At night, I kill some small rodentia from my apartment. I let all of it's blood seep into an earthen jar, and then cut myself. My blood will mix with the rats, and then I add anise, poppy, a drop of pure hatred, and an old hag's cackle. I smear this vile mixture on my body, and then light the sacrificial candles, holding my bare wrists over the flames to cauterize the bleeding wounds. Then, mumbling ancient runes, I kneel on the dirt from the Devil's Tramping Ground, naked, alone, and bitter and pray to my Kefka poster to give me strength to enact my revenges, power to crush and enslave millions, hate to care for noone, and the will to destroy all things good and beautiful...............

...THEN, IT'S OFF TO THE BAPTIST CHURCH SUNDAY MORNING FOR A FUN FILLED DAY OF PRAISE AND WORSHIP! THAT'S THE GIST!

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2002

Answers

O.o thats intresting

~poof~

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2002

...Whatever...(Oh boy, now I'm acting like Squall! Ilove FF8!) *Peace n hair grease!* ~SJ~

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2002

Wicked... hmm, I have the personallity of Kefka -says a personality test I took- so um.. yes... bow to me.... uhm,,, yeah..?

-- Anonymous, July 18, 2002

I have the personality of Locke.

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2002

mine came up terra

-- Anonymous, July 19, 2002