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LOG DATED: 05/11/94
AUTHOR: HOLY PYOTR
[START LOG]
Today marks the true beginning. Day 0. The launch of Raven Black. My Raven Black. They will all know my name soon enough. They will all understand the price of their… oversight. Their dismissal. Their mockery.
For too long, I, Holy Pyotr, have been forced to endure the slings and arrows of a world that doesn't understand true genius. They laughed at my theories. They scoffed at my ambition. They called me… delusional. But soon, very soon, they will see. They will all see.
Raven Black is more than just an organization; it is the vehicle of my retribution. A carefully constructed engine of change, designed to reshape the world in my image. An image of order. An image of justice. An image where I, Holy Pyotr, am finally recognised for the visionary I am.
My mental state is reported as stable. Indeed, I have never been more lucid. More focused. The weight of the world’s ignorance lifted from my shoulders. It is a clean slate, ready to be written upon in my own hand.
Here, at Raven Black HQ – a discreet, shall we say, facility just outside of [REDACTED] – the pieces are falling into place. This place… it is not much. Industrial, drab, and smelling like stale oil and despair. But it is ours. And it will serve its purpose. We have the essentials: power, communication (primitive, yes, but effective – phone lines mostly), and room to work. The Soviet-era equipment is… reliable enough. For now.
I have recruited five. Five souls who, for various reasons, have seen the light. Or at least, have seen the glint of opportunity. They are… malleable. Except for one. Dmitry Breznov.
Dmitry… ah, Dmitry is different. He is my right hand. A man of… unwavering loyalty. He understands the grand design. Or, at least, he pretends to, which is often just as useful. He is… obedient. Almost disturbingly so. He carries out my orders without question, without hesitation. He is a valuable asset. A blade sharpened to a razor’s edge. I will use him when the time is right. He will be my instrument.
My current location, Raven Black HQ, is far from ideal. It lacks the… refinement… I envision for the seat of my future empire. But it is secure. For now. The walls are thick, the windows barred. It is a fortress of sorts, shielding us from the prying eyes of the world. The industrial setting is not without its advantages. It allows us to blend in, to disappear amongst the factories and warehouses that line the outskirts of the city.
There is a family. Polish. Living just across the border. They are… interesting. A mother, a father, a fifteen-year-old daughter, and a one-year-old son. A seemingly ordinary family. But the mother… the mother works for them. The SCP Foundation.
That vile organization. The antithesis of everything I stand for. The embodiment of the ignorance and shortsightedness that plagues this world. They hoard knowledge. They suppress innovation. They conceal the truth. They will be brought down. Raven Black will see to it.
I have been observing this family for weeks. Studying their routines. Learning their weaknesses. Waiting for the opportune moment to strike. To make them an example. To show the world what happens when you stand against Raven Black.
The mother, her name is… irrelevant. She works at Site-[REDACTED], I believe. Handling… anomalies. Playing God. She thinks she is safe. She thinks she is protected. She is wrong.
Her daughter… innocent. Fifteen years old. Full of potential. A tragic waste. But necessary. Collateral damage, as they say. The father… weak. A simple man. Easily manipulated. The son… a mere infant. A pawn.
But the mother… she is the key. She possesses information. Information that I need. Information that will help me bring down the SCP Foundation.
I hate them. All of them. The scientists, the administrators, the security personnel. They are all complicit in the grand conspiracy. They are all enemies of progress. They must be eliminated.
Dmitry understands. He shares my… disdain… for the Foundation. He is eager to prove his loyalty. He is eager to serve. He is… useful.
Today is Day 0. The beginning. The countdown has begun. Raven Black will rise. And the world will tremble.
The coming days, no matter how many, are going to be decisive.
My mental state, again, remains stable. Focused. Driven. I will not falter. I will not waver. I will succeed.
The world will be mine. All mine.
[END LOG]