Herbert West

Real Name: Herbert West
Date of Birth: Around 1950s
Place of Birth: Unknown
Race: Caucasian Sex: Male
Height: Unknown Weight: Unknown

Current Location: West, once an inmate at an old prison, has escaped his incarceration.

STOPPING THE ROT

What does everyone on this planet have in common? Well we're all gonna die!, that wasn't a threat and I'm sorry if it has come as quite a shock to some of my more naiive readers out there but it's a fact. So if some goggle-eyed frinkster scientist was on the evening news claiming he and his team have discovered a cure for death how would you feel? Relieved? Maybe, but think of the consequences - more traffic congestion, over population, and even more of those people out there who actually like Sex in the City...its a thought that keeps me awake at night.

Well when all's said and done Herbert West steps forward and claims his title. For Herbert has discovered a serum to reanimate the dead. But Auntie May and Grandpa Al ain't nothing like they used to be. These corpses don't simply wake up and get on with things, they become rather agitated zombie killing machines.

Herbert West can almost be laughed off as just another one of those run-of-the-mill cliches. "A mad scientist", how many times have we read that in a synopsis? But Herbert's different, he really is one disturbed individual intent of giving life to the decay. Of course he has his critics (don't we all?), but even the late Dr. Hill whom tried his very hardest to steal Herbert's hard work found out (albeit the hard way!) that West's serum was a success.

OK so Herbert isn't necessarily looking to go around purposely killing victims to test his new life enhancing goo but still the means, the ability and the outcome gives Herbert his much deserved Psycho crown. Because he is, for all intents and purposes, a bit of a loon. Maybe its that slick trim haircut or pursed lips but underneath the white coat is one crazy dude. Of course a relaxed and polite exterior but trustworthy when it comes to him arranging your mothers funeral? well gee - I don't think so.

Think about it. You're sat down having a quick hand of poker with the likes of Hannibal Lector, Jason Voorhees and of course our Herbert. Lector's needless poker face well hidden by the grated mask concealing most of his face. Jason's moronic display of card cutting with the use of a dangerously sharp machete. And Herbert sat quietly deciding between the salt and vinegar or cheese and onion Pringles. A cosy set-up you might think (or not). But it's not until Jason rips you into several pieces on the card table over some harmless bluffing, Hannibal chews up the loose bits as appetisers and cracks open a bottle of the Cianti that you begin to think. "Sure, I'm in pain now, but I'll be dead soon and I can rest in peace." But you'd be wrong because just before your brain and spine are severed you notice Herbert taking a syringe from his case. You don't wanna be roaming the streets at night in this cold and feeding on brain scraps, what kind of life is that? Well what kinda of afterlife is that?

Herbert West is unlike many of the other Psycho's featured in this section but psychoticness comes in so many forms. You don't have to be killing, slaying nor butchering. Let's tip our hats to the deranged, disturbed and drooling.