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Frankenstein

When obsessed university student Victor Frankenstein finds the secret of animating dead flesh, he tries to create the first of a master race, stitching rotting corpses into a superhuman giant. Then the ghastly thing opens its hideous, soulless eyes and Frankenstein flees into the night, shrieking with horror leaving a being who wants love and finds hate, wants friends and finds enemies, wants another and finds no one. Frankenstein is its father, mother, maker and living god, and Frankenstein has abandoned his own monster to a living hell of unutterable isolation. But now, unstoppable, the creature means to get revenge for having been born not by killing its creator...but by destroying everything he holds dear, and everyone Frankenstein loves...