During a recreation walk through certain unspecific country side, following an old road, you can see an old big family house building standing alone atop small hill. That (hardly a manor), its already pass its time of glory as can be seen from too many scars accumulated by time and weather. Somehow, it was getting dark over this gloomy residence of a certain diabolical, but certainly also insane-scientist/mad-inventor, giving that place an ominous atmosphere. It was like a mental hint of resting evil that was hiding there, warning any goody passerby from a foolish idea of going to visit this mad laboratory of nineteenth-century fashion.
The interior was not different from a setting suitable for shooting a spooky movies and the occupants of this house will surely wear something that can boost the mad science lab atmosphere. On second though it can be count for example as dedicated uniforms as the spooky movies showcase the fashion trend.
And so, a yelling echoed through this place. "Igo~~or!! Igo~or!!" It was the senile, supposedly brilliant and diabolical pedagogue in white coat, black gloves and protective eye gear, standing in a laboratory of nineteenth-century fashion. He tried to summon his hunchbacked, supposedly meek and stupid assistant.
Instead of door creaking, it was a walky-talkie [radio] on a table, that answered the call. "What it is, my Lord."
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The old man turn toward the device and stated passionately with the utmost seriousness. "Igo~or!! The time has come!"
The responding voice carried a hint of joy. "For your retirement, my lord? I didn't believe that day would ever come. Miracles do happen."
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That comment was a direct hit onto mad scientist stomach, so he lost its breath and start coughing so vigorously, that for a moment; it was not certain whether he would leave this world, traveling directly to the other underworld. However, after a moment of coughing and panting, he returned to the living. He certainly wasn't twice as excited about his assistant's remark. Actually, he was really dialed. "No, you idiot! I have finished my latest invention."
Any trace of joy vanished from the assistant voice. "Ah..." He became sad. "So disasters also happen."
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Pedagogue barked at the walky-talkie. "Outrageous! How dare you, to say such a thing?!"
The asked person stay calm. "With all respect, my lord, what was that opinion of the jury on yours last entry? They say, and I quote: "It is indeed a great work of destruction. At least the inventor thought so, because with him, it was never certain: whether it would cause destruction or take destruction. Sabotaging our own expo is quite a novelty."
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Scientist make an angry grin. "I will make them to eat those words. Now, get here immediately!! You will witness on you own eyes, that they are gravely mistaking me. Its time!"
"As you wish, my lord." Replied from walky-talkie and the assistant hand out.
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A moment passed before the door open with a cranky noise and the hunchback, servant, chamberlain, or in other word the assistant with a fake hump on his back, finally rustled into the quasi-laboratory of his domineering master. The dimly lit room, full of devices and equipment that could be older than they owner himself, had a melancholic air. "Did you call, my lord?" He hummed humbly taking a few steps towards the person that summoned him.
Mad scientist was standing by the window looking out at the gloomy weather. He held the controller to his invention in his hands. His pose radiated a theatrical aura of long-awaited success. "Finally Igor!... Finally!... Finally it's done!" He turned toward the hunchback dramatically. "My masterpiece is finally DONE!" As soon as he said that, as if on cue, right outside the window: there was a lighting flash, followed by a loud thunder. This gave the whole scene at the window just the right ominous dramatic moment.
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That theatrical speech and play, light up the face of assistant with enthusiasm. "Oh?... May I ask how you finished it?…" In a practiced theatrical tone, dragging the last part of the question into ominously cold realms. "...My Lo~ord?"
"Hmm…" He thought for a second, amused by the interest of his supposedly stupid and devoted assistant. "I think, I might as well practice this presentation speech for the fainthearted at academia expo. After all, when presenting in front of the other inventors, I'll be the one!…" He clench his free hand into a fist. "...who wipes their eyes. So, prick up your ears carefully, Igor!" He stood in a triumphant lectern pose, as if he was about to accept the prize: (Devilish inventor of the year). "Dear fellow mad scientists; I, in my genius, have created something that perhaps everyone who suffers from the lack of right sinister atmosphere, dreams of."
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Servant clapped in applause, excitedly anticipating the revelation. "Oo~o, and what is this incredible invention of the noble master of destruction?"
Instead of revealing the invention immediately, the speaker shut down as if he remembered something unpleasant. He make a gesture as if he was grasping the bad taste of the memory. "For a better understanding, I will give an example. You probably remember the scene when the good-for-nothing good guy, dares to enter your devil's lair for some good making reason. You want to scare him, or give him an ominous welcome as courtesy dictate. BUT!... Unfortunately, you can't create the right atmosphere, because…" With a swing of his hand, he point out at the window where is still a gloomy whether. "...it's a charmingly bright SUNNY DAY outside!!" Then again, he yelled angrily, clenching his hand into a fist, before yelling. "TALK TO ME ABOUT A KILLER MOOD!!"
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"Exactly!!" Shouted the one-man audience, admitting it, while in emotion, wiping from its eye away a single, perfectly acted tear.
"BUT IT'S OVER!!" Exclaimed loudly speaker, rising his other hand with the controller high up for everybody to see. The moment he pressed the button on the remote, it flashed again outside the window. "Ladies and gentleman! Dear colleagues! Dear community... I present to you my invention... MELANCHO... mer." His triumphant speech was stuttered, when he realized that he hadn't properly named his invention yet. But despite that, he threw his hands to the sides and there was another flash outside the window.
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That detail don't mattered if the audience buy it. "Bravo, bravo. O wonderful lord, what else your invention can do?"
Mad scientist cleared his throat to take a second breath. "With certain modifications, within the limits of the possibilities, my invention can create exactly what your heart desires at that moment. The effects of a storm, or a gale are a matter (of course!). Even the; howling of a wolf on a hill, the wailing of floors, doors, windows, or mysterious whispers on a supposedly empty corridors or rooms are not an impossibility." A moment later, a distant wolf's howl echoed through the mansion. He excitedly pointed his finger at the audience to get their (single one) attention even more. "Imagine: you are in the entry hall of your dark mansion, you are standing at the top of the stairs leading to second floor, expecting a visit. Someone will pass the mansion door, moving onto the middle of the hall or toward the stairs. Then, they stop, as they gaze rise upwards to look at you, who glancing them down with a cold stare. Although it is a sunny day outside, there is no sign of such of beamy warm inconvenience inside of the house. Because from the mansion hall perspective, outside the windows, a night storm is playing out, while the interior of the dark residence is illuminated only by the weak light of candles, here and there. Or, the purposefully defiant occasionally flickering light bulb. Shadows are sneaking in corners. A torrential downpour whips the window glass, the wind whistles unpleasantly through the archways, while rare flashes of lightning at the right moments, turn the whole scene white." He recalled the moment with a touch of melancholy. Then he once again risen his hand, all way above his head to present his grail. "With the help of this compact controller, you can select everything necessary for the desired atmosphere and thus..." He raised a finger. "Ultimately... THE WEATHER WILL NO LONGER LIMIT US!!"
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Igor praised the idea and indulged in whistling on his fingers. "Bravo my lord, Bravo! This time, you have completely outdone yourself. It's amazing that for a change your invention works as it should."
That was not the compliment he wanted to hear. "WHAT? How dare you... you, little one... AH!" Old man got upset and stomped. "I'm not to blame for the fact, that those from the jury council are blinded, weak-minded ignoramuses! Giving my inventions such a low rating. Outrageousness!" Suddenly he cross its arm in gesture of insecurity. "A-a-and what do you even know about inventing stuff? Well?! If you are such expert as you naively believe, then lets hear it."
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Assistant tilled his head thinking, where to start. "Well, mine last invention, received a pretty good rating." He shook himself in embarrassment, as if he was not suited to talk about himself.
As scientist clicked his tongue in disgust, he waved his hand dismissively, trying to forget about it immediately. "(Tsc!) They must have given you a few points, just for trying not to look like a bunch of racists."
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However, servant was not bothered by that comparison. "It was still more, than they had got from anything you have created in recent times, my Lord."
A wrinkle danced across pedagogue forehead. "W-what an outrage, you bastard! This invention, is so perfect, that even a bunch of empty talkers like you, can operate it flawlessly!"
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The assistant excitedly put on an expectant expression. "Really? Can I try it?"
Of course, inventor dint believe what he heard. "What did you say??!"
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Servant make a pally/friendly gesture to soften the old dude. "Oh, commo~on. You said it yourself, my lord. That even I~i, can control it flawlessly." Suddenly he got a cunning idea. "Oh!... I already know: Take it as a test. A test of, whether your invention can really live up to your claim." He bowed humbly to truly assist his lord.
Mad scientist almost blushed from such extensive insolence, but finally he breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking for a moment, he recognized that his assistant was right about something. "Hmm. I'm guessing that as long as you survive, those ignorant academy people won't be able to badmouth anything anymore and the first prize will be mine. Fine! Show me what's in you, let me laugh in your face!"
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After a quick briefing of how the device work, the two switched places and roles, and now it was Igor who was standing by the window, staring out of it. The sky behind the window darkened to the shades of black night, and the room in which they both stood, plunged into gloomy darkness. The only thing that illuminated them were weak multi-colored lights from the equipment of the lab, which overpowered even the sickly-weak/dying ceiling lamp. The sound of raindrops hitting the glass added to the atmosphere.
The assistant shifted his gaze to the audience and with an insanely dangerous expression on his face. A piercing glare burned with a bad type of passion. With his coldly low cruel voice, he began his evil monologue. "Finally… The time has finally come, when the goody heroes from bed stories, will no longer hide in the protective light of day! The time has finally come, when their annoying showing off in their polished armor, will be quite pointless. Say, (Farewell!), to the light my dear heroes. Because, the DARK AGE has just… just arrived!!" Thunder loudly boomed, shaking the courage in heart.
The inventor, pleased with the performance of his assistant, did not prevent himself from letting out a murmur of recognition. Watching him enveloped in an ominous malevolent aura, the corners of his mouth twisted slightly into a smile.
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Of course, the chamberlain noticed this, theatrically put his hand to his face as if he represent the manipulator behind everything and only now revealed himself to the hero party. A single eye pierced the observer with a demonic glow. While the other hand pointed the controller at audience as if it was a scepter sealing the fate of the deceased. He took a whistling breath and called out with unprecedented determination. "Dear hero, do you dare to though that you honoring quest will be successful? Think again." Raising the controller toward the roof he shout: "This… IS OUR VICTORY!!" A series of thunder and lightning filled the sky outside the window, sending a blinding light straight in, bleaching everything white, stripping the surroundings of colors.
To that white flash a single eye of evil, glared from the shadowy figure as it maniacally laugh at the audience.
Mad Scientist, stunned by the black and white scene, took a step back, whereupon Igor laughed triumphantly in undisguised madness. During his hysterical laughter, lightning covered the entire sky, outside of window.
It was so intense that something really sparked somewhere, followed by sparkly electrical (explosion?). A power outage followed and there was a blackout... All machines stops emitting lights, lamps light was cut out, and even the window seemingly disappeared. The whole room fell into a pitch black darkness, that even the two of them couldn't see each other.
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It only took a moment before the assistant stopped laughing and was now panting, trying to caught air into his lungs. "Eh... phew... that was good... ha, ha... it was worth it... ugh , my lungs... my cartilage... I'll be without my singing voice for at least a week, but what already... Eh?... Why is here a dark like in the corner?... ugh, it looks like... we're without power… Hmm, apparently, that window without an electricity, won't return to a transparent state. Oh my... Ugh... Looks like this invention still has some flies to caught off. That will be bad for expo. For such deficiencies in power reserve and output, the assessor and jury will maliciously deduct a lot of points. Hmm... my lord, we'd better check the fuses in manor electrical gear box. But I really hope that the entire transformer didn't burned out. It would be a problem if your invention would bring down the entire power grid. Or, God forbid! It will be shame if the project would be thrown in the trash bin for economic reasons. How about you, my lord?…" Realizing that the pedagogue was not saying anything he became a little worried. "My lord?... Hello~o?... Are you OK? Why don't you say anything?"
A face slap was heard in the complete darkness, when the Mad Scientist slapped himself flat on the face, doing a (facepalm). Then, inventor state a cold curse. "God, dammit, IGO~OR!!"
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