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Post by Nurse Crayzee on Aug 29, 2020 19:26:07 GMT 1
Checklist:
Pliers Saw Electric Saw Various power tools Forceps Body Straps Long needles Very Long needles Impaling sticks
For Vampires: Garlic Salt Ropes Chains Steel Coffins
Misc: Various sedatives Tranquilizers Wolfbane
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Post by Karl Rudolph Totmacher on Aug 30, 2020 14:39:48 GMT 1
Doctor Totmacher picked up the tongs with his gloved hand to transfer the beaker back to the flame. The beaker contained a reddish liquid that almost immediately began to simmer. He removed his gloves and gazed up at the portrait that dominated the north wall.
"I will not fail this time," he told the stern moustachioed figure.
He did feel hopeful. A new influx of specimens meant that there were new abilities to be studied. No two were ever alike. No two immortal creatures, no two human monsters and no two telepaths. Each ability was a part of the very fabric of each individual, sunk deep in each delicate whorl of the brain, in each quivering fibre and cord.
He locked the door, then shuffled over to a steel panel inset with controls and flashing lights and programmed a sequence of commands. A second, smaller panel glided out. After inputting the correct commands there, he brushed back his wavy white hair and attached a long cable to the tip of the blue electrode that was embedded in his brain. He engaged power. His hand twitched at his side. Just a little boost was all that was needed.
When he was finished, he hid the device again, poured a glass of milk and donned his gloves. His breathing was laboured, but otherwise no ill effects. He retrieved one of the precious vials of vampire blood and added it to the glass of milk.
He glanced up at the portrait again. "Mein Kaiser!" he said. Then he toasted the painting with the glass of milk and drank it. Wilhelm II stared back impassively. Karl Totmacher might once have served the German king, but Wilhelm was long dead.
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Post by Karl Rudolph Totmacher on Sept 6, 2020 10:05:25 GMT 1
Not all of Totmacher's laboratory was given over to blood experimentation.
Once he had distilled his blood solution, he transferred it to a test-tube. Then he placed it in the centrifuge which was set to maximum. As the machine shook, he shuffled to the other side of the room, opening a door with the use of a keycode, and then through the thick plastic sheeting that curtained off the other laboratory. There, he inhaled the rich scent of blood and bleach.
The pitiful creature that was laid out on the metal table no longer possessed the capacity to move. In spite of this, it was secured with thick metal restraints at its wrists, upper arms, ankles, knees, thighs, chest and neck. Yet another trapped the top of its head. Wild black eyes followed Totmacher’s movements.
"Guten Abend," said Totmacher. He ran a covetous hand over the creature's smooth and naked belly.
There was a needle taped to the thing's arm. Through it, a trickle of red flowed via a tube to a blood bag. A creature like this could offer much more than blood. Totmacher had already taken samples of spinal fluid, cerebrospinal fluid from its brain, pleural fluid from its lungs and gastric fluid from its stomach. All of these would yield to him their secrets.
The creature’s chest rose and fell rapidly.
“We haven’t finished,” Totmacher smiled.
The thing made a low keening sound.
“I know,” Totmacher soothed, lowering his face to that of the creature. “Soon, my friend. But I think you’ll find this procedure very interesting. Yes, very interesting indeed.”
The thing’s neck corded with tendons as it pushed against its restraints. One large vein pulsed. Totmacher laid his finger on it. “Your body is strong. Ja. It manufactures more blood even now. It keeps pace with the blood that it loses. I will understand how it does this.
“But not tonight.” He moved over to the surgery trolley and inspected the instruments laid out for him.
“Tonight, my friend, I need a sample of humor vitreus.” He turned back to the thing on the table. “That’s the fluid that fills the space between the lens and the retina of your eye. Ach, don’t worry. It will be easy. Sehr mühelos. If you close your eyes, I can just cut away your eyelid.”
He picked up a viciously-sharp scalpel as the creature began to scream.
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Post by Karl Rudolph Totmacher on Sept 20, 2020 12:46:35 GMT 1
Doctor Totmacher secured the doors and sighed. He didn't like leaving the ordered environment of his laboratory but, as he had explained to Wilhelm II's stoic face, it was sometimes necessary for the Work to continue and that was all that mattered.
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