The Strange Tales of Dr. Weird.

The castle is dark and forboding... a fitting prison to harbor the madness of one demented pony.

Reminescent of old canterlot architecture, it towers over the surounding island. A fortress dedicated to science nopony in their right mind would ever attempt. The rickety rope-bridge is the only way to access this place of exile, as the young pony could clearly see. He should not have come. This place was dangerous for full grown stallions, much less a pony who had just earned his cutie mark! His white coat and towering red mane look so out of place in the bleakness of the storm. He knows he must press on... it is his destiny. He crosses the bridge with trepidation. He has reached a gate. Padlocked. After fiddling with the offending object, he looked up into the storm in frustration. What he saw almost made him reconsider his decision. Belle Isle Asylum. This wasn't just an exiled unicorn, it was a very specific unicorn. Exiled for his madness, but still managed to carry his experiments out in secret. The young colt bucked the padlock as hard as he could, watching with satisfaction as the rusted thing fell to the ground in pieces.

As he neared the front door of the castle, the wind picked up its pace. Mad cackling echoed from within the twisted halls

of the castle. Swallowing his fears, Steve opened the front door to see a disheveled unicorn fiddling with a remote of

some kind. A yellow W adorned the flank of the purple unicorn that stood before Steve. Two white tufts of hair are all

that remain of his mane, kept warm by the clear glass cylinder encasing his head. Steve stopped, in awe of the legend that stood before him. Noticing he had an audience, Dr. Dülmen Weird paused for the longest second.

A gravelly, booming voice shook Steve from his daydreams, "You must be here for the open position! Quickly, prepare!"

Steve nearly didn't catch the lab coat and protective spectacles that were quickly launched at his head.

Donning them had filled him with a comepletness he hadn't felt since he had earned his cutie mark.

Realizing his impromptu assistant was prepared, Dr. Weird shook the room with his manly baritone, "GENTLECOLTS, BEHOLD!"

An explosion rocked the complex, obscuring what was said next. Steve's last thought was wondering just what he had gotten

himself into.