My Shoe is Stuck D:

Wanna play a GAME, BUDDY?

2007-11-20T03:35:32Z

THE GAME
ramble
rabble rabble rabble rabble

Initial Player #27
Known Name: Ziph
Gender: Female
Age: 27

"D-d-d-d-d-do you w-w-w-want some c-c-c-COFFEE??"
(She stutters when she's excited)

ZIPH, was Player's bff when she was a teenager, and still a player in The Game.
ZIPH IS A LITTLE HIGHSTRUNG.
She is also neurotic, obsessive compulsive, and destructive.
LUCKILY, SINCE SHE'S STILL IN THE GAME, SHE DOESN'T GET MANY COFFEE BREAKS. <3
When she and player first met,
Ziph tried to eat her 8D
Player pretty much kicked her ass though
SO
BFF??
TTLY.
Yeah don't worry, everyone eats eachother in the game.
BUT THEY HAVE AN ALLIANCE
LIKE SURVIVOR
WITH LESS VOTING
MORE DYING
desu
anyways
Ziph is initial player #27
player is like, sentence #0186
its not crowded in the game
lotsa dying people in between
IF YOU'RE CONFUSED RAISE YOUR HAND
AND I'LL RAMBLE MORE W/E
Unless you're gonna slapu me with that hand >: (
I'm twitching

oh yeah, ps Ziph eats her eyebrows as a nervous habit
shes quirky n____n

Sentence #0186
Known as: Player
Name: Michelle
Gender: F

FIRST OFF
NOT A SELF PORTRAIT
I JUST HAPPENED TO GIVE HER MY NAME AND AGE AND DEFINING FACIAL FEATURES.

Player, age 16
When she cracks for the first time.
Her father was an established government official (military), and her mother was a beautiful, proper, house wife. Being a rich family with many servants, that means she was a lazy hottie with a stick up her ass.
Player was raised to be the perfect lady and daughter. Anything she wanted, she was given instantly.
Anyone who talked to her, respected her stature, and acted accordingly.

Player hated that.
She was fine people being stuck up pricks and not caring about the common man
but what really pissed her off
was the constant acting.

She needed a way to see the real side of people.
To get their real opinions.
Her first murder:
she beat her boyfriend to death.
She finally got to see the real him, even if it was just for a moment.
All his secrets, his real feelings, regrets, dreams, everything.
She saw his life flash before her eyes.
She loved it.
And once she had a taste
all she wanted was more.
To this day she insists that the best conversations she's had, have been with the dying.

Player killed 47 people before she was caught, at age 18. Men, women, children, it didn't matter. If they were fakes, she knew it. And she couldn't stop until she knew them for who they really were.

Her last target was her mother.
She had her right where she wanted her when she was caught, the secrets she had craved for so long on the tip of her mother's tongue.

Player was sentenced to death.
The judge himself said that she deserved a fate as to match the horrors she had willingly committed.

And thus
player was inducted into the game.

Every game needs a nice opposition, right?
Meet a few roughs of the organics:

Look, they even have something to say!

The game is a test zone for the organic experiments.
Well, mostly just a feeding frenzy.
However, it seems some players have created a niche for themselves.
Their progress will greatly affect the development of new, more efficient experiments.

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KAY AND AND I MIGHT ADD MORE LATER.

Don't read too much into this, okay?

2007-11-12T01:57:32Z

Marcus & Phillip boring drabble crap
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"Phillip! Phil, jeez, hold up, wouldja!?" Marcus yelled as he sprinted down the hall, "why the hell is he so goddamn FAST..." he sighed, kicking in an extra boost of speed and trying to make it down the hallway before his best friend managed to--
SLAM.
--his door. Great. Marcus skidded to a halt in front of the last door of the corridor, glaring furiously through his orange-tinted goggles at the numbers emblazoned there. "Fucking prick..." he muttered, "OI, PHIL, OPEN UP," Marcus yelled, thumping his fist angrily against the dark grained wood. "You know I didn't mean it man... just, let me explain... fuck..." he swore, now using his forehead to continue the steady pounding on the door. After a few minutes, he pulled back, anger still plastered across his face. The time it had taken for him to catch his breath was short, and soon he was ready to get back to business, ie delivering a swift kick to Phillip's ass for bolting early from their soccer practice.

"FINE. I'm comin' in then." Pissed as hell, Marcus leaned heavily against the wall, sliding down far enough to reach his right shoe. Hastily, he pulled the laces apart, and kicked it off, sending it flying into the opposing wall. Stooping to pick up his converse sneaker, the skinny boy kept a firm grip on the back of his pants to keep them up. "Yeah, like I really need Phillip opening the door NOW and getting a look at my bare ass... damn tight jeans..." he muttered to himself. Flipping the lime-green converse shoe into the air and catching it, Marcus quickly jammed his finger a long crack in the sole. Fishing out a small brass key, he stowed the shoe under his arm and stomped back to the door. In one fluid motion, he unlocked the door and shoved his way into the apartment.

Flicking off his other shoe, Marcus prepared his best I'm-fucking-pissed-at-you-for-running-off-face, and turned to the open apartment. Clean white walls were all that returned the teenager's glare, so, after shutting the door with a satisfyingly loud BANG, he set off to look for his friend. "Phillip! Where the hell did you fun off to, jeez....." searching room after room (how did he find such a fucking huge apartment?) Marcus could feel his frustration rising. Soon he reached the last door, the bedroom, and he faltered. After years of lounging in Phillip's parent-free apartment, he'd never actually set foot in his bedroom. Secretly... well perhaps obviously, he feared being in such a sexual setting with his flamboyantly gay best friend. It was just creepy. He'd always slept on the couch (if he got to chose where he fell asleep at all) or wherever he dropped. A few moments of shifting his weight from one foot to another, and worriedly deciding his course of action, he made up his mind. In a split second, his hand shot out, turned the knob and retreated to the safety of his personal bubble. At a snail's pace, the door swung open, revealing a dark, orange-tinted room. Pushing his up goggles to rest over his thick brown curls, he took another sweeping look. 'Pfft, that's just great. Leave it to Phillip to slap EVERY colour imaginable into one fucking living space...' he thought, stepping warily through the doorway.The lights were off, and since the moonlight streaming in through the window was barely enough to see by, Marcus slowly picked his way over to the bed. Since his eyes were trained on the shuddering rise-and-fall of his friend's back, Marcus cursed as he almost stumbled yet again, and angrily disentangled his foot from---
pants.

"AW, MAN. Fuck you Phillip, are you naked?" He said with disgust, seriously considering making a run for it.

"Mostly, yeah," came the muffled reply, "why? You scared of my boy-cooties?"

Marcus would usually snap at such a ridiculous comment, but even though he could only see his friend's blanketed back, he could hear the unusual pain in his voice. Deciding to shrug it off, he closed the gap in two short strides and stood looming over the bed.

"Hey, uh, I just... I'm sorry, okay?" Marcus muttered into the darkness, "I... I didn't mean it. I was just pissed off and...you know how I get--"

"No," Interrupted Phillip quietly, "you were right... I am stupid... I freaking flunked out of high school... how can anyone trust me to make decisions? All I am is some horny, druggie, f-failure," he finished, voice cracking and fading into nothing.

Marcus stood beside the headboard, watching the shoulders of his best friend shake with unheard sobs. After more foot-shuffling and furiously weighing the consequences, he gingerly sat on the edge of the mattress, and with a loud sigh, he flopped back onto the soft blue covers.

For a while, they just laid there, uncomfortable close on such a big bed, since Phillip had originally been laying in the center, and showed no signs of moving away from the warmth of his friend. Even separated by the blankets and many layers of clothing, Marcus could still feel the tension of Phillip's back as he tried to stifle his continuing sobs.

Sighing heavily, Marcus raised his head and slipped his goggles right off, placing them quietly on the empty nightstand. Laying back down, he turned slowly to frown at his friend's back. Unable to see past Phillip's broad shoulders, Marcus slowly raised his right hand, and, careful to keep his movements slow and careful in the darkness, slipped it into his friend's soft brown hair. Ignoring the sharp intake of breath he caused, he lightly slid his fingers along the frame of his glasses, tugging gently as he reached the right angle turn beside the lenses. Phillip lifted his head obediently, allowing Marcus to slide the thick black frames off his face. "What're you doing?" he questioned.

"You can't sleep with your glasses on," came the whispered answer, accompanied by the soft click of the glasses being placed on the side table.

"..I would've taken 'em off once you left..." he retorted, sniffing audibly.

"I'm not leaving, you're upset."

"So? Thats never stopped you befor--!" Phillip abruptly cut himself off, gasping as Marcus's arm snaked around his waist and curled into his chest.

"Well, its never been completely my fault, before," Marcus muttered as he lightly pressed his forehead into the back of his friend's neck. He sighed, noticing the goosebumps appear as his breath ran over Phillip's neck, "Don't read too much into this, okay? You're still a big dumb gay, but I love you, man, LIKE A FRIEND."

After a few moments of shock, Phillip got up the courage to move, and slowly, carefully, pulled one bare arm out from under the blanket. Marcus tried not to flinch, settling for glaring at the naked limb and willing Phillip to keep it to himself. Which he did. Kind of. Placing his now free hand over Marcus's, he laced their fingers together contentedly, and slowly pulled Marcus's wrist in front of his face.

The responding growl went unheeded as Phillip carefully slipped his friend's sleeve down his forearm, revealing a network of scars in various shades and sizes. He only clenched his hand tighter as Marcus tried to jerk away, softly pressing his lips to the boy's wrist.

"You're sick."

"I love you too, Marcus." Said teenager decided to ignore the barely audible response, choosing instead to bury his face in his friend's upper back, and willed him to fall asleep. He seriously hoped that would be the end of it.

Clutching the captive arm back to his chest, Phillip smiled dreamily into his pillow. Tracing the calloused contours of Marcus's hand, he waited for him to drift off.

"Go to sleep, Phil." The growled order cut through the darkness so suddenly that Phillip jolted involuntarily.

"I-I was... you woke me up..."

"Pfft, don't lie. I can feel your breathing," he muttered, " and don't bother waiting for me to drift off, you know I don't sleep at night."

A sigh accompanied his almost silent answer of, "love you", and was echoed by the boy behind him.

"Shut up," Marcus murmured, burying his face further into Phillip's neck.

"...g'night~"

"....

Shut up."

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If anyone actually reads this......go easy on me? ;A;

Um. Contest. Thing. c:

2007-08-19T06:15:30Z

My script ref blahblahblah

Completely uneditted or even reread ; ; too tiiiired D:

Twirling a lock of bright pink hair between perfectly manicured fingers, Riley sighed and gazed at the locker beside his own. Barely a month into the school year, and already the hate crimes were popping up. Chewing his bottom lip as he spun his locker combination, he couldn't help but glance at the lock firmly securing the locker next to him signifying an occupant. Although he had never met his neighbour personally he'd seen enough to develop the impression that he was, for lack of a better term, not to be fucked with--

"Do not judge," Muttered Riley to himself and interupting his own thoughts. Still mildly dreading the evident confrontation with his neighbour--Riley knew it was at least necessary to explain--he composed himelf to meet the trudging footsteps coming up behind him. Drawing a smile, He spun delicately to come face to... book.
A small dilema.

The dark haired boy behind the large black book (no title? Must be one of those art books he's always carrying...) paid absolutely no attention to Riley, nor did he seem to notice that he was being watched intently. As his face emerged to quickly glace for the location of his lock, Riley got a look at the pointed and heavily peirced (not to mention preeetty) complexion. Mentally slapping himself for getting off
topic, Riley opened his mouth to explain the word that he would eventually see--
And he did see.
Hard grey eyes flicked over the crude black spraypaint and just as quickly back to the lock that he was now opening one-handed.
In fact, the only real indication that he had even read it was the slightly sharper exhale that followed.
"Hi, I'm Ri--"
Startled by the sudden locker door taking up his field of view, Riley paused before lowering his now unseen (and therefore useless) hand, caught mid-wave.
"Riley," He finished dumbly. Well, that could've gone smoother.
The neighbour muttered something and continued to bang around in his locker.
"Um, pardon?"
"I said," he snapped, a detached-looking head appearing from behind the door, "that I know that." The head was withdrawn again hastily.
"Oh, well, that's not creepy haha... well okay. I just want to apologise for the uh..." Raising a knuckle, he gingerly tapped the large black 'A' in front of his face.
The face came into view again, lookingperplexed. He slowly closed his locker over, studying the giant 3 letter word as if he had only just noticed.
"YOU did that?" He raised his eyebrows in sarcastic question.
"Oh, haha, well, no but I think I know why, um, whoever did it... did," he finished lamely, gesturing loosely at himself.
The tall goth followed the gesture with his eyes, looking first at the pink hair, complete with star clips, and slowy down the slim figure to a pink mini that clung to, obviously male, hips.
"I mean like, usually people who would do something this dumb aren't really the sharpest of the bunch, so like, they probly just missed haha I mean how hard is it--"
"What makes you think," Riley kept his eyes trained on the locker door as it closed and slowly completed its message, "that you're the only fag in the whole school, princess?"
The snap of the lock matched the tone so acurately that it took a moment for Riley to realise that the other half of his conversation was striding away.
"H-hey wait a minute!" He called kneeing his own locker and clicking the lock shut before trotting quickly down the hall after the retreating figure. "Well that was rather rude of you," he huffed, trying keep stride with the longer-legged teeanger, "you can't just walk away while I'm talk--"
The black haired mystery-teen spun sharply to glare down at his pursuer, "Do I really look like someone who CARES--" the snide comment was cut abruptly short as the large black book under his arm slipped, fell, and spewed paper down the hallway.
His angry face fell into one of shock and just as quickly he was on his knees pulling his papers back. Through the embarrassed shuffling of paper, Riley was silent. His mouth was now focused on smiling shyly, not talking.
Bending down delicately, with careful attention to his skirt, he used two thin fingers to extract a single sheet from the mess.
Waiting patiently for the artist to pick up eveything, Riley studied the breathtaking fairy that had been hastily sketched into being.
The srambling grew closer, and Riley flicked his eyes up to meet the grey ones a mere foot away from his own.
Carefully placing his stack of papers into his sketchbook, the brunette glared steadily forward at
the sheet of paper Riley held. Licking his lips nervously, Riley swore he heard the faint hammering of a heartbeat that wasn't his own.
With a flick of his fingers he spun the picture around.
"Is this me?" He couldn't help but smile openly as he watched the seething expression fail miserably under a heavy blush. Riley was, however, caught off guard when the sketch was snatched violently from his hand, tearing in the process.
Shocked at such effortless destruction, Riley stayed rooted in his crouched position as he finally let his neighbour escape.
Slowly flipping the shred back around he glanced at the scrawl he had managed to keep.
Barely legibly, "SamuelHunt" was scratched, with the date of 3 days prior underneath it.
"Hmmmm so. Not the only fag around, eh?" He muttered under the ring of the bell. Smiling coyly, Riley folding the scrap and pined it between the elastic of his tights and the smooth skin of his side.
"...Awesome," he giggled.

Resistance Spamadoodle (OEKAKI'D)

2007-08-11T07:43:42Z

Poor Favourite.
He's just a poor little hemophiliac computer nerd TRYING to do his job, but a certain mechanic has other things on his mind.
:)
Favourite's a PRUDE. :D

[His codename is favourite because since hes a hemopliliac (and a cuuutie <3) everyone immediately jumps in him (to SAVE him) whenever he gets even the -tiniest- papercut.
Also, Favourite faints at the sight of blood, so they all try to prevent that :)]
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This, my friends, is called an OVEReaction.
It is also why Favourite's nickname is what it is.

The obsessors are :
Keith aka Grimm -> the doctor (Looking at Favourite's hand)
Fairy Tale -> The bomb/security technician (Long haired one behind him)
Load aka Francis -> gunman (bottom right corner, with the hat)
AND of course, Tank -> Mechanic (pulling down his pants)

....
wait a sec, TANK, THATS NOT HELPING!!! D:<<<<
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...
Halfway through making this...
I was like:
WOW. This is rather inappropriate.

-Pants no jutsu-

....
ashfdsdsk HOW IS IT MORE SEXUAL?
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Its not even a QUESTION.
lul "perspective"

I love drawing Tank as a smelly grease-monkey.
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This is my desktop.
Its just.....so hot D:
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Favourite doesn't quite have the hang of it yet.

That's okay.
Tank'll teach him.

;)
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Yaoi Addicts Anonymous
"Um, hi. My name is Michelle, and I have a problem."
*clap clap clap*

<3
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Daaamn
this has an entire (very very perverted) story to go with it.
argh
so hot
i might write it later
if i wasnt so embarrassable.
D:
(and rather suck at writing)
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I'm sore.
And hot.
AND FAVOURITE IN HIS UNDERPANTS MAKES ME FEEL BETTER, OKAY?

Tank REALLY sucks at gambling, but when nakedness is involved..... TADA.
...I drew him way too big xDDD
And Fave was serious when he said that Tank only wears overalls.
Thassit.

For more resistance art:
http://akakonohanaru.deviantart.com/
&
http://pirate-voodoo.deviantart.com/
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srsly.
wtf.

THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN?!!

These are more resistance members. Yummy.
(in the suit:)Mort: The assassin&part-time psychiatrist in the resistance group. (HE IS STRAIGHT I SWEAR. jeez, one time with Tank and suddenly he's a sluuuu-- ...nvmind)
Ghost: The runner...not much is known about him (NO, SERIOUSLY, HES STRAIGHT! WITH A WIFE AND KIDS![in hiding] .... jeez one time with Tank and... suddenly.... .... wow I'm sensing a trend here >_>)

&uh, mort has a blood fetish. hes not just... stabbing him... xD
but seriously. wouldn't happen.

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The entire unit takes a break and goes to the beach :D
Favourite's mysteriously gone missing and Tank takes it upon himself to hunt... SEARCH for him. Of course, Favourite's hiding out under a tree. On his laptop. Trying to work. :) SO, Tank hauls him out into the suuuun and since poor Fave is a little red-head, fair skinned pale pale cutie-pie nerdo, Tank has to SLATHER him in sunscreen. Heehee silly Fave tried to tell him he could do it himself, and Tank was all: NONO I know you'll miss some, I'll do it.
*minor stuggle occurs*
Tank: Either you let me, or I hold you down.
Fave: ..... ..... .... _dammit.
*sensual applying of sunscreen* (*...nosebleeed*)
Tank: Umm I have to do your face...
Fave: ..kay *leans head on shoulder* (for some reason, Tank decided to do this from behind. ... the genius... <3)

-endminifanfictionrant- xD
KAY.
SO.
BETS ON HOW LONG THEIR 'MOMENT' LASTS BEFORE TANK RUINS IT.
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Triplets Kiss to make eachother jealous.

Tank srsly loves these 3.

But they're underage.

_{shhhhh dont tell.}

...They need names. o___o
(Edit: Aidan suggests Marcus, Flint, Kyan, which I like :D)
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Well...

what would YOU do if you woke up to find a big smelly grease monkey (that was totally gay for you) asleep on the side of your bed?

huh?
HUH?

-spamslapped-

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300.

Sexiest.
Movie.
Ever.

TANK WOULD MAKE AN AWESOME SPARTAN.
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Whoa. A girl. ....... Gross.

Heeeeeeeeey~!
GUESSWHAT.
I'M GETTING A TABLE FOR AC CUBED! *spasm* (Ottawa ON Anime convention)
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay~!

But um, I only have like 4 prints made xD;;; (The friend that I'm sharing it with has about the same amount)
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Fairy Tale is slowly losing his mind.
He just hurts too much.
The keep finding him outside in the snow, in his underpants&t-shirt, trying to play guitar til his fingers dont work anymore.
you need fingers for difusing bombs.
they make him come inside.

edit: i feel weird venting o__o
must draw tankxfave to make up for it.

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YES I SAID FTW
-oldschooltrended-

An interview with the resistance members <3

2007-08-11T07:18:07Z

1. Choose a few of your own characters.
2. Make them answer the following questions

Characters:
1. Kristov (Male; Cyborg)
2. Grimm (Male)
3. Fairy Tale (Male)
4. Tank (Male) REF: http://www.sroekaki.net/oekaki/pictures/9655.png
5. Favourite (Male) REF: http://www.sroekaki.net/oekaki/pictures/9659.png
6. Queenie (Female)
7. Player (Female)
8. Brat (Male)
9. Shot (Female)
10. Load (Male)
11. Ghost (Male)
12. Mort (Male)

1)What is your REAL name?
Kristov - "AQ3Z87R."
Grimm - "Keith."
Fairy Tale - "...My name died with my heart."
Tank - "Mmm wouldn't YOU like to know? I bet you'd just love to scream it as I--"
Favourite - "Shut -UP-, Tank! Jeez. Er, I'm Airik (please don't tell Tank, he'll only abuse it)."
Queenie - "EAT ME, I'LL NEVER TELL."
Player - "Heh, I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."
Brat - "Aw man boss, you're so LAME."
Shot - "You can call me Dollie, shit-face, now move or I'll blow your fuckin' head off."
Load - "My name iz Francis, now buzz off or I vill sick Dollie on you."
Ghost - "What you SHOULD be worrying about is getting your wallet back from Load."
Mort - "Mortimer. It's so obvious, no one has ever guessed."

2) Where'd you get your nickname?
Kristov - "...I assume that it is merely the result of lazy-tongued military personas."
Grimm - "Tank said I looked too sad when I killed people."
Fairy Tale - "...Tank told me I was pretty to be real."
Tank - "ITS BECAUSE IM BIIIIG. AND BECAUSE I LOVE TO BLOW--" "TANK!!!" "er... blow things UP guys. Like, y'know, general destruction. Wow, you're all so TOUCHY~ ;)"
Favourite - "Guh, I hate this story. I'm the "favourite" because I'm a hemophiliac (I 'll just keep bleeding if I get a cut) and everyone decides to JUMP ALL OVER ME THE SECOND I GET A FREAKING SCRATCH." -sigh- "Well I guess it's better than Tank's choice... ... sex." >_>;
Queenie - "It's because I'm the BEST. HA." (Tank dubbed her "Queen Bitch" after their first conversation, and she just shortened it).
Player - "None of your business. FYI, Brat's 'Brat' because he is. Don't listen to his justifications."
Brat - "I AM NOT! NOTNOTNOT!!!!"
Shot - "BECAUSE I'LL BLOW YOUR GODDAMN FUCKING HEAD OFF!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Load - "I theenk it iz so Shot & I match. Whatever. I vill sell you this wallet I 'found' for 50 bucks, eh."
Ghost - "You can't see me."
Mort - "Doing what I do."

3) What is your job in the Resistance?
Kristov - "Weapon of mass destruction. That's probably why they kidnapped me... just so that the military couldn't have me."
Grimm - "Doctor, field medic, and peacekeeper in this unit."
Fairy Tale - "...bomb and security technician."
Tank - "Work? Oh, HAHA I always forget about that. Mechanic and lover."
Favourite - "You can't count that as a job you idiot, no wonder you never get anything done. I'm the resident computer/surveillance geek. You name it, I know it."
Queenie - "I whip the damn recruits into shape, and most of the regulars too."
Player - "...Information extraction. :)"
Brat - "Ack, boss, please don't smile." >_< "My job's to hand her tools and clean up the blood."
Shot - "SHOOTIN."
Load - "er, LOADIN'. Damnit, now I sound worthless. I GET TO SHOOT TOO."
Ghost - "Runner."
Mort - "Assassinations and some spy work."

4) How Old Are You?
Kristov - "Been conscious for 7 years. I assume the flesh part of my body is 18."
Grimm - "25."
Fairy Tale - "...29"
Tank - "24 ;)"
Favourite - "19, NO I DON'T CARE IF THAT MAKES ME LEGAL, TANK."
Queenie - "17."
Player - "Heh, too old."
Brat - "I'll be 11 next month >:P"
Shot - "I'M 20! 20 OKAY?!! NOT FUCKING 10!"
Load - "20. Yes I am serious. DAMNIT SHOT, THEY THEENK I'M 13."
Ghost - "Late twenties."
Mort - "Thirties."

5) Height?
Kristov - "er. average?"
Grimm - "6' 4"."
Fairy Tale - "...6' 6"."
Tank - "Heehee that's a rather bold ques--" -THWAK- "owowow FINE I'm like 7 feet tall."
Favourite - "Guh, like 5'8"."
Queenie - "5' 6" OKAY?! BUT DON'T WORRY, YOU'LL BE SHORTER THAN ME WHEN YOU'RE 6 FEET UNDER, NOW GET OUT!"
Player - "5'11"."
Brat - "4'10"."
Shot - "......5 foot flat."
Load - ".........5'3""
Ghost - "HAHA. 6'7"--owow DANGIT STOP HITTIN' ME!"
Mort - "Average."

6)You have any bad habits?
Kristov - "Unfortunately, I was designed to be perfect."
Grimm - "Well I guess it's not very helpful to be so empathetic in the middle of a war."
Fairy Tale - "...general self-mutilation."
Tank - "Heh heh define "Bad Habits" because I've been told that regular sex is -healthy-, and when does 'no' ever ACTUALLY mean no? ;))) <3"
Favourite - "I hate you. I actually do. Um, I think I'm pretty demanding, I mean when I'm really working hard and people are at my contant beck and call it's hard not to take advantage of that."
Queenie - "NOTHING. THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH ME, SO TOUGHEN UP AND GET BACK TO WORK."
Player - "Heh heh I work too hard. Sometime way to hard, and then I have to call Grimm in here to clean up the mess I've made...."
Brat - "I'm perfect too C:"
Shot - "What the fuck, I HAVE NO "BAD HABITS". Godamn fucking pussy bitches, LEAVE ME ALONE."
Load - "Er, nothing. Wanna buy another wallet that I found? :)"
Ghost - "I only eat fine quality imported foods."
Mort - "I psychoanalysize my coworkers."

7)You a virgin?
Kristov - "I do not understand the question."
Grimm - "I uh, I um, ....pass."
Fairy Tale - "... no."
Tank - "HAHAHAHAHAHA."
Favourite - ">////> Yes, okay? yes."
Queenie - "Pssh sex is a distraction."
Player - "Course not"
Brat - "GROSS."
Shot - "Fuck shit, yeah right."
Load - "Ditto."
Ghost - "Wife&kids, speaks for itself."
Mort - "No."

8)Who's your Mate/Spouse?
Kristov - "I still do no understand these questions."
Grimm - "Single. War'll do that to you."
Fairy Tale - "....he's in... a much better place now--"
Tank - "NO NO NO DON'T TELL THAT STORY AGAIN. Me? A mate? Tons. My favourite one tho is Sex~<3"
Favourite - "1) DONT CALL ME THAT. 2) I AM NOT 3) I NEVER WILL BE. 4) I STILL HATE YOU."
Queenie - "No need."
Player - "Had a few, long dead."
Brat - "o_o I'm TEN. Gross."
Shot - "Shot him."
Load - "Not looking."
Ghost - "Married. Names make people vulnerable."
Mort - "Weaknesses."

9)Have Any Kids?
Kristov - "No."
Grimm - "Nope."
Fairy Tale - "...it doesnt work like that."
Tank - "Well I sure as hell hope not."
Favourite - "Um. no."
Queenie - "I hate children."
Player - "Had some. Dunno where the hell THEY went."
Brat - "o______o"
Shot - "HAHAH LIKE I WANT SOME KID THAT'LL LOOK OLDER THAN ME AFTER 10 YEARS."
Load - "....maybe some theif protegiez.... hmmm :)"
Ghost - "3."
Mort - "Weaknesses."

10)Favourite Food?
Kristov - "Apples."
Grimm - "Salad. What? It's healthy!"
Fairy Tale - "....i pick at whats given to me."
Tank - "Mmmmmm well lets see--"
Favourite - "That's gross. Stop talking. Here they only give me foods that I can't possible cut myself on," >_> "So I like cupcakes."
Queenie - "Beef."
Player - "Pomegranates. I like the colour."
Brat - "Caviar. Fresh."
Shot - "Donuts."
Loade - "Bagels."
Ghost - "2% milk with honey and vanilla."
Mort - "Bread."

11)Killed anyone?
Kristov - "Thousands. I prefer not to think about it."
Grimm - "I fix people, so that they can kill."
Fairy Tale - "...both unintentionally and purposefully."
Tank - "Not many with my hands, but I play my part."
Favourite - "I prefer to leave that to my friends."
Queenie - "All the time." (pssh yeah right)
Player - "Heh heh when I'm too eager."
Brat - "Only when I'm a good boy."
Shot - "BANG, SPLAT, ALL OVER THE CURB. The fuck never saw it coming."
Load - "From time to time."
Ghost - "If they spot me."
Mort - "Everyday."

12)Hate anyone?
Kristov - "I don't yet comprehend this emotion."
Grimm - "Nah."
Fairy Tale - "...myself, mainly."
Tank - "Queen BITCH."
Favourite - "..no one I guess--I MEAN TANK. I HATE TANK. wow that was close..."
Queenie - "EVERYONE."
Player - "Grimm when he walks in here. Gives them all hope and I HAVE TO START OVER. ... He is rather helpful tho."
Brat - "Yuck, the pretty boy makes everyone CRY."
Shot - "Fuckers."
Load - "Well, Queenie IZ a bitch."
Ghost - "Queenie. Kicked. My. Cat. 'Nough said."
Mort - "Hate only blinds."

13)Love Anyone?
Kristov - "Another emotion that I do not yet understand."
Grimm - "I'd rather not say. Want another apple Kristov?"
Fairy Tale - "......once."
Tank - "Mmmmmhmmmm...."
Favourite - "No."
Queenie - "CERTAINLY NOT."
Player - "Don't remember."
Brat - "Blegh."
Shot - "Shit, love is for pussies."
Load - "Not interested."
Ghost - "Of course."
Mort - "Weakness. I can live without it :)"

13) Eyes? (color)
Kristov - "One red, on metal."
Grimm - "Green."
Fairy Tale - "...Grey."
Tank - "i dunno, why don't you look closer? <3"
Favourite - "Green."
Queenie - "Brown."
Player - "Blue."
Brat "Blue, like an angel <3"
Shot - "The fuck? WHATSIT TO YA?"
Load - "Brown."
Ghost - "Grey."
Mort - "Black, an unfortunate defining feature."

14)Hair?
Kristov - "Silver."
Grimm - "Blood red.. Ironic."
Fairy Tale - "....White-blond."
Tank - "Dirrrrrrty Blond."
Favourite - "Light reddish-orange."
Queenie - Blond
Player - "Grey."
Brat - "Blond~<3"
Shot - "Black."
Load - "Brown."
Ghost - "Black."
Mort - "Dark brown."

15)Favourite Passtime?
Kristov - "Playing old arcade games in my head."
Grimm - "Teaching."
Fairy Tale - "....music. You name it, I can play it."
Tank - "Seduction."
Favourite - "Online gambling."
Queenie - "TRAINING."
Player - "Hurting things."
Brat - "Watching people get hurt :)"
Shot - "Shooting."
Loade - "Stealing."
Ghost - "Running."
Mort - "Analyzing."

16)Dreams?
Kristov - "Haven't gotten that far yet."
Grimm - "For the war to stop."
Fairy Tale - "...only of death."
Tank - "For sex to finally crack~"
Favourite - "DONT CALL ME THAT. For him to be GONE."
Queenie - "To fight, and to win."
Player - "Don't need em."
Brat - "I'm going to be king of the world."
Shot - BANG "Pssh dreams are for pussies."
Load - "To retire with money I didn't earn."
Ghost - "To go home."
Mort - "To be done with this."

*NEWNEWNEW*
17)Soooo... have YOU had sex with Tank yet?
Kristov - "...Is it a requirement?"
Grimm - "...well it's not like.. I'm proud... of it...._heISgoodtho"
Fairy Tale - "...i have... my weaker moments."
Tank - "Oh, LOADS OF TIMES. Well. ALL the time really. It's great. You should try it. No not you... well actually yeah. And him there. And her... .... sweet."
Favourite - "NO. ......why does it say yet at the end of that question?"
Queenie - "GROSS. NO."
Player - "Heh heh no."
Brat - "One day he'll be MY bitch! (:< (what does that mean again?)"
Shot - "Duh"
Load - "Double duh."
Ghost - ".....-sigh- don't tell my wife."
Mort - "...it only took him 3 months. And I'm straight. And an assassin. -sigh- I really wonder how poor Favourite does it."