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Genre: Comic Adventure
Setting: WW II in the Pacific
DOCTOR FLINT IN THE PACIFIC
Deep below the Pacific Ocean, an American submarine speed along. Her name was the Persephone. She was a quiet, powerful creature with a thick metal skin and a deadly purpose. Inside her belly, navy men were huddled together as they traveled toward the Japanese occupied Island of Jujuba. Their mission was to stop the evil Nazi super scientist Dr. Holly Bader. She was turning prisoners from the islands Japanese POW camp into zombies, bent on eating their fellow Americans.
In a secret laboratory, deep in the bowels of the submarine, Dr. Augustus Flint IV was pulling at his thick graying hair in frustration. He was pacing back and forth, across the cramped, littered floor of his make-shift laboratory and spitting out curses. His pale blue eyes were shot through with red and he had not shaved, or eaten in forty eight hours. There were chemical stains on his white lab coat and one of his oxford shoes was untied.
Dr. Flint, doctor of biology, chemistry and mechanical engineering, was one of the most brilliant men in the world. He had studied at the finest universities and authored twenty well respected books. He had won many awards and was the toast of the academic cocktail party circuit. What he was not was patient, humble or forgiving. He was from an old blue blood family and he was better than any of his ancestors. If you asked him, he would assure you that there wasn't a finer mind in the whole world, than his.
"I just don't understand it! The formula was perfect! I accounted for every variable and I made sure that everything was recorded correctly. It should have worked!!!" Behind him, rows or guinea pigs in cages mocked him.
One shouted "What's up Doc? Can't even create a simple self pleasuring super serum? Look, its working!" The pig started to moan and groan, before falling down with laughter." Indeed, the formula had not worked. The somewhat good doctor had been working on mist that could travel over a battle field, and cause any enemy, including zombies, to desire nothing more than to lie down on the ground and masturbate. It should be able to end the war in a day, if they could drop the mist on a Japanese city. Still, it wasn't working! Some of the test subject had grown wings, or learned to talk, or started to scratch their bodies so much that they lost most of their hair, but not a one was going at it, with his own little paws.
"Something is missing!" Dr. Flint smashed his hand into a counter, bouncing the beakers around. "We will be at the island in twelve hours and they are expecting me to perform a miracle." He needed a miracle.... He needed coffee. Where was that daft girl? She was always running off when he really needed her assistance. "Miss Shaw! Where are you?" He started moving around the laboratory, peering behind filing cabinets and under tarps.