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There's a Creature in the bar.

His face is buried in one of several books, the rest being strewn on the table around him.

Anyone who feels up to getting that face un-buried can feel free to interrupt.

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He looks up again, worry written across his face.

"Then my existence has been recorded in some way by many, to be passed around among strangers? Am I merely suffered here as some curiosity? To be an unknown fiend seems more acceptable than to have all one's life readily apparent to any who may read."

Not all know. I'm a geek, and as bar security, I make it my business to check up on people. Many from Earth will know of you, or at least, of your creator. You are known as his monster in most writing, never having been given a name of your own.

*Tim pauses.*

You are no more a curiosity then Luke Skywalker, a man who anyone after 1980 knows his entire life story. Or then myself, a well known figure in these comic books. People know better then to ogle.

He gives this thought. "It is not an uncommon thing, then one may suppose? That, at least, may offer me some small comfort. Perhaps further judgement should be reserved until I may see what of my history can be found within these pages." He holds Frankenstein up, then inspects the outside from every angle.

*Tim nods.*

To be fair? You are nothign like the common image of the monster. You have brains, and can speak. The common image is much worse. But then, things often are, when misinterpeted.

*Tim vows never to show him Young Frankenstien*

"Am I then a mindless beast to any who have read this?" he asks, expression darkening. "By the title and what my own creator felt, I should have little surprise. My own brutish actions mated with his hatred of me could easily lead to such a portrait."

*he shakes his head.*

No, not from the book, from the movie.

"I fear I have never heard of such a thing," he says, looking to Tim for further explanation.

A movie?

*Tim tries to figure it out*

It's like a series of moving pictures ona s creen, palyed so fast it looks almost real.

He doesn't seem to understand, but he's trying. "Is it a forrm of magic, then?"

*Tim shrugs*

Any suffciently adavnced science is indistinguishable from agic, right?

"Perhaps," he agrees, "It is the stuff of science, then, this 'movie'?"

*Tim nods.*

Yup. Tell you what, when you finsih that book, come see me, I'll find youa mini dvd player and some different versions of your story.

A mini-who? He shakes his head in confusion, then nods. "I shall do so, friend Tim."

*Tim nods and is off.*

Be well friend Damon.

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