The following is a transcription of the warning message found on the cover of SCP-[...]: <Begin Transcript> WARNING: COGNITOHAZARD CONTAINMENT BREACH IMMINENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK In the event of exposure to the following journal, please adhere to these emergency protocols: 1. Discontinue reading immediately and attempt to clear your cognitive processes of any anomalous thoughts or imagery. 2. If you experience symptoms such as migraines, vertigo, or cognitive dissonance, seek medical assistance without delay. 3. Administer Class-A amnestics to mitigate the effects of exposure and prevent further cognitive deterioration. 4. Extreme caution is advised; prolonged or repeated exposure to the cognitohazards within this journal may result in irreversible psychological damage or even fatal cognitive shock. Proceed with the utmost discretion. <End Transcript>
<Begin Transcript> Journal Entry: [REDACTED], 20██ Another day, another battle against the unseen forces that lurk in the shadows of my mind. I awoke to the familiar [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED], a relentless melody that haunts my dreams and lingers long after I've silenced my alarm. As I stumbled out of bed, I felt the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders, a sensation I've learned to associate with the presence of [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED]. In my morning routine, I encountered the usual suspects: the [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] in the mirror, the [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] on the breakfast table, each one a potential trigger for my fragile psyche. I've developed strategies to navigate these hazards, but the constant vigilance is exhausting. At school, I found myself in a [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] class, where the very concept of [REDACTED] seemed to twist and contort before my eyes. I could feel my sanity slipping as I struggled to make sense of the [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] equations on the board. Thankfully, my training kicked in, and I managed to avert my gaze before the full force of the hazard took hold. During lunch, I sought refuge in the company of my friends, but even their presence couldn't shield me from the [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] that seemed to infest every corner of the cafeteria. I could sense the malevolent intent behind those [REDACTED], as if they were designed to [DATA EXPUNGED]. As the day wore on, I felt my mental defenses weakening. The [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] in the hallway seemed to whisper secrets that threatened to unravel my sanity. I hurried to my next class, desperate for a reprieve. But the respite was short-lived. In [REDACTED] class, we delved into the works of [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED], a literary genius whose words seemed to dance on the page, revealing hidden truths that no one should ever know. I felt my mind bending, straining to contain the flood of [REDACTED] that threatened to spill forth. <End Transcript>
The following is an excerpt from SCP-[...], where the author attempts to describe themselves: <Begin Transcript> Journal Entry: [REDACTED], 20██ Who am I? I peer into the mirror, searching for a glimpse of my true self, but what I see is a [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED]. My reflection seems to shift and distort, as if my very identity is a puzzle, forever changing and elusive. I am a [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED]. My age, a mere number, fluctuates between 16 and 23, a constant reminder of the uncertainty that defines me. I am neither here nor there. My hair, a [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED], defies description. It dances in the wind forming patterns that destroy my sanity. My eyes, windows to a tormented soul, reflect the anomalies that I witness daily. My body, a vessel for the anomalous, is a canvas of [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED]. Tattoos of [REDACTED] cover my skin, each one a reminder of the hazards I've endured. These marks are not mere decorations; they are a language that only the cognitohazards understand. I am a wanderer, a [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED], seeking refuge from the storm of anomalies that pursue me. I've learned to navigate the treacherous paths that others dare not tread. My mind has become my greatest weapon and my heaviest burden. In this journal, I attempt to relate my experiences, to give form to the formless horrors that haunt me. But even these words, carefully chosen, cannot fully convey the [REDACTED] that is my existence. I am a paradox, a [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED], forever bound to the pages of this journal, yet always just out of reach. <End Transcript>