Ahhhh, today was just the day. Everyone was feeling strange. Must have been the full moon, or an airborne virus, or maybe just a cosmic shift. Either way, my friends and I decided that this was the day for an experiment. We gathered together in my home in Transylvania, a place full of secrets and enchantment. We turned up the punk rock music loud, the kind of music that makes you want to dance, and geeky jokes filled the air.
I decided it was time to put our collective imaginations to the test. First, we mixed our blood and created a mysterious substance with unusual properties. When we were done, we were curious to observe its effects, so we all cooked up a big pot of spaghetti, and added a pinch of the strange substance. We devoured the mixture, and discovered that it changed the way we thought and felt.
What followed was a wild night of experiments. We made starch monsters out of potato flakes, built a flying machine out of scrap metal and tissue paper (long story), and even tried our luck at night flying. But the craziest experiment of all was when we tested the effects of stress on our blood.
We divided our small group into two teams. Half of us stayed inside the house, safe from the incoming storm, and the other half ventured outside into the wet and wild night. The experiment was simple: the group staying inside would remain calm and observe the storm, while the group outside would get as stressed out as possible. After a few minutes, we reconvened, thrilled to find that the team that was outside had produced a substance in its body that tasted just like the special ingredient we had mixed into the spaghetti.
We had discovered what a vampirix needs to survive: stress. You would not find me talking about this discovery with anyone who wasn't part of our weird little experiment group, but I can tell you that those peculiar symptoms I usually get when I'm low on energy, disappear like a puff of smoke as soon as I get a rush of stress.
Maybe one day I'll find a way to bottle the stuff, or at least find a way to make it accessible by some other, less dangerous means. Until then, I'll just have to keep on rocking, punning, and sciencing my way through life. After all, that's what Mootzulea does best!
A distant cousin of Dracula, Mootzulea grew up in the hills of Transylvania, mainly in the area of Sibiu.
He knows a lot of jokes but is very determined into battles. He is passionate about science and has a lot of scientist friends. Therefore, you will have an increased production of scientists. He dreams of going to Mars one day.