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Monster Memories and Chilling Comments |
Bey, Professor Ardath
themummy@fpolitek.vasaria.ro |
Strangely, I found the nostalgic comments from old acquaintances and former students both touching and repellent -- but I genuinely dislike to be touched (an Eastern prejudice) so perhaps it's just me. |
Clops, Cy
polyphemus@odyssey.net |
Does anybody else remember the bewitching barmaid at Homer's Coroner Bar in Vasaria? Oh my god, she made pigs of the entire senior class! |
DeSade, Markie
cruelcreep@blackhumor.com |
One of the funniest things I remember is the day in Dr. Jekyll's chem class when one of the freshman mistook H2SO4 for H2O and took a big swig. It took the little jerk about three seconds to die. What yucks! |
delaw, sayrov
manimal@island.lostsouls.org |
i go doctor moroz law clas. he giv pop kwiz wat iz de law. i say not to run on all forz dat iz de law. ar we not men. not to eet meet that iz de law. ar we not men. not to spill blood dat iz de law. are we not men. hiz iz de hand dat mayks. hiz iz de hand dat heelz. hiz iz de hows of payn. i say al dis. it tuf kwiz al rite but i cram al nite befor so i do gud. doctor moro say so an he giv me dogy treet. |
Denham, Carl
kong@8thwonder.com |
Frankenstein University? -- It's money and adventure and fame! It's the thrill of a lifetime and a long sea voyage that starts at six o'clock tomorrow morning... no, wait, hold on, I was thinking of a totally different experience altogether. |
Donner, Bella
maneater@anthropo.phag.us |
As an honors student in the Ab Psych program, I was often privileged to attend Dr. Lecter's private parties -- wonderful affairs with elegant food and drink and very special dinner guests. They gave me a taste for the finer things in life, and I miss them terribly! |
Draculina, Drusilla
borgopass@carfax.abbey.org |
I still get chills when I think about the annual midnight concerts of our all-ghoul chorus. How I loved to listen to them -- "Children of the Night." What music they make! |
Fronkensteen, Victor
itsalive@excited.com |
It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils....by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. Man, it just don't get any better than that! |
Graves, M. T.
dungeon@shocktheater.com |
What a treat to find your webpage with scream-mail from old classmates I hadn't heard from in years -- I laughed at some of their comments til I thought I'd bust out of my coffin! Fangs for the memories! |
Lovecraft, Howie P.
cthulhu@arkham.com |
Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous. Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps be the ultimate exterminator of our human species. And that's the GOOD news! |
Nigma, E.
fromhell@whitechapel.com |
Beware I shall be at work on the 1st and 2nd inst. in the Minories at 12 midnight and I give the authorities a good chance but there is never a policeman near when I am at work. Yours Jack the Ripper. |
Nosferatu, Norbert
garlic@wolfbane.net |
For one who has not lived even a single lifetime, he is a wise man, Van Helsing! It was a great privilege to be a stakeholder in the good doctor's class on diseases of the blood. |
Pimpernel, Scarlett
zorro@alter.ego.org |
Did anybody else ever notice how old Dr. Jekyll and his creepy research assistant Hyde are never in the same room at the same time? What's THAT about? |
Poe., Eddie
nevermore@raven.com |
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow, from my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore. That two-timing little trollop... |
Snarloff, Morris
oldflattop@madlab.com |
The local townspeople were so friendly -- when I graduated they gave me a torchlight parade through the village, across the forest and up the mountain to the old windmill, where they put on a huge bonfire in my honor. One doesn't soon forget such treatment. |
Talbot, Lawrence
wolfman@llanwelly.wales.net |
Even a man who's pure in heart
And says his prayers by night,
May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
And the moon is full and bright.
So here's to the ladies we wooed at Dear Old F U!
-- Larry the Wolf |
Torrence, Jack
theshining@overlook.com |
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. A |
Ygor
sonofrank@blasko.com |
Long ago I work at this place as lab assistant. I like job, but not everyone is friend to Ygor. They hanged me once, they broke my neck. They said I was dead. Then they cut me down. Eight men say Ygor hang. Now -- eight men dead! All dead! They die -- DEAD! I die -- LIVE! Next time maybe they be nicer to Ygor. |
Yogami, Dr.
werewolf@london.com |
I enrolled at Frankenstein University after meeting the great Doctor Glendon when he led his ill-fated expedition to Tibet in search of the mariphasa plant. Once one is bitten by experimental science, there's no changing back! |
