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Chapter 1- It All Starts…
It was dark. As black as a raven's wing when the raven is standing in an old basement, with no lights on and everything. You know the kind, no windows and an old furnace that makes funny noises.
So that makes it really dark.
And the dark was at times even darker, due to the large bolts of lightening that flashed across the stormy sky, the sort that burn holes in your retina and make vampires and boogiemen look like ordinary piles of household objects.
And in this lightening rich darkness, a madman laughed.
In his madness threw back his arms and laughed. The maddened sound bubbled from his mad lips, like the strange concoctions, and solutions in the many tubes, beakers and flasks on the many benches behind him. A bolt of lightening flashed, as is conventional. And still the madman laughed.
That was until he choked and began to cough, this spoiled the effect slightly, still it was one had to say a mad cough. The madman clutched at his lab coat, this showed that he was no ordinary madman, but a highly qualified genius, in a mad sort of way. In short, a Mad Scientist. Who was now madly having a glass of water. Anyone who has tried it can tell you how difficult it is to do. Without getting wet. The fact our Mad Scientist did not get wet or even slightly damp just goes to show that he was very good at being mad. He even had a certificate, of which he was very proud. It had guilt edges, if that didn't mean something then I know what it means.
He let out an insane giggle when he saw it. Oh he would show Them. He had a most diabolical plan, oh yeah They would be sorry. Sorry They ever laughed at him.
The Mad Scientist hunched over with mirth, and rubbed his hands together in a frenzied way. Oh boy, oh boy. This was going to be good.
And with that quickly set to work on the last preparations that were needed for his mad, evil and diabolical plan…
Before him, there was a table. Not your ordinary table mind you, but one that with the push of a button would cause small lightening rods at each corner to pop up and then send the whole structure up through a special trapdoor-like arrangement in the ceiling and into the storm filled sky. Where a bolt of lightening would strike it and cause his creation to come to life! MUAHA HA HA HA HA!
And once again he threw his arms and laughed. Then still giggling and chuckling insanely, bustled about checking his checklist, and adjusting various meters and gauges. Sure these days you could do the same thing with computers and electricity from the mains and all the rest but if you did the satisfaction was not there. And what real Mad Scientist wouldn't use lightening, they couldn't call themselves one if they didn't. Besides doing it any other way would rack up a huge electricity bill and Mad Scientists did not get much in the way of funding from the scientific community, being unappreciated and all.
Unfortunately, the Mad Scientist's plan didn't seem very well thought out. Sure he had the lonely castle, the lightening rods, the table, chemicals, his mum's permission and his certificate. But the lifeless form under the sheet was a bit on the er…short side. Ok you have to say it was well built and looked strong enough. Though how could something only a foot high possibly terrify a pack of horror-hardened Mad Scientists who had seen more terrifying in the back of the fridge?
So, you really have to wonder…
Chapter 1- It All Starts…
It was dark. As black as a raven's wing when the raven is standing in an old basement, with no lights on and everything. You know the kind, no windows and an old furnace that makes funny noises.
So that makes it really dark.
And the dark was at times even darker, due to the large bolts of lightening that flashed across the stormy sky, the sort that burn holes in your retina and make vampires and boogiemen look like ordinary piles of household objects.
And in this lightening rich darkness, a madman laughed.
In his madness threw back his arms and laughed. The maddened sound bubbled from his mad lips, like the strange concoctions, and solutions in the many tubes, beakers and flasks on the many benches behind him. A bolt of lightening flashed, as is conventional. And still the madman laughed.
That was until he choked and began to cough, this spoiled the effect slightly, still it was one had to say a mad cough. The madman clutched at his lab coat, this showed that he was no ordinary madman, but a highly qualified genius, in a mad sort of way. In short, a Mad Scientist. Who was now madly having a glass of water. Anyone who has tried it can tell you how difficult it is to do. Without getting wet. The fact our Mad Scientist did not get wet or even slightly damp just goes to show that he was very good at being mad. He even had a certificate, of which he was very proud. It had guilt edges, if that didn't mean something then I know what it means.
He let out an insane giggle when he saw it. Oh he would show Them. He had a most diabolical plan, oh yeah They would be sorry. Sorry They ever laughed at him.
The Mad Scientist hunched over with mirth, and rubbed his hands together in a frenzied way. Oh boy, oh boy. This was going to be good.
And with that quickly set to work on the last preparations that were needed for his mad, evil and diabolical plan…
Before him, there was a table. Not your ordinary table mind you, but one that with the push of a button would cause small lightening rods at each corner to pop up and then send the whole structure up through a special trapdoor-like arrangement in the ceiling and into the storm filled sky. Where a bolt of lightening would strike it and cause his creation to come to life! MUAHA HA HA HA HA!
And once again he threw his arms and laughed. Then still giggling and chuckling insanely, bustled about checking his checklist, and adjusting various meters and gauges. Sure these days you could do the same thing with computers and electricity from the mains and all the rest but if you did the satisfaction was not there. And what real Mad Scientist wouldn't use lightening, they couldn't call themselves one if they didn't. Besides doing it any other way would rack up a huge electricity bill and Mad Scientists did not get much in the way of funding from the scientific community, being unappreciated and all.
Unfortunately, the Mad Scientist's plan didn't seem very well thought out. Sure he had the lonely castle, the lightening rods, the table, chemicals, his mum's permission and his certificate. But the lifeless form under the sheet was a bit on the er…short side. Ok you have to say it was well built and looked strong enough. Though how could something only a foot high possibly terrify a pack of horror-hardened Mad Scientists who had seen more terrifying in the back of the fridge?
So, you really have to wonder…