WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.280 --> 00:00:06.640 It's October 31, 2021, and anyone who's anyone in the upper crust of society knows that there's 00:00:06.640 --> 00:00:11.559 really only one place to celebrate Halloween if you want to stay relevant: A certain Norwegian 00:00:11.559 --> 00:00:14.260 Billionaire's yearly costume ball. 00:00:14.260 --> 00:00:17.910 Invitations are highly exclusive, and if you have to ask where you can get one...you're 00:00:17.910 --> 00:00:20.330 definitely not on the list. 00:00:20.330 --> 00:00:25.220 Those lucky, beautiful, famous, or just plain rich enough to be invited receive the notice 00:00:25.220 --> 00:00:29.480 a year in advance, in an increasingly elaborate fashion each time. 00:00:29.480 --> 00:00:33.269 Rumor has it that one year the billionaire specially trained a flock of purebred carrier 00:00:33.269 --> 00:00:37.789 pigeons to deliver the invites, printed on scrolls recovered from the ruins of the Library 00:00:37.789 --> 00:00:39.170 of Alexandria. 00:00:39.170 --> 00:00:41.670 But that's just a rumor, of course. 00:00:41.670 --> 00:00:46.050 This year's invitations arrived in the form of a luxury sports car, with a simple gold-embossed 00:00:46.050 --> 00:00:49.720 card hidden in the glove compartment that read: Lucky You. 00:00:49.720 --> 00:00:54.339 It then provided information on this year's theme: Medieval Fantasy. 00:00:54.339 --> 00:00:58.260 The dress code would be strict, and failure to comply would result in being barred from 00:00:58.260 --> 00:00:59.429 entering the event. 00:00:59.429 --> 00:01:05.110 It also included a vital piece of carefully guarded information: the location of the party. 00:01:05.110 --> 00:01:09.000 The lavish event is held in the billionaire’s castle, nestled in the remote countryside 00:01:09.000 --> 00:01:13.430 of Norway, which he had built a decade ago specifically for this one night a year. 00:01:13.430 --> 00:01:19.119 For the other 364 days, it sits vacant - except for a full staff to keep it in prime condition, 00:01:19.119 --> 00:01:20.200 of course. 00:01:20.200 --> 00:01:24.420 As a group of first-time partygoers pull up the long, winding driveway to the castle's 00:01:24.420 --> 00:01:26.810 gates, their limo is stopped by a guard. 00:01:26.810 --> 00:01:29.810 "Your driver will need to let you out here," he explains. 00:01:29.810 --> 00:01:34.380 "Can't have someone who isn't on the list coming up to the residence, your host insists." 00:01:34.380 --> 00:01:38.790 And so the group, two men and two women, climbs out of the car and they all make their way 00:01:38.790 --> 00:01:40.390 up the drive on foot. 00:01:40.390 --> 00:01:44.740 They didn't prepare for the trek, and by the time they reach the castle gates the ladies 00:01:44.740 --> 00:01:48.570 are sweating into their exquisite handmade gowns, and one of the gentlemen has torn a 00:01:48.570 --> 00:01:50.590 small hole in his tights. 00:01:50.590 --> 00:01:55.210 Nonetheless, they have arrived at what promises to be a truly grand occasion. 00:01:55.210 --> 00:01:59.609 Once the gates creak open and grant them admission, they quickly forget the discomfort of the 00:01:59.609 --> 00:02:01.409 long walk. 00:02:01.409 --> 00:02:04.579 Reports of the event have not, in fact, been greatly exaggerated. 00:02:04.579 --> 00:02:07.659 It is every inch as impressive as they could have imagined it would be. 00:02:07.659 --> 00:02:12.870 A lush golden carpet rolls out from the doors into the ballroom, and a herald clad in period 00:02:12.870 --> 00:02:16.210 attire blows a horn to signal their arrival. 00:02:16.210 --> 00:02:20.610 He announces their names to the room, where beautiful people are already dancing and frolicking 00:02:20.610 --> 00:02:22.570 to their hearts' content. 00:02:22.570 --> 00:02:27.480 There are rows and rows of delicious-looking food including roasted pigs, fresh fruit, 00:02:27.480 --> 00:02:28.930 and cakes. 00:02:28.930 --> 00:02:33.459 There are fountains filled with the finest champagne, and a full orchestra provides live 00:02:33.459 --> 00:02:36.470 music that fills the enormous halls. 00:02:36.470 --> 00:02:41.349 Above it all, the host himself sits, dressed in regal robes and a crown positively dripping 00:02:41.349 --> 00:02:42.349 with jewels. 00:02:42.349 --> 00:02:47.810 It is the most indulgent, decadent, glorious event any of them have ever been part of. 00:02:47.810 --> 00:02:52.540 There are no clocks inside the party castle, and no other way to note the passage of time 00:02:52.540 --> 00:02:53.950 while inside. 00:02:53.950 --> 00:02:58.019 This is entirely deliberate, and an event there ends only when the guests have all grown 00:02:58.019 --> 00:02:59.970 too weary to continue the merriment. 00:02:59.970 --> 00:03:04.709 It is for this reason that the four newcomers do not notice how late it has grown, or the 00:03:04.709 --> 00:03:09.439 fact that one day has already bled into the next outside the castle. 00:03:09.439 --> 00:03:13.870 By the time they stumble back outside, filled with cake, champagne, and fresh gossip they 00:03:13.870 --> 00:03:16.239 can't wait to repeat, it is nearly dawn. 00:03:16.239 --> 00:03:20.360 They walk back down the path that led them to the castle, their steps a little heavier 00:03:20.360 --> 00:03:24.970 with exhaustion and the aforementioned champagne, and notice that there are rows of limousines 00:03:24.970 --> 00:03:27.650 and other cars waiting where they were dropped off. 00:03:27.650 --> 00:03:29.010 "Excuse me!" 00:03:29.010 --> 00:03:30.610 One of the women calls out to a guard. 00:03:30.610 --> 00:03:31.610 "Where is our limo?" 00:03:31.610 --> 00:03:32.709 "Where did you tell him to wait?" 00:03:32.709 --> 00:03:33.920 The guard responds. 00:03:33.920 --> 00:03:37.810 At this, the woman looks at her companions, who all shrug. 00:03:37.810 --> 00:03:41.020 None of them were aware of this practice, and they sent the driver home when they left 00:03:41.020 --> 00:03:42.020 the car. 00:03:42.020 --> 00:03:44.250 "We didn't," She explains. 00:03:44.250 --> 00:03:47.390 The guard stares at her blankly for a moment, then bursts out laughing. 00:03:47.390 --> 00:03:51.010 "Well then," he says, "You'll just have to walk." 00:03:51.010 --> 00:03:53.239 Surely there is a contingency plan in place, right? 00:03:53.239 --> 00:03:57.100 Their wealthy host can't expect his guests to walk home if they didn't think to plan 00:03:57.100 --> 00:03:59.400 ahead and tell their driver to wait all night? 00:03:59.400 --> 00:04:03.200 The group waits for the punchline, the reveal that there is a driver on staff ready to give 00:04:03.200 --> 00:04:07.430 them a ride or someone who can call them a cab, but it never comes. 00:04:07.430 --> 00:04:10.650 Not only that, but none of their cell phones have signal. 00:04:10.650 --> 00:04:14.390 They can't call the driver to come back, even if he wasn't likely to be dead asleep at this 00:04:14.390 --> 00:04:15.530 hour. 00:04:15.530 --> 00:04:19.120 The guard is right, they will have to walk, at least until they have enough signal to 00:04:19.120 --> 00:04:20.459 call for a taxi. 00:04:20.459 --> 00:04:26.090 So, with no other option in sight, the disillusioned partygoers begin the long journey back to 00:04:26.090 --> 00:04:27.120 civilization. 00:04:27.120 --> 00:04:30.960 Light is beginning to trickle back onto the landscape, allowing them to at least see where 00:04:30.960 --> 00:04:34.800 they are going, but it is still mostly dark as they make their way along the road. 00:04:34.800 --> 00:04:36.630 "Are we safe out here?" 00:04:36.630 --> 00:04:37.710 One of the men asks. 00:04:37.710 --> 00:04:38.710 "From what? 00:04:38.710 --> 00:04:39.710 Muggers?" 00:04:39.710 --> 00:04:40.710 The other replies. 00:04:40.710 --> 00:04:43.420 "There could be bears out here," one of the women remarks. 00:04:43.420 --> 00:04:44.420 "No!" 00:04:44.420 --> 00:04:45.420 The other woman insists. 00:04:45.420 --> 00:04:48.540 "The bears are hibernating this time of year...aren't they?" 00:04:48.540 --> 00:04:52.280 They all collectively shiver at the thought of encountering a bear or anything else out 00:04:52.280 --> 00:04:56.860 on this lonely road, with nowhere to hide and no way to defend themselves. 00:04:56.860 --> 00:05:00.630 Best not to dwell too long on that thought, or they might find themselves paralyzed with 00:05:00.630 --> 00:05:01.630 fear. 00:05:01.630 --> 00:05:05.569 They still have who knows how many steps left to go before they can relax. 00:05:05.569 --> 00:05:10.100 They walk together in silence for a long time, listening for the sound of any dangerous criminals 00:05:10.100 --> 00:05:12.310 or bears creeping up behind them. 00:05:12.310 --> 00:05:14.090 But nothing comes. 00:05:14.090 --> 00:05:18.410 As they slowly progress, the sun begins to emerge on the horizon, flooding the landscape 00:05:18.410 --> 00:05:21.200 with warm light and chasing away the fear of the dark. 00:05:21.200 --> 00:05:22.200 "Look!" 00:05:22.200 --> 00:05:24.569 One of the ladies finally breaks the silence. 00:05:24.569 --> 00:05:25.569 "Up there!" 00:05:25.569 --> 00:05:28.800 She points, directing her friends' attention to a hill up ahead. 00:05:28.800 --> 00:05:33.050 There, they can make out the silhouettes of men on horseback, wearing suits of medieval 00:05:33.050 --> 00:05:34.050 armor. 00:05:34.050 --> 00:05:36.610 They're dressed as knights, like something right out of a King Arthur story. 00:05:36.610 --> 00:05:38.550 "They must have come from the party." 00:05:38.550 --> 00:05:40.330 The others nod, agreeing. 00:05:40.330 --> 00:05:42.380 "Maybe we could ask for a ride?" 00:05:42.380 --> 00:05:43.720 One of the men suggests. 00:05:43.720 --> 00:05:45.500 "Or to borrow a horse!" 00:05:45.500 --> 00:05:46.789 The other chimes in. 00:05:46.789 --> 00:05:50.610 In agreement, the four approach the knights in shining armor, waving their arms as they 00:05:50.610 --> 00:05:51.610 go. 00:05:51.610 --> 00:05:52.610 "Halt! 00:05:52.610 --> 00:05:53.610 Who goes there?" 00:05:53.610 --> 00:05:54.610 shouts one of the knights. 00:05:54.610 --> 00:05:55.780 "Oh, there's no need for that!" 00:05:55.780 --> 00:05:56.780 The other woman laughs. 00:05:56.780 --> 00:05:57.849 "We came from the same place." 00:05:57.849 --> 00:06:00.590 "Art thou friend or foe?" 00:06:00.590 --> 00:06:01.860 The knight asks. 00:06:01.860 --> 00:06:03.720 He does not remove his helmet. 00:06:03.720 --> 00:06:05.889 His hand rests on the hilt of his sword. 00:06:05.889 --> 00:06:09.700 Thinking it all must be some kind of joke, the group of partiers continues up the hill. 00:06:09.700 --> 00:06:14.050 Spurred to action, the knight draws his sword, brandishing it threateningly. 00:06:14.050 --> 00:06:16.639 This is enough to stop the group in their tracks. 00:06:16.639 --> 00:06:18.350 "Is he serious?" 00:06:18.350 --> 00:06:19.759 Mutters one woman to the other. 00:06:19.759 --> 00:06:20.940 "I can't tell..." 00:06:20.940 --> 00:06:21.940 She replies. 00:06:21.940 --> 00:06:24.150 "That sword looks pretty real, though." 00:06:24.150 --> 00:06:28.270 Behind them, they hear the clip-clop of hooves and turn to see two other knights, sitting 00:06:28.270 --> 00:06:31.419 atop massive black horses, brandishing weapons. 00:06:31.419 --> 00:06:32.930 "I think we should go!" 00:06:32.930 --> 00:06:36.710 She yells to her friends, gathering her skirts and running back down the hill, but the rest 00:06:36.710 --> 00:06:38.940 of the group don’t seem so willing to turn back. 00:06:38.940 --> 00:06:40.449 "You want to play a game? 00:06:40.449 --> 00:06:44.460 Then let’s play,” says one of the men as he draws his own sword, a perfect replica 00:06:44.460 --> 00:06:48.850 of one wielded by by a character in his favorite fantasy television series, and tries to wave 00:06:48.850 --> 00:06:52.610 it back at the knight, but he promptly drops it on the grass, it’s much heavier than 00:06:52.610 --> 00:06:53.610 he thought it would be. 00:06:53.610 --> 00:06:58.800 "Leave this place now, or face your death," a voice bellows from above him. 00:06:58.800 --> 00:07:02.550 "Now just wait a minute, who do you think you’re talking to-” the man says as he 00:07:02.550 --> 00:07:06.789 bends down to pick his sword up again but before he can finish there’s a flash of 00:07:06.789 --> 00:07:11.539 glimmering steel in the sunlight, followed by a spray of dark, red liquid that hits the 00:07:11.539 --> 00:07:13.340 rest of the partygoers. 00:07:13.340 --> 00:07:17.810 They watch in silent horror as the man’s head rolls off his shoulders, before looking 00:07:17.810 --> 00:07:19.849 back at the man on horseback. 00:07:19.849 --> 00:07:21.889 This isn’t a game at all. 00:07:21.889 --> 00:07:25.470 The bloodstained partygoers turn and run from these frightening strangers on horseback, 00:07:25.470 --> 00:07:30.129 but they can hear the thunderous hooves following them, the clank of the metal armor. 00:07:30.129 --> 00:07:33.750 The woman who first began to run looks back over her shoulder and can’t believe what 00:07:33.750 --> 00:07:34.750 she sees. 00:07:34.750 --> 00:07:39.090 It’s a rout, as the mounted knights chase their fleeing foes, cutting them down in their 00:07:39.090 --> 00:07:40.090 retreat. 00:07:40.090 --> 00:07:43.669 All she can do is run, and hope that they’re too distracted with their current quarry to 00:07:43.669 --> 00:07:44.710 come after her. 00:07:44.710 --> 00:07:49.410 She doesn’t know how long she runs before the sound of the massacre starts to fade out, 00:07:49.410 --> 00:07:51.940 but eventually it does. 00:07:51.940 --> 00:07:56.170 Unable to run any longer, she collapses in the grass, frightened and confused by all 00:07:56.170 --> 00:07:57.170 that has happened. 00:07:57.170 --> 00:08:02.240 But with a scream she jumps to her feet once again as she hears footsteps behind her. 00:08:02.240 --> 00:08:06.650 "You can't sleep here," says a man with a harsh barking voice, “this is a restricted 00:08:06.650 --> 00:08:08.229 area.” 00:08:08.229 --> 00:08:11.650 Before her stands the second group of armed men she’s seen that day. 00:08:11.650 --> 00:08:14.260 This time, they're dressed in modern military attire. 00:08:14.260 --> 00:08:16.300 The Norwegian army? 00:08:16.300 --> 00:08:19.300 She can't be sure, the man doesn't have an accent. 00:08:19.300 --> 00:08:22.129 She starts to plead with the man but he abruptly cuts her off. 00:08:22.129 --> 00:08:25.569 "What year is it?" he asks, his expression serious. 00:08:25.569 --> 00:08:27.979 She answers, confused, giving him the current year. 00:08:27.979 --> 00:08:28.990 He relaxes. 00:08:28.990 --> 00:08:32.520 "This area is closed to the public, it's not safe for you to be here. 00:08:32.520 --> 00:08:35.830 Let me escort you out of the perimeter,” he offers. 00:08:35.830 --> 00:08:39.600 She tries to tell him what she’s seen, the strange men on horseback, her friends being 00:08:39.600 --> 00:08:40.940 slaughtered before her eyes. 00:08:40.940 --> 00:08:46.300 When the man asks how she got there, she lets the whole story come pouring out, the billionaire, 00:08:46.300 --> 00:08:48.650 the invitation, the party. 00:08:48.650 --> 00:08:52.340 In her frantic state, she doesn’t notice one of the guards who radios to someone that 00:08:52.340 --> 00:08:54.690 it “looks like he’s done it again.” 00:08:54.690 --> 00:08:57.030 The man questioning her changes his tone. 00:08:57.030 --> 00:09:00.190 He doesn’t seem at all concerned about a murderous group of medieval knights in the 00:09:00.190 --> 00:09:01.190 woods. 00:09:01.190 --> 00:09:05.080 “Sounds like you had a bit too much to drink," he tells her before putting a comforting arm 00:09:05.080 --> 00:09:09.440 around her shoulders, and she doesn’t even notice the syringe until she feels a prick 00:09:09.440 --> 00:09:12.760 on her upper arm, before losing consciousness. 00:09:12.760 --> 00:09:16.710 The woman would be returned home and have no memories of the events that she witnessed. 00:09:16.710 --> 00:09:22.650 She’d never remember how much danger she was in when she had a brush with SCP-526. 00:09:22.650 --> 00:09:28.550 SCP-526, also known as The Valhalla Gate, is located on a hill in Norway. 00:09:28.550 --> 00:09:32.580 The SCP Foundation has hidden information on the gate's exact whereabouts, no doubt 00:09:32.580 --> 00:09:38.000 to stop curious civilians from wandering into danger or filming short viral videos, but 00:09:38.000 --> 00:09:42.630 if you find yourself in the Norwegian countryside, it can still easily be identified. 00:09:42.630 --> 00:09:46.980 Simply look for a ring of nine stones, each standing at about two meters tall, placed 00:09:46.980 --> 00:09:49.550 in a 10-meter radius at the top of the hill. 00:09:49.550 --> 00:09:53.110 If you're not certain whether you're in the right place, or if you just happened upon 00:09:53.110 --> 00:09:57.280 another mysterious stone circle, look for the runes inscribed on the inward surface 00:09:57.280 --> 00:09:58.280 of each one. 00:09:58.280 --> 00:10:01.050 If the runes are there, you're in the right place. 00:10:01.050 --> 00:10:04.300 Or the wrong place, depending on who you ask. 00:10:04.300 --> 00:10:08.410 Every day at sunrise, give or take about fifteen minutes, the gate will open and release a 00:10:08.410 --> 00:10:12.990 group of warriors from any point in history, fully armed and outfitted for battle. 00:10:12.990 --> 00:10:17.310 These can range from a small group of archers to three hundred Spartans to groups of highly 00:10:17.310 --> 00:10:21.290 trained special operatives, and every member of the temporally displaced group will be 00:10:21.290 --> 00:10:26.320 from the same period in history, as if they all ran through some sort of rift at the same 00:10:26.320 --> 00:10:27.320 time. 00:10:27.320 --> 00:10:31.670 Though these resulting manifestations rarely harm anyone, staying in place 92% of the time 00:10:31.670 --> 00:10:35.840 after they first appear on the hilltop, the remaining 8 percent lead to scenarios which 00:10:35.840 --> 00:10:38.490 can truly be a bloodbath. 00:10:38.490 --> 00:10:43.490 After all, to an army lost in the fog of war, emerging in a strange land in an unfamiliar 00:10:43.490 --> 00:10:46.530 time, anyone can look like an enemy. 00:10:46.530 --> 00:10:51.590 No matter how they behave on their initial appearance, those who cross through SCP-526 00:10:51.590 --> 00:10:54.330 will attempt to attack anyone who approaches the anomaly. 00:10:54.330 --> 00:10:59.210 They will remain in the area until sunset, at which time they disappear, presumably returning 00:10:59.210 --> 00:11:02.800 back to wherever - and whenever - they originated. 00:11:02.800 --> 00:11:08.370 The SCP Foundation first discovered SCP-526 after a group of backpackers were hospitalized 00:11:08.370 --> 00:11:09.420 in the area. 00:11:09.420 --> 00:11:12.640 They claimed to have been walking through the hills, when suddenly they were swarmed 00:11:12.640 --> 00:11:15.240 by "a bunch of Vikings with axes." 00:11:15.240 --> 00:11:19.950 Naturally, this drew the attention of Foundation Field Agents, who soon found the mystical 00:11:19.950 --> 00:11:22.240 stone circle responsible for the attack. 00:11:22.240 --> 00:11:26.550 The survivors were given amnestics, and a cover story circulated blaming the claims 00:11:26.550 --> 00:11:29.920 of vikings on "recreational hallucinogens." 00:11:29.920 --> 00:11:33.850 Since this first incident, notable encounters between the Foundation and the soldiers traveling 00:11:33.850 --> 00:11:37.920 through the temporal Gate have been few and far between, but there have been a few that 00:11:37.920 --> 00:11:41.830 were designated significant enough to be recorded in the official archives. 00:11:41.830 --> 00:11:44.150 Four, to be exact. 00:11:44.150 --> 00:11:48.890 In the 1990s, a member of the Foundation containment team spotted 40 figures making their way down 00:11:48.890 --> 00:11:50.810 the hill in the dim dawn light. 00:11:50.810 --> 00:11:55.110 They were holding longbows and swords, weapons at the ready as they made their descent. 00:11:55.110 --> 00:11:59.530 One member of the team, who it should be noted was on his very first day of containment duty, 00:11:59.530 --> 00:12:02.110 made the mistake of calling out to the strangers. 00:12:02.110 --> 00:12:03.110 "Gentlemen! 00:12:03.110 --> 00:12:04.190 Please lower your weapons!" 00:12:04.190 --> 00:12:05.190 He called. 00:12:05.190 --> 00:12:10.050 His request, however polite it may have been, was answered with an arrow to the shoulder. 00:12:10.050 --> 00:12:13.910 Thankfully, the rest of the team was able to swoop in and settle things before the situation 00:12:13.910 --> 00:12:15.340 could progress any further. 00:12:15.340 --> 00:12:19.430 The injured personnel was given prompt medical attention and reassigned to a desk job where 00:12:19.430 --> 00:12:23.020 he was much less likely to encounter flying projectiles of any kind. 00:12:23.020 --> 00:12:27.800 A few years later, the team of Foundation operatives placed at SCP-526 had started to 00:12:27.800 --> 00:12:28.800 grow complacent. 00:12:28.800 --> 00:12:33.350 There had not been a violent incident in ages, just a series of very confused people appearing 00:12:33.350 --> 00:12:37.010 at sunrise and milling around until they vanished at sunset. 00:12:37.010 --> 00:12:40.910 It seemed that most of the subjects passing through the temporal rift were not as bloodthirsty 00:12:40.910 --> 00:12:42.340 as one might expect. 00:12:42.340 --> 00:12:46.590 Then, one operative was startled out of a daydream by the thunk of a stone axe hitting 00:12:46.590 --> 00:12:47.950 a tree near his head. 00:12:47.950 --> 00:12:52.580 He, and the rest of his team, looked up to see a group of thirty men clad in animal skins 00:12:52.580 --> 00:12:55.060 pouring down the hillside, rushing right for them. 00:12:55.060 --> 00:13:00.530 In their fists, they held crude weapons carved from stone, their wild eyes, untamed beards, 00:13:00.530 --> 00:13:04.110 and bloodstained clothing becoming clearer as they grew closer. 00:13:04.110 --> 00:13:08.350 Fortunately for the SCP Foundation, these cavemen had brought clubs to a semi-automatic 00:13:08.350 --> 00:13:09.350 rifle fight. 00:13:09.350 --> 00:13:14.400 They opened fire, and within minutes not a single hide-clad man was left standing. 00:13:14.400 --> 00:13:18.310 It was a bit awkward, looking at their fallen bodies for the rest of the day, but the team 00:13:18.310 --> 00:13:22.800 saw no point in moving them if they were just going to disappear that night anyway. 00:13:22.800 --> 00:13:26.440 One Task Force member spent the rest of the day looking at his hands, paranoid he may 00:13:26.440 --> 00:13:30.400 have shot one of his ancient ancestors and erased himself from the timeline in a Back 00:13:30.400 --> 00:13:32.290 To The Future-like fashion. 00:13:32.290 --> 00:13:35.210 This was, thankfully, not the case. 00:13:35.210 --> 00:13:39.130 Several more years passed, and the century turned to usher in the new millennia. 00:13:39.130 --> 00:13:44.200 In the early 2000s, a platoon of 20 Russian soldiers - later identified when a Foundation 00:13:44.200 --> 00:13:48.960 officer attempted to translate several curses yelled at him by one of the men - materialized, 00:13:48.960 --> 00:13:53.430 wearing World War II uniforms and carrying rifles consistent with that time period. 00:13:53.430 --> 00:13:57.690 Most of them did not move from the hill, staying in a defensive position, but a few got a bit 00:13:57.690 --> 00:14:01.170 too bold and opened fire on the Foundation operatives. 00:14:01.170 --> 00:14:05.350 The fire was returned in kind, and two men were killed, but the rest were left unharmed 00:14:05.350 --> 00:14:07.150 for the remainder of the day. 00:14:07.150 --> 00:14:11.720 The final incident on record is particularly notable because, in this case, the soldiers 00:14:11.720 --> 00:14:15.770 that appeared did not belong to a particular country's military, nor were they from the 00:14:15.770 --> 00:14:16.960 distant past. 00:14:16.960 --> 00:14:21.850 There were thirty men and women, dressed in an uncomfortably recognizable uniform. 00:14:21.850 --> 00:14:26.420 These were the members of a lost SCP Foundation Mobile Task Force, all killed in action during 00:14:26.420 --> 00:14:28.790 a field mission several years prior. 00:14:28.790 --> 00:14:32.810 Wanting to avoid friendly fire, the operatives placed at the site attempted to speak to these 00:14:32.810 --> 00:14:35.440 MTF members, but they did not respond. 00:14:35.440 --> 00:14:40.350 Instead, they attacked, and would not relent until air support arrived in the form of Foundation 00:14:40.350 --> 00:14:45.810 AC-130 Gunship "Thor's Hammer," leaving three dead and eleven wounded when the smoke finally 00:14:45.810 --> 00:14:46.960 cleared. 00:14:46.960 --> 00:14:51.650 This last encounter raised some difficult questions about the nature of SCP-526, and 00:14:51.650 --> 00:14:53.860 the mental state of those who passed through it. 00:14:53.860 --> 00:14:58.610 They seemed unable to recognize their own peers, unable to hear what they were saying. 00:14:58.610 --> 00:15:03.860 Their instinct to defend SCP-526 from any perceived invaders overrode whatever familiarity 00:15:03.860 --> 00:15:07.600 or loyalty they might ordinarily have for other Foundation operatives. 00:15:07.600 --> 00:15:12.390 It was a tragic, disquieting affair, with no clear answers in sight. 00:15:12.390 --> 00:15:16.770 The SCP Foundation is of course no stranger to terminating its own, but the individual 00:15:16.770 --> 00:15:21.190 officers present for this incident reported a high rate of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, 00:15:21.190 --> 00:15:26.260 and several requested to be given amnestics in order to put a stop to recurring nightmares. 00:15:26.260 --> 00:15:29.960 The Foundation will not be able to learn more unless more of their own fallen soldiers pass 00:15:29.960 --> 00:15:30.960 through the gate. 00:15:30.960 --> 00:15:35.260 Even if they do, it is impossible to say whether they will be able to ask any questions or 00:15:35.260 --> 00:15:39.360 engage in a dialogue, or whether they will have to gun them down in another round of 00:15:39.360 --> 00:15:41.470 "kill or be killed." 00:15:41.470 --> 00:15:46.910 Because there is no way to know what each new sunrise at SCP-526 will bring, the SCP 00:15:46.910 --> 00:15:49.810 Foundation has classified the anomaly as Euclid. 00:15:49.810 --> 00:15:54.620 As there is no way to move SCP-526 to any official Foundation Site, the 15-kilometer 00:15:54.620 --> 00:15:58.530 radius around the anomaly has been converted into Armed Containment Area-31. 00:15:58.530 --> 00:16:03.580 The cover story for this area is a military weapon testing site, and there is a no-fly 00:16:03.580 --> 00:16:05.210 zone in effect there. 00:16:05.210 --> 00:16:09.390 A team of qualified field agents is placed on-site in order to observe and neutralize 00:16:09.390 --> 00:16:13.020 any subjects that emerge from SCP-526. 00:16:13.020 --> 00:16:17.600 Because all is fair in war and, well, war, the agents placed there are permitted to use 00:16:17.600 --> 00:16:21.640 deadly force if their lives are threatened or the containment is jeopardized. 00:16:21.640 --> 00:16:25.270 Thirty minutes before the sun comes up, the containment teams are placed on full alert 00:16:25.270 --> 00:16:29.930 and will keep their eyes on SCP-526 until the sun has set and all potential threats 00:16:29.930 --> 00:16:30.930 have disappeared. 00:16:30.930 --> 00:16:35.560 If a given day's apparitions are too aggressive - or too numerous - for the teams on the ground 00:16:35.560 --> 00:16:41.750 to contain, Mobile Task Force Sigma-9, or "Valkyries", may assist via airstrike. 00:16:41.750 --> 00:16:46.500 Since the Foundation has set up its perimeter around SCP-526, no civilians have been harmed. 00:16:46.500 --> 00:16:50.300 Though the same can't be said for Foundation personnel, or the revolving door of strange 00:16:50.300 --> 00:16:54.260 warriors emerging on the hill, the protocol has been considered successful. 00:16:54.260 --> 00:16:59.410 I haven't yet been out to see the Gate in person myself, I tend to be more of a pacifist. 00:16:59.410 --> 00:17:03.490 But if I ever do, I'll make sure to bring a shield, a bulletproof vest, and, perhaps 00:17:03.490 --> 00:17:04.730 a full suit of armor. 00:17:04.730 --> 00:17:05.730 Why not? 00:17:05.730 --> 00:17:08.570 The best offense is a good defense, I always say. 00:17:08.570 --> 00:17:13.360 I hope you enjoyed this anomaly, which was chosen by research members on the Dr Bob squad. 00:17:13.360 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