omnipresent forces symbolized by Wood, Stone, Metal, Fire, Creativity, Life, Water, Swamp, and Light. The preeminent deity is Creativity, the progenitor of ideas and solutions. Each deity is associated with smaller, more portable temples, with most devotees being craftsmen and artisans, whose prayers beseech assistance and fortune in their creative endeavors.
Consequently, the foremost deities are those of Stone, Metal, Wood, and particularly Life—held in high esteem since the inception of biollor art. The most sacred sites of Elementarism are referred to as “clusters,” where the elements converge—typically valleys, waterfalls, cliffs, beaches, volcanoes, and similar locales where divine energy is concentrated. The most revered and hallowed of these is the Cocomexio Valley, where water, stone, metal, fire, light, and life coalesce through the interplay of volcanoes, waterfalls, mountains, and mining stations. This belief system ranks as the second most practiced religion globally, embraced by 19% of the population.

**Kuatnism:**
Kuat Frist Hameo was one of the foremost intellectuals and most brilliant minds in the annals of chietaty. Flourishing during the Age of Armageddon, they elucidated and deciphered the mechanisms of evolution and natural selection within the planet’s subterranean realm. The gibboneses revere their faith by his name—Kuatnism—venerating the very essence of natural selection and evolution, with the endeavor to accelerate evolution itself regarded as sacred. The primary temple is life itself, embodied in the gibboneses, with its epicenter situated in their capital, the Bronze Palace. This faith encompasses approximately 8% of the population.

**Scarlatism:**
The cult of AF-666 worships the Scarlet King. Their dogma is to bring about the end of days, believing that the King will bless them with an age of great stasis where all beings will feel everything simultaneously — pain, suffering, pleasure, joy, hope, anguish, fear and etc. forever, through all eternity once the King’s plan is fulfilled.
Their main temple lies in their capital, built atop the ruins of former Site-400, where millions have already died in attempts to appease the deity. They represent more or less than 1% of the population.

The remaining population is either agnostic or adheres to smaller local faiths.

Excerpts of note:

Zafitran Atheism:
Although they deny being a religion, it resembles one closely. Their cult of personality elevates the Monarch to an almost divine status, and his words about a pure society are treated and read as sacred scripture. Combined with their extreme intolerance toward other religions, it is impossible to deny they share several religious aspects.
They have no temples, but they do have “holy places and animals,” such as the remains of the stone that cured Zafitra — visited by hundreds who wish to see the stone that “created everything” up close. Animals are generally respected and even venerated by AE, though behemoths and tornadus are revered as the purest representations of the Commonwealth’s power.

Sokornism:
Sokornism is a true religion — a monotheistic faith that worships a single, all-powerful and benevolent god known simply as the Divinity, alongside a series of saints and angels who serve it. Beyond the Divinity, the Green Lord is revered as a holy being, second only to the god itself.

8 Oct 2025 - 10:46:37 https://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/scp-item-8758 full draft in initial creation, appears to be exact copy of "deleted" sandbox. Three revisions to add tags and one small change from "genocidal practices" to "genocide".

If the user attempts to post AI material to the mainsite or request critique on it, recommending permanent ban.

Re: AI Record - Le Dachshund

Zyn 14 Oct 2025 06:17

Noting that the user posted a concept thread with some AI-seeming content: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17332517/a-world-conected-by-a-portal-with-a-new-species-that-have-th

Elevator Pitch: A portal connects to a different world. Earth life forms have colonised it for eons, generating a new sapient species: not apes, but bugs tainted by never-ending war and global conflict throughout their history. When the Foundation entered the scene, it encountered the species' version of itself — a possible way in which the Foundation could have formed: a militarised, non-secretive, stratified entity loyal to an imperialist superpower that exploits its anomalies in the military spectrum. The world has multiple nations, peoples, animals and religions, all of whom are victims of this superpower. If the Foundation does nothing, humanity will be next.

The central narrative follows the Foundation's discovery of the world, their first confrontation with its inhabitants, and the migration of one of the friendly factions to Earth. It explores the cultural shock experienced by both races, and delves into the world's history, biology, technology, geography, and the people and distinct nations, each with their own cultures, religions, histories, and relationships with the Foundation.

We learn more and more about their missions and incursions to Earth and the Foundation's struggle to face an enemy that is more powerful, ruthless, violent, brutal and oppressive than could ever be imagined, with some incidents. We explore their military complex and hierarchy and all the anomalies and technology they use to threaten humanity.

It ends with a dilemma about what to do with an increasingly aggressive and powerful enemy, with the future of both species unknown and uncertain.

Compare with the user's typical forum typing:

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https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17332517/a-world-conected-by-a-portal-with-a-new-species-that-have-th#post-7298197

sorry i am new here and thought that the post was deleted and it would make another threat, i should be less reckless. Delete this one and i will make another with no mistakes or external links.

https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17332517/a-world-conected-by-a-portal-with-a-new-species-that-have-th#post-7303532

I edit this one now. It's okay?

I rearranged this one to be the main one and removed some parts like the link. Do it's okay?

I rearranged this one to be the main one and removed some parts like the link. It's okay now or is there something wrong?

https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17332517/a-world-conected-by-a-portal-with-a-new-species-that-have-th#post-7305556

No, i just chopped it up and copy paste some parts i had stored. So i must left short?

No, i just chopped it up and copy paste some parts i had stored. So i must let it short?

No, i just chopped it up and copy paste some parts i had stored. So i must let it shorter?

ETA: also of note, recording the text of their first application, which was declined

i read all.

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Re: AI Record - Le Dachshund

Zyn 14 Oct 2025 06:33

Noting that due to the above, the user has been issued a permanent ban.

Ban enacted, PM sent. Queerious and Harry supporting.

Re: AI Record - Le Dachshund

Zyn 15 Oct 2025 06:51

User replied to the ban PM:

but i did not use ai generated content, i had made some text in discord and used it to edit the aplication, i did no use ai to write anything i thought write and i only used ai to correct some grammar mistakes.

Hope you understand.

Of note, they also attempted to appeal in the official Discord:

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i got banned ftom the wiki for i crime i did not commit
they say i used ai to generate my aplication, something i did not use
nothing in my article was ai generated
in maximun i used ai to correct some grammar mistakes
does it count?
could someone help?

(after being asked if that was their full appeal)

i want to say that it is injust and false. Since i did not generated my aplication or draft
like the grammar ai stuff
was: "hey GPT there's some error in this setance?" "here" "okay" so i would correct it
i did not copy and paste it, and in the aplication. The thing that got me banned
this was not used

(after being told to use Grammarly)

i installed it after this since GPT was being to slow and changing to much
but otherwise i did not use ai for nothing
the reason for the ban is false
i stopped using it
also does it count as ai generated if 99% is made by human and 1% made by a assistant ai?
like i did not copy paste, just asked and replaced it, if it changed to much i would just ignore and put only part of it

(after being told yes, 1% AI usage counts as AI generation)

so my mistake
I'm going to work, if i can't respond that's the motive.

As such, I've replied to the wikidot PM with:

As you have already submitted a ban appeal via the official Discord, I will not receive a repeat appeal in the message chain here. Staff is discussing your Discord-submitted appeal and will notify you of the outcome within 3 days.

Re: AI Record - Le Dachshund

Zyn 16 Oct 2025 06:07

Noting that staff has voted to decline the user's appeal.

Zoobeeny, Ari, Kufat, nico, afto, subtletea, prom voted to decline.

Kufat sent the notice of the decline to the user.