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Friends, Mushroom Jack here again with
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more words of warning. There was a
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doctor by the name of Herbert West, who
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in his search for longer life, grew
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obsessed with death. He was a brilliant
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man, if an egotist, and single-minded in
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his development of a serum to reanimate
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the dead. But the science was imperfect,
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and his subjects returned with
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perversions of themselves, if at all.
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Such work required caders and even as a
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doctor at Mscatonic University, Herbert
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hit limits. So when typhoid broke out,
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he considered it a blessing. And while
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he did not actively encourage its
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spread, neither did he try to prevent
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it. He made dozens of serums with dozens
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of failures, each of whom reemerged in
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the world screaming with agony and
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malice until at last success. The
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subject, a boxing champion, awoke with
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his faculties intact.
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West celebrated his own genius. Even as
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the boxer rose to point at the doctor,
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Herbert was confused. Then the door flew
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open, and his many failures flooded into
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the room to tear him limb from limb. And
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when it was done, the boxer smiled and
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followed his kin into the night.
