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I’m Nicola Tesla.
I am Joshua Abraham Norton, first and only Emperor of the United States of America.
I was also Tesla…Diogenes the Cynic !
Brendon
Rysdad
December 17, 2006, 5:35am
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I’m Charles the VI of France.
In part, my bio said, “Your hair and nails fell out.”
Well, that’s half right.
Caligula.
Now there was a jolly, friendly chap if ever there was one.
Lissa
December 17, 2006, 5:58am
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Oh, awesome! I was Joshua Abraham Norton , Emperor of North America amd Protector of Mexico. (He’s always been one of my favorite historical characters. Here’s his wiki entry for the curious.)
Kat
December 17, 2006, 6:02am
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Joshua Abraham Norton, first and only Emperor of the United States of America.
Just like vivalostwages !
WhyNot
December 17, 2006, 6:07am
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I am Pope Stephen VII … or possibly VI!
Somehow, that doesn’t sound too good. He seems slightly saner than Drusilla on hippie blood in a den full of wolf puppies.
bbs2k
December 17, 2006, 6:28am
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Hey, I’m Charlea VI of France as well!
My favorite question had to be: *Would you consider your personal problems to be traceable to animal-related childhood trauma? *
Yes! That is me!
Hey, I’m Charlea VI of France as well!
My favorite question had to be: *Would you consider your personal problems to be traceable to animal-related childhood trauma? *
Yes! That is me!
No, I’M Charles VI of France!
Another Emporer Norton here, I come by it honestly.
Manatee
December 17, 2006, 6:44am
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Then beside our occupation, we have something else in common.
At least we make some good sourdough snacks.
So am I.
Shall we flip a coin to determine order, or shall I have to punish you after your death?
I’m Ludwig II, The Swan King of Bavaria!
This has made me absurdly happy.
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 circumstances.
Over your dead bodies! I’m the only Pope Stephen in this thread!
Hey, Guin ! Ya wanna get your freak on with a Pope?
WhyNot:
I am Pope Stephen VII … or possibly VI!
Somehow, that doesn’t sound too good. He seems slightly saner than Drusilla on hippie blood in a den full of wolf puppies.
Me too! I shall put you to death, like my predecessor Boniface!
No I am!!! Charles the Mad or Charles the Well Beloved. Both seem acurate.
Except I do still wash.
Another Emperor Norton here.
Heh … I’m William John Cavendish-Bentick-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.
Caligula. The other one here is just a pretender – if you disagree, talk to Incitatus’ rear end.
