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Sunday, August 06, 2006

FCOMS (The First Church of Mad Scientist)

(Disclaimer: This bit of fictional silliness is not meant in any way to spoof the First Church of Christ Scientist. I would never do that to a fellow New Hampshire native as Mary Baker Eddy was. Well, not unless they deserved it and she/they don't. But the name is just so neat!)


The basic theology/cosmology/premise of the First Church of Mad Scientist is that our world is the play-test version of what The Great Designer calls "Reality: The Role Playing Game." Our purpose, as player-characters, is to test the rules of the game for playability and enjoyment value. The purpose of FCOMS is to test the rules to destruction.

In future postings, I will write the story of the history of FCOMS and the continuing adventures of its leader, Prophet Marcus. Feel free to comment or jon in the fun!

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FCOMS: Before the Beginning
Current mood: silly


It happened that there was born a prince of Atlantis In Exile, and he was named Marcus. He was educated as befit a Prince of Atlantis - attending Evil Twin Preparatory Academy and Sweeney Todd's School of Barber Surgery and Pastry Shop before setting out to make his mark on the world.

In the fullness of time, he established the Sovereign Prinicpality of the City State of New Atlantis and Tourist Information Booth. But this did not satisfy, so he arranged to be deposed by his Minister of De Fence, Prince John III and hid out disguised as the Royal Janitor while he planned his next move. Secretly switching places a certain scientist in need of a place to avoid prosecution, Marcus took his personal fortune and the oddly designed starship provided by the scientist and set out to conquer the galaxy...

...with pizza.

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Part the third:

As Captain Marcus of the Star-Delivery-Vessel Frank Zappa, our erstwhile prince enjoyed some small success. He and his merry crew had any number of little adventures as they delivered pizzas across the galaxy. (Said crew consisted of the usual sort of space-drifters and one Jedi Dominatrix who called herself Silver Hawk. She had the distressing habit of firing randomly into the studio audience which could have been tragic if the SDV FZ could afford anything like a live studio audience instead of cardboard cutouts.)

In any event, after several months, Captain Marcus wrangled a position as a district manager for Interstellar Pizzas, LTD. The point of this was not so much the promotion as the fact that the office was better situated for his next move. In the dead of night, he performed an obscure Navajo ceremony known as the Curdzen Way, summoning a cosmic spider which carried him off to a secret meeting with the previously mentioned mad scientist, Frank Wisk.