Post by Frank on Feb 16, 2012 10:36:05 GMT -5
You are trying to understand madness with logic. This is not unlike searching for darkness with a torch.
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Welcome to the game; you are The Mad Hatter
REAL NAME:: Jervis Tetch
ALIGNMENT: Town
GENERIC: Vanilla
WIN CONDITION: All Scum and malicious third-parties (if any) are neutralized.
BACKGROUND:
Let them say what they will; yours is the heart of a collector. You enjoy putting things with other things, things like the first things, all in splendid order with lovely labels and pins. Hats, coins, terrified screaming people - they all go so nicely in neat little rows, don't they?
Of course, the Batman never liked your little displays - he never understood the appeal of a perfect, matched set. So when the tide finally swept him away four years ago, it made your meanderings so much simpler - no one to bust in and free the flies from your carefully designed webs, no one to punch you in the delicate jaw... it was paradise. Well, for everyone except the 23 people locked in your basement. But a good collection requires sacrifice.
And now, suddenly, the Bat is back. You're not dismayed; you're delighted. For all the chapeaus, beanies, bowlers, caps, helmets, fedoras, babushkas, and coifs you've assembled in the catacombs below your little apartments, the choicest of all - the cowl - has always remained elusive. You had thought it lost forever, but you see?
Good things come to psychopaths who wait.
POWERS:
You have no special powers or abilities of which you are aware.
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Welcome to the game; you are The Mad Hatter
REAL NAME:: Jervis Tetch
ALIGNMENT: Town
GENERIC: Vanilla
WIN CONDITION: All Scum and malicious third-parties (if any) are neutralized.
BACKGROUND:
Let them say what they will; yours is the heart of a collector. You enjoy putting things with other things, things like the first things, all in splendid order with lovely labels and pins. Hats, coins, terrified screaming people - they all go so nicely in neat little rows, don't they?
Of course, the Batman never liked your little displays - he never understood the appeal of a perfect, matched set. So when the tide finally swept him away four years ago, it made your meanderings so much simpler - no one to bust in and free the flies from your carefully designed webs, no one to punch you in the delicate jaw... it was paradise. Well, for everyone except the 23 people locked in your basement. But a good collection requires sacrifice.
And now, suddenly, the Bat is back. You're not dismayed; you're delighted. For all the chapeaus, beanies, bowlers, caps, helmets, fedoras, babushkas, and coifs you've assembled in the catacombs below your little apartments, the choicest of all - the cowl - has always remained elusive. You had thought it lost forever, but you see?
Good things come to psychopaths who wait.
POWERS:
You have no special powers or abilities of which you are aware.