|From:||justinf@****.caltech.edu (Justin Fang)|
|Date:||Thu, 1 Aug 1996 21:08:59 -0700 (PDT)|
>>>>>>[I do not care. Do not interrupt me again with that petty
>nonsense or you will feel my wrath. My work is almost complete.
>Deacon was correct, but he did not take his theory far enough. I
>have started the final ritual. Nothing else matters. My beloved
>Luthien will soon live again!}<<<<<
> -- Wintergeist <19:07:12/08-01-57>
I'm sorry... I just couldn't resist.
[SCENE: A sunny day. Camera pans across neat, prosperous suburb, stopping at a
dilapidated gothic castle inexplicably situated on a lone hill rising out of
otherwise flat terrain, ala "Edward Scissorhands". Storm clouds hover over the
castle, occasionally spitting bolts of lightning. Camera zooms towards the
castle and through a tower window, revealing a large room decorated in Early
Mad Scientist. In the center of the room is a large table, with a body lying on
it under a sheet. Cables run from the body to cryptic-looking machinery.]
[Focus on WINTERGEIST, fiddling with machinery. He is wearing a stained and
tattered lab coat, his hair is unkempt, and there is a wild look in his eyes.]
WINTERGEIST (manaically): At last I am ready! Nothing can stop me now! Soon my
beloved Luthien will LIVE AGAIN!
[WINTERGEIST throws a knife switch and stands back, rubbing his hands in
anticipation. The machinery begins to hum and spark. Lights flash, gauges
spin, widgets widge.]
WINTERGEIST: Yes... YES!
[Machinery increases activity. Suddenly there is a flash of lightning and boom
of thunder. Electricity surges down the cables and crackles over the body,
which jerks and twitches. Machinery explodes. Slowly the figure on the table
begins to rise.]
WINTERGEIST (ecstatic): She's alive... SHE'S ALIVE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
[Fade to black on WINTERGEIST's insane laughter.]
Justin Fang (justinf@****.caltech.edu)
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