[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
Also, | have 15 rows per page. Feel free to 
mess with the code. 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
| have comments in the code that should help. 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[/table]] 
[[/cell]] 
[!-- End Page 1--] 
[!-- So, the "book" is 1 table, and each "page" is a table 
that is inside the "book" table. Hope that makes 
sense...--] 
[!-- Begin Page 2--] 
[[cell style="border: 2px solid black"]] 
[[table]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
@@ @@ 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
The following section is how you add an image 
(this can be tricky): 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[!--Add image--] 
[!--Now here is where we begin to add an image. You 
can just copy this whole block and drop it wherever you 
want. Remember, you have to delete 5 rows to make up 
for the space this will take up. Also, if you want to 
change the image size, you will probably have to mess 
with how many rows it will take. --] 
[!--This part is extra tricky, because now we need to nest 
in two more tables. 1 table will contain the text, and the 
other table will contain the image. Note the "style" tags 


that are on a bunch of stuff here. That is so everything 
will still line up with the outer tables. --] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="margin:0; padding:0; height:100%; 
border-spacing:0px;"]] 
[[table style="margin:0; padding:0; height:100%; 
border-spacing:0px;"]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="margin:0; padding:0; 
height:100%; border-spacing:0px;"]] 
[[table style="margin:0; padding:0; 
height:100%; border-spacing:0px;"]] [!-- Text table --] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
You have to nest tables in order to 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
keep the text right. Again, you may 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
have to play with lengths a bit to get 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
it right. I've found that an image of 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
height = 100px is 5 rows of text. 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[Aable]] [!-- End text table --] 
[[/cell]] 
[[cell style="margin:0; padding:0; 


¢ Aplastic zip-top bag containing three (3) chocolate chip 
cookies, measuring approximately 9cm in diameter. Testing 
shows no abnormalities or traces of DNA 

* A3" x 5" note card reading "Be a good boy today!" Ink is black 
and handwriting is consistent in style with the "Eric" written on 
SCP-683-3's exterior 


Following testing, all instances of SCP-683-3 have been incinerated 
with no unusual effects. 


SCP-683-2 cannot be removed from SCP-683-1, and all attempts to 
do so have resulted in the activation of SCP-683's unusual 
properties. Without any attempt to remove it, SCP-683-2 has been 
set alight and incinerated via a simple match on three (3) occasions, 
but has returned to the surface of SCP-683-1 within sixty-eight (68) 
hours each time. Despite expectations, D-Class personnel who 
performed the incinerations were unaffected by SCP-683. 


If multiple subjects disparage or attempt to remove SCP-683-2 at 

one time, only the first subject to do so experiences its effects. No 
further subjects can be affected until production of an instance of 

SCP-683-3. 


Subjects who fast following removal attempts or disparaging of 
SCP-683-2 are unaffected until they attempt to ingest food. To date, 
two (2) subjects have starved themselves to death without suffering 
any effect from SCP-683. Subjects fed intravenously following 
removal attempts or disparaging of SCP-683-2 have been affected 
as if they were consuming solid foods. 


Discovery: SCP-683 was discovered in a storage unit adjacent to 
the home of one Yolanda of , Washington. A 
collector of vintage refrigerators and furnishings, Miss claims 
to have simply found SCP-683 unattended on a street corner in late 
July, 19 . Her nephew, who reportedly helped her move the item, 
died two weeks following the move (C.O.D. on cert listed as 
complications from hernia). The item was brought to the 
Foundation's attention when an appraiser occasionally under 
contract with the Foundation (through front agency Sentiments of 
Centuries Past Ltd.) became a victim of SCP-683's effects while 
evaluating Miss 's "find". 


height:100%;"]] 
[[table style="margin:0; padding:0; 
height:100%; border-spacing:0px;"] [!-- Image table --] 
[[row]] 
[[cell]] 
[[image scp-blank.png width="125px" 
height="100px"]] 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[Aable]] [!-- End image table --] 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[/table]] 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[!-- End Add Image--] 
[!-- Now we return to the regular syntax for the rest of the 
table --] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
@@ @@ 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
In the page source, | have comments indicating 
where 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
certain blocks are. You should just be able to 
copy and 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
paste. Then, all you have to do is add the text, 
making sure 
[[/cell]] 


[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
that everything lines up properly. 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
@@ @@ 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
For a blank row, or to add spacing, just use the 
"At Symbol" [!--Yes, | know this isn't actually the source 
for the at symbols, but nesting those things is a mess, so 
yeah. If you really want to know, check the page 
source--] 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[row]] 
[[cell style="border: 1px solid silver"]] 
Text inside the "At Symbol" symbol is taken 
literally. 
[[/cell]] 
[[/row]] 
[[/table]] 
[[/cell]] [!-- End Page 2--] 
[[/row]] 
[[/table]] 
[[/div]] 


Part IV: Our Nobody 


Due to the reasoning I've already mentioned, you will likely have a 
vastly different interpretation of Nobody than what is presented here. 
Still, | would like to talk about what we were trying to accomplish in 
the hopes that it can help refine your ideas. 


The main core of this work is how we decided to interpret Nobody. It 
is a concept | refer to as the Nobody as Mirror. Basically, the idea 
was to take the term "Nobody" as literally and dramatically as 
possible. This idea was inspired by how, in previous appearances, 
Nobody is able to blend in and move about with unprecedented 
freedom, seemingly separate from the world around him. 


In short, in this conception, Nobody is unable to affect the world 
around him any any significant ways. He cannot be the origins of 
any change in the world. Anything that he tries to do will inevitably 
end up as if he was never involved. His goals are to try to affect 
something, so that he feels that his life will have meaning. 


This concept was also attempted to be displayed in some other 
features about his character. For example, in these stories, Nobody 
mirrors the appearance and personality of whoever he interacts with. 
Rather than always appearing as an old man in a suit, he literally 
blends into his surroundings, always appearing as just another 
nobody. | feel that this really helps sell the drama of his condition, as 
he is not even able to generate his own emotions and personality. 


Another core element of this work is an attempt to bridge all the 
different interpretations of Nobody. Personally, | feel that Nobody 
would be more interesting as a true "Group" of Interest rather than 
just an individual. Therefore, these stories hint at the possibilities of 
there being multiple Nobodies. In fact, it is possible that all the 
varying interpretations of the Nobody character are simply other 
people that share Nobody's anomalous traits. | think this goes a long 
way to bridging all the different interpretations, and can create some 
cool world-building opportunities. 


al 


Just Another Nobody 


It was that soft twilight hour. The sun had fallen beneath the sea, 
signaling the youth on the beach that the time was right. The bonfire 
was lit and the music played. They laughed and danced. Celebrating 
their life. Their living. 


There was one who wasn't quite so animated. He sat on the beach, 
downing cheap alcohol. And though he participated, he was still 
somewhat to himself. Somewhat distant. 


The truth was Jefferey Bright was upset. Jeff had recently learned 
that his significant other no longer thought of their relationship as 
significant. Jeff was angry at her. He felt betrayed. A bit of self- 
reflection, and Jeff would have realized that he was to blame for 
their distance. Still, he was young and foolish, and never had been 
much for self-reflection. 


His attendance here had been an attempt to... well it had been an 
attempt to do something. Jeff had not actually planned this very well. 
He wasn't sure if his presence here was an attempt to win her back, 
find another girl, or something else entirely. 


As it was, Jeff was not having much success executing his plan (if 
one could call his confused thoughts "plans"). The "significant" other 
had long left the party, failing to notice that Jeff was even present. 
And so now he sat, too distracted by thoughts of his former 
companion to fully involve himself in the revelry. 


It was not long after the moon rose that Jeff was approached by a 
stranger. Like Jeff, this stranger was dressed in a T-shirt and swim 
trunks. Like Jeff, this stranger appeared to be another mid-twenties 
college-type. Like Jeff, he was drinking from a can of cheep beer. 


"Hey, bro, you look like you need a drink." The smiling stranger 
tossed an unopened can to Jeff. "You're Jeff, right?" 


Jeff looked up morosely, but accepted the can. "Yeah, how'd you 
know that?" 


The stranger sat down, and took a deep swig from his drink. 
"Believe it or not, | worked with your dad a bit. Had an internship 
with the feds years back. Guessed who you were, you look just like 
him. Small world, huh?" 


Jeff nodded. "Yeah. Guess so." 


"We were some of the only guys that would eat at the cafeteria 
there, so we got to talking a lot. | remember he was always going on 
about this old car he was fixing up. You know whatever came of 
that?" 


At that, Jeff perked up a bit. The nostalgia of childhood memories 
helped wash away his relationship troubles. The alcohol certainly 
helped as well. "Yeah, dad and | were working on that car for years. 
| think he might have finished it a while back. | dunno, | haven't 
really heard from him since | moved out here and he got promoted 
into Top Secret or whatever." 


"| Know what you mean. Hard enough to keep up with the family, 
and that Men in Black shit doesn't help, does it?" 


"Yeah. Last | heard, he's working on some thing in Switzerland. You 
know, they won't even let me see him anymore. I'm only allowed to 
talk to him through emails. Been that way for years. And the worst 
thing is, he won't even tell me why. Can't tell me, | guess. If this 
keeps up, | don't really see how..." Jeff trailed off, staring into the 
distance. 


The stranger put a supportive hand on Jeff's shoulder. "Man, that 
sucks. Have you ever thought about trying to see him? Just surprise 
him? | mean, screw the feds. They shouldn't be able to pull shit like 
that." 


"Yeah, I've thought about it. | can't, really. Mostly, | just don't have 
the money. Last time | checked, flights to Switzerland were almost 
two grand. And on top of that, I'd have to get a train or something to 
get to Lausanne, since you can't just fly there. An even then, once | 


get there, | wouldn't know where to start looking." 


The stranger smiled and finished his beer. "Yeah, that's tough. 
Anyway, looks like I'm gonna need another one of these worthless 
beers. | hate things that don't work the way they're suppose to. | 
mean, I'm not even feeling a buzz. You want one too?" 


Jeff returned the smile. "Yeah, | guess so. | wish Steve was willing 
to shell out more for something good." 


The two continued to talk about beer and college and life for some 
time. As the party eventually drew to a close, Jeff and the stranger 
parted ways. Once on his own, Jeff attempted to remember the 
strangers name, but he could not recall it. 


Actually, the entire conversation left him with an odd feeling. 
Perhaps if his mind was more clear, he would have understood why 
he felt that way. That stranger was just so normal, so average, that it 
was hard to really keep his mind focused on him. Even thinking back 
now, not long after, it was hard to remember what he had said. 


As Jeff collapsed into his bed, he cleared his mind of these 
thoughts. After all, why bother worrying about some stranger on the 
beach and what he said? After all, he was just another college guy. 
Just another party-goer. Just another nobody. 


The small coffee shop was quite busy, despite the early time of 
morning. Several people were already up, attempting to acquire that 
wonderful liquid that would make their daily tasks much more 
bearable. 


In a small table to herself, a well dressed woman nursed her cup 
and watched the people moving through the street. It gave her some 
comfort, to be alone in a crowd. It made her troubles seem quite 
small. The weight that she was forced to bear, the pressures of her 
career, all seemed a touch more endurable. 


She was shaken out of her thoughts when a stranger approached. 
Offering a slight smile, the new arrival pointed to an empty seat at 
the woman's table. "Pardon me, miss. Is this seat taken? May | sit 


down?" 


This person was also a sharply dressed woman in business attire. 
The stranger appeared to be a native Swiss, and her relaxed 
posture showed that she was comfortable and familiar with her 
surroundings. However, something about the stranger seemed off. 
As part of her employment, the woman had been trained to notice 
these types of oddities. After a few moments, the woman's eyes 
grew wide and her posture tensed. She stammered, "Oh no, it's you. 
| haven't even finished my coffee yet." 


The stranger sat down anyway. "Well, then. | suppose I'll take that 
as ayes. It seems that we have no need for pretenses, Director 
Ottmar." 


The director nodded slowly. "Yes, it seems so." She couldn't help 
but squirm a bit. She tried to think of how to best approach the 
situation, but her thoughts were blank. It did not help that she had 
not been sleeping well recently. The stranger sampled her own 
beverage, her eyes never leaving the director's. 


Finally the director sighed, and went still. "| suppose | should call 
this in, but | don't feel there is really much point. | fail to see how it 
could have an effect. By the time a response is determined, I'm sure 
that you will have already accomplished what you came here to do." 


The stranger sipped from her coffee. "Well said. However, you 
sounded unnecessarily fatalistic. I'm not here to harm you, or even 
antagonize your organization. | simply seek information." 


Ottmar nodded. The stranger's words were not much of a relief. "So, 
what exactly is it that you are seeking?" 


After a brief pause for coffee, the stranger replied, "I'm looking for 
Dr. Bright. | already know that he is here in this city, but | don't wish 
to waste time searching the whole of Lausanne myself. And, as the 
Regional Director, I'm sure that you can assist me in this matter." 


Director Ottmar scowled, deep lines consuming her normally stern 
expression. The sarcasm almost dripped from her voice, "Right. | 
suppose | should just cooperate and make everything easier on 


myself? Tell you everything you want to know?"