He was the head of a pharmaceuticals company, as far as the public was concerned. Like I said, he had big aspirations to be a god. But he was smart enough not to run the prototypes on himself; he used unsuspecting passerby for that. Guys who wanted to make some quick cash, guys who thought it'd be fine — just one little bout of research and it was over.
Whatever the hell the guy was doing, it wasn't producing gods, but the reject pile was getting bigger and bigger and that made it harder and harder to keep things under wraps.
So a couple of pesky flies tracked him down and killed him, but not before he dosed himself with his own grand finale and made himself a monster for his troubles.
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There's a story of how he died, and then when four pretty dolls tried to bring him back they wrote the story of what happened to him after.
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Whatever the hell the guy was doing, it wasn't producing gods, but the reject pile was getting bigger and bigger and that made it harder and harder to keep things under wraps.
So a couple of pesky flies tracked him down and killed him, but not before he dosed himself with his own grand finale and made himself a monster for his troubles.