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[Lloyd Shade]

Here's a story I felt like writing. I am actually focusing on writing a novel (nothing about macro though) and this is a sidestory, just to think about something else. It shall be in the form of journal entries. That way I may just write for fun, not considering the details required for a book-level story.

Hope you enjoy and sorry in advance for the mistakes, English is not my mother tongue and the only spell-checker I am using is from Microsoft Word. If you see mistakes and feel like helping a guy improving his english, any help will be appreciated.

[Lloyd Shade]

The Mad Scientist
And his Attempt to Destroy the City

Day 0

Size measurement:
Height: 1.65 meters
Weight: 150 pounds
Body Condition: Optimal

The Plan: “There is no such thing as too much madness”
Journal Entry #1
Day 0: The Initiation of the Experiment

This is finally the day where I take revenge over the world! Hum… maybe later, let’s start with the city. The chances of success are potentially higher than taking over the entire world. Better raise my self-esteem first…

How rude of me, I did not even introduce myself to your pages, dear journal! I am the Dr. Evil! Name already taken… Stupid American cinema, they are stealing all the good names for us, the REAL mad scientists. I would like to write you my real name journal, but I just don’t feel comfortable about it. I guess you don’t really like me to call you journal too, better find you a name; you are going to be my sidekick for a while! Yet, I have no ideas about how to name you… Well, I will just call you Bob. Is it alright? It is going to be than! That’s what I like about you Bob, whatever I write, you never complaint about it. You are definitely my best sidekick since years, best since my last cat! Unfortunately, she got even more insane than I and tried to overthrown me. I had to get rid of her for my personal safety. Sad story, but I am sure you are more interested in my plan to destroy the city! It shall be magnificently insane! You know what they say, the more insane it is, and the more likely it is to succeed! This is going to be truly insane, I swear it!

The plan itself is quite simple; I want to destroy the city. I could use some of my city-destructor bomb that I am storing in my basement, but I just don’t feel like using them. I got use to them, I don’t really want to make one explode, even if a recreate it, it would not be the same baby… And besides, I don’t know which one to use, so I just figure out another way, more crazy, more fun AND involving cellular manipulation. I love cellular manipulation; it looks more like science fiction than those bombs and less terrorism-like. That is way more suitable for a scientist as mad as me. Even we, mad scientists, must work hard to build and own our reputation of madness. It is not like any fool could be a mad scientist. We actually have universities to form the next generations of mad scientists. I was a teacher there for a while. I got bored, so I left. That makes me remember, I still did not give you my name Bob. Well, I don’t know what to write you about. I would have used Dr. Mad, but it is already used by a cartoon and the guy is always losing, so it could bring bad luck. Well, I am out of decent ideas, so just call me Larry. Anyway, it is not like you are going to talk a lot, so I will know when you are going to speak to me.

Now let’s get back to the plan. Of course, I am not writing you about all the details, I would need another, maybe a couple more other Bobs like you to hold everything. To summarize, I will use the money I am earning from my Appetite-Increaser, which I am selling to some well paying animal elevators. With this little darling, the animal became addicted to food. The corporations no longer need to handle cages that make sure the animals are not moving. The Appetite-Increaser does the entire job! The animals are all willing to eat as much as possible. No resistance and they therefore naturally adapt themselves, which provides better quality meat and good reputation for the corporation when inspectors come. Anyway, that’s just the marketing thinking. I am earning a lot of money and that’s enough for you to know right now Bob. That had always been the first part of a bigger plan, Bob; it is just that I did not know the rest of it. That is the world we are living in, without money, we can’t do much. It is indecent for a mad scientist to be broken, out of money. Nobody takes us seriously when we are poor and nobody dare challenge us when we are rich… well very few challenges cannot be solved with money.

Part two of my plan was to develop the cellular chemical that would allow me to mutate. That’s right, Bob, I am going to turn my body into something really crazy! Truly mad and I am proud of it! I first thought of a robotic costume, but I have a small favor over the transformation. Unable to decide, I toss a coin and it fell on mutation. I thought about which animal I could start with. Cat and dogs have fur; it was already a pain washing my former sidekick’s fur, so having these body hairs all over was not the best idea. Birds had feather, but they are too weak in order to fly. Anyway, what is the use to fly? Anybody could shoot me down from their living room. Thus, I turn to the reptiles. It also happen about at this time, that I first seen this American Godzilla movie. These things have heavy armored skin, they are dreadful looking and they are pretty strong. Since I am looking to destroy a city, better take the strongest of them, the Komodo Dragon.

If I want to take down the entire city, I need to think big and so is the anaconda. It never stops growing, from the moment of their birth until their death. I must admit that I was a little influenced by the Godzilla’s movie. I am to oversize me, but not using time as a trigger. I thought about a lot of possibility, before getting bored of thinking about it, so I decided since I already have an appetite increaser, let my trigger be food. That’s where I am now, Bob, I am ready to launch the process. That’s why part three was about telling you my plan, since I don’t know if I am to be able to speak again, or even write. As my new sidekick, I honor you with the knowledge about my plan and only the future shall tells me what’s next.

[gadabout]

I dare say, your English is pretty good. I only saw one error at the end but that was about it. Interesting story in an interesting format

[Lloyd Shade]

Day 1
Experimental subject’s size measurement:
Height: 1.50 meters
Weight: 90 pounds
Body Condition: Optimal

The Experimental Subject: “A Mad Scientist Never Test his Own Madness on Himself”
Journal Entry #2
Day 1: The Experiment Begins

Good morning Bob! How is my dear journal’s doing today? I hope you are fine, because I am. Yes that’s right! Your Larry is feeling just perfect. Even the weather is perfect. You know Bob? It’s all cloudy, shady and evens a little cold. It is just the perfect day to start a new experiment. Of course, the only thing that shall come out of this is failure, but without failing, we never learn. Of course, you are an exception Bob. Fail me once and believe me, there won’t be a second time… But, let not get ourselves involved in this wild talk. We have a lot of work to do.

I need an experimental subject before getting involved myself. I am getting old dear Bob. I have faith in this new experiment; it shall bring me back the thrill of madness! It’s my last chance to do get my hands dirty. It never happened since my father die. In that time I was his apprentice, all the dirty work was mine. No real thinking, except sometime. It was fun. Now, I am old, my son died a couple of years earlier. I never thought I would outlive him. A couple of times, I really thought the police had me cornered and would burst of my door for me… It never happened. To my son, it happened thrice. It’s on the last time they killed him. I told him to never wrap a bomb directly on himself. It is not working. A true mad scientist always uses somebody else to do the dirty work. My son always wanted to have all the credit of his madness. He was the solo-kind-of man. Unfortunately, he had children very late in his life, only a couple of year before dying. He could not teach them and the mother traveled to the opposite end of the world to avoid me. I am not travelling hundreds of kilometers just to raise another child! Three was more than enough and I got two girls. I had my share of kid-raising for the rest of my life. They would have joined me if I had asked, but twenty years earlier, women were not considered real mad scientists, it would have been too hard for them to establish their position among the community. So I made a bargain with them: if my son was already dead at the time of my death, I would pass to them my position among mad scientist as my replacement, along with my fortune. They tried to kill me, you know Bob? The good girls, I taught them well, yet I still have some business to finish before leaving my place to the next generation, a couple of person to kill, others to harm… Well, I still have one plan in my sleeve, one last one, and the best of all, The Plan, with a capital P.

This starts today Bob. Among the persons I need to make suffer, there is one woman, which MUST die before me. She is also linked with most of the people on my “To-Kill List.” She is the perfect experimental subject. Yesterday I asked a professional serial killer to bring her to me. He was an old friend of mine, so he offered me a good bargain. She is awakening in the moment in the experimental room. I shall write in you soon Bob, right now, I have a subject awaiting my finest treatments…

***

I am back Bob! I did it, I did it! I have started the experiment. It sure was not easy, the woman was not my most quiet patient. She yelled, she screamed, tried to scratch me with her nails, bite me… Ah! I so missed these patients, these with some hope left in them. She has this foolish thought that somebody is going to help. Good, indeed, like the good old time, when I was a more an active man. I shall now call her by her code name: Red. Well, her body is changing as I write to you. I would have watched it with my own eyes, but it was the time of my afternoon nap. I am currently watching her as I write. What a nice suffering face. I should have thought to give her some drugs to lower the pain, after all, new bones are growing fast in her body, her morphology is mutating. I have left her clothes too. I am old now; this is not a pleasure of my age. Still, I guess she does not like it right now, as her body grows a little, swelling, stretching the clothes, as painfully as jeans could be. I guess it is the tail that hurts her the most at the moment. The skin is also drying and slowly mutating into scales. Just fascinating, much more detailed than movies and the actress is a lot better than those Hollywoodian beauties; the make-up is so real… Maybe I should turn the experiment into a movie once I have no more business with her. I have a few friends in the movie industry; they might do some interesting things with these footages. Now she is struggling! It seems she figured out she is a lot stronger now. She is a bright one, or maybe she is just desperate. Whatever, the result is the same, she will turn into the lizard-like creature I have designed.

***

Complete! The transformation is complete! I now stare at this red scaly creature with a long tail, horns and claws. My monster is ready to get powered-up! She is pretty interesting at that size, but a little too weak. I want her to be bigger, a lot bigger! From now on, in a week, five days, she shall be ready to destroy this city. Actually, she will take the week to fulfill her growth and then destroy what is remaining of the city. It is just a small city anyway, not much of a big deal, but with a good ten thousand citizens. Enough for the experiment, but when it will be my turn, it will be much more catastrophic, I shall target a big city! But, I am a week from my experiment results dear Bob. And don’t worry, you are still my sidekick. I think I will leave Red the rest of the day to rest a little and calm down her temper. I can see with the cameras, and actually ear that she is breaking apart everything in the experimental room, even the bed designed for her. Too bad for her, she will have to sleep directly on the cold floor. She has grown in size and in strength, but I doubt she can manage to get out of the experiment room. Enough of this for today Bob, I will come to write in your pages tomorrow.

Experimental subject’s size measurement:
Height: 2.25 meters
Weight: 303.75 pounds
Body Condition: Recently Transformed

[Lloyd Shade]

Here's the Day 1 of the story (up above). Hope you enjoy reading. Comments are always appreciated. It helps bringing new ideas for upcoming parts of the story.

[dragon mith]

will the girl breck out?

[Lloyd Shade]

Unfortunately, I will not answer direct questions about what is going to happen next. Otherwise, where would be the suspense? Anyway, here is the last part of the journal. The rest of the story shall be in a different format. With this part, the prologue to a more complex story is complete.

Anyway, I will save the explaination for another post. Here is day #2 of the story.

[Lloyd Shade]

Day 2
Size measurement:
Height: 1.65 meters
Weight: 150 pounds
Body Condition: Ready for transformation

The Beginning: “Let’s Get Serious”
Journal Entry #3
Day 2: Time to Grow!

Good afternoon Bob! It is the last time my own hand shall write in you. I will leave you to the special care of my daughters soon. Oh, and I am sorry for what I did to your pages. I hope it did not hurt too much; I carved in the pages to place my Data DVDs. Only a couple of pages remain, so I need to make good use of them. I want you to know, before I move on to the last news, that you have been I really good sidekick. Only one task will remain and it is to deliver all my Data to my daughters, along with the short explanation I wrote in you. They should not be too rude with you, since it is my last command, but you know daughters Bob, sometime they just don’t feel like listening to their father. Alright, let’s not waste anymore paper.

First, Red had escaped during the night. She was a little faster than I expected, which indeed forwarded the rest of my plan. I hoped to perform additional test on her and test a special solution. Red has the potential to grow up to 100 meters, but there is only one issue; she will not find enough food for her size to do so, she shall be stuck at around 50 meters height. Since my solution is not tested, I prefer not to use it. There is only one way to reach this 100 meters and it will be to eat her when she will stop growing. This should not be a problem; I will add an attraction hormone to my body so she will naturally feel attracted to me. Then it will be easy to fulfill my destruction project. It is my grand final, you know Bob. There are no more tricks after that. My career is already over. It is time for retirement. I obtained the Golden Age Service Extension from the Mad Scientist Central Office. With the obtained GASE, I am able to receive a month, where I may continue being a mad scientist, passed the day of my retirement, which is today. For 50 years, I have been a Mad Scientist, I won some interesting prizes and awards and now I am at the end. There is nothing else for me to do than peacefully die, killing a bunch of innocents meanwhile and becoming a giant monster. It is a kind of a fulfilling dream Bob, my last chance to hurt people and to die as I always lived; in madness.

If you allow me to return to Red, Bob, I must say that even if it was unplanned to let her free this early, it does not change anything. She will eat and grow of her own “free” will. Actually, chemicals will trick her brain to keep eating and eat anything. To her eyes now, everything is eatable, plants, not only fruits and vegetables, but any organic plant. She will eat meat, any meat, from a living creature to a dead body, even a human body. She might even enjoy it. This is something rather important; she has the same potential as I, to reach a height of a hundred meters. This means that if I am not in condition to reach the goal, she could eat me and fulfill my plan, destroying the major city. If I am to fail, she shall succeed.

Regardless of the matter, this country shall suffer and there is only one man who can stop me now… Only my old nemesis can stop me now. I even called him an hour ago Bob! The sound of his voice brings me so much good souvenirs… Like the first time he tried to arrest me, all these memorable fights we had together. If it was not from him, I would have destroyed the world! I am so glad he stopped me, since thanks to him; I am now able to begin my most amazing plan ever! Anyway, the world would have been so boring if it was already destroyed. Ah, it sound funny to say, but he almost become part of the family. Each New Year Day, I sent him an explosive gift… It was the good old time, be we became old, both of us. My nemesis is named Lloyd Shade. He was the kind of the costumed lone-wolf superhero; he always worked alone and managed to counter my plans. Everything as an end though. He was arrested and put under public services duties and his identity revealed: Jack Lloyd. After that, he stopped fighting crime. It was one of my masterwork plans that worked and awarded me the Super Villain Award. Thereafter I got new enemies, but no one was worth my true nemesis. He did not care about the laws and acting as a good citizen, what he cared about was me, to stop me.

He was a good enemy. Incorruptible, none of my life & death bargains worked with him, he would face death to stop me without hesitating. This guy was a reckless hero worthy of my madness. Such an irony that what actually stopped him is the citizens that he had sworn to protect and it is a small child that brought him down. During a fight, to save her, he had to hurt her. He got seriously wounded himself to save most of my hostages, but he could not save them all and was brought to justice and declared responsible of all the death and wounds for not cooperating with the police. The police was of course powerless, but I manage to break him by turning the events against him, even funding his opponents at the tribunal. Now, he is retired as a superhero, he have a normal lifestyle, and I just call him! I told him parts of my plans, like my wish to destroy some cities, hurting people… Now, the choice is to him. It is forbidden for him to fight crime again, yet he knows that if he tries to warn the authorities, nobody will listen to him. How would it be? “I know that a 72 year old man wants to destroy the city, we need to stop him. How do you know that? He told me…” Nobody would ever listen to him. I do hope he will stop me and get arrested once again. It would be glorious to fall under my nemesis blows and even more glorious if he was punished for saving people once again after my death. Personally, I hope I will kill me. Otherwise, I will die of starvation anyway, but he does not have to know anything about this.

Well, dear Bob, this is the end of your remaining pages. Do not forget that all my hopes rest in your pages; you must be delivered to my daughters with everything your pages hold. Do this and you will have been my best sidekick. Now I must go. I have no fear, the transformation will give me a young body once again and I will at last feel the power that could allow Red to break free of the experimental room. Farewell dear Bob.

[gadabout]

The last two pages were riddled with errors, but thats ok, i make them myself.

Interesting story line though.

[dragon mith]

not bad, not bad at all...
but why the hight if it dosent change?