Monsters

Feverishly I work into the night, a possessed man hunched over his work station. Churning out monster after monster, Flawed Failures. Sweat builds on my brow as my creations are hacked, cut, stitched, reshaped and reformed, ghoulishly born into this world, to be let loose on the populace. Tradition would dictate that I performed my experiments in the basement of a shadowy castle, powered on only by a candle. My maniacal cackling breaking over the roar of the thunder and the rapid onslaught of lightning as the world outside crumbles in the gale of my imagination. I get stuck in elbow deep until demented and bloodshot I send my beasts out, into the unknown. To bring me fame and riches. And if you ever saw one of my monsters you would know, as each one of them has my heart.