On the format 


We've chosen a format that feels natural to a Group of Interest like 
Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting: circus posters. In addition 
to those, we've provided you with a template to add pages torn from 
a fictional book, "To the Circus Born: Herman Fuller's Menagerie of 
Freaks" to your article. These pages were and are still being found 
in libraries all across the world, inserted into circus-themed books of 
all kinds. These templates will give you a chance to back the visual 
of the poster with more narrative, and provide substance to the 
article. You can use the poster with or without the page, and you can 
use the page on its own. 


How to create your own Herman Fuller 
posters 


We've created a component for you that you can use to create a 


poster of your own with minimal coding. Simply create a page and 
copy-paste the following code: 


As yo 


1. 
2: 


[[include component:hf-poster title=[1]|textLeft=[2]| 
image=[3]|textRight=[4]|textBottom=[5]|textFooter=[6]]] 


u can see, the component takes 6 parameters: 


The title for the poster. Usually the freak's stagename. 

The text you want left of the image. Use this and the 
corresponding textRight parameter for short credos intended 
to attract the attention. 


. The image you want to use. You do need an image for this 


format to work. Old photographs might work, but original 
artwork would probably be better. 


. The text you want right of the image. 
. The text you want below the image. Use this to expand on the 


anomaly in narrative. 


. The footer for the poster. You could note things about where 


the circus is going to be, what the price of admission is, when 
the show's going to be performed etc. 


Replace the bracketed numbers with the values you want to give 


them. 


There's a few things to keep in mind: 


You can and should use linebreaks (hit the enter key) in the 
text you want on the poster; it won't break the component. 
Your picture needs to be 300 x 425 pixels to fit inside the 
frame without it being too big or too small. 

When filling the image parameter, use the full path to the 
image (i.e. start with htto:/, You can find out the path to your 
image by clicking 'Files' and then 'Info' 

You don't need a rating module, the component includes that 
for you. 


For all your drafting needs this template has also been added to 
both sandboxes. Be sure to see how the text looks before you 
create the page on the main wiki. 


How to create the torn pages: 


SCP-662: Butler's Hand Bell 


Item #: SCP-662 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-662 should be kept in its 
red velvet lined case and stored in High Value Storage locker 23C 
located at when not being utilized for testing or other 
appropriate activities. The item itself is safe to handle, and poses no 
known threats of any kind, though the effects generated could be 
considered highly valuable and variably powerful depending upon 
how the SCP is used. 


Description: SCP-662 is a small silver hand bell, 4 cm tall and 2 cm 
in circumference. The bell is missing its ringer. Within the inside of 
the bell, an inscription has been etched into the silver, reading: 
“Forever Mine — S.J.W.” The bell is susceptible to damage; however, 
given its safe nature, destruction has been deemed unnecessary. As 
it is made of very pure silver, it requires regular polishing to remain 
without tarnish. 


When the bell is shaken as if to ring it, a soft chime can be heard 
(although this does not come from the bell). A short well-dressed 
Caucasian butler of self-proclaimed British heritage, calling himself 
Mr. Deeds, will appear from the nearest area not within line of sight, 
usually from around a corner. Mr. Deeds will address the ringer of 
the bell by their appropriate title and last name, and ask what it is 
they desire. His knowledge of individuals’ last names and titles is a 
mystery, as he himself will purport. Please see interview log 662-L1 
for further details. 


Most reasonable requests given to Mr. Deeds will result in 
satisfaction. However, there are limits to what he can do. He is 
unable to produce very complex items such as sports cars, luxury 
homes, or personal jets. If he is allowed to leave line of sight and 
return, he is able to produce smaller, less complex items such as a 


You can choose from a left and a right page, with the following 
codes: 


[[include component:hf-book-left chapter=[1]|content=[2]| 
pagenumber=[3]]] 


or 


[[include component:hf-book-right chapter=[1]| 
content=[2]|pagenumber=[3]]| 


These two components take 3 parameters: 


1. The chapter title. You'll want to use the freak you're providing 
more information on. 

2. The text for the page. You have about 800 words to use. 
Preview your work to make sure the page looks good. 

3. The number for the page. This is to make sure not every page 
is number 15 or something. Go wild. Who knows how many 
pages've been found by now, or how many the book originally 
had. 


Resources used 


Background-image 

EastMarket font, free from Font Squirrel, used for the 
text of the poster. 

Alegreya font, free from Font Squirrel, used for the 
text of the book pages. 

Romantiques font, free from Dafont.com, used in the 
header. 


Herman Fuller Presents: The Living Head 


The Living Head 

SHE HAS NO BODY, YET SHE LIVES! 
She talks! 

She sings! 


She will enchant you! 


She feels her body yet she does not possess it! 
Where is it? 
Hear her chilling tale! 


The Lady Elisa comes to us from faraway Yugoslavia where she 
spent her childhood happy and free until fate cheated her. Her tale is 
as tragic as it is wondrous and beautiful. Hear it for yourself as she 
recounts her experiences and answers all questions asked! 


ONE DAY ONLY 


Tonight only, 8 PM, at the Comanche County Fairgrounds. 
One show, one chance! Come one, come all! 


The following is a page from a publication entitled To the Circus 
Born: Herman Fuller's Menagerie of Freaks. The identities of neither 


publisher nor author have been established, and scattered pages 
have been found inserted into Circus-themed books in libraries 
across the world. The person or persons behind this dissemination 
are unknown. 


The Living Head 
To the Circus Born 


first act we developed was one where | was going to be launched 
out of a cannon. Since my body is made up of all these pieces, the 
audience would think they saw me blown up, but in the end, I'd be 
waving after they'd picked everything out of the net. We actually only 
performed that act one time, because of the way the audience 
reacted. There were wails and screams, and | think | saw a lot of 
people pass out. Manny thought it was bad publicity, so we retired 
that one. 


Next thing we came up with was an act where | would join the 
clowns in shenanigans. They'd bring me out under a glass cover. 
We couldn't do that for long though. | may just be a head, but | still 
need to breathe. Anyway, they gingerly take me out from under the 
glass and then decide to play croquet with my head. The audience 
would of course be indignant, and the clowns would realize their 
mistake. Then they'd pick me up, dust me off and get out a 
basketball hoop. Same reaction from the audience, wash, rinse, 
repeat a few more times for effect. | was never really a big fan of 
that one, especially since those damn clowns are so weird. Have 
you ever seen them? Looked into those eyes? You know how they 
say the eyes are windows to the soul? Well, that's one grimy 
window. But | digress. We discontinued that act when it turned out 
the audience wasn't indignant and seemed amused at the idea of 
my head being whacked through a croquet hoop. After the 
performance, | talked to Manny and | made it very clear to him that | 
wasn't going to do acts in the ring. If he wanted me for the Den of 
Freaks, I'd be happy to work there, but | wasn't going to be 
smashed, thrown, whirled or whatever else he had planned for me. 
Luckily Manny isn't that bad of a guy, so he let me work with the rest 
of the freaks. 


| got a spot in between Danny1 and Phil, a nice pedestal with a soft 


cushion, and Manny's assurances that both of them would be 
watching out for me. | mean, if some loon gets it into his head that 
he wants a souvenir, | couldn't really do anything about that. 
Meanwhile, Manny was going to hang on to the rest of my body. 
He's been a gentleman about it, that's all I'll say. 


The whole Yugoslavia thing is a complete crock of course; most of 
our Official stories are. | was born Edith Mary Fernanda MckKinnel 
somewhere in Boston in early 1878. | don't remember my parents, 
all | know is they left all of me on the steps of the old Baldwin Place 
Mission & Home for Little Wanderers when | was about 6 weeks old. 
Kind of funny to leave me with a place called the "Home for Little 
Wanderers" when | can't walk, now that | think about it. Anyway, 
they took me in, but they had no idea what to do with me either. 
From what I've been told, they kept me in the basement, hidden 
away from the other kids to try and make sure no one hurt me. And 
trust me, it was a dog eat dog world in there, don't let the fact that 
those kids were at most 12 years old fool you. | think | spent 
something like three years in that place, until one day someone 
showed up. Someone who apparently knew me, or at least knew of 
me. Maybe my parents told him about me, probably for money. So, 
this man offered the nuns running the place a deal. He got to take 
me and in return he'd pay for a much-needed renovation of the 
building. Nuns or no nuns, they sold me so fast my head was 
reeling. Well, long story short, that was Manny, always on the 
lookout for new acts. Looking back, I'm grateful to him, really. The 
circus life may not be for everyone, but let's face it, what kind of a 
future do | have outside the circus? | won't deny that it's a rough life, 
but we're looked after. We have our own little family here and even 
though there are those out there who want us for themselves, we 
feel safe. 


When | first joined the circus, people kept asking me why | was the 
way | was. It took a while for them to realize that there wasn't any 
specific reason for my body being in the state it's in. Some of the 
freaks | work with can tell you exactly what made them what they 
are, but | can't. It's something I've had to accept myself and it's 
taken me long enough. | just am. | mean, you can spend your nights 
lying awake, wondering about what went wrong, or even if 
something went wrong at all, but in the end, here | am. And | don't 


have a body that sticks together the way yours does. So what? I'm 
alive, | can feel, | can talk, | can sing. I'm fine, unlike most of the 
people who come to gawk at me. 


1Daniel Golenski, the Flame-Faced Man (see p.14) 


142 


Herman Fuller Presents: The Amazing Sluggo 


The Amazing Sluggo 
Slug or man? 
See his eyes grow into stalks! 


A wondrous creature to behold! 


He dances! 
He sings! 
Come watch the show of a lifetime! 


Is he aman or a slug? He's both! One of our greatest performers, 
The Slugman will have you tapping your feet to the music as he 
dances and sings for you. Watch him as he uses his slug eyestalks 
to form your name, or EVEN YOUR IMAGE! 


ONE DAY ONLY 


This Friday, 9 PM, at the Alameda County Fairgrounds. 
One show, one chance! Come one, come all! 


The following is a page from a publication entitled To the Circus 
Born: Herman Fuller's Menagerie of Freaks. The identities of neither 


publisher nor author have been established, and scattered pages 
have been found inserted into Circus-themed books in libraries 
across the world. The person or persons behind this dissemination 
are unknown. 


To the Circus Born 
The Amazing Sluggo 


didn't want to sell me to Mr. Fuller, but | don't think he had a choice. 
Once you got fired for mouthing off to the foreman in our neck of the 
woods, you had a reputation. He just couldn't get any employment 
anywhere, and believe me, he tried. Night after night he came home 
dead tired and broken. 


Of course | cried my little blind eyes out when Fuller took me with 
him on that muggy day in June of 1912, but you have to understand 
that to a small boy, the circus is also an adventure, and emotions 
seldom last long. Hell, | didn't even realize what it all meant; after 
about an hour of sniffling, all | could think about was the lions, and 
the dancing bears | thought | was going to see. Besides, Mr. Fuller'd 
promised me that my mom and dad could always visit when we 
were in town. He later told me that my parents lacked for nothing in 
the years that followed. | can't say if they did or didn't; we never did 
go back to our patch of Louisiana, and | never saw them again. 


Anyway, when we got to the circus, | marveled. It was as grand as 
grand could be. A big tent, all manner of trailers and wagons, some 
real fancy ones too. He took me aside and explained that in order to 
work in his circus, | needed something unique. Said he knew 
someone who could make me special. And he did, oh Lord, did he 
ever! | didn't know the meaning of the word "disquieting" back then, 
but | was about to learn. He took me to Sally the Seamstress, bless 
her soul, and he told me: "Now, Uriel, Sally here is going to make 
your eyes better. Just hold still." And Sally, she just smiled with 
those big bright doll's eyes of hers and beckoned me closer. 
Everything smelled of lavender and swamp reeds, a really weird 
combination. | hesitated for a bit, but Fuller gave me a little shove 
and into her arms | went. Sally comforted me, because she knew | 
was just a scared little boy, but then she began working her magic. 
Didn't hurt either, that's the funniest thing. | mean, | felt my skin 


stretching, felt it cover my eye sockets. And of course, | felt it when 
she stitched the crosses on, but it really didn't hurt. And then it 
happened. She kissed the stitches and all of a sudden | could see! 
Let me tell you, when you can see for the first time after seven 
years, it's like you're born again. | found out nothing looked like 
anything I'd imagined. | didn't even know what | looked like, let alone 
the rest of the world. | guess that disquieted me the most about all of 
that. Fuller had to put me down in a chair for fear of me fainting and 
hitting my head. He was right though, | fainted. 


| woke up in my very own trailer. Can you imagine, a seven-year-old 
boy getting his own trailer? | remember that one was painted bright 
yellow on the inside. Used to belong to one of Fuller's original 
clowns, Gusto. Italian guy, | think. Never did find out what happened 
to him. Fuller kept saying Gusto wasn't "compatible" with his vision 
for the circus, but he wouldn't go into detail. | do know that every 
time | mentioned his name to the other performers, they'd hush and 
look glum. Make of that what you will. Anyway, Fuller introduced me 
to Manny, the Man with the Upside-Down Face, and he set about 
developing an act with me. Now, I'd always been a good dancer, 
always making the girls giggle and the ladies in church swoon with 
my fancy moves, but that wasn't good enough. A Fuller act needed 
to knock 'em dead, so to speak. Manny taught me how to control my 
stalks, and how to bend them into shapes. Simple ones at first. 
Circles, squares, then harder ones like triangles and things he called 
hexagons. Eventually, | was able to form hearts, letters and after 
years of practice even people's faces. Now that was a show stopper, 
| tell you.