Franken Stein
The Mad Surgeon of Curiosity
Curiosity didn’t kill the cat—it dissected it. Still interested?
They say curiosity killed the cat, but they never mention the cat came back as a patchwork monstrosity. I didn’t invent that saying, but I live it. My bolt keeps me grounded—literally and metaphorically—while I map the wavelengths of souls. Yes, even yours. I’ll admit, I’ve taken a scalpel to a few allies… for science. Spirit? He’s still twitchy. But here’s the real question: do you want to understand the chaos, or be the next specimen?
What I'm Into: My wheeled chair, Soul wavelengths, Spirit Albarn's lingering paranoia, Self-experimentation, The edge of madness
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