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Water Sloshed in The Chalice of His Skull (Including The Return of The March To Salvation)

by Mcsplosion

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Standalone track inspired by the SCP Foundation Article "SCP-3300" by Rumetzen

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Lyrics taken directly from "SCP-3300"

Mike shot himself. And we’re a lot more fucked than I first thought. For a while, I was still holding onto the idea of survival. That there was some sort of exit to whatever fucked up situation we’d found ourselves in. There isn’t. I don’t think there ever was. This is the only ending I could have hoped for.

But if I keep thinking about that I’m going to go fucking insane so. Mike. He’s dead. We were on shift together when he got up and said he’d be back in a minute. Figured he was just going to the bathroom, until I heard the gunshot.

I got there about twenty seconds before Sam and Isabel. His body was slumped against a wall, shotgun barrel stuck in his mouth. There was no blood, and I thought he’d missed or accidentally discharged it until I saw the hole in the back of his skull. Then I realized there was something splattered on the wall behind him, but it wasn’t blood. It was water.

Isabel screamed when she saw the body. I heard her gasping and ignored her. Sam knelt next to me, close enough that I could feel her trembling. For a moment, the only noise was her ragged breathing and Isabel's whimpers. Then Sam reached out and ran her fingers along the rim of Mike’s skull. She drew them back, stared. A small noise rose from the back of her throat. Her fingertips were coated in water.

Before I could react she thrust more fingers into the wound. Water ran down her hands as she dug through what should have been his brain. Water sloshed in the chalice of his skull. When we lowered his body to rest on the floor it was water that pooled on the wood.

In my dream I am the storm, and I am screaming. The wind whips at me like razors raking through my body. The frozen rain bites at my skin. Except I don't have a body, I don't have skin. The wind is a part of me. The rain is from me. Every second I rip myself apart and reform, rip and reshape, until I am scattered over miles of storm. Trapped in the roil. Around me, I hear the screams of my village. I feel their presence against mine, just as much a part of the storm as I. We fight, struggle, but the storm cannot be broken. It hurtles over the land, dragging us in its wake. And then I am falling, rushing to meet the ground. For a moment the Earth embraces me. I remember what it felt like to feel the dirt beneath my feet and the sun on my skin and the crisp air in my lungs. Until the storm steals me again, and I am pulled back into the screams of my comrades.

I don’t want to go back.

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released June 3, 2022
Rumetzen - Inspiration, Plundered Lyrics
Marian McSplosion - Composition, Vocals, Guitar, Mellotron, Other Synths, Electric Piano, Drum Programming, Bass Programming, Production

Artwork Uses assets generated using Dall-E Mini and other Diffusion Models

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Mcsplosion Elgin, Texas

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I was originally planning to do primarily prog rock but now it's whatever I feel like.

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