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Registered Phenomena Code: XXX
Object Class: Beta-Red
Hazard Types: Extra-Dimensional Hazard, Cognitohazard, Ontological Hazard
Containment Protocols: A 15 Km area surrounding RPC-XXX is to be blocked off and restricted to all non-authorized personnel. All major and minor trenches affected by RPC-XXX are to be guarded by ATF units with constant patrol.
Description: RPC-XXX is the designation assigned to a 5 Km stretch of land located in Veddune, France. From 1914 to 1918, RPC-XXX was considered to be no-man's land during the struggle between Great Britain and Germany. Currently, RPC-XXX is seen to be a desolate, grey area comprised of barded wire, wooden stokes and is blocked off on both sides by unoccupied trenches spanning from 10 yards to 2 Km in length. Trenches spanning more than 1 Km contain various nationalistic and patriotic items relative to their country of occupation. It is unknown whether the items were left by soldiers residing in the trenches or if they were a byproduct of RPC-XXX's properties.
RPC-XXX's anomalous properties stem from a Class-V wormhole existing directly between the two major trenches on either side. Visualization of RPC-XXX requires either infared or UV spectroscopy. The overall temperature, absorbance and radioactive output can be measured to directly pinpoint the reach of RPC-XXX. Alongside the variations in external conditions, a pungent scent of sulfur and charcoal is found. When non-human organic material is passed through RPC-XXX, it will return after a varying amount of time on the opposite end severly decomposed and erradiated. Times in which the object remains within RPC-XXX depend on the size and nature. Smaller, bacterial agents remain for an average of 3 seconds, plant material remains from 5 seconds to 7 minutes depending on the size and animal matter (living and deceased) remain between 10 minutes and 4 days.
When humans are sent through the epicenter of RPC-XXX, they remain for an indefinite amount of time ranging anywhere from 30 days to 4 years. The following factors have been seen to increase the total time in which a human subject remain within RPC-XXX:
- Above average firearms and weaponry aptitude.
- Prior military experience.
- Decreased vulnerability to immersion foot syndromes.
- Decreased sensory response to harsh stimuli which would normally result in traumatic stress disorders.
- Decreased belief in any theological system of faith.
Once a human subject is seen to return from RPC-XXX, hereby refered to as RPC-XXX-1, they are seen to exhbit severe symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as well as a multitude of internal diseases such as pyrexia and lung poisoning stemming from gaseous exposure. Subjects under the effects of RPC-XXX which have not expired from internal diseases have a strong tendency to commit suicide one week following their return, with the most common method being hanging, followed by self-inflicted gunshot wounds. Prior to the one week mark, subjects were seen to exhibit extreme psychosis as well as hallucinations of their experience within RPC-XXX.
Discovery: RPC-XXX was discovered on November 15th, 1918, following the conclusion of World War I. Soliders sent to assess the casulties and retreive the deceased were seen to have "disappeared into thin air" while walking through no mans land. Upon their arrival, they were apprehended by Authority personnel and taken into questioning. The area was subsequently closed off and all non-Authority personnel were amnesticized. All apprehended personnel were incoherent and mentally unstable up until their expiration save for Private [REDACTED].
Addendum.1: Recordings
Subject: Private [REDACTED] (RPC-XXX-1)
Interviewer: Head Researcher Seidman (HR-S)
Dr. Seidman is heard entering the room. RPC-XXX-1 is heard to struggle while under restraints and mumble incoherantly.
HR-S: Nurse, can we administer the subject with 100 mg Chloral hydrate please?
RPC-XXX-1 stops struggling within his restraints and begins to speak normally.
HR-S: Private [REDACTED], 8th regiment, served under Commander Lawrence, is all this correct?
RPC-XXX-1: Unfortunately, yes.
HR-S: Our records show you were ordered to retrieve the deceased over No-Man's land before you encountered XXX, care to elaborate on the events leading up to this?
RPC-XXX-1: It was three others and myself, we were told to go pick up any one we could recognize. Most bodies were either blown to bits or half-eaten by the ravens and crows. The ones we could recognize could barely fill a coffin. We had to put them in child-sized coffins cause there wasn't anything left of them.
HR-S: Would you say you noticed anything unusual in the evironment or surroudings?
RPC-XXX-1: Aside from the stench of chlorine dissolving any exposed skin, nothing we hadn't seen for the past 4 years.
HR-S: What do you remember immediatly before you were exposed to RPC-XXX?
RPC-XXX-1: I remember going to pick up one of ours, this brit from the 15th regiment. No idea what he was doing out here but we picked him up and put him in one of the boxes. After that I remember tripping on a piece of barbed wire and tumbling down into a puddle and going unconcious.
HR-S: What happened next?
RPC-XXX-1: I woke up and felt this sour, stinging scent in my nose and around my mouth. When my eyes finally adjusted to where I was, I couldn't believe it at first. The sky was tinted slightly red and bullets went flying by my head. I was in the same puddle as when I fell down but it was almost like I was back.
HR-S: Did any of the others come and look for you?
RPC-XXX-1: Yes, they told me they came down looking for me and wound up in the same place. At first I thought I had died and this was Hell, but it felt too familiar. It felt too real.
At this point, RPC-XXX-1 began to exhbit signs of severe panic and subsequent questioning was post-poned.
HR-S: I think that's all for today, thank you, Private.
Subject: Private [REDACTED] (RPC-XXX-1)
Interviewer: Head Researcher Seidman (HR-S)
Non-pertinent recordings have been removed.
HR-S: Good morning, Private [REDACTED]. I hope you have adjusted well to our facility. How are you feeling?
RPC-XXX-1: Living the dream, doctor.
HR-S: Very good, lets start with what we left off with last time. You fell into the puddle and wound up in RPC-XXX, what happened next?
RPC-XXX-1: I thought I died. The sky had this red tint, and the air felt sour, like acid. Then the rest of the clean-up crew fell down. They all thought they had died until Danvers, one of the other privates, stood up. Soon as he got up, a bullet flew straight through his forehead. No scream, no gasp, only the clang of bullet hitting his helmet. He fell infront of me, two cold eyes staring right through me, then disappeared.
HR-S: Please, continue.
RPC-XXX-1: We tried to crawl back to the British trench. It was only 50 feet away but it felt like an eternity. We felt the heat of the bullets and fire on the back of our necks the entire time. Murphy, one of the soldiers from Ireland, got caught on barbedwire 20 feet from the trench. Shot his brains out since he thought it would be better than getting killed by a Frank.
HR-S: Did any of the soldiers who fell with you survive?
RPC-XXX-1: Only one, Private Jonah Smith. Him and I made it to the British trench. Two days later, his face and chest were covered in warts and blisters. We though he died from gas on the battlefield. Some of the other soldiers tried to carry him up and bury him. When they picked him up, there was so much gas coming out. Every single hole on his body, spewing toxic chlorine gas. Everyone who went to go bury him died right then and there. Thing is, Smith was alive until he suffocated from the room filling up with that same gas.
HR-S: I see. Thank you Private. We can continue later. Try and get some rest.
Subject: Private [REDACTED] (RPC-XXX-1)
Interviewer: Head Researcher Seidman (HR-S)
Non-pertinent recordings have been removed.
HR-S: Private, Good afternoon. I hope you are well rested! How are you feeling?
RPC-XXX-1: Inaudible
HR-S: Could you speak up please, Private?
RPC-XXX-1: Fine, doctor. I'm feeling fine. How should a person who had to relive the Great War twice feel?
HR-S: Very well then. I want to finish your story today. After you got to the trench, what happened?
RPC-XXX-1: Like I said, I was the only one who actually survived. Everyone else vanished by the time we found out they died.
HR-S: How did the other soldiers act? Were they the same as during the war?
RPC-XXX-1: No, it was almost like they weren't there. Just going through the motions. Like I was the only one actually thinking. Everytime I went to go talk to another soldier or officer, they gave me the same blank phrase, "We have our orders, take it up with the general." I don't even think the general existed, and if he did, he sure as shit wasn't coming down to the trenches.
HR-S: How did this make you feel? Being the only one who had can think independently must have taken a toll on your mental state.
RPC-XXX-1: I became numb after a week or so. I think I tried talking to at least everyone in my regiment, and after that, I gave up. Eventually I just charged into battle and hoped a stray bullet would take me out. Three bullets, each one hitting, but there I was, still breathing the same putrid air as everyone else. That's when I knew it was my own personal hell.
HR-S: How did you end up escaping? Were you discharged or succumb to a fatal wound?
RPC-XXX-1: I wish I had the same fate as the others. They were the lucky ones to have died so quick. I ended up surviving the war and getting discharged. I fell asleep and next thing I knew I was back in the same puddle as when I fell in. Guess those of us who survive the war a second time get out fine.
HR-S: Did you still think you were in, how you said it, your own personal hell when you got out?
RPC-XXX-1: Yes. I still think it is. I see those faces, those blank, emotionless faces when I close my eyes. I see the blood-tinted sky and feel the chlorine gas burning my skin as I sleep. I can hear the bullets whizzing by, three inches away from sweet release, but it never comes. I still see their faces. The three other soldiers who were with me. I still see them everywhere. Watching me in the corner of the room, taunting me for being alive. Mocking me for staying alive.
HR-S: Thank you, Private. I think I have all I need.
RPC-XXX-1: There's a reason why they say only the dead see the end of war, Doctor.
HR-S: Nurse, please administer XXX-1 with 5000 mg Chloral Hydrate and shut off the lights.
RPC-XXX-1 is heard to cough and hack up large amounts of blood and mucous. 10 minutes following the nurse's departure, RPC-XXX-1 was heard hanging himself. Immediatly following RPC-XXX-1's hanging, Authority personnel were heard to storm in and shut off recording.
Addendum.2: Incident Report - 11.23.1918
To whom it may concern,
The following incident report is in regards to the incident concerning RPC-XXX, and subsequently RPC-XXX-1 which occured on 11.23. Following the scheduled questioning, the subject was administered 50 mg Chloral Hydrate. For those who don't know what chloral hydrate is, it is a highly effective sedative used to sedate patients. When given in small dosages, it can act as a relaxing-agent, making them more affable and personable.
I had given the subject small doses of chloral hydrate at the start of our sessions in order to get better responses. Following all the questioning I had, I had given the subject a large dose in order to effectively sedate them with the hope in a peaceful death. This was done with careful consideration of the other options the subject had, either asphyxiation from poisoning, be it lead or chlorine based, or from one of the fast-growing cancers the subject was ailed with. I was under no impression that they would be able to withstand such a potent dose, and further more have the energy or will power to commit suicide.
Upon our investigation after hearing a large commotion within the questioning area, we were unable to locate the body of Private [REDACTED], better known as RPC-XXX-1. The only remains were the noose made from his straight jacket, and blood which he had coughed up. We analyzed the blood to see if there was anything besides the large dose of chloral hydrate. We found 20% of his blood to be made up of sulfur-based compounds. For reference, the normal percent mass of sulfur in the human body is 0.3%.
The current hypothesis is that he suffered the same fate as the other three soldiers who ventured into RPC-XXX with him. We do not know where they are or how they got there, but for the sake of those unfortunate enough in finding XXX, I hope they're at peace.