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Which Historical Lunatic Are You? (quiz)

MissHuff

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Providence, Rhode Island
I am William John Cavendish-Bentinck-Scott, the Fifth Duke of Portland as well!

That actually would be me if I were a duke living in England in the late 1800s. lol. The pink rooms, roasted chicken, and tunnels. all me haha.

Funny how I always imagined that after my death, they would discover among my things something ridiculously eccentric as I went over the edge in my old age.
 

GOK

One Too Many
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Raxacoricofallapatorius
Spitfire said:
WHAT????? Caligula!!!! Oh well...nothing wrong with lying around in togas enjoying life, grapes and slaves:rolleyes:

We think so alike, Soren! lol

Scott - porn? Your net nanny needs a spanking! ;)

All that stuff about Tesla has made my cheeks ache from laughing. What an amazing man! Oh, and Reet, thank you for the link. I'll have a look a bit later.
 

TheKitschGoth

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Brighton, UK
MissHuff said:
I am William John Cavendish-Bentinck-Scott, the Fifth Duke of Portland as well!

That actually would be me if I were a duke living in England in the late 1800s. lol. The pink rooms, roasted chicken, and tunnels. all me haha.

Funny how I always imagined that after my death, they would discover among my things something ridiculously eccentric as I went over the edge in my old age.

Heehee, me too.

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.

Right, I'm off to paint the house pink and buy some more wigs..
 

Kim_B

Practically Family
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820
Location
NW Indiana
You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!

A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other's language. However, after illness you became a tad unstable. When a raving lunatic ran up to your entourage spouting an incoherent prophecy of doom, you were unsettled enough to slaughter four of your best men when a page dropped a lance. Your hair and nails fell out. At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry's underskirts.

This brought on another bout of sickness, which surgeons countered by drilling holes in your skull. The following months saw you suffer an exorcism, beg your friends to kill you, go into hyperactive fits of gaiety, run through your rooms to the point of exhaustion, hide from imaginary assassins, claim your name was Georges, deny that you were King and fail to recognise your family. You smashed furniture and wet yourself at regular intervals. Passing briefly into erratic genius, you believed yourself to be made of glass and demanded iron rods in your attire to prevent you breaking.

In 1405 you stopped bathing, shaving or changing your clothes. This went on until several men were hired to blacken their faces, hide, jump out and shout "boo!", upon which you resumed basic hygiene. Despite this, your wife continued sleeping with you until 1407, when she hired a young beauty, Odette de Champdivers, to take her place. Isabeau then consoled herself, as it were, with your brother. Her lovers followed thick and fast while you became a pawn of your court, until you had her latest beau strangled and drowned.

A severe fever was fended off with oranges and pomegranates in vast quantities, but you succumbed again in 1422 and died. Your disease was most likely hereditary. Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges.
 

Fletch

I'll Lock Up
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Iowa - The Land That Stuff Forgot
Yet another Norton here

I abdicate San Francisco to my most royal forebears. Save me some morning fog and keep an Irish coffee steaming; I shall return.

Portland has a duke. Do they need a king? It's a shame that San Francisco has a king, Seattle a chief, while Portland only rates a duke and Vancouver a lowly captain.

I must have my Chief of Protocol look into the thing. Oh Chief!...CHIEF!!1...where has he gotten to?

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imoldfashioned

Call Me a Cab
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Location
USA
I'm the same as Tourbillion, Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved!

My favorite question on this quiz: Feelin' Papal?
 

Tom Mac

New in Town
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11
Location
Columbus, OH.
I am feeling Papal!

You are Pope Stephen VII ... or possibly VI!

Made Bishop of Agagni by Pope Formosus, you became Pope yourself in 896 by putting your immediate predecessor, Boniface VI, to death. Your reign lasted all of fourteen months. However, you firmly assured your place in history by putting the rotting corpse of the aforementioned Formosus on trial in the splendidly named Synod Horrenda. Naturally, Formosus was clad in full papal vestments. Having dug up the stinking remains once already, you proceeded to have them found guilty, reburied, re-exhumed, relieved of the three fingers of the right hand used in consecrations and finally thrown into the Tiber. All ordinations performed by the luckless Formosus were annulled. After this delightful display of gratitude, you were promptly strangled, paving the way for an increasingly short-lived series of successors and the reinstatement, dereinstatement and rereinstatement of Formosus' Papal deeds.
:D
Let us pray....
 

Sweet Polly Purebred

A-List Customer
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341
Location
Savoir Faire, North
Yet another Caligula minion :)

"Things went from bad to worse. When supplies of condemned men ran short in the circus, you had innocent spectators dragged into the arena with the lions to fill their place."

All in a day's work :D
 

Mr_Misanthropy

Practically Family
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Location
Chicago, Illinois
I too am Caligula.

About Emporor Norton, I first read about him several years ago, and his story really is fascinating. A self proclaimed Emporor these days would just be carted off to the local loony bin. That just goes to show he must have had some considerable amount of charisma.
 

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