Oh christ
A woman I was involved with about 20 or so years ago had what we might call a rich and detailed fantasy life. Despite being built along Beth Ditto lines, she claimed to be part of a highly-secret clan of, for want of a better description, celtic ninjas based somewhere along the Irish border... The detail she used to go into was something else; they lived in a huge underground complex, parts of which had their roofs strengthened with stegosaurus bones, for example. Things kind of went west after we went to an SF convention and I was summoned from my bed late at night to rescue my 'wife' (as she had described herself) from the floor of the gents' toilets in the main con hotel, where she had passed out in an alcoholic stupor and a big pool of sick and wee. She INSISTED that I had to be there, since as the Romulan Ambassador to Earth, she was of too high a rank to be touched by civilians not known to her.

She would also occasionally affect an utterly bizarre pseudo-Scottish accent and claim to be her identical cousin, who would seamlessly take her place at home when she had to nip off and do ninja things in the secret ninja complex. You could easily tell them apart, however, as she informed me that her cousin suffered from a rare genetic condition and bled green as a result.
(Wong Fei-Hung - now with added flickr.com (see profile), Sat 1 Dec 2007, 15:13, 1 reply)

She sounds more bonkers
than dishonest.
(MrTrent cannot think of a clever sig., Sat 1 Dec 2007, 16:26, closed)