Which Historical Lunatic Are You?

[Alynna Lis Eachann]

You are William John Cavendish-Bentinck-Scott, the Fifth Duke of Portland!
Sometime Marquis of Tichfield, Earl of Portland, Viscount Woodstock, Baron of Cirencester, co-heir to the Barony of Ogle and renowned as the finest judge of horseflesh in England, you took the tradition of aristocratic eccentricity to unprecedented heights. Having inherited the stately home of Welbeck Abbey, you proceeded to construct miles of underground tunnels and a ballroom, in pink, beneath it. The ballroom was complete except for one small detail. It had no floor. Despite this vast home, you lived exclusively in a suite of five rooms, each one also pink.

Having been turned down by your opera singer objet d'amour, Adelaide Kemble, in your youth, you suffered a broken heart and never married. This did not stop you from caring deeply about the wellbeing of your servants. Occasionally you would even help them muck out the stables. However, you did not neglect discipline, forcing disobedient underlings to skate themselves to exhaustion on your subterranean skating rink. Servants were given strict instructions regarding conduct: if they met you in a corridor, they were to ignore your existence while you froze to the spot until they were out of sight; and a chicken was to be kept roasting at all times in case you felt like sneaking into the kitchen for a snack.

You became ever more eccentric with age. You built another tunnel, this time to the railway station, through which you would ride your carriage. When you reached the station your carriage, with you inside, would be hoisted up onto the train in its entirety.

Upon your death, your multitude of titles passed to your cousin, who was obliged to delve into your curious domain to find your body once the servants had reported your absence. Entering your private rooms, he found that, aside from a commode in the centre of your bedroom, the only objects in the whole suite were hundreds of hatboxes, each containing a single brown wig.

Weird. I thought I answered "no" to the wig question...

And other than the obsession with pink... mucking stalls and underground complexes - gods, that is so me!

[Edit: Took the Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You? test. *cough* Apparently I'm Ahhh-nold... ]

[matrixman]

That's the first I've read about Tesla. The man must have been an inconceivable genius.

I'm flabbergasted, too!

Meanwhile, I'm...Pope Stephen VI. I'm deeply appalled and offended. Heh. (Not a fan of the papacy or the Vatican)

Why couldn't I be a mentally fragile scientific genius like Tesla instead?

Oh, and I also took the nuclear survivor test. It seems I'll turn into the kid I hated at school...whatever that means.

[Cameraman Jenn]

Hey, I got Charles VI too!!!!

[CovenantJr]

Oh, and I also took the nuclear survivor test. It seems I'll turn into the kid I hated at school...whatever that means.

Me too

[Cameraman Jenn]

I know, it kinda makes me want to go back and answer as though I were a supervillian just to see who else I would be....

[Sorus]

I tried that - got Tesla. (Caligula the first time around.)

All the options seem to be male.

[Wyldewode]

That's sexist. . . where are the historical women lunatics?

[CovenantJr]

That's sexist. . . where are the historical women lunatics?

Come now...all women are lunatics.

[Queeaqueg]

I never knew the Tesla Coil existed. I thought it was something made up by Command & Conquer.

[aliantha]

It says I'm Joshua Abraham Norton, the first and only Emperor of the USA. But I'm *sure* that I *specifically* said that I did *not* know Mark Twain. Weird. Oh well, at least I get a nifty uniform.

And as a nuclear holocaust survivor, I would be a radioactive zombie freak....

[A Gunslinger]

I am:

You are Joshua Abraham Norton, first and only Emperor of the United States of America!

Born in England sometime in the second decade of the nineteenth century, you carved a notable business career, in South Africa and later San Francisco, until an entry into the rice market wiped out your fortune in 1854. After this, you became quite different. The first sign of this came on September 17, 1859, when you expressed your dissatisfaction with the political situation in America by declaring yourself Norton I, Emperor of the USA. You remained as such, unchallenged, for twenty-one years.

Within a month you had decreed the dissolution of Congress. When this was largely ignored, you summoned all interested parties to discuss the matter in a music hall, and then summoned the army to quell the rebellious leaders in Washington. This did not work. Magnanimously, you decreed (eventually) that Congress could remain for the time being. However, you disbanded both major political parties in 1869, as well as instituting a fine of $25 for using the abominable nickname "Frisco" for your home city.

Your days consisted of parading around your domain - the San Francisco streets - in a uniform of royal blue with gold epaulettes. This was set off by a beaver hat and umbrella. You dispensed philosophy and inspected the state of sidewalks and the police with equal aplomb. You were a great ally of the maligned Chinese of the city, and once dispersed a riot by standing between the Chinese and their would-be assailants and reciting the Lord's Prayer quietly, head bowed.

Once arrested, you were swiftly pardoned by the Police Chief with all apologies, after which all policemen were ordered to salute you on the street. Your renown grew. Proprietors of respectable establishments fixed brass plaques to their walls proclaiming your patronage; musical and theatrical performances invariably reserved seats for you and your two dogs. (As an aside, you were a good friend of Mark Twain, who wrote an epitaph for one of your faithful hounds, Bummer.) The Census of 1870 listed your occupation as "Emperor".

The Board of Supervisors of San Francisco, upon noticing the slightly delapidated state of your attire, replaced it at their own expense. You responded graciously by granting a patent of nobility to each member. Your death, collapsing on the street on January 8, 1880, made front page news under the headline "Le Roi est Mort". Aside from what you had on your person, your possessions amounted to a single sovereign, a collection of walking sticks, an old sabre, your correspondence with Queen Victoria and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. Your funeral cortege was of 30,000 people and over two miles long.

The burial was marked by a total eclipse of the sun.

[aliantha]

Yay! We can all be Emperor together!

[CovenantJr]

Perhaps, but some of us are a different class of emperor.

[drew]

You are Ludwig II, the Swan King of Bavaria!

Born with the name of Otto, you became Ludwig at the request of your grandfather, King Ludwig I, because you were born on his birthday. You became Crown Prince at the tender age of 3, and soon after stole a purse from a shop on the basis that everything in Bavaria belonged to you. Tragedy struck when your pet tortoise was taken away; relatives thought the six-year-old prince was too attached to it. Your childhood was lonely and formal. Once, you were prevented from beheading your younger brother by the timeous arrival of a court official. From the age of 14 you suffered from hallucinations.

Despite striking an imposing figure with your great height and good looks, your speeches were pompous to the point of incomprehensibility. You became even more of a recluse, often spending hours reading poetry in a seashell-shaped boat in your electrically-illuminated underground grotto.

You are most famous for building three fairytale castles - Linderhof, Neuschwanstein and Herrenchiemsee - at tremendous public expense. Declared insane and confined to your bedroom by concerned (and embarrassed) subjects, you escaped on 13 June 1886, but were later found drowned with your physician in Lake Stamberg in mysterious circumsta

[Wyldewode]

That's sexist. . . where are the historical women lunatics?

Come now...all women are lunatics.

That is all.



~Lyr

[Sorus]

This is just so wrong on so many levels...





Now put that with my results from the Name Dictionary: 'A real-life terminator'.



We've committed a crime against your soul...

[Creator]

This is just so wrong on so many levels...





Now put that with my results from the Name Dictionary: 'A real-life terminator'.



We've committed a crime against your soul...

Think of it my Captain ... in context with the mayhem we cause on Diablo II ... and how well YOU kill ... termin .. atrix !! Might be an apt designation!!

[Sorus]

Ya know, I'm halfway tempted to make that my new title.. or rank, or whatever we're calling it these days.

[jwaneeta]

Sigh. This is the second internet quiz to tell me I am William John Cavendish-Bentinck-Scott. Maybe I really was him in a past life. *carresses stockpiled hats*

[dANdeLION]

According to the test, I'm the 2nd lunatic on the right.