255

SCP-255 is an antique smoking pipe, carved in the form of a woman in an ornate headdress. The pipe is known to have originated from India, where it was used by British officers. It was carved from a Rhinocerous horn.

When a human subject inhales any substance which does not contain the chemical THC, their phsychological state will be anomalously affected. Subjects will become extremely confused and disoriented, and will show very little patience for anything, regardless of their previous temprament.

Testing has shown that when smoking SCP-255, several portions of the brain known to be affected by THC begin showing rapid activity, and will begin to severely alter the users mood if the compound is not ingested.

When smoking materials which do contain THC, subjects will report feelings of extreme euphoria



Addendum: On 09/18/1995, SCP-255 was noted to produce a voice to testing researchers.



You guys really need to stop with the tobacco shit. I'm getting up to here with it.

Can you elaborate?


No, actually, can you? I've just been trying to, y'know, make people happy with me, get some offerings maybe, but no, fuck me, right? You just keep testing dudes on me.

We were not aware of your feelings.

How do you figure?

You didn't talk to us.

... Oh, wait, you don't know who I am? Oh, my bad, mea culpa.

Can you elaboarate as to your identity?

Sure, sure. I am the one, only, Johnathen P. Gonzalez, the chairman of cannabis! The Tsar of toking! President of snoopsylvania!

Are you claiming to be a deity in control of cannabis?

You bet your life.

Then, perhaps you can explain the, uh, numerous incidents connected with your... vessel?

Oh, man. Are people sore about those? Because I am super sorry about the cow thing. I swear, that one was not even a result  of something I did. I was just there.

We are not blaming you?

RIght? Rock on.

But we do require more information.

Oh... well, for the London one, my buddy Blaskowitz was telling me that I couldn't knock a guy's hat off with an ember, and I said I could... things got a little out of hand. But it's just getting out of hand. Y'know? I don't try to burn stuff. Just happens to turn out that way.