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SCP-1936

July 22nd, 19██

I am returning to Daleport. Godfrey wished me luck as I left, but I know he hoped for my failure. He is too idealistic to believe in my cause. I took all the necessary books out of the Library before I left, though. I suppose I could have just waited until I got home, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to find a proper Way there, and I very much doubt Godfrey would assist me.

Hard to get all the books around. Had some trouble with the Lost Wanderer Dasa'n'asad's Seventh Tome, but the container my contact gave me helped with the heat worries. Burnt my hand handling the thing, but still. You can't hope to do something like this without minor sacrifices.

James is meeting me at the station, but he'll most likely be late. He always is. You have to work with what you've got, but it's disheartening there aren't some more respectable people interested in this venture. I worry about the next time.

August 1st, 19██

I am a little shaken up. The priming ritual for The One Of Broken Nines needed blood sacrifice. I had hoped anaesthetic could be used, but the ritual didn't allow for that. The child is dead now, and it is done. We can't lose track of the goal. The child would thank me, thank me from the bottom of his heart, if he knew why we were doing this. It's for the good of everybody. It's for the good of everybody. IT'S FOR THE GOOD OF EVERYBODY. The Victor shall walk from the rubbles of man and restore clarity to those who remain.

I am beginning to doubt James' devotion to our cause.

August 13th, 19██

The Voice of Ages needed the blood of a heretic. I suppose it just means heretic in general, the Voice wasn't picky about what kind of religion. James was not eager to contribute, but the fact that his blood worked proved that my suspicions were correct. The liar. He would have doomed us all in his selfishness. Things do not get easier, but my time is coming to an end. I have decided that we will not operate over the next two days. It will be a time for rest, so we can prepare for what is to come. I will welcome my death, even if it is not quick.

The world will lie still again on Monday, and it will thank us for it.

Additional notes found near the body of Reverend Hawshore. The first of these appears to be a transcript from a speech made by the Reverend, presumably to the members of The Victory Society.

Brothers and sisters, we come together for the last time today. It has been an honor to work with you all. I could not have hoped for a better group with which to secure the future of mankind.

From the dawn of time, terrible impossibilities have spawned from the darkness between stars, not hating life, simply being indifferent to it. We are as ants to these abominations, these demented Gods. I use this term as this is what they are called in older texts. You will not find any biblical God here. Or perhaps you will, I do not know. The use of 'Gods' here is this specific form of creature, born from the primordial chaos of this reality, not just a powerful being. Simply powerful beings do not reach the uncaring depths of cruelty and depravity that the Gods do.

They are so far above us that we are but insects. Accordingly, we shall look as such. In order to gain the forgiveness and favour of the Gods, we must learn to know our place before them.

Each of these things seeks dominion over the laws of reality itself, imposing the nature of their twisted existences upon stars and planets and people. The only answer to this threat? These Gods must be destroyed, the slate wiped clean. We could not do this, by no means, no. But we cannot allow these things to exist. A kingdom cannot have a billion kings. We cannot kill the Gods, no, only a God can kill a God.

We will bring them here and bind them. Bind them until their bloodlust is sated, until all but one is dead. Always a single God remains: the Victor, who returns to whence they came as the only God remaining. But their primordial chaos eventually spawns more Gods, more twisted angels and demons. And so it all comes to pass again. Our vigilance must be constant, for a new Victor must be found again and again. We will leave a mark in creation, but it will fade. It will heal.

Stand strong as our people have before. Stand strong as the near-men in ancient cities did. Stand strong as we did at the Gates of Sodom. Stand strong as we have always stood strong, because this must always be done.

Fortune favours those who take bold steps. We shall become Unified with Inanimatum, entering the Somnium Aeternum. May we be forgiven.

The following section was found in the back cover of Hawshore's journal.

AND THE VICTOR SHALL WALK FROM THE RUBBLES OF MAN AND BESTOW CLARITY GLORY MAJESTY TO THOSE WHO REMAIN

from the red of my eyes i see them yes i do yes i do AND THEY SEE ME

i do all of it right and this is repayment?? i do not fear the rubbles of man they are our glory are our i dont know what they are i dont know what i am my throat goes somewhere else. my throat goes somewhere else and i do not like where it goes.

in a war there is fire but here the fire is cold and sideways and in the atoms themselves. in the minds even because my headache like a nut that is cracking because of the baby bird inside it. i must clean my wounds but my hands are made of wire and cyanide

I CAN SEE THEM TOWERING and they are nothing they are the shadow of the tip of a fingernails fingernail nonononono

to quell the titans for fire ice and lighting we must eat babies and live happily ever after its not right theyre meant to be dead now notmeanttobehereno

the victor shall walk from the rubbles of man and others shall walk behind him

Video recovered from a camera found on a rooftop during an expedition near a church in the center of Daleport.

Several entities of varying descriptions are visible engaging in hostilities with each other. Daleport's church is visible in the background, as the density of SCP-1936-1 is reduced for unknown reasons.

A large creature of irregular shape which appears to be composed of large quantities of stone, soil and what is thought to be some form of fungi appears several meters above the church. Camera begins shaking at this time. A sound akin to distorted whale song is audible. The creature is estimated to be 50m in height.

A second entity manifests above the church. The entity has a crystalline structure and a bright light is emanating from its central spire. A fifteen second long screech is audible. Already manifested entities cease hostilities and quickly leave the area in a manner that suggests they are fleeing.

What is presumed to be a third entity manifests, but camera distortion prevents an analysis of its appearance. A deep humming noise is audible for the duration of the footage, until it cuts out.

Footnotes . A number of Daleport residents (deceased) and Foundation agents (unknown) are currently irretrievable from these rooms. . Due to their properties, description of some of these spatial anomalies is inordinately difficult. . Currently suspended 57m from the ground. . UGVs used by the Foundation typically have a range of 70km from their base station in flat terrain. . Humanoid transportation variant. . Inconsistency was not noted until after the event. . 97 in total. . A dubstep-style remix of the Owl City song Embers was heard faintly through the town hall's microphones at this time. It is worth noting that dubstep will not be independently invented for another year, and Embers will not be released for fifteen years. Additional monitoring of the Owl City music project is ongoing. . Mandelbrot set based. . It appears that Reverend Hawshore broke the pencil at this point, and had to resume writing sometime later. . This is most likely referring to the spatially anomalous aspects of the Reverend's body.