πŸ“‹ SCP-2316 β€” Field Trip | Class of '76
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What once was used for education,
Has been swallowed by foul Syncopation.
As the kids face amnesia,
Remembering gets easier,
Now rise for our standing ovation!


Author: RogetRoget

Principal Focus: Kirk Lonwood High School

Related Materials: SCP-1833, SCP-322, SCP-1423, SCP-2316


Hey y'all!

So the Class of '76 GOI is a really interesting one, simply because it tackles anomalies from the inside. The Remembrance story hub follows the path of Lee, a senior in Kirk Lonwood High School, as he, and the rest of the school, slowly falls under the influence of a strange entity.

The Remembrance hub doesn't cover everything to do with the Class of '76, but it does include a fair amount, so that's what I'll be looking at, along with the associated skips and how they fit in to the story - and then finally, as a little bonus, we'll see what the hell SCP-2316 has to do with anything.

Let's'a go!


Part 1: If Music Be The Food Of Love, Shut The Fuck Up And Listen

We shall begin at the beginning, strangely enough.

Let's take a look at the Prelude first. It's just a yearbook page. Scroll down and you'll see OH GOD WHAT IS THAT THING

Upon closer inspection, you see that some of the earlier images had been subtly altered too (most noticeably on Arthur, George and Curtis), and that the captions have some weird shit in them.

Good luck to all of you! Except for β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ

When β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ asked me out, I felt sick

I hope one day β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ gets Cancer

Hhhhuh. This is… odd. We'll come back to it later. Suffice it to say that this relates directly to one of the Related Materials I mentioned at the beginning.

Next up: In Symphony. By the way, expect a lot of musical overtones throughout these stories. Music is a big part of what happened to the Class of '76.

I'll just give you the highlights here.

Hi, my name's Lee.

I'm 17 years old, and I'm a Senior attending KL High, where I do marching band stuff. I also collect coins

School isn't really a huge thing. I've got band, and my friends. We mostly just mess around in the band room, practicing, going to other classes, then going back to band after class ends. It's actually pretty routine. The other band members aren't really interesting. Cindy's nice, but she doesn't really talk to me. Albert is the band leader, and he doesn't really do much other than boss us around when we bullshit him.

Nothing too important here; just building character. This kid likes band a lot.

Coach was joking about how the uniforms were the key to the game. They're pretty cool looking, I guess. They bought them from a cheaper place this time, Synophone or something, but it turned out really awesome. Hope we get new uniforms for the finals.

Here we get our first mention of the music shop.

I just got back from going to the new music store downtown. Apparently it's from the same outfit that gave us the uniforms, and they're called Syncope Symphony. It's a really excellent store, they've got tons of stuff for such a small place. I even got a big discount for being a student at Kirk Lonwood. Definitely going back soon, if I can. Just have to close my eyes and follow the beat.

Anything about this seeming odd?

Just have to close my eyes and follow the beat.

This would seem to imply that he can hear the shop, somehow. But that doesn't make any sense - you can't hear a shop, can you?

Unless it's playing music.

Oh, just remembered what we were watching. It was that old batman TV show. Nananananana…

I really do enjoy talking to her, we've got a good rhythm, talking words together and coming out harmoniously. We decided to hit up the Renmar theater, to see some movie. I don't even remember which one we picked out.

'Rhythm' and 'harmoniously' are both music words, in case you didn't know. If things get much worse, this bloke might just start speaking in non-stop music puns. That wouldn't sound natural.

But there's something a bit more subtle and sinister going on here.

just remembered

I don't even remember

I believe, in my initial limerick, I mentioned amnesia? Well, here it is. We're beginning to see the cracks develop in Kirk Lonwood.

I just remembered something from the other day. A lot of the stuff in town was closing up. There was that Synoco store, but the grocer, barber, and a bunch of other places just looked abandoned. I stopped at Synoco to get something for Cindy's birthday.

While every other store closes, Synoco stays open? Suspicious. Also, 'remembered'.

I saw one guy mop the same spot of floor for the entire two hours that I was shopping.

Not much to add here, just further confirmation that Synoco isn't your average band store.

Been busting my ass with practice. We've been going out everyday to try and get ready for the big game. […] We're starting some more intense training this week, which is gonna be miserable. If we weren't already in "intense" training, I really don't want to see what is.

Band is beginning to swallow up this guy's life. This, combined with Synoco, should give you a pretty good idea of what's going on.

As part of the new training schedule, we've been given some vitamin pills or something to keep us up during practice. They're little chiclet pills, don't even need any water to swallow 'em. Take two in the morning and one in the evening.

Never accept pills from strangers, kids. Even if they're an anomalous music store which is slowly beginning to take over your school, your friends, and your life. Especially not if you can swallow 'em dry.

Sold the coins today. The clinking and the clanking as I handed them over was really nice. Made me think of pennies on a drum.

Obsession_with_music.html

The radio was really good today. The sound slithered through the holes in the fiber cloth, curling arround the wooden frame and emanating itself to me. We listened for almost all of yesterday and the day before, and I didn't even notice. Time sure flies by when you listen to it.

Here, the sound is being personified. Lee's beginning to think it's alive, that it's speaking to him. He's becoming so addicted to it that he can't remember how long he's been listening to it for.

By the way, did I mention that this Tale series is called "Remembrance"?

I'm not hungry anymore. We talk to each other, and play one another, and make them into the notation. We're conducted together. Who needs free breakfast, lunch, and dinner when you're part of a bigger piece? Cindy was eating. She can, I have life to live.

This isn't the last time that this 'bigger piece' will be mentioned. Either way, they're well and truly under Syncope's grasp now.

Onward! Interlude! Old School!

"We're going to have a great year, aren't we?"

-The girl who sat behind you.

Odd. We don't know anything about this yet, but it will become a running motif to connect this series with one of the related materials.

This supplement is a series of internal memos to the students. Things slowly derail the further down you go. Points of interest:

  • "Students are reminded to donate to the annual fundraising for extracurricular activities. Although Syncope has been very generous in their donations, we still need your contributions."
  • "Note from Mr. Wallick to all band members: Intensive training begins Monday. Please come prepared each day to practice."
  • "Hello students. This is Principal Wehrner. Mitchell decided that it was high time to take a step back in responsibility, and that he's going to groove to another beat."
  • "STUDENTS! Please stand with me for the pledge of symphonic allegiance, and sing your hearts out with style."
  • "Some have said that it was the new system that caused them to part. Those of you who do are warned. The Director will hear of anything we say. He's listening to all of us now, hearing the rhythm of the panting and the running crowds. The bells, and the blackboards. It's harmony."
  • "Students are reminded that only band members are permitted off school premises. Any violaters will deal with their own consequences. They have only damned themselves with their own actions."

What can we gather from this? Well, the school is firmly within the clutches of Syncope, though we knew that already. Under the authority of this mysterious Director, who's presumably the entity who controls Syncope, the entire school has been turned into an anomalous 'band', of sorts. The teachers and pupils within it have been mesmerized, and are being forced to play their parts. Anybody deviating is 'damned', which sounds like a whole lot of fun. For now, let's move on.

Part 2: What Do You Call A Teenage Musician Who's Fallen Into A Squeezer? A Flat Minor!

God, these subtitles just keep getting longer and longer, don't they? It was such a good joke I couldn't resist getting it in, though.

Lee was there. Walking through the dead halls and broken doors, in his pressed uniform. They'd left him behind. Everyone else had been taken out, to play. Lee continued his march. They would be back soon. Syncope would always have a place for his percussion.

Brainwashed. Poor Lee.

STUDENTS! Maybe you have noticed the new schedule system. We've divided everyone into the six populations, and given them each their own position in the school. I know this radical restructuring seems to have come from nowhere, but trust us, it's been a long time coming.

The Director is remaking the school, it seems. Re-imagining it to best play his symphony.

Syncope was here. Lee could feel it in his sinews, twanging them like a banjo. From the band equipment came its force, and its glory. Before he could go on to think of eleven new wonderful things to say about the matter, Lee clenched his fists. Legs turned to run, but only at an awkward stance. The vibrations in his sinews grappled him by the lapels, and pushed him forward like a windup clock.

Now this - this is interesting. Let's just take this apart slightly.

Syncope was here. Lee could feel it in his sinews

So Syncope has always seemed to be this giant force lurking in the back of Kirk Lonwood, pulling the strings of the students. Omnipresent. Omnipotent.

From the band equipment came its force, and its glory.

That's how it spreads. It sells 'infected' band equipment, which allows it to exert its power over those who play them.

But! Perhaps Syncope isn't quite as powerful as it seems:

Before he could go on to think of eleven new wonderful things to say about the matter, Lee clenched his fists.

Lee's mind is torn. He's battling for control of his conscious thoughts. Note the use of the word "think", which confirms that Syncope has direct power over his brain. He's able to rebel, though.

Lee stopped playing. Cold, pains were in him. Oh god… it hurts. The things clawed into his back from his arms, twisting up to his head. This isn't harmony. He tried to take a step, but fell, sprawling his limbs akimbo as he slammed into the ground. Where was his place in the symphony?

And now, because he's rebelling, Syncope is punishing him.

It was punishment. An arm stretched out, grabbing for purchase. He needed to get out. Playing was all he needed to do. Cindy and all the others would be waiting for him there, to play with. Panting, he clutched his chest. An icy bubble welled in his chest, and pressing against him. He couldn't breathe, think oh god where is this all going how do no please have to remember now

Lee's experiencing severe cognitive dissonance. His thoughts are fighting themselves. Amidst all this chaos, there's but one command he wants to, needs to, obey:

rest

And rest he does.

When he awakes, the Foundation have discovered Syncope. They've applied amnestics. They've evacuated the school. But this isn't what Lee wants.

Uniform gone, instrument gone. Music gone. Lee tried to step again, sluggishly stumbling. Why did they send him?

Lee had to get back. Home. School was home. Lee struggled, the pounding slithering up from the heart, through the throat, and to his head. They were doing the music, and he had to be there now.

Syncope has other plans.

someone said something.

please

they said to forget

Lee shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. Syn… how did the tune go? What did they sing?

they never sang, Lee. You forgot. It's so easy to forget, isn't it?

The ringing grew louder, and they stopped talking to him. Louder, and whiter.

We won't forget you

This is a bit weird. As best I can tell, what Lee is currently hearing is Syncope talking to him while the amnestics take effect. This is a different kind of amnesia to the kind he experienced while under its command; instead of forgetting everything but Syncope, he's now involuntarily forgetting everything.

But for how long?

Interlude! Roooooad triiiip!

"Do you remember, when the bells had to ring?"

"Can you tell me, how the children used to sing?"

Memory. Music. Both prominent themes of Remembrance.

We're finally leaving for the trip. It's been a hell of a ride getting here, but now we have it. A whole summer on the road.

This is a bit of a non-sequitur, isn't it? Stick with me, we'll see how it relates momentarily.

First day of the drive, and I'm pumped. We got Rusty in front, Lee in the passenger seat, with me and Andy chilling in the back. It's pretty nice. First place we're hitting up is the Black Ridge Rockstravaganza. I remember going here, it was amazing. Really what opened me up for my interest in rock.

Lee! Lee, our man. So this must have been before the events of Parts 1 and 2.

Just like before, in the first interlude, things start to derail, albeit far more quickly.

Rusty is an idiot. The first house we see for days, and he bolts by it. Apparently he had bad memories about the place, or some other hippie bullshit like that. You can't fucking have memories of shit you never saw. Then he has the nerve to not let anyone else drive, because he's supposed to be the driver.

wait, I forgot. Did Lee ever drive…

Memory. MEMORY. MEMORY.

The car is longer now. I don't know how, but I do. The lights in my teeth are getting brighter, and the eyes of my light are brighter. I'm sharp.

Madness. This is clearly the work of some kind of anomaly. What kind? Not long now, only one more part.


Part 3: help i'm stuck in a part titles factory

Part 3 is significantly less weird than the other parts. I'll summarize the beginning here: Lee's plans fell through, he has a job that just abut pays his bills, and he remembers nothing of the events of the year of '76. He receives a mysterious envelope, in which there is a polaroid.

This was from the trip Lee had taken with Rusty and the others in '76. It hadn't been a particularly exciting trip, and the hubbub of almost college had entered his mind almost directly after they'd gotten home. Kirk Lonwood High had been one of the last times he'd been happy. The familiar tendrils of nostalgia began to creep over his shoulders as he stared.

You should've stayed home with them.

Ooh, he came close to remembering everything there. Lee said, earlier: "School was home". Is this Syncope finally calling him back? Not quite.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a message scrawled on the back of the letter.

We've had a great year, haven't we? Hope to see you again soon!

~Love, Cindy XOXOXOX

Recognize this? How about

"We're going to have a great year, aren't we?"

-The girl who sat behind you.

It's Cindy! The girl who sat behind you was Cindy. More than that - we can now link the road trip from the second Interlude to everything else that's been happening. She was the one narrating it.

Sleep didn't come to Lee easily that night. Images of photographs, red, his friends driving, listening to the radio, and everything else from the summer came flooding back to him.

Aah, sweet memories. Or, perhaps, not so sweet…

That whole year was a blur… the summer was what had counted. Everything that had happened, then and now, came from that trip. Building up a whole year for one last summer, then pissing his life away afterwards. But the summer had been a golden moment between them, where nothing mattered and you could do what you want. A great end to a year of buildup.

Sleep came easier that night, with the painful memories of the day before replaced with the more palatable memories of nostalgia.

There's a reason he's remembering all of this, by the way, and it's not just because of the photograph. Well, actually, it is, but not because of the picture itself.

Syncope.

Oh SHIT.

Lee bolted up, grabbing at everything around him as he scrambled out of bed. Hearing a buzz, his hands instinctively went to cover his ears, and teeth bit tongue. How could he have forgotten Syncope? Why should he remember it? He fell back onto his bed, clutching his throbbing skull. They'd been… something at Lonwood. Wincing, he felt blood stream down from his nose, pooling in his lips.

In remembering the name of the store, he's invited it back into his head. What was it that it told him, seconds before he forgot everything?

We won't forget you

Well, looks like it never did.

There was something about Syncope. Remember. They would remember you. Pieces flooded his consciousness. There was a school he couldn't leave… his bandmates at the game… and Syncope. They'd been a group at the school, they were there from town… no, that was wrong. Lee wiped the blood and looked back to his nightstand, to the photo. It looked the same. The buzzing grew louder.

Lee could hear it.

There's then an odd note, seemingly directly from Syncope itself.

Very sorry. Know you're unhappy here, and apologize for the times done to. Frustration and fear, and are willing to work with if only take the time to see the overall composure. Know that many of have been hurt or set to tower for the goal, but were only for the beat, have to make some practices to bring it to the full potential. Not a place, like some of have said over this time. Don't have people with, working to make the beauty for or otherwise. All want to accomplish is making the orchestra of life. All of have been playing roles, as single notes in grand symphony.

Please, rise for the overture.

What this means is that Syncope is aware of exactly what it's doing to everyone in its grasp, but the overall result - this 'grand symphony' - will make up for it.

Then, finally, the epilogue, and what better send-off could we have than another pictWHAT THE FUCK

The entities in the final photograph bear a striking resemblance to Thomas from the very beginning. It's the 39th page of something. And what does that caption say?

We won't forget you.

Apparently not.


So, what does all that mean?

Well, I'm pleased to say that I can finally stop saying "I'll talk more about it later", because later is NOW, kids. Buckle up.

Both the very first and very last portions of the series are taken from a yearbook. But not just any yearbook: the Kirk Lonwood '76 Yearbook, aka SCP-1833.

Need proof? Well, to quote SCP-1833's article:

However, after approximately 10 pages are read, the messages will begin to become more negative in tone. Initially, they will recount events that occurred during high school for which the subject feels embarrassment or remorse. They will then begin to mention events from the subject's life that occurred after completing high school, and will make personal attacks on the subject. In addition, the photographs depicted in the book will become more negative, with the persons depicted in the photographs often appearing to be heavily deformed.

Does this remind you of anything? It should.

Good luck to all of you! Except for β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ

When β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ asked me out, I felt sick

I hope one day β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ gets Cancer

This also explains what happened to Jennifer and Thomas - their images were deformed by the nature of the book.

Also:

Page 39: The subject appears to be sleeping in its bedroom, and is surrounded by other persons depicted in the yearbook. These persons have grossly mutilated facial features, and are looking directly at the viewer.

The epilogue. Enough said.

Finally, the back cover:

Handwritten message saying "We've had a great year, haven't we? Don't worry about waiting for the reunion, I'm sure we'll see each other soon enough. Lots of love, from all of your best friends."

We've had a great year, haven't we? It just keeps coming back. Again and again.

The marching band itself is an SCP: SCP-322.

Description: SCP-332 is the Class of 1976 Kirk Lonwood High School marching band, located in the town of [REDACTED]. The band is composed of 30 humanoids, known as SCP-332-1 through -30. All 30 instances of SCP-332 wear 1976 band uniforms, and play instruments manufactured before 1976. The words "Syncope Symphony" have been engraved into each instrument.

We've been seeing this anomaly from the perspective of one of the humanoids this entire time. Also, I feel I should mention, since I don't think it's clear: this skip came before the Remembrance series.

Occasionally, individual instances of SCP-332 have been known to suddenly begin struggling with an unseen force before returning to their normal stance.

We see Lee do this in Part 2.

Instances of SCP-332-B who join with SCP-332 will march and play until they pass out from exhaustion or hunger, at which point they will be trampled by other instances of SCP-332-B and SCP-332.

-SCP-332

Who needs free breakfast, lunch, and dinner when you're part of a bigger piece?

-Part 1.

Addendum: On 11/2/2016, SCP-332 suddenly vanished from its containment area. At the same time, a major anomalous incident was noted to be in progress at a sports facility in South Florida. SCP-332 was thought to be re-contained following this incident, however every 48 hours it has re-appeared in a new location. The Foundation is currently assessing the situation and any additional assets which can be allocated to continue containment.

That final sentence links to Kalinin's Proposal, which is a can of worms my good friend/most hated acquaintance Yossi has covered. It's really not necessary at all to understand this, so don't worry if you don't get it.

Aaaand the Polaroid. That's also an SCP: SCP-1423.

Description: SCP-1423 is a Polaroid photograph, circa 1976. It depicts several unidentified teenagers, and is believed to have been taken in the summer of that year. The message "We've had a great year, haven't we?" had been written on the back of SCP-1423 in charcoal.

w e ' v e h a d a g r e a t y e a r, h a v e n ' t w e ?

Whenever SCP-1423 is held by a human subject, they will suffer a memory altering effect. Over the next several weeks, the subject will show a tendency to reminisce about the last summer vacation they experienced in high school.

Hoo wee! This explains why Lee suddenly began waxing lyrical about the Summer of '76.

SCP-1423 affected subjects will attempt to revisit locations from their vacation, such as concerts, cities, amusement parks, farms, hometowns, and will attempt to contact other subjects whom they contacted during that period.

Here we have our first major link to 2316. But - and believe me, I am loath to say it - more on that later.

However, after 3-5 months of exposure, subjects will begin to document major alterations to their dreams. Subjects may report elements not found in their vacation, instead claiming that they are no longer able to remember their dreams "properly."

Over time, memories become altered, clearly. The more they think about them, the less real they become.

SCP-1423 was recovered from the home of β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ, who had been reported missing by his neighbors. After local authorities reported on SCP-1423's anomalous effect, Foundation personnel were able to intervene and suppress the reports. Class-C amnestics were administered to witnesses. However, β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ had been previously administered amnestics in 1976, after he was present at Kirk Lonwood High School during Incident-SCP-332-A. Class-A amnestics were given to Mr. β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ, and investigation into this connection is ongoing.

β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ

Three blackboxes.

Lee

I think we have our guy!


To summarize: Remembrance is all about remembrance, unsurprisingly. It follows Lee, an unfortunate band member who slowly falls into the grasp of an anomalous entity manifesting as Syncope, suffers greatly at its hands, then is taken by the Foundation and forced to forget everything he has endured. Syncope fights this, promising him that "We won't forget you" - and indeed it doesn't, as, some three years later, he remembers, and it takes him back.


Right! So, I think that's the Class of '76 just about ov-

You do not recognize the bodies in the water.

…what? No, I covered all of the Tales, all the related materials, everything! There's noth-

You do not recognize the bodies in the water.

…I don't understand. Do you-

You do not recognize the bodies in the water.

..fine.


Part 4: The Water In Gibraltar Don't Taste Like What It Oughta

Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here.

!!! Cognithazard Warning !!!

The following file contains images and text that are carriers for anomalous cognitohazardous influences. You do not recognize the bodies in the water. Due to this, it is imperative that all personnel accessing this file be certified as having a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of no less than 14.5. Should you fail an automated CRV verification, please remain calm and do not move. A member of your site's medical staff will be with you shortly.

Be prepared to not recognize a lot of bodies in the water.

So it's a cognitohazard. It must be routinely patrolled by people who don't know what it does. Then, suddenly:

Individuals who come within 50m of the lake containing SCP-2316 are to be considered lost.

Lost? It's definitely an odd choice of words. Lost from whom?

Anyway, let's move on to the description.

Description: SCP-2316 is the designation for an anomalous phenomenon existing within Lake β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ within β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ County, β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ. SCP-2316 manifests as a group of human corpses floating in a small group at the surface of the water. The identities of these corpses are [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] [Automated Change: UNKNOWN], though DNA testing has been inconclusive.

Bodies in a lake. Which we apparently do not recognize. Gotcha.

While SCP-2316 appears to be individual instances, it is theorized that SCP-2316 may instead be an entity composed of a collective consciousness. Individual instances of SCP-2316 do not act on their own, but do seem to be able to act collectively as a2 single unit.

See that superscript 2? That's a footnote, my dears. Want to know what it says?

I know who they are, I know their names. Each and every one of them. Don't you?

Something's directly editing the page here. It''s likely a side-effect of their anomalous properties, but for us readers, it serves to ladle on the spoop (translation: increase the horror of the article). There's also oodles of hidden text, which is very much a love-it-or-hate-it aspect of meta-articleness.

SCP-2316 hosts a powerful cognitohazardous effect, causing those who have viewed SCP-2316, are aware of certain parts of its nature, or who were enrolled in the [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] [Automated Message: INVALID] to believe that the individual instances of SCP-2316 are human beings they recognize, typically from their childhood4.

So that's why I recognized them! Wait…

The footnote tells you that "it's just their way of crying for help", which is maddeningly vague. Who's crying for help? Why? All will be revealed…

Attempting to come into contact with SCP-2316 instances, by way of entering Lake β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ or touching an instance of SCP-2316, will cause other instances of SCP-2316 to appear. You do not recognize the bodies in the water. The additional instances only serve to reinforce and add to the strength of the cognitohazard5, compelling affected individuals into the lake. Individuals who enter the lake in this way are lost, and to date none have been recovered.

So that explains the usage of the word "lost" from earlier. They're lost to the hive mind. Lost to whatever entity is controlling the bodies in the water, which you do not recognize.

Addendum 2316.1: Interview

[DATA EXPUNGED]6 (They don't want to show you, but I will. Below.)

The entire interview has been expunged, but Mr. Footnote claims to have access to it. Enter our first hidden text: an artfully concealed dropdown which lurks just beneath the words.

Oh yes, and all of the blackboxes in the interview are more of 'You do not recognize the bodies in the water'. Deep joy.

Dr. Harrison: When you entered the water, what did you see?7

Youdonotrecognizethebodiesinthewater: Faces. My friends. Faces I recognized, some I didn't, but they became more familiar as I saw them. I'd known them my whole life, but there was something wrong with them.

This mystery man claims that the bodies were speaking:

Not moving their mouths, but I could hear them, asking for help. They told me… they told me who they were. They told me you knew who they were, that youβ€”

This seems to confirm whatever Mr. Footnote was trying to tell us before. The bodies are crying out, telling people about them. But again - why?

Get your hands off of me! I know all their names, Harrison, I heard them speaking to me! Every single one. All it takes is one person to see them and tell people, and they'll know what you've been trying to hide. Birchwood High School, Class ofβ€”

The Foundation are apparently trying to suppress something, though thus far all the evidence implies that this suppressed evidence relates to the bodies' cognitohazardous effects.

Then there's the gut-punch of the article. Throughout, there have been these dropdown boxes telling you that your Cognitive Resistance Value has been within acceptable limits - that is, you don't recognize the bodies in the water. But by the end of the article, you do. Your CRV is not within acceptable limits.

Finally, another hidden dropdown - this time beneath the CRV widget, under 'INVALID ENTRY'.

You don't have a lot of time, you'll need to get away quickly. Go back to the lake, go into the water, look into their eyes. It's your friends, your classmates. You took the trip to the lake in the fall of '75, together, when you were young. Don't you remember? Look into their eyes. I know you can hear them talking to you, just like they talked to me. Don't let them tell you it's just a cognitohazard. This was their fault, they caused this. We were all innocent kids, don't you remember? And you just got away, you and I? The rest of them are at the bottom of that lake, waiting for us to go back to them and be whole together again. They want us to know. They want us to remember. Wake up, goddammit. Remember the fall of '75. The year we were supposed to graduate. Don't let them make you forget. They're calling to you, can't you hear them?

There's a lot of text there. But it all centers around one key concept:

Don't you remember?

This is how SCP-2316 is related to the Class of '76. The bodies in the water are part of the Class of '76. Not the Kirk Lonwood Class of '76 - instead, the Birchwood High School mentioned in the secret interview, but a Class of '76 nonetheless.

Remember the fall of '75. The year we were supposed to graduate.

And memory.

The Polaroid. It could force you to remember details about summer holidays that didn't exist. The bodies are doing the same thing. They're forcing you to remember details about their lives.

The 'cognitohazard' is simply the bodies of a dead class of young students trying to make the world remember them. And the Foundation are trying to suppress it, simply because they don't want more people to die. The hive mind has taken this as an attack on the bodies' memories, and as such has developed a loathing of the Foundation.


The Class of '76 - specifically, the Remembrance series - deals with what happens to ordinary people who are plunged into a world beyond their understanding. Lee, previously a member of SCP-322, cannot remember any details of what he went through at Kirk Lonwood, until he receives a mysterious photograph signed by his childhood sweetheart. Multiple articles are tied together by this common thread of one class having the world shift around them, including a yearbook, a marching band, and a collection of dead bodies floating in a lake.

Remembrance is an excellent example of how one item can have so much backstory, and how different perspectives can make all the difference regarding how anomalies are perceived. Initially just a marching band, it grew to be so much more.

You do not recognize the bodies in the water.


Link: The Class Of '76 + SCP-2316

Written By: BlazingTrailBlazingTrail, u/BlazingTrail42

Date Published: February 16, 2018

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