This troper used to want to be one. Probably why he enjoys ''DwarfFortress'' so much.

In this troper's youth, I used to pretend to make mad potions out of soda and fruit juices, pretending they were alien and/or enchanted. Of course, I'd test them myself, pretending to have wacky side-effects, like breathing weird energy (actually a sparkly pom-pom I'd wave around my mouth), and becoming a monster... Yeah, I was ''weird!''

Depends on how far back it was. If you were over 14 at the time, I'd say yes, you were weird. Of course, we're all mad scientists here, weirdness is the order of the day! (Did anyone see where my antimatter-spitting hamster went? BOOM Oh there it is.)

Are you saying weirdness in youthy... youthy youthness is considered ''normal?'' Well, yeah, but there was definitely ''more'' where ''that'' came from. (By the way, I think I did this "performance" for my mom... and ''no'', it was ''my'' idea.)

What I'm saying is that an overactive imagination as a child isn't really that odd. Then again, that's me up the top, so any judgement on "weird" will understandably be filtered through a mind that, at 9, was building nonfunctional mad-science LEGO devices and giving them as many as a dozen different overly complicated names over the course of five minutes.

This Troper came up with the following: An artificial enzyme that breaks down the phospholipids in cell membranes, an MMORPG character creator-style "Make your own TykeBomb" machine, a ray that removes an object's ontological inertia, and a toaster that makes fish fillets. (Note: No, I have not actually built any of these.)

This troper's niece once conducted a cybernetics experiment involving a furby, a bag of ham and a staple gun. The carpet still has burn holes.

I think that might be one of the greatest examples of a NoodleIncident ever.

This troper could possibly qualify as a thwarted MadScientist. Let me put it this way, I'm the 'I wonder what'd happen if I add this to that' type, only my preferred field is biology instead of chemistry. Think about it. I wanted to be a genetist when I was younger, but as it turned out a)I had little patience with proper scientific methodology or the paper work that went with it, and b)me and lab equipment didn't mix, so I gave up on that. In hindsight it was probably for the best as I probably would've ended up getting into trouble for doing something... inventive.

Are you me? Until I figured out that I had the work ethic of a chunk of granite, I was determined that someday I was going to be a geneticist, dammit!

Nah, I'm pretty sure that we're different people, for one thing I changed career plans every year or so, so I probably wasn't all that determined.

Last couple of days, I read how difficult it was to track down the sex trade and to find both perpetrators and victims. Then I came up with a virus shell that contains a certain RNA when put in a human host would produce proteins which glows when hit with a Infrared or other non visible form of EM spectrum (as a precaution they'll be programmed with limited life-cycles but the proteins would remain with nonlethal side-effects). Willing hosts will be chosen to spread the virus by simply entering the above mentioned enterprises or similar situations. Then they'll be discretely pulled out after allowing the vectors to spread. Using a satellite imaging system, equipped to emit the frequency of light that activates the proteins, we can track the progress of the vectors within both the victims and willing participants. Through simple detective work we can track down those involved by using amount of "glow" proteins in the body (since virus has limited life expectancy) and the photos from the satellite. Then appropriate measures can be taken.... After explaining my idea to my mother this conversation happened. #QUOTE#Mom: [Troper] do you understand the concept of...privacy and ethics? #QUOTE#honjae: screw ethics.

For what's worth, this troper thinks your idea was actually pretty clever, albeit very appropriate for this trope (your response to your Mum clinched it). But then I'm the 'thwarted MadScientist' above, so I'm probably biased.

RadicalEd: This troper, as a running gag amongst friends, is considered a mad scientist, in spite of not being particularly good at any sort of science. But joking about doing morally vague things for SCIENCE! is quite entertaining.

I'm considered a mad scientist among friends. I suppose my {{Evil Laugh}}, {{Doctor Horrible}}-esque welding goggles, labcoat, and top grades in science class don't hurt.

This Toper is a bit too fond of filoviridae. And tuberculosis. She's just waiting patiently for M. tuberculosis to become completely drug-resistant. And spends time figuring out how various infectious diseases could make zombies.

This Troper goes into a Girl Genius style Madgirl mode whenever her muse hits her for creative arts and crafts ideas, for example just today "yes yes! they DO have holofoil paper that will work in inkjet printers I knew it! MEHEHEHEH this plays right into my hands! that's it Amazon, with but this ten dollar purchase and soon I will be printing out designs to run trough my sticker making machine and soon SOON! I will make my own holofoil stickers to stick in my notebooks! LAZER BLAZERS WILL LIVE AGAIN! BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

This troper is the proud inventor of a device which, by use of an extremely powerful anode, rips the electrons away from things (and people) and causes them to evaporate into a cloud of positive ions, a weapon which fires a stream or pulse of strangelets at a planet, a device which simultaneously splits all the atoms in an object (or person) and a forcefield which works by use of an ionising discharge of electricity into the air immediately followed by the activation of carefully placed anodes, holding the ionised air in a lattice. When he figures out how exactly to produce them, you'll all be on your knees. Ahahaha. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. AHAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAAAAAA!

I've also now figured out how to link a human brain to a remotely-controlled body, à la ''Avatar''. In theory. It probably wouldn't work in practice, at least until we map the brain more thoroughly.

This troper has a MadScientist fetish. It's probably going to land her in terrible trouble someday.

Grab your lab coat, you've just pulled.

This troper is thinking up things such as a viral vector to insert the plasmid to produce chemicals that inhibit acetylcholinesterase into synaptic cells to market as a long term BDSM sexual enhancer due to its property of inhibiting the termination of nerve impulses, leading to prolonged sensation, however, I believe sensory overload may be a problem. I also wish to genetically engineer a strain of solely mucocutaneous leishmania in order to have a protozoan parasite that will rapidly eat peoples' faces. Plus Leishmania is normally transmitted by a sandfly known as Phlebotominae, which is close enough to make this actual {{applied Phlebotinum}}. I also already have a lab coat, vault 101 boiler suit and gas welding goggles.

@/RainbowPoof is regarded as a sort of mad scientist by her friends. Even when she doesn't do anything particularly mad scientisty, her friends always suspect that there is some strange reason behind whatever she may be doing and that it is all part of some "plan" she has.

This troper has always been considered a little.... odd, but you'll all stop laughing when I figure out how to steal that jellyfish's immortality.

I will not be intimidated by a man with the powers of a creature that dessicates and dies in humidity lower than 95%, but enough talk,take up your death ray, HAVE AT YOU!

@/MsChibi is now regarded as a MadScientist. A friend of hers put as his status something imploring others to take a stand against bullying (in light of the recent suicides.)The troper was in the lab for cell bio, waiting for yeast cells to incubate with lysozymolase. (The idea being to destroy their cell walls to see the nuclei better.) She then wrote in "comments", "If you must destroy something, destroy yeast cells, not others' lives." (Which, he being a graphic designer and not a biologist, was more than a little confused about.) The confusion got cleared up afterwards. It is now an inside joke: "You'll be happy to know I did not destroy any poor, defenseless yeast cells today."

You remind me of one of the postdoctoral researchers I happen to share a supervisor with. His work, as he puts it, consists almost entirely of "killing cells and then blowing them up to see how they died". My research isn't nearly as exciting, but I have been known to argue with pieces of glassware, triumphantly declare that "I'VE MADE ORANGE STUFF!" and break out the old EvilLaugh when reactions start actually ''working''. Not that I'm crazy or anything. Not me. No no no no. Honest.

This troper's best friend and, to a lesser extent, this troper. My best friend is getting his degree in neuroscience and genetics, which has been deemed by our group of friends as "the mad science program." Together, he and I have spent more than a lot of free time building Jacob's ladders, Tesla coils and moonshine stills, as well as testing the flammability of various objects, making dry ice bombs and messing with remote control electronics. Studying theoretical physics is a side hobby of mine. Another friend successfully grew cancer cells one summer, just because he could.

This troper used to enjoy mixing fruit drinks with just about anything drinkable when he was eleven. Needless to say, I was the only person prepared to drink them, as I was the only person who knew what was in them. I've also had some pretty mad ideas (one that stands out is why choir's don't ski at the same time, although I've developed some funny theories involving space travel such as why we don't use nuclear power to travel into space and comparing the universe to a spilt bottle of beer).

At one point during an educational role-play at school, this troper talked about "safety parameters" in a DangerouslyGenreSavvy manner when the teacher told me "You're student, not a mad scientist." I've also been told that when I rub my hands out of boredom, it makes me look like one.

This troper, in spades. She may seem like a harmless nonruminant nutritionist/animal behaviorist, but I get dangerously Sparky at times, especially involving speculative biology, dog training, and/or building things. I also have quite the maniacal laugh. (This isn't a new thing, either. As a kid I was always trying some odd science experiment that sent my mother reaching for the fire extinguisher/circuit breaker/first aid kit/antacids/all of the above).

Yeah I play the Bard in Dungeons and Dragons they all laughed at me, they all said my magic was terrible and that I should roll a wizard. They won't be laughing for long.

This troper is friends with a scientific genius who is also completely insane. As in, he actually highlighted and detailed a plan for world domination. I, for one, blame it on the fact that he grew up on SuperMilkChan

This Troper's discussions with another student sometimes turn towards the comparison of DwarfFortress dwarves and tree huggers. I counter his arguments by thinking of extremely complicated machines to render his argument void by rendering his tree huggers void. We also discuss on how to use medieval weapons in the most effective way. And then some about how quantum mechanics could be (ab?)used to gain enormous power. We're frequently told that we're insane, but we take it as compliment.

For a chemistry final project, this Troper was landed with...invisible ink. Not to be discouraged for long, he went out of his way to use as many carcinogenic, explosive, volatile, toxic, and otherwise hazardous materials as possible, to avoid your run-of-the-mill, lemon-under-the-lamp inks... His personal favorite was a simple, innocent, water-based and heat-activated red ink, paired with a second concoction that rendered it invisible again--all fine and good, except that any /consequent/ attempts to read it would produce an illegible splotch and a large cloud of poison gas...

In the 1980s, when he was in elementary school, this troper was a huge fan of TheRealGhostbusters and once made a drawing that, to the amazement of his classmates, explained how he imagined a proton pack to work: by using electricity to strip electrons off hydrogen atoms and repel them into a stream. In 2011, he built a functional ion ray gun that works almost exactly like that. The only difference is that the ion ray gun uses the surrounding air instead of hydrogen, because electrifying hydrogen in the presence of oxygen would result in a big explosion.

In the 1990s, the same troper as above read an alarmist article about subliminal messages. He then got the idea to design an "electronic persuader" consisting of a GameGear displaying an animation with an order hidden in some of the frames. He later empyrically discovered that it would not work by making such an animation on his computer and showing it to someone (that person would become aware of the hidden order). Even later, he got the confirmation that it would not work by reading more recent articles about subliminal messages.

The same troper as above, during the virtual reality craze of the 1990s, also got the idea for a dream-recording machine. It would consist of electrodes to pick up signals from the visual cortex and auditory cortex in the brain, a computer to encode those signals as a video and a head-mounted display to reproduce them. Of course, now he is aware that we would need a much better knowledge of the human brain to make it work.

This troper, in the 1980s, had been misled by a literal interpretation of an obscure Italian figure of speech, into believing that it was possible to turn people into Incredible Hulks by injecting bile into their blood. He had even devised a possible procedure to do so, consisting of administering choleretics to a volunteer in order to increase their bile secretion, then performing an abdominal incision to expose their gall bladder, extracting bile from it with a syringe and injecting it into the bloodstream (mind you, this troper was '''eight''' when he thought this). Years later, he understood what would have happened instead (death by poisoning by bile salts) after reading some papers written in the 1900s about the same experiment, performed on dogs.

I'll admit, I do love to ham it up as a mad scientist, though my philosophies and theories on politics are the more morally ambiguous thoughts that frequent my mind. Doesn't mean that I'm not the real deal though. I once BUILT a pneumatic kitchen knife launcher when I was 14. I'd still have it, but I dismantled it in shame when I couldn't find a way to stabilize the chosen projectiles trajectory without modifying the knives themselves. After all, a knife launcher is useless when the knives always hit handle first. Some of my untested theories involve a jetpack that relies on thrust vectoring and a particularly potent fuel source to achieve flight without wings. I've also got some some modern armor designs a~la Ironman, but figuring out how to power the suit as well as how to design the articulated joints for the shoulders, neck, torso and hips have left me in the concept stage, as I can't even draft up some preliminary models to test for integrity without the joints.

this troper has an obsession with mad scientest characters. also,while I'm not particularly scince-y, I DO own a pair of goggles that double as sunglasses ad my natural laugh is quite evil laugh-ish