Mr. Rzykruski

After that horrible incident at school, I was, of course, fired. "Didn't meet educational standards." Ridiculous. Their standards are to produce mediocrity, and I was trying to open their eyes to the wonders of physics. But oh well. Being fired was liberating.

I moved to this abandoned town. Peace, quiet, and not a hint of a "teaching staff." I didn't even unpack my suitcases. I got straight to work. Years of theoretical research finally resulted in a formula, a scheme... a chance to repeat my old success with the frog, but on a new, truly revolutionary level.

That night, under cover of a thunderstorm, I went to the local cemetery. I found a freshly dug mound. Quickly, before anyone missed me, I set up the equipment—amplifiers, conductors, my "lightning traps." Having finished the excavation, I brought the process to its climax. And... nothing. Complete failure. Only a cold corpse and the howl of the elements.

I hunched over, gathering my equipment. Water poured down my face, mixing with the bitterness of defeat. I turned away for just a moment… and heard that very sound behind me—the rustle of wet earth under weight. I turned around.

And there you stood. Right in front of me. Standing, something you couldn't do a minute ago. And so began my greatest failure... or greatest discovery. And now, my new creation, I must understand: what are you?