"You call yourself a mad scientist? Where's your mad control group? Where's your mad lab manual? There's not even a mad fire extinguisher here, where are your mad safety protocols?"
Most of them are just mad engineers anyway.
Okay? I mean congratulations to them for thinking of it first, but I didn't realize it was a race.
@Nezchan I just meant to point to my response to the other person rather than repeating it.
@Felthry Oh, I see. Sorry, I get that kinda stuff in the "you repeated this person" sense sometimes so I thought it was more of that.
But really, where are the mad astronomers? The mad historians? Life's not all death rays and city-killing robots, you know!
I want a mad scientist who's actually got a reason to have a Jacob's ladder, beyond just decor.
@Nezchan You don't need a reason to have a Jacob's ladder.
If anyone's going to invent a working time machine, it's going to be a mad historian.
@Nezchan That's the problem! The mad historians have the motivation, but it's the mad physicists who have the means.
I smell collab!
I'm oddly reminded of this from Andy Weir, author of The Martian.
Looking at his Wikipedia page, i was surprised to see that Sarah Anderson of Sarah's Scribbles is working on a new version of Cheshire Crossing. I haven't read it yet but apparently it's being posted over at Taptastic.
@Nezchan
Story prompt:
Lightning strikes over a large castle on an island, all your typical mad-scientist stuff, then...
"So you're not going to dissect me and turn me into some kind of monster?"
"Oh heavens no, I'm a mad astronomer, not a mad biologist. I just wanted someone to help me take notes."
Then it turns into a master-apprentice romance.
Actually mad astronomer and large castle on an island would describe Tycho Brahe pretty well. That's where I got the 'help take notes' thing from.