The Mad Scientist
He was mad. Truly mad.
He spent nearly every moment in his lab, concocting, inventing, dissecting the most horrific of catastrophes. His chilling laughter echoed through the 3 AM night.
He toyed with science, shaping it in his hands, bending it to his crazed will, contorting the numbers to the point where everything was possible.
He published his results profusely. His colleagues, upon receiving their monthly journals, trembled with dismay when they saw his name listed in the table of contents.
His diabolical genius compelled him to tweak his results just enough that all of his results would be slightly inaccurate.