[ WP ] Dr. Frankenstein 's monster has just awoken for the first time . What happens next is not what the Doctor was expecting ...

The doctor drudgingly muttered `` let there be life'', and for the first time in many, there it was. 
 
 Nothing else in the chamber moved- the only movement was the slow expansion and compression of the creation's chest. The slow, yet arrhythmic motion transitioned into a synchronized cadence. With each diastole, exposed vessels rushed their first streams of dark crimson towards the heart visible through the creation's translucent skin; with each systole, the stream diverged into thousands of intricately woven branches of the creation's extremities. With each moment, each pulse grew stronger and the streams more turbulent. The thoracic cage of this creation, haphazardly placed as a mere garnish trembled with each period, and a bone slid out through a crevice of skin unclosed by the doctor. The doctor did not care- there was something greater that beheld him than a mere rib. 
 
 The doctor, unable to believe his observation, began to breathe heavily. It was his first work, out of seven attempts that showed any signs of vitality. He noted to himself, ecstatic, that he was headed towards the correct path. Then, something unexpected occurred: the once-cold and motionless fingers twitched, and the once-translucent flesh began to glow with a tapestry of pigments. Dr. Frankenstein's eyes swelled. 
 
 His own heart pounding, and sweat dripping from the furrows of his brow, the doctor decided to inject his creation with a white powder that he has concocted for himself for years to increase his stamina and alertness. `` It ca n't be'', he muttered to himself. `` I finally did it…'' 
 
 In a jolt, the monster rose from its table, and yelled `` NIGGA YOU GOT ANYMORE OF DAT CRACK!?''
