Frankensteins Double Wedding

The year is 18__. The place, well, perhaps it is Geneva, Switzerland, but perhaps it is anywhere at all, anywhere that a person of science, unbound by foolish reason and morality, may conduct vital research into the alchemical arts. There will be townspeople, of course, though they may be a cowardly and superstitious lot in the face of your particular genius. But you are not alone. Some time ago, your experiments into MASTERY over LIFE and DEATH bore wondrous and terrible fruit: from lightnings jolt and the base elements of the dead, you birthed a new creation unto the face of the Earth (LIKE ...