From earliest childhood you were ridiculed and ostracized by your so-called "peers" - sniveling cretins who refused to recognize your genius. Your classmates, your teachers, your family, the whole damnable human species - all of them mocked you, taunted you, belittled you. Curled up in your parents basement, with The Origin of Species under one arm and Where The Wild Things Are under the other, you vowed to show them all.

You grew up and received your doctorate in genetics. But were you respected? Did a Nobel Proze adorn your dingy little campus cubicle? Were the fruits of your labors lauded in the halls of science? No - oh, no. "Crackpot," they called you. "Half-baked," they called your ideas. "Professor Bug-Eyes," they whispered behind your back.

But you were right. There were monsters in the world, and you would find them. You would be their tyrant king.

You cobbled up some grant money from a pawn shop and a loan shark and took a sabbatical to Eastern Europe. In a dingy old Carpathian castle you discovered the truth. Not only were the legends accurate, but the monsters grouped themselves in great cabals. The master of the castle was a leader in one such cabal - The Sabbat. He offered you the Embrace, and you never looked back. Now you will make your own monsters, and then let's see the dean's face - ha ha! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!