Shipping Container Contents

>One shipping container is actually the "apartment" of a mid-twenties freelance journalist, wired with electricity stolen from the power grid and an ethernet cable connected to your office's router.

>Another is packed with boxes of invoices from companies that don't exist, each for one hundred boxes of exactly 1000 one-inch carpentry nails.

>If the group allows the freelancer to stay, he or she maybe used as an asset by the PCs and a quest-giver by the GM.

>In one half-crumpled container full of random tag-sale grade furniture, several thousand dollars may be found taped to the inside of an old fridge's freezer compartment.

>Another yellow container is filled with pallets of phonebooks. Atop the first pallet lay an open phonebook with a collection of phone numbers circled and noted and a working rotary telephone.

>A rusty green contained has nothing else inside it but a large wooden crate of shiny chrome ball bearings.

>One strangely cold black container has had its door chained and welded shut, but the PCs can still detect a steady draft of air being drawn into it through gaps in the welds.

>A red shipping container holds three rare, vintage Harley-Davidson motorcycles in various states of disassembly. While no one bike is complete, there are enough parts between them to make one whole hog

>Wargaming models

>Sewing machines. Newer models are at the front, but they get gradually older and more primitive as you go further to the back of the container.
>A gigantic stack of money in US bills, easily in the hundreds of millions of dollars, but the shipping container has a small hole punctured in the side as if the container was shot. The bills are all mildly irradiated.
>Hundreds of virtual reality headsets from the 1990s.
>Complete parts for the construction of a single Avro Arrow, Canada's cancelled interceptor jet from the late 1950s.
>The entire shipping container is full top-to-bottom of thousands of cases of fully-assembled and ready-to-use Skorpion vz. 61 submachineguns; the shipping manifesto says they were intended for delivery to Mexico. No ammunition was included.
>A single fully-functional and astoundingly advanced cryostasis pod with enough power and materials to safely freeze someone and safely revive them after a century. It doesn't appear to be occupied, but the manifesto says it was heading to the Rothschild estate.
>Full-length swords made from modern materials and with modern designs and advances in metallurgy, complete with scabbards for urban and forest camouflage.

Just watch a few episodes of Storage wars and its million variants.

Baggage Battles is better.

>A gigantic stack of money in US bills, easily in the hundreds of millions of dollars, but the shipping container has a small hole punctured in the side as if the container was shot. The bills are all mildly irradiated.

Cayce Parker? I am KGB.

>Behind a jumble of fallen containers is one that holds the skeletal and mummified remains of four adults huddled against the doors and a mess of audio-visual equipment discarded at the far end of the container amidst a slew of low-dollar knockoff merchandise. If the PCs review the footage they find, they will learn that the remains belong to the host of a "Storage Wars" styled reality show and his camera crew that were trapped inside the container until they eventually perished. The PCs are not advised to watch the footage they find all the way to its grisly conclusion.

I thought her last name was Pollard. Either way, we're friends now.

Fresh newspapers that still smell of typographic paint... from 1953.

Thats really interesting, but where could you possibly be going with that?

A fur sink

>One whole hog

It could be just one of the party's first clues among many that the contents of these containers may not be normal, and that the company they've been stuck with was doing a whole lot more than just shipping.

PCs compare "new" paper with old one on the internet and find out that "new" has a minor difference in every article.
They discover another container with papers from another year and again minor difference.
Short story - party finds out that something is changing the past and destroy evidence by moving stuff to the future, specially - your containers.

The shipping company and freight depot were never a legitimate business, but were instead a covert, low-key repository for evidence that our timeline/reality is in an almost constant state of flux. It is only through a series of strange governmental blunders and improbable business deals that the PCs come into possession of the shell company at all.

>A Scrabble set with 100 Zs and no other letters. A sleeping cat has been drawn on the front of box with a felt tip marker.

1/3 ton of fake crab meat

He game hen becomes a four-way war between the PCs and the G-Men who need to take the place back, the Conspiracy Nuts who want to turn the place upside down to discover the Truth, and the Bargain Hunters who want to ransack the place for anything of value.

>a seemingly abandoned game of whatever system you guys are playing. On it are minis that resemble the players along with character sheets. The setting seems to be the place you guys are playing in and the one chair that doesn't have a sheet in front of it is on fire.

>Looks like crab
>Smells like crab
>Tastes like crab

>Stored in unmarked cans
>Shelf-life of 15 years, unrefrigerated
>When left out will grow a whole artificial crab

time to break the crab meat market

>random SCP

an entire container of knockoff(but still fully functional) Bondage restraints in variety of configurations.

>a container full of camping supplies
>filled container of Duct Tape, Bailing Wire, Parachute Cord, and heavy duty Carabiners
>a container of Pinatas
>a Chinese container filled with "Mall-Ninja" brand supplies for import stores 1 sword in 4 is actually well made.
>6 consecutively numbered containers of knockoff clothing from last year's fashion year
>10 containers of assorted military uniforms from different countries with accurate medals and awards
>a single container featuring a mummy sitting cross-legged in a saffron robe, a hat lays discarded in the corner
>the last shipment of Machetes from a bankrupt company on it's way to a shut down WalMart distribution center.

A quick google puts the price of a first edition of Chandler's "The Big Sleep" around £6000.

There's absolutely no way this could backfire horribly.

of course its gonna work!
who ever heard of giant enemy FAKE crabs?

•A set of 7 medical and anatomy text books -- all pre-WWI , the fly sheet identifies the owner as one "H. WEST". The books are pristine for their age with no notes or annotations.
•A dance book, published in the 1940's in remarkable condition. It is devoted to various folk dances from Western Europe.
•A paperback book: "The Cognitive Behavioral Workbook for Anxiety: A Step-by-Step Program".
•A slim handsome leather-bound journal stamped with the name "Jas. Smythe" containing a record of his travels and encounters, most of which were banal. After the investigator examines it it vanishes the moment he takes his eyes off of it, reappearing in his pocket, his vehicle, or his current residence, at the Keeper's whim. It now bears his real name and contains the true version of his travels and encounters. Attempts to destroy or discard it prove fruitless; it always reappears in his possession and remains so until his death, at which time it reurns to the Green Box to await its next owner.
•Copy of "Suffolk's Defended Shore: Coastal Fortifications from the Air" published by English Heritage. There's dozens of holiday photographs of Dunwich, UK between pages 37 and 38.
•"Sideshow Freaks" - a 1984 picturebook of black and white photos from sideshows stretching back a hundred years. Disturbing in the conventional sense, investigators with sufficient Mythos knowledge may also recognise a ghoul, a Tcho-Tcho, and a Deep One (all in carnival dress) amongst the human freaks.

>One dark green container stubbornly refuses to open and has to be broken into
>The container is forced open with a loud tearing sound and gallons and gallons of blood pour out
>Hanging from the inside of the container is tons of connected veins, tissues, and huge pulsing organs
>The organs continue to beat for nearly an hour and then stop

palinola.com/projects/lab/greenbox/

90s VR Headsets? So Virtual Boys?

>A container full of pallets of Mint copies of ET for the atari, labeled to various now out of business retail locations.

A large stack of containers that house an ENIAC type computer, if the stamps on the parts are to be believed, it was invented far before the actual ENIAC was. For added weird, it appears to be preoccupied with a rather long countdown.

>ammunition stored loose
>just bullets not even full cartridges
>completely full
There's a lot of questions raised by this. How on earth did someone manage to actually fill a container completely full of loose bullets? Did they put it on its end and pour, or did they stack the bullets individually?

I don't understand either how or why this would happen.

A container with 24 man sized wooden boxes. In each box is the mummified remains of a buddhist monk sitting uprights and cross legged.

A container mini-Astin Martin style go-carts in mint condition
An armor plated tank Built out of large bulldozer
38.75 in unmarked bills and 3 Coleman grills

>A Finnish container filled with pea soup(pic) with destination marked as Brazil, the reciver has a german last name.
>A machinists shop split between multiple containers, also hold blueprints for Suomi KP submachine gun and several unfinished ones
>One of the containers smells badly of alcohol and loud snoring can be heard from inside
>A gagle of chinese tourists pours out of one
>Unnervingly realistic set-pieces for a sci-fi film
>A long boat and a unrealisticly large fish jawbone zither

Actually at first there where just two bullits.
And they bread more bullits
After enough generations the box was full

To steal from Lord of War: most of it is chock full of potatoes. But in the back is buried several crates of assault rifles and ammunition.

This thread is gold.

>An unplugged tapletop computer and headphones of medium quality that still plays a loop of a different meme for every person on fullscreen, if studied it contains no possible way of adding a mouse and/or keyboard

Crate after crate of bagged hákarl, along with a note in Russian that roughly translates to "We are very sorry. We found the immortality formula, but being uncertain as to which bag it wound up in. Sorry Boss, but you will have to eat them all. So very, very sorry."

>A giant hermit crab using a shipping container as its shell

holy shit

A smaller shipping container. There's a smaller one inside of that one as well. Etc, etc.

- Within the smallest container is an actual set of matryoshka dolls. Within the set of dolls is a small, handwritten note in Russian that commends the PCs for their patience and rewards them with the access codes to an off-shore bank account worth upwards of a million dollars.

the smallest containing either a needle or a parchment note saying in old russian to keep the doll close so that it may keep you safe

>Within one shipping container the PCs discover a peculiar sort of super computer, cobbled together from hundreds of old PC towers and miles of network cable. At the back of the container is a makeshift desk with the access terminal, its screen showing that the supercomputer seems to be grinding through a series of incredibly intricate probability simulations.

>The door to another battered blue-grey container appears to be rusted shut, but the sounds of a wicked storm at sea can be heard inside and the container continuously leaks a steady stream of salt water.

>The interior of a garishly painted container appears to be decorated as if for a child's birthday party, complete with balloons, streamers, cake and presents. Strangely, the balloons are all still fully inflated and the cake is not only fresh, but adorned with eight lit candles.

>One tawny yellow shipping container holds an entire taxidermy bison and a display case with a Sharps Model 1874 Rifle inside, and a wooden case of ammunition for this weapon.

> One container projecting a particularly unnerving aura contains a museum's worth of ancient Mesoamerican artifacts, the life's work of one rather industrious graverobber. At the back of the container appears to be a "first draft" of the infamous Mayan Calendar Stone that bears some notable and worrying differences from the final piece.

•A gallon sized ziplock bag filled with grey powder. The bag has THERMITE written on it with sharpie
•A fist-sized 12.6 carat violet-hued ruby wrapped in a dirty cotton handkerchief. The cloth has "Remember Me, Daniel" handstitched in ugly blue felt lettering.
•A child's porcelain piggy-bank. "In Case Of Emergency: Break!" is written on the side in red sharpie. Inside is $852 in denominations of $5 and $10 bills, as well as a single two-dollar bill.
•A lump of moon rock in a hermetically-sealed jar.
•There's a trapdoor in the container's floor with half-a-dozen heavy bolts keeping it shut tight. Opening it uncovers a set of stairs leading into a basement below...
•A ouija board constructed out of newspaper clippings glued to the back of a ceral box. Seems only to communicate with a dead (though friendly) Toledo, Ohio, car mechanic named Frank, who died in 1979 and knows very little about life outside mundane Mid-West America.

>Thousands upon thousands of polaroids, all seemingly taken from directly behind the same young woman in various surroundings.

>A spinning wheel which may be used to spin gold thread from blonde hair.

>A container filled with stacks of the entire Animorphs series of YA novels, including four which were never published.

>A live miniature pony wearing a birthday hat.

>An incredibly powerful permanent magnet which has become affixed to the inside wall of one container and attached it to its neighboring container, which includes an identical magnet on the corresponding wall.

>An antique telegraph machine which does not appear to be attached to anything, but which occasionally taps out messages in an indecipherable code.

>A container entirely filled with limited edition Beanie-Babies, and a cheap Hallmark card bearing the inscription "For Amanda".

>the surroundings of a blue container seem to be deeply frosted over every morning, it contains a roughly head sized near perfectly cut polyhedral ruby.

>A freezer container with *pic* inside, the nose is keratin and both it and the spleen are according to DNA from the same creature which shares 99,9% of it with horses.

>4997 tires, all refurbished and sized for a lawnmower or small tractor.

>A container devoid of all content except for a ring binder, which contains a shipping manifest from 4 years ago. All 3 dozen containers listed in the manifest were carrying something written as "XVBB2", with no two sharing number of units per crate or net weight. The destination field is blank.

>A collection of mid-14th century Spanish swords that seem to be completely authentic, except that one of them is stamped "Made in South Africa" on one side of the blade and "1974" on the other. All blades seem to have been made with authentic, period techniques.

>A container stacked floor to ceiling with small cardboard boxes for some kind of small appliance called "The Amazing Whatchamadoodle!". None of the box blurbs explain what it is or what it does. All of the boxes are empty.

>An atmosphere controlled container marked "Snow, 1 unit". It is full of mold.

>An old Soviet off-road construction rig. It needs new spark plugs and a battery, and the crane in the back needs a new winch motor, but it is otherwise completely functional.

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>Cold. The interior of the container is always -5 C, the exterior of the container is cool to the touch regardless of the exterior temperature. Breaking the walls of the crate will release thermodynamic demons. They will repair the crate and resume cooling it.

>A series of Grey shipping containers that contain books marked as belonging to the Catholic Library of Leuven, carved amber panels, bronzes from across history. The shipping manifest lists the destination simply as "The Necropolis".

>A collection of exquisitely carved and ornately painted eggshells. Some of the eggs are disturbingly large. When some of the eggs are spun, the play of light and shadow through the carved holes seems to create three dimensional images in the center. They cannot be adequately described but create a vague sense of unease. The shells themselves appear to be significantly more durable than tool steel.

>While certain landmarks in the freight depot are always recognizable, the maze of shipping containers can sometimes shift and rearrange itself, severely disorienting the PCs.

I like where this thread is going. Too bad i never actually play this.

The contents of the container consist of a small collection of school desks all pointing towards the back of the container where a larger desk is set up in front of a old blackboard.

>An officially published, first edition, leather bound hardcopy for the somewhat popular ttrpg "Everyone is John" sitting in the middle of an otherwise empty container

>One tawny yellow shipping container holds an entire taxidermy bison and a display case with a Sharps Model 1874 Rifle inside, and a wooden case of ammunition for this weapon.

Why you gotta do this to me, user?

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I'm not sure if it's more amazing that damn near everything on earth is moved via standard metal box, or that the box is a relatively recent invention.

>a set of shipping containers meant to be combined then buried to be used as an underground bunker, the containers containing tools and instructions on how to do this

>barrels of motor oil, but one of the barrels is empty except for a stainless steel metal box stamped with a bio hazard symbol and a note saying "EXTREMELY virulent! Do not expose to air!"

>poached rhino horns

>a shipment of water chips for vault 13

>crate full of tricycles that are missing one wheel

>crate full of realdolls *male*

>crate full of shattered dreams

>a single chess board sitting atop a rickety card table
>the white king is toppled on the board
>there are thousands of chessmen from hundreds of sets scattered on the floor
>the back of the container is covered in dried blood

>Ten cassette tapes, each labeled with a genre of music. They seem to be normal mix tapes of that genre except they cannot be rewound and both sides are the same. Even if flipped they play from the exact same spot. The total play time for each tape is 6.5 weeks if left running all along. If the tape is allowed to run anyone present will wake up missing one finger and the tape will have 6.5 weeks of new music on it. No word on what happens if someone without any fingers is present for the ending of the tape.
>400 burritos that never go bad. They're not in any sort of container and have no wrapping. The ones on the ground have dirt on them, obviously. No creature will go near them. Not insects or larger animals, all of which become violent if forcibly brought near the food. The burritos have no effect on humans. If the burritos are eaten or disassembled the effect on animals is nullified. Even if a burrito is disassembled and then reassembled with the exact same ingredients the new burrito seems mundane in every way. The burritos are beef, and identical save for the amount of hot sauce within them.
>The ability to speak another language. Anyone standing within the crate finds themselves capable of understanding and speaking another language, completely incapable of speaking any language they originally knew (unless by chance the language granted by the crate is one they originally spoke, which can happen). The selection seems to be random but usually favors real languages. Other languages observed include Klingon, Tolkien's Elvish, some form of binary, and several languages that could not be identified. The subject ceases to be able to speak the language upon leaving the crate (unless they knew it originally) and subjects who reenter the crate will always speak the same language each time

>A manifest of what ISN'T in any of the crates
This one took us a while to figure out.
>It takes the form of a small tablet PC (the only thing in the crate). The on/off switch doesn't do anything and the battery meter is stuck on 54% despite the fact that we've never charged it once and we've had it for a week. We would take it apart but we don't want to risk breaking it.
>The tablet contains a numbered list of items, roughly 700 strong (though it changes at times). The number of certain items changes at times (for instance it lists a number of fruit flies which constantly changes) and new items appear or disappear from the list periodically. The list is in no particular order that we can determine.
>We figured it out when we came upon three entries:
#276: 1 (one) Cassette tape labeled "Heavy Metal" with 1.32 weeks worth of play time left
#409: 3 1/2 (three and one half) burritos, shunned by all creatures save for humans
#459: 1 (one) Human male, 27.43 years old, bearing the name of Richard [REDACTED]
>Richard is one of us, last name has been redacted from the record for safety reasons. Entry 409 was an accurate count of all burritos currently outside of the crates. It was this entry that was most useful in figuring out what the manifest did since destroying that half a burrito changed the number to 3. Removing another burrito from the crate changed it to 4 and then putting all burritos back in the crate changed it to zero. The last step was accomplished by Richard, removing his name from the list until he exited the crate again. For whatever reason the "Heavy Metal" cassette is the only one the list tracks. Experimenting with the other nine yields no results but the "Heavy Metal" cassette will always be listed if it's not in a crate (any crate within the ship yard seems to count. We haven't had a chance to experiment with other shipping crates)
>Numbers change as objects are added or removed from the list

Maybe we shouldn't be playing with this stuff. The manifest popped up an entry labeled "The woman who will murder Jason [REDACTED] (entry #397 at the time). Despite our best efforts to do something about that Jason's last name was quite common and within a couple of days of that entry being added it changed to "The woman who murdered Jason [REDACTED]" and now seems to be a permanent fixture of the list.

After the change in the entry we scoured the news and came up with a story about a recently murdered man by the same name. According to the site we found the article on the prime suspect is male and we're still on the fence about how to let the authorities know they might have the wrong person or even if we should.

I'm going to stop now since I have a splitting head ache.

Thanks to the pills we found in that yellow crate I haven't slept in about a month but if I don't take one every twenty four hours the headaches come back. I got up to thirty six hours from my last dose before I went into convulsions and had to be force fed another pill.

They don't seem to have any side effects so long as I keep taking them and I haven't felt sleepy once since I started. The only down sides seem to be that I will likely die if I quit taking the pills, My brain THROBS if I wait too long for a dose... and I amp ainfuly aware that while the stack or pills is immense in that crate, it isn't endless.

Leave Daisoujou alone, he's an easy battle anyway.

It was a kidney.

damnation! i blame lack of sleep!

>Stuffed inside an aggressively brown shipping container appear to be the contents of an entire country/western themed bar. Amidst the jumble of stools, tables and hay bales, the PCs will also find a jukebox loaded with various past and present country/western hits, plentiful bottles of spirits, some quite rare, in various states of fullness, and a mechanical riding bull with its difficulty setting stuck on "paint-mixer."

>One gaudy yellow shipping container seems to have a rat's nest of extension cords and electrical cables leading into it and many strange flashes and noises coming from inside. Further investigation will reveal that the container hides a small arcade's worth of gaming cabinets and pinball machines, all in more or less) working order. Most of these machines are classics that could fetch a pretty penny or just be great fun to play. A few the PCs have never seen before. What the hell is "Polybius," anyway?

>One drab green shipping container appears to have had air holes cut in the walls and roof, and seems to have served as a cage or trap for some sort of very large, very violent beast. Inside the container may be found a high-tech, high-powered rifle, a large number of spent brass and a mangled bush-hat with unidentifiable teeth set in the band. There is no sign of their owner, but by the time the PCs discover this, the doors have stood open and the container left empty for a long time, suggesting that whatever had been kept inside is now out and loose.

If the boxes are left undisturbed, you can hear the monks chanting together in a raspy whisper almost too soft to hear.

Russian nesting crates.

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From outside the box you can hear a quiet sobbing, and the sounds of someone shuffling around.

Inside the box is a small doll sitting on a stool.

>Inside another container comes the sounds of rapid-fire banging and clanging. Opening the doors reveal that there's some sort of localized whirlwind or poltergeist activity flinging the container's contents around willy-nilly.

>A variety of fake jewelry, both glass and plastic. Still somewhat valuable due to theater jewelry not being free. Three pieces appear to be genuine precious amber, but have precisely the same size, shape, flaws, and beetle within, suggesting high quality forgery/synthesis
>437 boxes of various Hostess baked goods. Primarily Snowballs, three cases of Twinkies. All within expiration date.
>A shipment of clothing for a defunct chain of baby clothes store
>Three unused Maytag washing machines, 2012-2014 models. Fourteen scrapped machines, can be disassembled and combined into a further six working units.
>Twenty-eight garbage bags full of loose clothing, sized XXL male, in various shades of green
>Production supplies (story boards, concept art, musical compositions, voice recordings, etc.) for a failed cartoon studio. Appears to have fallen under own weight of overambitious first project. No single aspect of work is finished, often with multiple drafts nearly done then thrown out to begin again.

>A Container filled with RRAB-3 cluster bombs each with, according to the cards, a complimentary bottle of finnish tar and vodka spirit. Dated 1940, with the reciever as Vyacheslav M.M. Moscov

>Seven hundred taxidermied squirrels. Pristine conditions, naturalistic poses, oaken stands.
>Sixteen cases of artificial log fire kits
>A large selection of Riddler merchandise, some of which appears to be mock-up prototypes never put into mass production
>Several thousand novelty jars, in eighteen varieties, with laser etched color holograms of what is labeled as "Human Soul" on the side

>Nineteen pieces of furniture made to appear as large tabletop gaming dice
>Eight mock-ups of human anatomy made with separate forms of robotic designs each
>Forty-eight sea-chests, each full of the personal belongings of a sailor from the U.S. Navy. All appear to belong to the same family, all lost their lives during the last seventeen wars with U.S. Naval involvement
>Three metric tons of freeze dried berries. One half ton of blueberry, blackberry, strawberry, elderberry, cranberry, and raspberry each
>A series of ornate scythes more fitting for decorative purposes than farm work. Accompanying promotional materials market them as weapons: well balanced, able to cut through many things impressive to cut through, and so on

A group of LARPers really splurged on their foreign-made, period exact arms and armor. Shame their purchase got lost between here and there.

>noble-garb, leathers, and chainmail armor for every member of the party. One suit of plate armor for a man and horse each.
>Swords, axes, shields, crossbows, bows, bolas, a joiusting lance, a couple ballistas, and a disassembled trebuchet.

Make sure one person fits the horse armor onto a motercycle, dons the plate and lance, and fucks shit up.

> Are you sure this is safe? I mean, these swords might hurt a little...

> Relax, we're wearing the armor, plus these things don't have an edge!

> I guess you're right. Plus I've always wanted to siege a castle. Even if it's a slapdash cargo container palace...

> That's the spirit! Now then, men. CHARGE!

And so the battle of Fort Kickass was fought valiantly by the men and women of the Happycrate shipping company.

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>The doors on one particular shipping container do not seem to open onto that container's interior, but instead open outward onto another location across the freight depot.

>A pristine, silvery-white container appears to be filled with shipments of recorders, piccolos, slide whistles and other small flutelike instruments, all manufactured by the Wilkinson Whistle Company.

>A yellow container is filled with apiarist's bee hives, and though the honey the hives produce is sure to be delicious, the bees are agitated after their long confinement.

•The wall is adorned with an eye-catching red scroll, replete with elegant flourishes and gold Traditional Chinese calligraphy. It reads: "Lord of Magnificent Beard"
•A Grundig GS350DL portable AM/FM/shortwave radio.
•3 shovels and 2 picks.
•Three-pound sledgehammer - the words "The Tickler" are crudely etched into one side.
•Beretta M9 9mm pistol, 3 15 round magazines, UM82 holster, pistol belt and dual magazine pouch in a gym bag with two boxes ( 100 rounds ) of 9mm FMJ ammunition. A trace of the pistol's serial number indicates it was sold to the New York State National Guard ( 42nd infantry division ).
•Collection of confidential reports submitted between January 1963 and December 1990 to various Avation Safety Boards in the US, Canada, UK and Denmark. A handwritten note reads: "recommend pull files March 2000, DBR" The reports are of unusual observations made by pliots of transatlantic flights while crossing the ice over northern Canada and Greenland. Most of the reports describe patterns of lights seen on the ground. (These are the four countries which control the most northerly transatlantic crossings, Greenland falling under Danish control for much of the period.)
•"Book of Humble Prayers" - a thin black booklet seemingly of children's prayers, circa 1850. However, the children depicted in the line art drawings seem to have a disturbing otherworldly look, with knowing eyes and leering faces. Reciting the prayers leads to unpleasant dreams of eating human flesh and scrabbling through black earth (possible SAN loss on those of faith).
•A ouija board constructed out of newspaper clippings glued to the back of a ceral box. Seems only to communicate with a dead (though friendly) Toledo, Ohio, car mechanic named Frank, who died in 1979 and knows very little about life outside mundane Mid-West America.

•A cardboard box full of 20 cheap Chinese plastic masks with rubber bands. They appear to be some Power Rangers knock off.
•A Nikon D90 Digital Camera with an empty 32GB memory card.
•A black money-belt containing ten Krugerrand gold coins worth approximately $400 each.
•A pair of snow-shoes.
•A beat-up leather wallet containing $500 in small, worn bills.
•1 space pen and pad of Rite in the Rain All-Weather writing paper
•A large-ish leatherette zippercase. Opening the case reveals a complete set of dissecting instruments, of the sort that a medical school student would use in class. The instruments look used but are also well maintained (i.e., blades were recently replaced and are new, probes have been honed, et al.)
•A plastic bag containing the broken, burned and acid-pitted remains of a 10' wooden pole.
•A museum display case, 4'x2'x1', with a broken pane of glass in front. Inside are four dream-catchers, each with multi-colored feathers. Each dream-catcher has a plaque in the case listing the origins (Bayou country, Louisiana) and the dates of creation (1926-39). A fifth dream-catcher is clearly missing.
•3 sets of cast iron manacles (ankle, wrist, and neck) - these are quite old and rusty. There are layers upon layers of blood and old skin on the inside of all of them.
•A wicker picnic hamper containing a mummified civet cat.
•A Yithian lightning gun - made from landfill electronics junk.

>Various smaller boxes, apparently meant to be shipped on a ship called the UES Contact Light. Players are filled with an inexplicable urge to use these items for combat, even the biohazardous ones.