Saturday, July 11, 2009

Thinking About Vic Frankenstein...

I was thinking about Victor today. When he created his Monster, it was the culmination of years of what one could call obsessive research and experimentation in the obscure alchemical arts. He talked about it incessantly. "My creation" this and that. I would just politely sip my tea and nod. However, once made, the fool went and abandoned it, leaving the sentient creature wandering aimlessly with pretty much nothing better than to have alienation and revenge on its mind--eventually picking off Vic's loved ones one-by-one. When he sent me a letter saying he was going to the Arctic to deal with it once and for all, I could only shake my head. "My God man," I sent back by way of reply. "Some people should never be allowed to reproduce. Do pack warm clothes though, as I hear it is quite brisk there."

3 comments:

Rhianon Jameson said...

Indeed, Doctor. Less an evil scientist than a confused one. And another illustration of the Law of Unintended Consequences.

Darien Mason said...

*sigh* Victor, Victor, Victor...he gave all us Reanimators a bad name. Little did he know the Arctic letter was a ruse. His creation actually stowed away on a passage to Brazil and found refuge in the Amazon among the natives and escaped slaves, and mastered their fighting art of capoeira. He eventually took a name for himself...Blanka.

HeadBurro Antfarm said...

S'true. I blame the parents...