OOC:Here's a little story I made up. EQ, could you fix my stats soon?
IC: The Roagim Emperor looked over his Royal Pond. For forty years he has hopped along its coast, and for forty years he has swam in its waters. But now things were changing. He struggled out of his seat, wheezing and croaking as he attempted to stand up. He stood for a couple of seconds, nervous and somewhat amazed at what he had accomplished. But then he heard a snap, and he fell over in agony. His front legs had broken, a clear sign that he was getting older. He had enjoyed the comforts of his rule for too long. Now he wept, seeing what the rest of his life would be like. Immobile. Vulnerable. He hated it. He cursed as he laid there on the floor in a puddle of his own tears. His sorrow turned to anger. His love turned to hate. His sanity turned to madness.
He sat there for what seemed like an eternity. His cries went ignored, for his palace was to be kept empty every night to ensure peace and quiet. But now this proved to be the undoing of the Roagim Emperors sanity. He screamed at the moon shined outside his window, its white reflection rippled as a fish jumped out of the Pond. He cursed its beauty, and how useless it was, ignoring his pleas and uselessly hanging in the sky. He pushed himself painfully back onto his throne, his eyes red with madness.
His mind raced, faster than it had ever before. With no purpose at all, his thoughts dashed this way and that, weaving histories of fake worlds in his mind in seconds. He became a hero in his own mind, and yet his own villain. Right and wrong were now gone, justice and evil becoming simple words that held no meaning. He was a god and a peasant, ruler and servant. His mind stretched and expanded, then shrunk to miniscule size in the blink of an eye. His tongue hung out of his mouth as his mind melted.
And thus, the Mad Emperor was born.