The SCP foundation's sole purpose is to contain 'anomalies' that pose a threat to humanity. This is a tale of an SCP-fanatic with little to no knowledge of the Nasuverse thrust into Nasuverse (in ancient times of the dinosaurs). What can possibly go wrong?

The end was all but a single moment. The Human Incineration Order was enacted and humanity's light was snuffed out. This is the tale of a single Chaldean staff, as he journeys through the Grand Order. Is there more to what he seems to be though? After all, dealing with anomalies is nothing new to him, and the end of the world? Happened too many times to count...

"Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party. Because I would not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me. Red Sky in the Morning, Sailor take warning." Vaduk. Kifenn, Hezhum. Ba. Ner. Usheq. Xokib.

The Grail is a complex creation. It holds many secrets. Its power is great. The Foundation holds the Grail. It hosts the War. A wish is promised. There is hope for a better future. There is hope for your wishes to be granted. All rush to this magnificent creation. A work of Magic. But know of this. Be careful what you set your heart upon - for it will surely be yours.