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What Is Fifthism?
I Often get this question asked amongst our dreamers and dwellers, "What is Fifthism really about?" Fifthism is the result of the brain's natural reaction to the impossible no really let me divulge further. in certain realities the impossible is accepted as the norm lets say this on the Fifth of July the foundation got disbanded or On the Fifth of February dreams cease to exist the residents of that reality accept it as the norm and life goes on, still confused eh? to put it blunt Fifthism  is the result of your thinking to cope with the impossible as to avoid the tragic fate of going insane, Fifthism is a defence mechanism, a mindset that protects you regarding the Aforementioned things lets move to the other fundamental idea, Destruction how does one set thyself free. destruction is a form of freedom whether it be of the self, or gods, or many others will you be free from your bonds to this wretched planet.

 
 
 

What Does it mean to dream?
Dreams are stories and images that our minds create while we sleep. They can be entertaining, fun, romantic, disturbing, frightening, and sometimes bizarre.
That's really it I guess no really.

 

What Is Fifthism?
I Often get this question asked amongst our dreamers and dwellers, "What is Fifthism really about?" Fifthism is the result of the brain's natural reaction to the impossible no really let me divulge further. in certain realities the impossible is accepted as the norm lets say this on the Fifth of July the foundation got disbanded or On the Fifth of February dreams cease to exist the residents of that reality accept it as the norm and life goes on, still confused eh? to put it blunt Fifthism  is the result of your thinking to cope with the impossible as to avoid the tragic fate of going insane, Fifthism is a defence mechanism, a mindset that protects you regarding the Aforementioned things lets move to the other fundamental idea, Destruction how does one set thyself free. destruction is a form of freedom whether it be of the self, or gods, or many others will you be free from your bonds to this wretched planet.

 
 
 

What Does it mean to dream?
Dreams are stories and images that our minds create while we sleep. They can be entertaining, fun, romantic, disturbing, frightening, and sometimes bizarre.
That's really it I guess no really.

 

Let's talk Four score and eleven years ago our fathers brought forth on this land, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
This portion of the battlefield is where a great man, only one year past, laid down his life for this nation. The normal course of our lives has become steeped in death. Engaged as we are in the great civil war, we lay down our lives in the defense of the propositions of our fathers. That equality and freedom has begat strife and discord is a cause for despair, but the land under our feet is proof that we must stand steadfastly beside those principles.
This land flourishes. It receives the sun and yields up the fruits of the earth. Only one year past the greatest loss this nation has ever known, the land grows. I do not say this to diminish the memory of those that fought here. Great men consecrated this land with blood that will call out to us until eternity falls and we await god's judgement. Yet their loss did not destroy this land. It did not render unto us the fruits of that violence. Like our fathers before us, those who lost their lives here gave their fullest devotion to the principles of freedom.
It is in their names that we must devote ourselves fully to the preservation of those principles. We must bring forth on this land a new birth of freedom. We must come together with our brothers and ensure that the proposition of our fathers does not pass forever from this land.
~Abraham Lincoln
  Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth,
Ovis City is taken, and the rebels put to rout;
And Juan's the renegade, he ran to save his bacon—
When he saw S-IT Dream's “Yanks,” and “Ovis is taken!” With a whack, rowdy-dow,
A phantasm boy is S-IT Dream,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Invincible is he!
This hurly-burly insurgency, they once did loudly boast,
That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er pollute their City Wall's.
They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty,
But when the “Zero's” came along it was “Legs, do your duty!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
Ovis is fallen,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
The end is drawing near!
And from the “Sacred City,” this valiant warlike throng;
Skedaddled in confusion, although Ten thousand oddities strong—
Without a Sharp release, without a blow, or least sign of resistance,
And leaving their poor friends behind, with the “Yankees” for assistance!
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, hurly-burly insurgency?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Your race is nearly run!
And again o’er Ovis Spring's battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly,

While the insurgency of Twenty-one in the “Last ditch” lie;—
With the Ghost of Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory,

We’ll squash poor Juan’s insurgency, and then get “Hunk ydory!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, neutral Vincent Robert ?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
We’ll settle next with you!

Let's talk Four score and eleven years ago our fathers brought forth on this land, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
This portion of the battlefield is where a great man, only one year past, laid down his life for this nation. The normal course of our lives has become steeped in death. Engaged as we are in the great civil war, we lay down our lives in the defense of the propositions of our fathers. That equality and freedom has begat strife and discord is a cause for despair, but the land under our feet is proof that we must stand steadfastly beside those principles.
This land flourishes. It receives the sun and yields up the fruits of the earth. Only one year past the greatest loss this nation has ever known, the land grows. I do not say this to diminish the memory of those that fought here. Great men consecrated this land with blood that will call out to us until eternity falls and we await god's judgement. Yet their loss did not destroy this land. It did not render unto us the fruits of that violence. Like our fathers before us, those who lost their lives here gave their fullest devotion to the principles of freedom.
It is in their names that we must devote ourselves fully to the preservation of those principles. We must bring forth on this land a new birth of freedom. We must come together with our brothers and ensure that the proposition of our fathers does not pass forever from this land.
~Abraham Lincoln
  Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth,
Ovis City is taken, and the rebels put to rout;
And Juan's the renegade, he ran to save his bacon—
When he saw S-IT Dream's “Yanks,” and “Ovis is taken!” With a whack, rowdy-dow,
A phantasm boy is S-IT Dream,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Invincible is he!
This hurly-burly insurgency, they once did loudly boast,
That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er pollute their City Wall's.
They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty,
But when the “Zero's” came along it was “Legs, do your duty!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
Ovis is fallen,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
The end is drawing near!
And from the “Sacred City,” this valiant warlike throng;
Skedaddled in confusion, although Ten thousand oddities strong—
Without a Sharp release, without a blow, or least sign of resistance,
And leaving their poor friends behind, with the “Yankees” for assistance!
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, hurly-burly insurgency?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Your race is nearly run!
And again o’er Ovis Spring's battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly,

While the insurgency of Twenty-one in the “Last ditch” lie;—
With the Ghost of Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory,

We’ll squash poor Juan’s insurgency, and then get “Hunk ydory!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, neutral Vincent Robert ?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
We’ll settle next with you!

Let's talk Four score and eleven years ago our fathers brought forth on this land, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
This portion of the battlefield is where a great man, only one year past, laid down his life for this nation. The normal course of our lives has become steeped in death. Engaged as we are in the great civil war, we lay down our lives in the defense of the propositions of our fathers. That equality and freedom has begat strife and discord is a cause for despair, but the land under our feet is proof that we must stand steadfastly beside those principles.
This land flourishes. It receives the sun and yields up the fruits of the earth. Only one year past the greatest loss this nation has ever known, the land grows. I do not say this to diminish the memory of those that fought here. Great men consecrated this land with blood that will call out to us until eternity falls and we await god's judgement. Yet their loss did not destroy this land. It did not render unto us the fruits of that violence. Like our fathers before us, those who lost their lives here gave their fullest devotion to the principles of freedom.
It is in their names that we must devote ourselves fully to the preservation of those principles. We must bring forth on this land a new birth of freedom. We must come together with our brothers and ensure that the proposition of our fathers does not pass forever from this land.
~Abraham Lincoln
  Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth,
Ovis City is taken, and the rebels put to rout;
And Juan's the renegade, he ran to save his bacon—
When he saw S-IT Dream's “Yanks,” and “Ovis is taken!” With a whack, rowdy-dow,
A phantasm boy is S-IT Dream,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Invincible is he!
This hurly-burly insurgency, they once did loudly boast,
That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er pollute their City Wall's.
They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty,
But when the “Zero's” came along it was “Legs, do your duty!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
Ovis is fallen,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
The end is drawing near!
And from the “Sacred City,” this valiant warlike throng;
Skedaddled in confusion, although Ten thousand oddities strong—
Without a Sharp release, without a blow, or least sign of resistance,
And leaving their poor friends behind, with the “Yankees” for assistance!
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, hurly-burly insurgency?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Your race is nearly run!
And again o’er Ovis Spring's battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly,

While the insurgency of Twenty-one in the “Last ditch” lie;—
With the Ghost of Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory,

We’ll squash poor Juan’s insurgency, and then get “Hunk ydory!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, neutral Vincent Robert ?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
We’ll settle next with you!

Let's talk Four score and eleven years ago our fathers brought forth on this land, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
This portion of the battlefield is where a great man, only one year past, laid down his life for this nation. The normal course of our lives has become steeped in death. Engaged as we are in the great civil war, we lay down our lives in the defense of the propositions of our fathers. That equality and freedom has begat strife and discord is a cause for despair, but the land under our feet is proof that we must stand steadfastly beside those principles.
This land flourishes. It receives the sun and yields up the fruits of the earth. Only one year past the greatest loss this nation has ever known, the land grows. I do not say this to diminish the memory of those that fought here. Great men consecrated this land with blood that will call out to us until eternity falls and we await god's judgement. Yet their loss did not destroy this land. It did not render unto us the fruits of that violence. Like our fathers before us, those who lost their lives here gave their fullest devotion to the principles of freedom.
It is in their names that we must devote ourselves fully to the preservation of those principles. We must bring forth on this land a new birth of freedom. We must come together with our brothers and ensure that the proposition of our fathers does not pass forever from this land.
~Abraham Lincoln
  Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth,
Ovis City is taken, and the rebels put to rout;
And Juan's the renegade, he ran to save his bacon—
When he saw S-IT Dream's “Yanks,” and “Ovis is taken!” With a whack, rowdy-dow,
A phantasm boy is S-IT Dream,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Invincible is he!
This hurly-burly insurgency, they once did loudly boast,
That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er pollute their City Wall's.
They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty,
But when the “Zero's” came along it was “Legs, do your duty!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
Ovis is fallen,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
The end is drawing near!
And from the “Sacred City,” this valiant warlike throng;
Skedaddled in confusion, although Ten thousand oddities strong—
Without a Sharp release, without a blow, or least sign of resistance,
And leaving their poor friends behind, with the “Yankees” for assistance!
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, hurly-burly insurgency?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Your race is nearly run!
And again o’er Ovis Spring's battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly,

While the insurgency of Twenty-one in the “Last ditch” lie;—
With the Ghost of Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory,

We’ll squash poor Juan’s insurgency, and then get “Hunk ydory!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, neutral Vincent Robert ?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
We’ll settle next with you!

Let's talk Four score and eleven years ago our fathers brought forth on this land, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
This portion of the battlefield is where a great man, only one year past, laid down his life for this nation. The normal course of our lives has become steeped in death. Engaged as we are in the great civil war, we lay down our lives in the defense of the propositions of our fathers. That equality and freedom has begat strife and discord is a cause for despair, but the land under our feet is proof that we must stand steadfastly beside those principles.
This land flourishes. It receives the sun and yields up the fruits of the earth. Only one year past the greatest loss this nation has ever known, the land grows. I do not say this to diminish the memory of those that fought here. Great men consecrated this land with blood that will call out to us until eternity falls and we await god's judgement. Yet their loss did not destroy this land. It did not render unto us the fruits of that violence. Like our fathers before us, those who lost their lives here gave their fullest devotion to the principles of freedom.
It is in their names that we must devote ourselves fully to the preservation of those principles. We must bring forth on this land a new birth of freedom. We must come together with our brothers and ensure that the proposition of our fathers does not pass forever from this land.
~Abraham Lincoln
  Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth,
Ovis City is taken, and the rebels put to rout;
And Juan's the renegade, he ran to save his bacon—
When he saw S-IT Dream's “Yanks,” and “Ovis is taken!” With a whack, rowdy-dow,
A phantasm boy is S-IT Dream,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Invincible is he!
This hurly-burly insurgency, they once did loudly boast,
That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er pollute their City Wall's.
They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty,
But when the “Zero's” came along it was “Legs, do your duty!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
Ovis is fallen,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
The end is drawing near!
And from the “Sacred City,” this valiant warlike throng;
Skedaddled in confusion, although Ten thousand oddities strong—
Without a Sharp release, without a blow, or least sign of resistance,
And leaving their poor friends behind, with the “Yankees” for assistance!
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, hurly-burly insurgency?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Your race is nearly run!
And again o’er Ovis Spring's battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly,

While the insurgency of Twenty-one in the “Last ditch” lie;—
With the Ghost of Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory,

We’ll squash poor Juan’s insurgency, and then get “Hunk ydory!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, neutral Vincent Robert ?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
We’ll settle next with you!

Let's talk Four score and eleven years ago our fathers brought forth on this land, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
This portion of the battlefield is where a great man, only one year past, laid down his life for this nation. The normal course of our lives has become steeped in death. Engaged as we are in the great civil war, we lay down our lives in the defense of the propositions of our fathers. That equality and freedom has begat strife and discord is a cause for despair, but the land under our feet is proof that we must stand steadfastly beside those principles.
This land flourishes. It receives the sun and yields up the fruits of the earth. Only one year past the greatest loss this nation has ever known, the land grows. I do not say this to diminish the memory of those that fought here. Great men consecrated this land with blood that will call out to us until eternity falls and we await god's judgement. Yet their loss did not destroy this land. It did not render unto us the fruits of that violence. Like our fathers before us, those who lost their lives here gave their fullest devotion to the principles of freedom.
It is in their names that we must devote ourselves fully to the preservation of those principles. We must bring forth on this land a new birth of freedom. We must come together with our brothers and ensure that the proposition of our fathers does not pass forever from this land.
~Abraham Lincoln
  Oh have you heard the glorious news, is the cry from every mouth,
Ovis City is taken, and the rebels put to rout;
And Juan's the renegade, he ran to save his bacon—
When he saw S-IT Dream's “Yanks,” and “Ovis is taken!” With a whack, rowdy-dow,
A phantasm boy is S-IT Dream,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Invincible is he!
This hurly-burly insurgency, they once did loudly boast,
That the footsteps of a Union man, should ne’er pollute their City Wall's.
They’d fight the Yankees two to one, who only fought for booty,
But when the “Zero's” came along it was “Legs, do your duty!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
Ovis is fallen,
Whack, rowdy-dow,
The end is drawing near!
And from the “Sacred City,” this valiant warlike throng;
Skedaddled in confusion, although Ten thousand oddities strong—
Without a Sharp release, without a blow, or least sign of resistance,
And leaving their poor friends behind, with the “Yankees” for assistance!
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, hurly-burly insurgency?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
Your race is nearly run!
And again o’er Ovis Spring's battered walls, the Stars and Stripes do fly,

While the insurgency of Twenty-one in the “Last ditch” lie;—
With the Ghost of Sherman, Grant and Porter too, to lead our men to glory,

We’ll squash poor Juan’s insurgency, and then get “Hunk ydory!”
With a whack, rowdy-dow,
How are you, neutral Vincent Robert ?
Whack, rowdy-dow,
We’ll settle next with you!

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From: flak@command.goc.int To: transfer@headquarters.goc.int Subject:  We still got transfer requests? Date: 10/24/2020    Welcome onboard folks.



   
See you soon,
Colonel Flak.

The Global Occult Coalition, noble in both their goal in containing the abnormalous and keeping the peace of the world, yet this branch seem to differ. Why, I wonder? My colleagues will surely look into this.
Allow me to introduce myself, I am the Archivist, designated by your little...NEXUS and Colonel to keep track of the recruits, logistics and whatnot. Now to business, let us see what you recruits have in you.
To John Karami.
Your knowledge of this organization is average, if anything. Your service records are good, looks promising. Your fascination with the paranormal is surely strange, but Humanity is a very very strange entity in itself, and I feel the touch of my brothers upon you. Welcome to the Coalition
To Mister Jameson
Your knowledge regarding the past is astounding, even I am impressed, for I thought you mortals didn’t keep any records of the Solomon-crisis! But...Your CV looks concerning, if real at all. MTF squads forgetting to do some sort of distraction or cover-up before actually doing something? Unlikely, atleast not outside of this shoddy town. None of my Brothers have heard of you, make a name for yourself and you can consider yourself part of the Coalition. Until then, seek work elsewhere.
To Mister Phillips
Your knowledge, like our late Mister Jameson is peculiar. Your knowledge regarding the goals of this paramilitary is to be expected, if anything but you still fill the criteria. For your CV record, I’m sorry for your losses, war is hell and the Colonel knows that all too well. Your introduction to the Occult Coalition is straight-forward, yet believable, your memory certainly hasn’t failed you. While it wasn’t exactly my choice, the High Command has deemed you fit for joining our cause, welcome to the Coalition.
Now, you might say “Oh, Archivist! Why are you writing this letter and say, not Colonel Flak or something similar?”. Colonel Flak is too busy flakking around to give a flak about you flakkers, so I have to flakking do this flak.
OH, AND WILLOW, IF I SEE YOU I WILL LITERALLY K
~The Archivist, Thirty-Oneth Hour
Ping me on the WG SCP-RP discord for more information

The Hunter's Black Lodge

GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge") is an anomalous criminal cult primarily active in the post-Soviet states. Known as "The Hunter's Black Lodge" (or simply the "Black Lodge"), GoI-0432 has been linked to extortion, murder, robbery, gambling, prostitution, human trafficking, drug trafficking, weapons trafficking, and underground fighting rings. While these activities are not inherently anomalous, the anomalous capabilities of GoI-0432 has had an aberrant effect on their practice.
The Foundation first became aware of the Black Lodge in the early 1990s after receiving a tip from informants in INTERPOL. Further investigation uncovered GoI-0432 related documents from the recently dissolved GRU Division "P", later corroborated by former members. It appears that GRU Division "P" was unable to fully contain or neutralize the threat presented by the Black Lodge, with one source describing them as a "hydra" - the organization thought neutralized on several occasions only for it to reappear months later, "stronger than before".
Victims of the Black Lodge have been discovered impaled, penetrated by large organic spines48 - the decedents commonly showing evidence of ritual cannibalism.

Foundation Report
Known as "The Hunter's Black Lodge" (or simply the "Black Lodge"), GoI-0432 has been linked to extortion, murder, robbery, gambling, prostitution, human trafficking, drug trafficking, weapons trafficking, and underground fighting rings. While these activities are not inherently anomalous, the anomalous capabilities of GoI-0432 has had an aberrant effect on their practice. These anomalies include:
- The trafficking and distribution of anomalous pharmaceutical agents, primarily in the form of the anabolic-androgenic steroid "Гнев". The intravenous injection of Гнев triggers anomalous levels of muscle and bone growth. Continued and/or excessive use will result in Proteus-Cronenberg syndrome and/or death. Analysis suggests that this substance is harvested from the adrenal gland of an unidentified species of animal and has thus been classified as SCP-2408-2A.
- The trafficking and distribution of "Похоть", a potent narcotic and increasingly prevalent "club drug". Normally sold in small, glass vials, it is administered to the body through insufflation into the sinus cavities (injection has been found to be universally fatal). Substance triggers various sensory hallucinations, increased heart palpitations, increased sexual arousal, and feelings of euphoria; studies have shown the substance to be more addictive than heroin. These effects are non-anomalous (the substance likely created with profit in mind) but the substance itself appears to be derived from the spinal fluid of an unidentified species and has thus been classified as SCP-2408-2B.
- The trafficking and distribution of biological agents, including pathogens and toxins deemed anomalous by the Foundation. The creation and distribution of "Красная Смерть"4 represents an exceptionally high level threat. Already classified as SCP-███, information regarding the "Red Death" is presently only available on a need-to-know basis.
- Victims of GoI-0432 have been discovered impaled by large organic spines5 or completely torn apart. Cadavers display injuries suggestive of attacks by several different animals such as bloody hoofprints, wounds consistent with goring by a horned or tusked animal, and teeth-marks indicative of a large, lupine organism.

The Foundation became aware of GoI-0432 in wake of the USSR's dissolution, when many anomalies and documents relating to anomalies were transferred to Foundation control by GRU Division "P". The existence of GoI-0432 would be further corroborated by former members of GRU Division "P". It appears that they were unable to fully contain or neutralize the threat presented by GoI-0432 and its associated anomalies, with one source describing the apparent destruction of the organization on several occasions - only for it to reappear months later, seemingly strengthened.
___________________________________________________


Agent S████ was not equipped with a recording device due to the delicate nature of the mission. Instead, information was transferred to the Foundation via dead drop7. Agent S████ entered the nightclub at 2100, 01/25/1995, equipped with a SIG Sauer P226. He is observed being approached by a bouncer, which Agent S████ proceeds to follow after a short conversation. An agent inside the nightclub reports seeing S████ being escorted to an upstairs VIP suite overlooking the main floor. Agent S████ does not exit the nightclub until 0800, 01/29/1995. A message would later be delivered to the dead drop site at approximately 2100.
The Foundation would henceforth receive biweekly mission reports from Agent S████.

Missive 02/04/1995
Possible GoI-0432 front:
ul. ██████ 94
GELENDZHIK
Krasnodarskij kraj
353465
RUSSIAN FEDERATION

First job was gunrunning. More damning evidence against Abraxas Arms. Not a lot to report beyond that.

In a lot of ways, the Black Lodge is like any other Bratva. They're thugs, plain and simple, and mostly driven by greed. They're also nastier, which speaks volumes; you can't get much lower than the Bratva - they discarded any trace of honor they had left in Siberia.
The Great Mothers are certainly something you don't see in the world of organized crime. The боевик call them hags, crones, witches, and the like (though not to their faces). The Sarkic influence is clear with them. Twelve in number, they refer to each other as "sisters" - priestesses or some such. All wear the same outfits - a black sarafan, a stained leather apron, and a red and white shawl covering the shoulders and hair. Always bare footed. A lot of ink work too. They aren't karcists but they still wield a great deal of clout over the Black Lodge.

Missive 03/10/1995
"Criminal underground" has a literal meaning for the Black Lodge. There's another world beneath Moscow. Abandoned soviet bunkers. The Metro-2. Forgotten crypts. But it runs so much deeper than we knew. There's something downright ancient below. Suffice it to say, I think Moscow was built atop a Sarkic temple.
There's a dungeon. Rusted torture equipment. Pre-revolution. Maybe a relic of the Time of Troubles. Regardless, it looks like the Sarkicites are continuing the tradition. It's not nearly as deep and ancient as that wretched temple. Might be worth researching what buildings used to exist in the general location during the 17th century.

I don't know much about these places yet. Information seems to be on a "need to know" basis. But I think I've found a weak link in their chain - one of the Great Mothers; let's call her "Five".

Five shows signs of senility; she's gentle, friendly, and more importantly naive. I've been able to glean some fairly significant intelligence from her (but can't say how much truth there is to any of it).

According to her, the Black Lodge is something both new and old. Like the other Bratva, it began in the gulags of Siberia - during Сучьи войны. Avgust Iosava, father of Otari, appears to have been responsible for the Black Lodge's resurrection in '51. Something he encountered in the Siberian wilderness after leading a successful prison break. And that's when the witches sought him out. Guided him. Showed him "what he had forgotten" - I asked what she meant by that but her mind wandered elsewhere.

She seemed happy to have someone listen to her; a chance to feel nostalgic about the old ways. She told me to take this "secret" and handed me several old and frayed documents; scriptures but not the originals, notes she must have transcribed from their primary sources. Fragmented but something I think the researchers would like to see. Going to write this all down.

Five also told me about Moscow's lost history. In another time, it was known by a different name - "Orok's Fall"; a Sarkic settlement - and where the Saint of War sacrificed himself, "for the blood of gods and tyrants". Never cared for this city. Guess there was always something sinister here.

As she described the ancient city, her terminology was unusually anatomical in nature. Referring to different locations as the "heart", "lungs", and "skull" of Orok's Fall.

 
Missive 04/18/1995
I am making a special request to have my name, as well as what I've done (you'll know it soon enough), removed from the final report. If I successfully complete my mission and come out of this alive then I request the immediate application of amnestics.
Most of my targets have been degenerates and criminals. Potential rivals and the like. But this was different. And Otari, that sick fuck, wanted us leave a different kind of message. There are other Sarkic cultists in Moscow; non-Black Lodge. I'm talking oligarchs. Government officials. One of them sent word that someone in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a man named ██████ █████████, wanted to crack down on the Black Lodge and was searching for allies among the few straight players left in this city.

Target the family. A wife, a daughter. Don't kill them. Make an example. The sort of scars that'll never heal.

 
Missive 04/22/1995
Spoke with Five again, still trying to clear my head of what happened. She's not like the others and I'm beginning to question just how senile she really is. When she speaks of me, and her faith, there is a tone of regret.
I asked her more about Sarkicism (don't worry, I didn't say the "S-word")19. And, when she tells me about Ion, I feel like a child again - listening to my baboushka talk about Jesus and the old prophets. Whimsical, and like her, skipping over the parts that involve glorified torture and murder.

I'm no researcher, historian or theologian or whatever. But I think these cults, this "Sarkicism" didn't begin this way (but I suppose that goes for most religions). Five talks about honor, friendship, virtue, and liberation. The gentle reindeer folk of Adi-um against the evil Daeva. She's old, but I take it the faith changed long before her; maybe she has begun to interpret the texts differently. Maybe she's wrong, seeing good under layers of madness and atrocity.

I can relate. It's always the same. Another failed revolution. Regardless, I suspect Five is an aberration. Perhaps that is the reason she's confided in me. The others talk about the Great Mothers, say they can see things. At times I wonder if she knows who I really am.

And then my training tells me to eliminate her. I think I'll ignore that training for now. Besides, no point taking out a source like her. Not yet at least.

P.S. The arena. It isn't just for initiation. Blood sport disguised as ritual; or maybe ritual disguised as blood sport. Six enter; only one comes out. A lot of folks willing to pay to see and bet on it. Many wear the skulls of beast and the clean suits of billionaires. Five's not a fan; it's like listening to people complain about the commercialization of Christmas. I know the Black Lodge has been classified as Neo-Sarkic but the Great Mothers are pretty clearly Proto-Sarkic - they're traditional, celebrate the high holidays, and still think in terms of some greater good. The rest only care about how to make themselves stronger, wealthier, etc. Otari has an animal cunning to him but he is hardly an intellectual - nor does he appear to be a karcist (or at least, the term hasn't been thrown around at all).

 
Missive 05/06/1995
Five let me in on a little secret. Otari has a brother by the name of Mikhail. Same father; different mother. And he's that half-dead thing in the cell.
Apparently Otari and Mikhail have somewhat of a rivalry, but that isn't why Mikhail's been imprisoned and defaced; Five was vehement about that. It seems that Mikhail volunteered for some sort of ritual.

Things are getting pretty fucked up here. Not sure if it's the drugs or not. I'll leave a vial with this report. I'm seeing things. The angles in the club, and everything below, are wrong. The architecture gives me a headache if I stare at it too long. Yesterday I woke in a bathroom stall with a half-eaten woman.

The whores at Red Lanterns - they look human one moment then the next, well, I know 'monster' isn't really appropriate in this line of work but not sure how else to describe them. They stare at me with feral, hungry eyes. Five once called the them Rusalki21; I thought she was just being figurative but now I'm not so sure. They slither off into the backrooms with fresh meat tailing behind; they'll be back an hour later, looking satisfied - but the men that go in don't ever come out.

And when I watch the pit fights. There are things in the audience that aren't entirely human. There are sounds I can't explain; like a heartbeat, sometimes roars - something from deep below, where all the blood and corpses go.

Agent S████ was declared MIA on 05/28/1995.
On 06/04/1995, after much deliberation, raids were conducted against multiple Black Lodge sites, including the Red Lanterns nightclub. During the assault, SCP-2408-1 were directly observed undergoing transfiguration. Despite their aggression and anomalously augmented combat prowess, the SCP-2408-1 threat was thoroughly neutralized through the use of incendiary armaments (with the Foundation unexpectedly suffering only minor casualties). As operations continued, it grew readily apparent that the Black Lodge had provided minimal manpower - a mere fraction of its total population in the region.

Sarkicism is a religious/philosophical system that encompasses a variety of traditions, beliefs, and spiritual practices largely based on teachings attributed to “Grand Karcist Ion”, its deified founder. Adherents practice ritual cannibalism, human sacrifice, corporeal augmentation, thaumaturgy, and dimensional manipulation. Highly secretive, the general public appears to have no direct knowledge of their existence; the one exception being the CotBG, who views them in apocalyptic terms. Organic manipulation has allowed certain Sarkicites to achieve anomalous states of being, transcending the physical limitations of baseline humans. Disease is viewed with reverence and Sarkic shrines have been discovered with offerings of swollen lymph nodes and tumorous growths. Sarkic cults treat contagions as consecration, a means to "cull the weak" and purify the masses, and thus actively seek to ensure their spread.
The Foundation divides known Sarkic cults into two distinct strands: Proto-Sarkic and Neo-Sarkic. Proto-Sarkic cults can be found in insular communities throughout Eurasia's most isolated regions, its followers generally poor (if self-reliant) and hostile towards outsiders. Such groups eschew modernity, display acute technophobia, and are bound by superstition and taboo. In contrast, Neo-Sarkic cults are cosmopolitan, publicly embracing modernity and showing no apparent qualms with technology; their public lives differing little from others of their culture and social status. Adherents are primarily affluent families, rich in history and scandal.

Ultimately, it is believed that the Foundation only knows a fraction of what Sarkicism is and what its followers intend. Based on the available information, the speculated goals of Sarkic cults represent an SK-class dominance shift, including the possibility of an XK-class end-of-the-world scenario.

The Old God
Yaldabaoth (also known as "Važjuma", "God-Eater", "Devourer", "His/Her Undulating Vastness", "The Great Winnower", "The Womb of Chaos" and various other epithets) is regarded in Sarkicism as the principle power in the universe. Neo-Sarkites appear to admire this entity but Proto-Sarkites (and all discovered scripture thus far) describe it as the true enemy of all people. Translated fragments of the Valkzaron suggests that Ion had somehow usurped control of this cosmic entity, wearing the flesh of the Old God as a sort of armor and crafting from its body a kingdom. This is contradicted by recently discovered scripture which suggest that Ion merely cast down the "living gods" of the Daeva, weaker avatars of the Archons - the children/servants of Yaldabaoth. The continued mortality of humanity and the absence of "paradise" ultimately imply that, were Ion real, then he had failed to achieve his goals.
As with all things related to Sarkicism, it is difficult to discern reality from myth - most especially when myth contradicts. Proto-Sarkites view this entity with fear and disgust, regarding it as both the creator and destroyer of all life and the progenitor of the gods. As more sects are discovered, the diversity of interpretation grows readily apparent.

Yaldabaoth is portrayed as both destroyer and incidental creator, "feeding" upon gods, worlds, and stars, while "exhaling life" into the cosmos (which will evolve, grow, and eventually be harvested again). Life is thus a natural byproduct of the Old God's existence; unguided by intelligence and spreading through a process not entirely dissimilar from panspermia23. Sarkites believe this entity has turned the multiverse into an altar with our existence, and the existence of all biological lifeforms, being brought into reality for the singular purpose of sacrifice.

"Blind" and driven solely by instinct, Yaldabaoth is depicted as being accompanied by otherworldly entities known as "Archons" (or "Vultaas" among certain Proto-Sarkic cults). These beings are described by Sarkic texts as faceless manifestations of primordial chaos, their true forms inconceivable to the human mind. Gnostic and Mekhanite scripture would mention the Archons as well, describing them as "terrible and rapacious angels".

Some Sarkic cults hold that the Archons, along with Yaldabaoth, do not originate from our universe, let alone the multiverse. These cults believe that these entities begin in the Void25 and that their colossal physical bodies are vessels for these profane spirits. Because their consciousness is tethered to the Void, they know only hunger and will consume all things in their desire to feel whole - spreading like a cancer across the multiverse. The Archons are frequently referenced as having some relationship to the stars and the growing darkness that exists between them but little else is known about this connection. Sarkic art and iconography typically depicts Archons as red or black and vaguely cephalopodic.
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Klavigar Orok

A figure of reverence and supposed disciple of Ion. Associated with strength, war, violence, wilderness, hunting and, seemingly in contradiction, loyalty and revolt. Epithets include: the Horned Beast, the Brute Lord, and the Pale Hunter. Described as being of unnatural physical strength, Orok was the product of alchemical and thaumaturgical experimentation on slaves. Enthralled to Matriarch Aśvighoṣa, the ruling Daeva in the city of Jel, Orok served as a personal guard and pit-fighter32.
It is written that Ion, when taking the city of Jel, entered the palace of Matriarch Aśvighoṣa (presumably, the highest authority in the city). He requested that the matriarch should leave and take with her a message to the "Daeva of Daevas", lest she suffer retribution. Refusing his ultimatum, the matriarch ordered Orok to destroy him. It is written that Orok hesitated, his "runes of bondage [setting] his starved soul aflame so that his body became spirit"; turning to his matriarch, he struck Aśvighoṣa, his fist imbued with the very power she had forced upon him, and reduced her body to "cinder and ash and heavenly starlight".

Orok is typically depicted as a large and muscular cyclopic man wearing a loincloth. His symbols include a two-headed axe, a one-eyed skull, a hunting spear, fractured bones, a closed fist, and a bull elephant.
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Podzhigatel ~ An Pyromaniac dousing a maximum of 3 targets and able to attack them with a guaranteed death, the down side being they have to get close to them to “douse” their target and they are notified when doused (They cannot instantly ignite, on death the targets will loose their douse effect[30 sec cooldown]).
Shantazhist ~ An excellent info gather able to use secrets he’s learnt to keep important people quiet.
(Similar to the HoEA swep able to “blackmail” (nanite) 2 people to keep them in line and work for the black lodge mafia [obviously being the same as HoEA they must be in cuffs first])
Consigliere ~ An excellent detective working under cover for the mafia. (When a target is cuffed they will be able to get the type of job they are [Site admin, chaos insurgency ect. Not their exact job], they are also able to disguise as low ranking GOI (MC&D Bouncer / Chaos Insurgency Operative) and all jobs CI Spy can disguise as.

Note it will be a 3 man Job and only 1 specialisation can be used at a time
PURPOSE
Sarkics black lodge will aim to bring mainly “mafia” RP in the sense that they will be bribing extorting people in higher ranks they will also convert or hire normal civilians and potentially members of other groups to spy for them. They will provide ovis city with pubs and Blackmailing and illegal fights where people can come and bet on their champions or take their own chances in the ring willingly or not. As these fights are on going they will sell Services and Favors to the POI/GOI's whilst also trying to keep the police away. We will not shy away from the foundation or any other groups that wish to oppose us we will attack them where it hurts and set loose the potential anomalous diseases that are held within their walls.
 
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Note: I post this on behalf of joshy since he braindead

The Hunter's Black Lodge

GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge") is an anomalous criminal cult primarily active in the post-Soviet states. Known as "The Hunter's Black Lodge" (or simply the "Black Lodge"), GoI-0432 has been linked to extortion, murder, robbery, gambling, prostitution, human trafficking, drug trafficking, weapons trafficking, and underground fighting rings. While these activities are not inherently anomalous, the anomalous capabilities of GoI-0432 has had an aberrant effect on their practice.
The Foundation first became aware of the Black Lodge in the early 1990s after receiving a tip from informants in INTERPOL. Further investigation uncovered GoI-0432 related documents from the recently dissolved GRU Division "P", later corroborated by former members. It appears that GRU Division "P" was unable to fully contain or neutralize the threat presented by the Black Lodge, with one source describing them as a "hydra" - the organization thought neutralized on several occasions only for it to reappear months later, "stronger than before".
Victims of the Black Lodge have been discovered impaled, penetrated by large organic spines48 - the decedents commonly showing evidence of ritual cannibalism.

Foundation Report
Known as "The Hunter's Black Lodge" (or simply the "Black Lodge"), GoI-0432 has been linked to extortion, murder, robbery, gambling, prostitution, human trafficking, drug trafficking, weapons trafficking, and underground fighting rings. While these activities are not inherently anomalous, the anomalous capabilities of GoI-0432 has had an aberrant effect on their practice. These anomalies include:
- The trafficking and distribution of anomalous pharmaceutical agents, primarily in the form of the anabolic-androgenic steroid "Гнев". The intravenous injection of Гнев triggers anomalous levels of muscle and bone growth. Continued and/or excessive use will result in Proteus-Cronenberg syndrome and/or death. Analysis suggests that this substance is harvested from the adrenal gland of an unidentified species of animal and has thus been classified as SCP-2408-2A.
- The trafficking and distribution of "Похоть", a potent narcotic and increasingly prevalent "club drug". Normally sold in small, glass vials, it is administered to the body through insufflation into the sinus cavities (injection has been found to be universally fatal). Substance triggers various sensory hallucinations, increased heart palpitations, increased sexual arousal, and feelings of euphoria; studies have shown the substance to be more addictive than heroin. These effects are non-anomalous (the substance likely created with profit in mind) but the substance itself appears to be derived from the spinal fluid of an unidentified species and has thus been classified as SCP-2408-2B.
- The trafficking and distribution of biological agents, including pathogens and toxins deemed anomalous by the Foundation. The creation and distribution of "Красная Смерть"4 represents an exceptionally high level threat. Already classified as SCP-███, information regarding the "Red Death" is presently only available on a need-to-know basis.
- Victims of GoI-0432 have been discovered impaled by large organic spines5 or completely torn apart. Cadavers display injuries suggestive of attacks by several different animals such as bloody hoofprints, wounds consistent with goring by a horned or tusked animal, and teeth-marks indicative of a large, lupine organism.

The Foundation became aware of GoI-0432 in wake of the USSR's dissolution, when many anomalies and documents relating to anomalies were transferred to Foundation control by GRU Division "P". The existence of GoI-0432 would be further corroborated by former members of GRU Division "P". It appears that they were unable to fully contain or neutralize the threat presented by GoI-0432 and its associated anomalies, with one source describing the apparent destruction of the organization on several occasions - only for it to reappear months later, seemingly strengthened.
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Agent S████ was not equipped with a recording device due to the delicate nature of the mission. Instead, information was transferred to the Foundation via dead drop7. Agent S████ entered the nightclub at 2100, 01/25/1995, equipped with a SIG Sauer P226. He is observed being approached by a bouncer, which Agent S████ proceeds to follow after a short conversation. An agent inside the nightclub reports seeing S████ being escorted to an upstairs VIP suite overlooking the main floor. Agent S████ does not exit the nightclub until 0800, 01/29/1995. A message would later be delivered to the dead drop site at approximately 2100.
The Foundation would henceforth receive biweekly mission reports from Agent S████.

Missive 02/04/1995
Possible GoI-0432 front:
ul. ██████ 94
GELENDZHIK
Krasnodarskij kraj
353465
RUSSIAN FEDERATION

First job was gunrunning. More damning evidence against Abraxas Arms. Not a lot to report beyond that.

In a lot of ways, the Black Lodge is like any other Bratva. They're thugs, plain and simple, and mostly driven by greed. They're also nastier, which speaks volumes; you can't get much lower than the Bratva - they discarded any trace of honor they had left in Siberia.
The Great Mothers are certainly something you don't see in the world of organized crime. The боевик call them hags, crones, witches, and the like (though not to their faces). The Sarkic influence is clear with them. Twelve in number, they refer to each other as "sisters" - priestesses or some such. All wear the same outfits - a black sarafan, a stained leather apron, and a red and white shawl covering the shoulders and hair. Always bare footed. A lot of ink work too. They aren't karcists but they still wield a great deal of clout over the Black Lodge.

Missive 03/10/1995
"Criminal underground" has a literal meaning for the Black Lodge. There's another world beneath Moscow. Abandoned soviet bunkers. The Metro-2. Forgotten crypts. But it runs so much deeper than we knew. There's something downright ancient below. Suffice it to say, I think Moscow was built atop a Sarkic temple.
There's a dungeon. Rusted torture equipment. Pre-revolution. Maybe a relic of the Time of Troubles. Regardless, it looks like the Sarkicites are continuing the tradition. It's not nearly as deep and ancient as that wretched temple. Might be worth researching what buildings used to exist in the general location during the 17th century.

I don't know much about these places yet. Information seems to be on a "need to know" basis. But I think I've found a weak link in their chain - one of the Great Mothers; let's call her "Five".

Five shows signs of senility; she's gentle, friendly, and more importantly naive. I've been able to glean some fairly significant intelligence from her (but can't say how much truth there is to any of it).

According to her, the Black Lodge is something both new and old. Like the other Bratva, it began in the gulags of Siberia - during Сучьи войны. Avgust Iosava, father of Otari, appears to have been responsible for the Black Lodge's resurrection in '51. Something he encountered in the Siberian wilderness after leading a successful prison break. And that's when the witches sought him out. Guided him. Showed him "what he had forgotten" - I asked what she meant by that but her mind wandered elsewhere.

She seemed happy to have someone listen to her; a chance to feel nostalgic about the old ways. She told me to take this "secret" and handed me several old and frayed documents; scriptures but not the originals, notes she must have transcribed from their primary sources. Fragmented but something I think the researchers would like to see. Going to write this all down.

Five also told me about Moscow's lost history. In another time, it was known by a different name - "Orok's Fall"; a Sarkic settlement - and where the Saint of War sacrificed himself, "for the blood of gods and tyrants". Never cared for this city. Guess there was always something sinister here.

As she described the ancient city, her terminology was unusually anatomical in nature. Referring to different locations as the "heart", "lungs", and "skull" of Orok's Fall.

 
Missive 04/18/1995
I am making a special request to have my name, as well as what I've done (you'll know it soon enough), removed from the final report. If I successfully complete my mission and come out of this alive then I request the immediate application of amnestics.
Most of my targets have been degenerates and criminals. Potential rivals and the like. But this was different. And Otari, that sick fuck, wanted us leave a different kind of message. There are other Sarkic cultists in Moscow; non-Black Lodge. I'm talking oligarchs. Government officials. One of them sent word that someone in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a man named ██████ █████████, wanted to crack down on the Black Lodge and was searching for allies among the few straight players left in this city.

Target the family. A wife, a daughter. Don't kill them. Make an example. The sort of scars that'll never heal.

 
Missive 04/22/1995
Spoke with Five again, still trying to clear my head of what happened. She's not like the others and I'm beginning to question just how senile she really is. When she speaks of me, and her faith, there is a tone of regret.
I asked her more about Sarkicism (don't worry, I didn't say the "S-word")19. And, when she tells me about Ion, I feel like a child again - listening to my baboushka talk about Jesus and the old prophets. Whimsical, and like her, skipping over the parts that involve glorified torture and murder.

I'm no researcher, historian or theologian or whatever. But I think these cults, this "Sarkicism" didn't begin this way (but I suppose that goes for most religions). Five talks about honor, friendship, virtue, and liberation. The gentle reindeer folk of Adi-um against the evil Daeva. She's old, but I take it the faith changed long before her; maybe she has begun to interpret the texts differently. Maybe she's wrong, seeing good under layers of madness and atrocity.

I can relate. It's always the same. Another failed revolution. Regardless, I suspect Five is an aberration. Perhaps that is the reason she's confided in me. The others talk about the Great Mothers, say they can see things. At times I wonder if she knows who I really am.

And then my training tells me to eliminate her. I think I'll ignore that training for now. Besides, no point taking out a source like her. Not yet at least.

P.S. The arena. It isn't just for initiation. Blood sport disguised as ritual; or maybe ritual disguised as blood sport. Six enter; only one comes out. A lot of folks willing to pay to see and bet on it. Many wear the skulls of beast and the clean suits of billionaires. Five's not a fan; it's like listening to people complain about the commercialization of Christmas. I know the Black Lodge has been classified as Neo-Sarkic but the Great Mothers are pretty clearly Proto-Sarkic - they're traditional, celebrate the high holidays, and still think in terms of some greater good. The rest only care about how to make themselves stronger, wealthier, etc. Otari has an animal cunning to him but he is hardly an intellectual - nor does he appear to be a karcist (or at least, the term hasn't been thrown around at all).

 
Missive 05/06/1995
Five let me in on a little secret. Otari has a brother by the name of Mikhail. Same father; different mother. And he's that half-dead thing in the cell.
Apparently Otari and Mikhail have somewhat of a rivalry, but that isn't why Mikhail's been imprisoned and defaced; Five was vehement about that. It seems that Mikhail volunteered for some sort of ritual.

Things are getting pretty fucked up here. Not sure if it's the drugs or not. I'll leave a vial with this report. I'm seeing things. The angles in the club, and everything below, are wrong. The architecture gives me a headache if I stare at it too long. Yesterday I woke in a bathroom stall with a half-eaten woman.

The whores at Red Lanterns - they look human one moment then the next, well, I know 'monster' isn't really appropriate in this line of work but not sure how else to describe them. They stare at me with feral, hungry eyes. Five once called the them Rusalki21; I thought she was just being figurative but now I'm not so sure. They slither off into the backrooms with fresh meat tailing behind; they'll be back an hour later, looking satisfied - but the men that go in don't ever come out.

And when I watch the pit fights. There are things in the audience that aren't entirely human. There are sounds I can't explain; like a heartbeat, sometimes roars - something from deep below, where all the blood and corpses go.

Agent S████ was declared MIA on 05/28/1995.
On 06/04/1995, after much deliberation, raids were conducted against multiple Black Lodge sites, including the Red Lanterns nightclub. During the assault, SCP-2408-1 were directly observed undergoing transfiguration. Despite their aggression and anomalously augmented combat prowess, the SCP-2408-1 threat was thoroughly neutralized through the use of incendiary armaments (with the Foundation unexpectedly suffering only minor casualties). As operations continued, it grew readily apparent that the Black Lodge had provided minimal manpower - a mere fraction of its total population in the region.

Sarkicism is a religious/philosophical system that encompasses a variety of traditions, beliefs, and spiritual practices largely based on teachings attributed to “Grand Karcist Ion”, its deified founder. Adherents practice ritual cannibalism, human sacrifice, corporeal augmentation, thaumaturgy, and dimensional manipulation. Highly secretive, the general public appears to have no direct knowledge of their existence; the one exception being the CotBG, who views them in apocalyptic terms. Organic manipulation has allowed certain Sarkicites to achieve anomalous states of being, transcending the physical limitations of baseline humans. Disease is viewed with reverence and Sarkic shrines have been discovered with offerings of swollen lymph nodes and tumorous growths. Sarkic cults treat contagions as consecration, a means to "cull the weak" and purify the masses, and thus actively seek to ensure their spread.
The Foundation divides known Sarkic cults into two distinct strands: Proto-Sarkic and Neo-Sarkic. Proto-Sarkic cults can be found in insular communities throughout Eurasia's most isolated regions, its followers generally poor (if self-reliant) and hostile towards outsiders. Such groups eschew modernity, display acute technophobia, and are bound by superstition and taboo. In contrast, Neo-Sarkic cults are cosmopolitan, publicly embracing modernity and showing no apparent qualms with technology; their public lives differing little from others of their culture and social status. Adherents are primarily affluent families, rich in history and scandal.

Ultimately, it is believed that the Foundation only knows a fraction of what Sarkicism is and what its followers intend. Based on the available information, the speculated goals of Sarkic cults represent an SK-class dominance shift, including the possibility of an XK-class end-of-the-world scenario.

The Old God
Yaldabaoth (also known as "Važjuma", "God-Eater", "Devourer", "His/Her Undulating Vastness", "The Great Winnower", "The Womb of Chaos" and various other epithets) is regarded in Sarkicism as the principle power in the universe. Neo-Sarkites appear to admire this entity but Proto-Sarkites (and all discovered scripture thus far) describe it as the true enemy of all people. Translated fragments of the Valkzaron suggests that Ion had somehow usurped control of this cosmic entity, wearing the flesh of the Old God as a sort of armor and crafting from its body a kingdom. This is contradicted by recently discovered scripture which suggest that Ion merely cast down the "living gods" of the Daeva, weaker avatars of the Archons - the children/servants of Yaldabaoth. The continued mortality of humanity and the absence of "paradise" ultimately imply that, were Ion real, then he had failed to achieve his goals.
As with all things related to Sarkicism, it is difficult to discern reality from myth - most especially when myth contradicts. Proto-Sarkites view this entity with fear and disgust, regarding it as both the creator and destroyer of all life and the progenitor of the gods. As more sects are discovered, the diversity of interpretation grows readily apparent.

Yaldabaoth is portrayed as both destroyer and incidental creator, "feeding" upon gods, worlds, and stars, while "exhaling life" into the cosmos (which will evolve, grow, and eventually be harvested again). Life is thus a natural byproduct of the Old God's existence; unguided by intelligence and spreading through a process not entirely dissimilar from panspermia23. Sarkites believe this entity has turned the multiverse into an altar with our existence, and the existence of all biological lifeforms, being brought into reality for the singular purpose of sacrifice.

"Blind" and driven solely by instinct, Yaldabaoth is depicted as being accompanied by otherworldly entities known as "Archons" (or "Vultaas" among certain Proto-Sarkic cults). These beings are described by Sarkic texts as faceless manifestations of primordial chaos, their true forms inconceivable to the human mind. Gnostic and Mekhanite scripture would mention the Archons as well, describing them as "terrible and rapacious angels".

Some Sarkic cults hold that the Archons, along with Yaldabaoth, do not originate from our universe, let alone the multiverse. These cults believe that these entities begin in the Void25 and that their colossal physical bodies are vessels for these profane spirits. Because their consciousness is tethered to the Void, they know only hunger and will consume all things in their desire to feel whole - spreading like a cancer across the multiverse. The Archons are frequently referenced as having some relationship to the stars and the growing darkness that exists between them but little else is known about this connection. Sarkic art and iconography typically depicts Archons as red or black and vaguely cephalopodic.
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Klavigar Orok

A figure of reverence and supposed disciple of Ion. Associated with strength, war, violence, wilderness, hunting and, seemingly in contradiction, loyalty and revolt. Epithets include: the Horned Beast, the Brute Lord, and the Pale Hunter. Described as being of unnatural physical strength, Orok was the product of alchemical and thaumaturgical experimentation on slaves. Enthralled to Matriarch Aśvighoṣa, the ruling Daeva in the city of Jel, Orok served as a personal guard and pit-fighter32.
It is written that Ion, when taking the city of Jel, entered the palace of Matriarch Aśvighoṣa (presumably, the highest authority in the city). He requested that the matriarch should leave and take with her a message to the "Daeva of Daevas", lest she suffer retribution. Refusing his ultimatum, the matriarch ordered Orok to destroy him. It is written that Orok hesitated, his "runes of bondage [setting] his starved soul aflame so that his body became spirit"; turning to his matriarch, he struck Aśvighoṣa, his fist imbued with the very power she had forced upon him, and reduced her body to "cinder and ash and heavenly starlight".

Orok is typically depicted as a large and muscular cyclopic man wearing a loincloth. His symbols include a two-headed axe, a one-eyed skull, a hunting spear, fractured bones, a closed fist, and a bull elephant.
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Podzhigatel ~ An Pyromaniac dousing a maximum of 3 targets and able to attack them with a guaranteed death, the down side being they have to get close to them to “douse” their target and they are notified when doused (They cannot instantly ignite, on death the targets will loose their douse effect[30 sec cooldown]).
Shantazhist ~ An excellent info gather able to use secrets he’s learnt to keep important people quiet.
(Similar to the HoEA swep able to “blackmail” (nanite) 2 people to keep them in line and work for the black lodge mafia [obviously being the same as HoEA they must be in cuffs first])
Consigliere ~ An excellent detective working under cover for the mafia. (When a target is cuffed they will be able to get the type of job they are [Site admin, chaos insurgency ect. Not their exact job], they are also able to disguise as low ranking GOI (MC&D Bouncer / Chaos Insurgency Operative) and all jobs CI Spy can disguise as.

Note it will be a 3 man Job and only 1 specialisation can be used at a time
PURPOSE
Sarkics black lodge will aim to bring mainly “mafia” RP in the sense that they will be bribing extorting people in higher ranks they will also convert or hire normal civilians and potentially members of other groups to spy for them. They will provide ovis city with pubs and Blackmailing and illegal fights where people can come and bet on their champions or take their own chances in the ring willingly or not. As these fights are on going they will sell Services and Favors to the POI/GOI's whilst also trying to keep the police away. We will not shy away from the foundation or any other groups that wish to oppose us we will attack them where it hurts and set loose the potential anomalous diseases that are held within their walls.
 
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Note: I post this on behalf of joshy since he braindead

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Oh. Doctor!
 
  “Miss, it’s finally time to have a conversation about that city.” Says a woman wearing a black coat made out of wool. The Professor looks up to this woman and asks “Who may you be again? I’ve told many about my discovery.” The woman looks back at the Professor and replies with “I am Doctor Jullie, we talked over the phone. The last time we spoke was regarding the situation revolving around the UN supplies entering that area.” The Professor looks at papers on her desk and says “Ah, yes. I remember you now, take a seat. Let’s begin our conversation.”
    “Something is wrong with that city. People go there with a purpose, then leave it without completing their goals. Every group known to the SCP Foundation keeps up with this same phenomenon, even the SCP Foundation themselves! The only people who don’t experience this is the average civilian who doesn’t know the anomalous exists.”
 

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Transcript Beta: 
“Jullie you gotta get down here it’s really bad there’s a war going on with the you N and the foundation I don’t know why ____ so just bring a weapon __________”
    “This is why we believe there is some sort of effect that takes place whenever a group that’s aware of the anomalous enters this city. Multiple wars between groups while all of them don’t focus on their original goal, nor do they remember their original goal. Why is the Global Occult Coalition attacking the SCP Foundation? Why is the Marshall, Carter and Dark organization in America? These questions make no sense, that’s why we will begin an expedition to figure out this phenomenon. Class, I hope you’re prepared for something new. Just recently you probably saw that message from our DCPD, on May 17 that other Police Department traveled here without going to one of the Three Portlands, it was so hard to explain the situation to them. They had no anomalous knowledge, I’d say their lives changed after that portal opened up in OvisCity. This is what we need to study.”

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