"One would assume greed to be what drives the rich. In a way, you would be correct, however, I believe their true sin to be pride. Their need to surround themselves with people who agree with them, how they flaunt their wealth to their peers and subordinates, and even the way they dress. They just want to think they're better, they need to think they're better.

I'm James, by the way. I'm in high school, was born to a wealthy family, and have grown to hate just about everyone around me. There's not much else to say about me.

Currently, I'm at a party, not the kind of party you're probably thinking of. Think of boring social events, like galas and fund raisers, but with… an interesting twist.

The party I'm at is hosted by the APAS, an organization I don't know much about. What I do know is that they've purchased various compounds across the world to house strange things. Anomalies are what they call them. They're the only thing keeping me from dying of boredom here."

"James, where are you? Get over here right now!"

I sighed.

"That would be my mother. A nasty woman whom I've hated for as long as I can remember. She's about as compassionate as a tree trunk and has a tendency to be as cruel as possible. Anyways, I should be going."

I glanced at my reflection in the bathroom mirror a final time. Then I took a deep breath, put on a fake smile, and opened the door.

7:00 PM

"And just where have you been?"

"The bathroom, mother."

"Doing what, exactly?"

"Using the bathroom, mother."


She squinted her eyes at me.

"Fine, I believe you. Just make sure you don't sneak off like last time, I'm getting rather tired of having to punish you."

"Yes, mother. I won't wander off again, mother."

"Okay, run along now, but stay down here, and make sure to be back here at nine for the auction."

"I will, mother."

And with that, I was released from her clutches. I ran about the large ballroom for a while, taking in the scenery. There were large, ornate flower arrangements, a table filled with something I'd hesitate to call food, and a huge champagne fountain, which I wasn't allowed near. There were also servants scattered around the place, I noticed that a few were actually anomalies themselves. I saw a pumpkin with a body made from vines delivering drinks, a ghost carrying a platter of hors d'oeuvres, and a man in goggles taking people's coats.

I wasn't quite sure how to feel about the living anomalies. Most are kept downstairs in cells because they're too dangerous, and the rest are up here working for us. They're basically prisoners, or even worse, slaves. Either way, the APAS sees them as less than people, and have no problem with mistreating them.

I had gotten bored of the main ballroom, so I decided I should go… elsewhere. The upstairs would be too hard to sneak into, since they added more security after I got in there last time. This meant I'd have to find another target.

7:20 PM

For some context, I've always tried to get where I'm not allowed here. I've been in the kitchen, the shed out back, and even the upper level. The upper level I had been trying to get to for years, and I managed to succeed last time I was here. It's where all the big shot mob bosses and some other folk go to do "adult things." My time up there was short lived though, I was caught pretty quickly.

But that's enough about my old accomplishments, let's discuss my new goal. I'll try for downstairs this time, where they keep the anomalies. It's somewhat accessible, I can go through the door and down the stairs, but there's a gate and a guard after a left turn. It's also quite damp down here, and the walls are made of concrete. Currently, I'm behind the corner waiting for something to happen.

The guard's radio suddenly came on.

"Hey, Jeffries?"

He picked up his radio, "What?"

"Now, remember when I said I had memorized the guard time shifts?"


"C'mon man, I don't want to get yelled at again, please?"

"Fine, but you better not forget next time. We switch at 8:00, then at 12:00."

"Alright, thanks man!"

The guard sighed.

These guys didn't strike me as professionals. Spouting off vital information like that has got to be against the rules, or frowned upon at least. Anyways, it appears I've got some time to kill.

7:40 PM

I'm in the garden out back. It's almost the best thing here, second to the anomalies. There are lanterns everywhere that cover the area in a deep red, and candles everywhere that give it a warm feeling. There's also curtains strung up that go over the walkways, some nice woodwork pieces, and the flowers themselves are beautiful.


Anomalous Phenomena Acquisition Society (APAS): T-02


Overview: The APAS is a non-profit group dedicated to the collection of anomalies for entertainment purposes. The members of the APAS are those who are considered to be in the highest level of society. Going into specifics, many of their members fall into one of these categories: celebrity, CEO, kingpin, or politician. As for their relationship to the Authority, they have managed to raid several of our sites and transports, stealing RPCs in the process. These attacks are carried out by paid mercenaries (usually veterans and ex-cons) who are fed information from an unknown source. How this information is leaked is also unknown.


The Philosopher Device


Item #: RPC-XXX

Object Class: Alpha

Containment Procedures: RPC-XXX is to be housed at Site-88 in a locked containment chamber of 10m x 15m x 5m. No personnel higher than level 3 are permitted to enter the cell under any circumstances. Researchers and guards assigned to RPC-XXX are to be rotated out every 2 weeks, and given psychiatric evaluations.

Instances of RPC-XXX-2 are to be taken off RPC-XXX, and given a vacation week to recover.

Description: RPC-XXX is a alchemy based machine produced sometime during 174█. RPC-XXX is composed of beakers, flasks, and primitive versions of modern chemistry equipment1 laid out in a circular fashion on various tables. Most of the technology RPC-XXX is composed of was not available in the 18th century.

In the middle of RPC-XXX is a slab of stone with engravings on it, this is the primary input. To the left of the stone is a crushing mechanism meant for hard materials, this is the secondary input. The output is located at the back of the slab.

The purpose of RPC-XXX is to create gold through a chemical process, which the exact science of is unknown. The secondary input is reserved for lead, which is crushed manually in the mechanism, then placed into a beaker filled with water. The primary input is 1 live human(now referred to as RPC-XXX-1), which is to be placed on the slab, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. The beaker with lead and water is to then be [DATA EXPUNGED]. The contents of the beaker are then funneled into the rest of RPC-XXX, until the gold is produced.

Additionally, prolonged exposure to RPC-XXX makes individuals experience a strong desire to be put into RPC-XXX, and are now referred to as RPC-XXX-2. RPC-XXX-2 instances become increasingly more obsessed with RPC-XXX the more they are in contact with it.


Registered Phenomena Code: 563

Object Class: Beta-Orange

Hazards: Extreme Temperatures Hazard, Ideological Hazard, Sapient Hazard, Aggression Hazard

Containment Protocols: RPC-563's perimeter is to be maintained at all times. Assigned personnel are to check RPC-563 with thermal binoculars hourly for signs of activity. In the event RPC-563-2 is present, the site administrator is to be immediately notified.

Only teams of 5 people or less may be sent into RPC-563 at once. Due to high fatality rates, these teams are to be comprised only of D-Class or low risk personnel. The equipment to be supplied per person includes: 1 lighter, 1 set of matches, 3 food rations, 1 water canteen, and a heavy winter outfit. Additional items can be assigned if necessary.

Any letters for RPC-563-1 are to be reviewed by a Level 4 official before delivery. This also applies to any received letters from RPC-563-1.

Description: RPC-563 is an area with a circular radius of approximately 2,000 km located in Antarctica. Below are all of the the currently known anomalous properties inside of RPC-563.

  • The average temperature within RPC-563 is -105°C2, deviating heavily from the surrounding area's temperature (-49°C).
  • Most technology (including non-electronics) invented during or after the 17th century are rendered inoperative once inside RPC-563. This includes firearms, recording devices, cameras, heaters, etc.
  • The plant life inside of RPC-563 consists of multiple pine tree and shrub species not native to Antarctica. This flora creates a large, dense forest encompassing most of RPC-563.

Two known entities are present inside RPC-563, which are referred to as RPC-563-1 and RPC-563-2.

RPC-563-1 are multiple sapient humanoid entities that are dressed in colonial era clothing3. A community of RPC-563-1 are located in a settlement roughly 5km from the northern edge of RPC-563. The area around this settlement is warm and humid with a high concentration of vegetation occupying it, contrasting with the rest of RPC-563. Several experiments have shown that RPC-563-1 refuse to leave RPC-563, even when threatened/bribed.

RPC-563-2 is an entity with an undocumented appearance that possesses telepathic abilities4. It is presumed that it uses this ability in order to subdue prey for consumption5. All major expeditions (6 or more personnel) into RPC-563 have been halted due to interference from RPC-563-2. However, RPC-563-2 is much less likely to interfere with small operations (1 to 5 personnel). See document 563-B for details.

Addendum 563-A: RPC-563-1-12 Interview

Addendum 563-B: RPC-563-2 Experiment Log

Addendum 563-C: Recovered Journal

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