Survival Log, Day 1 It seems like just yesterday reality had rules and laws, in fact with what I've seen maybe it was; the creatures we used to write about, the reality we built within our own, none of knew it would ever be real, but yet here we are. The things we once called SCPs are now real, and definitely are not secured, contained, or protected, they are here, and will forever be here. I blame us, i blame who we were, if we had never underestimated the power of imagination this wouldve never happened. We wrote about these creatures, gave them a idenity and a personality, and then they became real. None of us know quite why, maybe it in of itself is a anomaly why they came into being, but now they run rampant, uncontrolled, untamed, no organization is left in this society, its every man for himself, every woman for herself, every animal for themselves. God i wish i was back home, back where nothing could hurt me, but now im not, i got to keep moving, this is my journal ill be keeping track of what goes down, when im done i have no clue what I'll do with it, ill sign off the first page of what i hope will eventually be a diary that will be known by all such as The Diary of Anne Frank, with a new motto held by society, SCP is no longer Secure Contain Protect, it is now Silence, Carefulness, and Preserverence, may The Scarlett King pity you.