TRutherford:VolcanicInstability
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Site 4778A. Image taken from "Safe Zone" boarder.

Special Containment Procedures: Two SN-class Security ships, along with aquatic research vessel "Herron" should maintain a 3.7km three-point perimeter around Site 4778A preventing all civilian, military, or GOI craft from approaching.

Montly offload to Site 4778A currently includes:

65kg of Nabisco brand “Oreo” cookies,
65kg of Pepperidge Farms Chocolate Chip Cookies,
54kg of Frito-Lay Doritos in both Sweet Chili Heat and Cool Ranch flavors,
56.8kg of cooked and spiced chicken wings,
80kg of cooked-from-frozen pre-packaged meals, avoiding vegetable heavy or low-cal varieties.

Only personnel fully versed in "Project Washout", and who have undergone training ANPSY-401 or higher are permitted to interact with SCP-4778's current proxy.

Description: SCP-4778 is the being known as "Mthuak"/"Ojitoube"/"Nox'orot", or "God of the Burning Ocean". This entity currently resides within an extra-dimensional space, only accessible through the mouth of an inactive volcano on [REDACTED] island, North Pacific Ocean.

Cultural artifacts from multiple oceanic cultures allude to a shared history with SCP-4778. Due to frequent eruptions, the soil at Site 4778A would be incredibly plentiful and fertile if left to cultivate, making it an ideal location for settlement. Undoubtedly, the nature of SCP-4778 would have resulted in the subsequent extinction, or mass-exodus of any sea-faring society attempting to settle on the island.

SCP-4778 was first discovered on June 18th, 2014, after a wide-scale psionic event. Some 4,500 citizens of New Zealand reported (through social media and instant messaging services) a common, vivid nightmare where they assumed the role of a stone-age tribal fleeing a volcanic eruption. Common themes included loved ones falling into magma fissures, keepsakes and homes burning, and a looming, smoking mountain in the distance, rumbling and howling an unknown language on the wind. These nightmares amplified over the next 3 days, affecting larger swathes of the population and resulting in the deaths of 13 individuals, mostly elderly, from stress-related heart failure.

These emissions were traced back to Site 4778A, where a a small vessel was found floating inoperative off the coast. When foundation Agents boarded, they were immediately attacked by a young woman, later identified as Morgan Rachor, PhD Geology Student at the University of Arizona.
Ms. Rachor displayed enhanced strength, speed, and aggression, but was subdued and sedated before any injures were sustained. The rest of the crew were discovered barricaded in the engine room of the ship; one of whom, Dr. Henry Wheeler, had sustained a severe head wound.

Interview Log

Interviewer: Agent Cooper
Interviewee: Christopher Ornstein, Geology Masters Student at the University of Arizona.

Seemingly at will, often correlated with SCP-4778's current temperament, this volcano will erupt, causing a rapid expansion of [REDACTED] island (hereafter referred to as Site 4778A). Multiple colossal appendages, presumed to be portions of SCP-4778's "body", will accompany this eruption, formed from volcanic rock and animate magma.

SCP-4778 will use it's limbs to compact and throw chunks super-heated metal ore, often up to 1040 m2 in size. The maximum (known) range of these projectiles 16,542 km, placing nearly 21% of the continental United States within striking distance. Additionally, it is believed SCP-4778 has the capacity to exit it's current dimension through Site 4778A, limited only by a matter of will, effort, and need.

Interview Log

Interviewer: Dr. Maya Fahrenholtz

Interviewee: Morgan Rachor, Proxy of SCP-4778

Dr. F: We've done as you've asked, SCP-4778. We delivered fruits, cooked meat, and even human remains directly into the volcano. Why are you still attacking us.

Rachor/4778: YOU SEEK TO DECEIVE ME! I DEMAND THE CROWN OF THE HARVEST, YOU GIVE ME ITS ROTTING ENDS!

Dr. F: We don't understand, please. We only gave you fresh, high-quality foods, where did we-

Ms. Rachor bites into the flesh of her lower lip, spitting blood onto the tabletop. She then proceeds to use her index finger to write out the word "CADBURY" in stylized letters

Rachor/4778: I WANT THIS.

Dr. F: "Cadbury?" Who is-

Rachor/4778: I ONLY SPEAK WITH THIS ONES TONGUE, I DO NOT KNOW YOUR SIGNS. IF THIS MEANS "CADBURY" THEN YES. I WANT CADBURY. I WANT THE SWEET, HARDENED NECTAR.

Dr. F: … Hold on. Was this "Cadbury" in small squares? Was it brown, and melting?

Rachor/4778: YES. CADBURY. ONE OF THE NEW ACOLYTES OFFERED IT TO ME. A MEASLY SUM, BUT PLENTIFUL IN FLAVOR. FAR SUPERIOR TO YOUR DISMAL ALMS.


Interviewer: Agent Worth

Interviewee: Joshua Beckham-Holt, Geology Masters Student at the University of Arizona

Agent Worth hits "pause" on his handheld recorder, cutting off playback of of Interview Log 4778-IN-1

Agent Worth: You threw chocolate into the volcano?

Joshua: … We-… no? It might have been-

Agent Worth: We checked with your classmates Joshua. We know you have a whole suitcase of-

Joshua: Jeez, fine! Yes, I did it! I hadn't slept in three days and I eat when I'm stressed, okay!?

Agent Worth: We're not here to criticize your eating habits, Joshua. In fact, we're wondering why you didn't just finish your snack.

Joshua: Well-… god, this is going to sound dumb, but… I was bored, okay? This was supposed to be exciting! Volcanic rock sampling! An island all to ourselves! Then we get here and it's all nightmares and sifting through silt on the ship.

Agent Worth: I thought "sifting through silt" was your whole discipline?

Joshua: Yeah, sure, that's all fine and dandy back on campus, but this was going to be a real adventure!

Agent Worth: So that's why you did it. Boredom.

Joshua: I mean… yeah? I was eating my lunch, and there was this little lavaflow nearby and… I don't know. I'd seen youtube videos about scientists dropping stuff in molten rock and… fuck, it's not like there'd be any evidence, right? So I threw the rest of it into the lava.

Agent Worth: Very well. If that's all Mr. Be-

Joshua: And some other stuff…

Agent Worth: Pardon me?

Joshua: … I might have also-… well, I had some other stuff left over and… well…


Interview Log

Interviewer: Dr. Maya Fahrenholtz

Interviewee: Morgan Rachor, Proxy of SCP-4778

Rachor/4778: -THE GOLDEN CRUSTED TRIANGLES! AND THE SWEET FIZZING JUICE, BLACK AS NIGHT! GIVE ME MORE OF THE SWEET, FLUFFY SPONGE THAT TASTES OF COCONUTS! I DEMAND THE SOFT, COLORED SAP CARVED INTO SMALL ANIMALS! I WANT-

Dr. F: Yes- Yes we'll- Alright, yes of course we'll- Damn it, someone patch me through to the commissary!?


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Interview Log

Forward: Interview was conducted as part of SCP-4778's monthly check-in.

Interviewer: Dr. Maya Fahrenholtz

Interviewee: Morgan Rachor, Proxy of SCP-4778

Dr. F: Hello SCP-4778. I hope everything is still to your satisfaction?

//Rachor/SCP-4778 does not respond, sitting slumped on their side of the interview table. This is consistent behavior with the last twelve interviews.

Dr. F: Do you require any additional "offerings"? Do you have any intention to attack us again?

Rachor/4778: No.

Dr. F: … Very well. Should your intentions change, please let us know. We're dedicated to your continued contentment.

Dr. F closes her folder, and reaches for the recorder to conclude the interview.

Rachor/4778: What have you done to me.

Dr. F pauses, and lowers herself back into her seat.

Dr. F: Pardon me?

Rachor/4778: What have you done to me.

Dr. F: I don't understand. We've complied with every request y-

Rachor/4778: You poisoned me.

Dr. F: I assure you, everything we've given you is safe to co-

Rachor/4778: Others have tried. Fish heavy with toxins. The paste of fruit, laden with venom from serpents and insects. It was amusing. Such mortal ambitions, to draw blood from stone.

Dr. F: We've given you exactly what you asked for SCP-4778. You threatened to attack us if we didn't.

Rachor/4778: