Right, lets hit this with a bat and get going!
TURN ZE-ZE-ZER...... ZERO!Name: Paranatural The Extra-Medium
Profession: Geneticist
Madness Type: They all called me insane when I said I'd make Clown Trees, but look who is insane now!!!!
Catch Phrase: That's using your DNA!
Plot 'line': Make the world a better place. Everything can be made better using chaotically applied DNA changes. EVERYTHING.
You wake up and observe your surroundings... All looks good an- WHAT THE HELL! You jump out of bed and race over to a pot plant. "This isint.....GOOD ENOUGH!" you scream at the flat leaved plant. It stares straight back at you. "Ow yea???" you scream. "We will see whos laughing when you become.... A CLOWN TREE!". You laugh evily as you drag the pot into your underground lair.
Name: USEC OFFICER Richt von Baroff
Profession: Professional Renactor
Madness Type: Believes it's still 1801. Believes that he is God's gift to women.
Catch Phrase: Whop! (Usually followed by a plevic thrust.)
Plot Line: Trying to crush the French Revolutionaries for the Hapsburgs. i.e. The Austrians.
"And what will you have to drink, kind sir?" asked the posh waitor. "I'll have a bundeBURN.... it's a little bit posh, eh what" you reply. Since those dam revos kept trying to get control, you have had hardly any time for a break. As you sit there swishing your drink, you think to your self. 'How can I kill the bastards easily'. Just as your about to make a plan, a very hot woman walks past you. You rush up quickly and shout loudly "Whop!", which you folow with a pelvic thrust. LETS GET IT ON.
Name:Maxicaxi the potato of doooooooom
Prof: starcraft pro
Madness type: I will create zerglings I will!
Catch phrase: zergling rush!
Plot 'line': wants to create zerglings
Hehehehehehehehehe.... SNORT. You have just bet the starcraft game, patched to number 1.28, after the time of one week, on super hard. As you start snorting and laughing with awsomeness. A box pops up with the chilling words... 'I chalange you to... A ZERGLING WAR!'. Suddenly your screen is filled with nothing but the game. Clicking your fingers, you say very nerdily "Lets get it SNORT on". You take a swig of the hard stuff (Arctic dew, code yellow) and start to burn your life away.
Name: Ochita The D&AD Nerd
Profession: 'Fighter'!
Madness Type: I roll a d20 to intimidate you. "20"!
Catch Phrase: All right! Natural 20!
Plot 'line': To gain ultimate Loot!
You drive over to the libary in your very flash, bad boy car. You flick a cig off your ear and place it in your mouth, lighting it with a flick of your wrist. You do a pullie as you go into a parking spot. You open the door, your bad boy suit swaying in the wind. Outside is a red carpet, lined with hundreds of nerds, wana-be cool guys and hot chicks all wanting YOU. You walk down the red carpet into the libary. Just as your about to enter, you turn and say "All right! Nautral 20!". The frount row of hot chicks all pass out. You walk into the libary and sit at your seat. Welcome to the D&D olympics.
Name: WOlfchild (the wannabe)
Proffesion: "Wolf watcher"
Madness Type: THinks he is a werewolf, all evidence to the contrary is wiped from his memory
Catch phrase: You're Mine ... Iiin about (checks watch), (says however many days it s til full moon)
Plot line: Trying to become a werewolf, although he totaly is already
"OOOOOOOooooo!" you scream... No wait thats a ghost noise. Why would an awsome werewolf like me make a ghost noise? Before you can even think it over, you forget. I mean come on, your a werewolf already any way, who cares what you say. You jump out of bed and look out the window to your abandond swamp area that you decided to live in. I mean what self respecting werewolf DOSINT live in a swamp. You look on the calender and you notice that in two days, your real form will be shown. Excelent...
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Topic: 'Controlled' madness - A ('serious') attempt at ploted madness (Read 4407 times)