Let me spin ye a horrifying tale! One of woe and pain and misery and suffering!
You missed a few commas...
It's called dramatic effect, Shiera! Now, as I was saying, this be the story of an old and crazy scientist named... Vincent Flankenstein!
I'm pretty sure the comma after the word 'saying' should be a colon.
Shiera, I'm trying to tell a story here, okay?
Okay.
So enough with the punctuational error stuff.
Okay, alright!
Thank you. A-hem, over a hundred years ago, in a small laboratory in a land far far away-
You missed another comma.
Oh for the love of biscuits... Fine! You tell the story!
If you insist. So, Doctor Vincent Flankenstein, a critically acclaimed yet nonetheless insane scientist, was beginning work on a new project. All his life, he had searched for, yet not found, the key to the creation of life. Through magic, it was impossible, but through science, this was not the case. Do you want to take over from here?
No, obviously my literature skills don't quite reach your expectations.
Alright then, be like that. Anyway, Flankenstein intended to give life, through the power of science, to a creature of his own design: a monstrous, equine being with green, patched skin and odd bolts protruding from his head. After numerous hours of work and the exercising of all of Flankenstein's scientific knowledge, he was able to create a form capable of withholding the essence of life once powered by a single bolt of lightning.
Continue.
You're pretty stubborn, aren't you?
No, apparently I'm just very illiterate.
*Aggravated Sigh*
The experiment was just about ready to take place, Flankenstein, being a pegasus, flew into the stormy sky and positioned a dark cloud directly above an antenna leading straight into his creation's heart. With a swift kick, a bolt of sheer energy electrified the laboratory. When Flankenstein returned to check if his plan had worked, he found nothing but an empty chair and a gaping hole in the wall.
Go on.
Are you going to be like this for the whole chapter?
Yep.
Really?
Oh yes.
*Sigh*
Alright, I promise I won't correct your poor writing skills.
Was that even an apology?
Fine, I'm sorry.
Alright.
Hugs?
Please.
Should we finish the story first?
I think it can wait.
It'll only take a minute.
Uh... Fine.
So, Flankenstein's monster (also known as just Flankenstein) had escaped. The creature fled to the nearest village, where it supposedly terrorised the local citizens.
However, some ponies say that he was merely defending himself and the villagers were actually the first to attack.
Other ponies say that Flankenstein was a horrible, mindless monstrosity who lived only to threaten pony kind.
Whereas some say that he was actually decently intelligent. Apparently he could talk just like a normal pony.
There's still a lot of mystery surrounding Flanksnstein.
Was he a Beast?
Was he a Being?
Where did he go?
Did he really exist? Who knows?
So... Hugs, now?
Didn't you use that joke a couple chapters ago?
Your point being?
Didn't you say that too?
Am I getting a hug or not?
Okay!