Allow me to set the scene:
You're in a Yellow King taxi, hurtling down the Destiny Road. A scratchy version of "Yellow Dog Blues" blares through the Rollarite's single speaker, sounding more like an episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog than some easy listening. The cabby is a sideburned chap with a yellow cap, sipping at a Sweet Victory. He asks if you're a Steele man. Sweating, you say yes. He gives a ginger casual salute in the rear view mirror. Reaching back to you, he offers you a smoke of some sort labelled "Firebreather." You reluctantly take it and raise it to your lips.
"Gotta light?" you question him, still trying to comprehend where you are but also trying not to act nervous.
"Sure, fella. Here you goes," he says, tossing a metal lighter back to you. "I want that right back! Important memento."
You turn the lighter over and see an inscription. "To Dad. Love, John."
"My boy got killed by Neuties last year. It was his last gift to me," he says in a somber tone. At that, you light your cigarette and pass the lighter back. "May he rest in peace. Say, here's your stop, sir!" he points to a dingy looking motel on the side of the road.
You take your briefcase and thank and pay the driver. The money looks funny. Is that fucking Joe Stalin? Republican Union? What's a Republican Union? You turn to face the motel as the driver speeds off.
"Daygone Inn," reads the orange mermaid sign. "Complimentary New England-style Breakfast." You can smell the rotting tuna sandwiches from here. Before you go in, you desperately try to think of why you are here. Who you even are. You decide to sit on the pavement and open the briefcase for a clue. You open it up and there is a metal box of some kind inside. On it is a single nameplate badge and an official-looking seal.
"Crosstime Anomalous Activities Unit,
SCP Foundation."
"Oh," you murmur softly, your memories flooding back. "Yeah, that. Well, the O5 is going to get an interesting report this trip. This looks even worse than that universe where Germany won WWI."
BTW, that cab in the picture has HPL's birthday as a serial. Dammit I love useless references. Years of reading "easter egg" articles about games and movies have taught me where to put them. lol