Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The town of Valley, Nebraska has been administered Class-D amnestics and all objects associated with SCP-XXXX-1 have been confiscated. Personnel reading this file or other documents concerning SCP-XXXX-1 are required to take Class-B amnestics immediately after reading.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an infohazardous anomaly centered around the life of Zachary Hopkins (SCP-XXXX-1), a retired factory worker from Valley, Nebraska who committed suicide in 1996.
Personnel who become aware of the details of SCP-XXXX-1's life to an extensive degree (hereby referred to as SCP-XXXX-2 instances) develop a strong belief in negative existential nihilism, believing that their life, and life in general, is without any purpose whatsoever. The details of SCP-XXXX appear to vary in strength from each particular instance. Instances are either unwilling or unable to change their viewpoints and will refuse to cooperate with counselling.
Addendum: The following document, recovered from the City of Valley Police Department is believed to be SCP-XXXX-1's suicide note.
Fuck this house fuck this town fuck my life.
Is this seriously it? Grew up in this shitty town went to school here, haven't even so much as stepped out of the state for god's sake.
It's just tiring. You wake up, go to work, come back home to an empty house go to sleep and repeat the whole thing over. Then you do that for fifty years until you die.
Everyone likes to pretend that you matter. Your life's important and people care about you. Just a load of bullshit, not like kevin or tom or anyone I know keeps in touch with me. If I just disappeared tomorrow, no one would notice till the power gets shut off.
Not that it matters anymore. Got like two months at best before the liver gives out. Doctor said it's not gonna be pretty. So that's why I've got that pistol I bought a while ago.
It's kinda funny when you think about it. Spent my whole life in this twon (sic) and I haven't done anything beyond filling up a spot on an assembly life. Blowing my fucking brains out is probably gonna be the only noteworthy thing I've done.
Whoever ends up reading this, this is Zachary Hopkins. Hope you found my life somewhat interesting but i doubt it.