Go find the nearest mirror, look into it and see what it shows ^_^

It shows:
*  A heart:   You're romantic
*  A sword:   You're a warrior
*  A cross:   You're a believer
*  A computer: You're addicted
*  A smily:   You need a shrink!
*  Nothing at all: Well

Thank god

there are still people with sanity left!

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Good, glad we've got that behind. Now, answer a few more questions.



What in the world made you think you'd find anything interesting here?


Are you sure? I don't quite get what's that got to do with you actually coming here!?


Okay, presuming you are right, which I think you're not, what did you expect of this so called 'house'?


Really?


That's kind of hilarious. Oh, but I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to make fun of you. I'm supposed to respect my guests.
Do you feel respected?


That's fascinating, let's get on with things that matter.
How many fingers am I holding up?


No, that's completely wrong. Try again.


Wrong again!! Do you wear glasses? Try again.


Oh my God (No, I don't do inexplainable OMG's, I'm to stupid to be able to remember what they all stand for.)
You really are blind! But how about your hearing. What word am I screaming out now?


no....


no.... not that either.... uh, Let's try a simple sound then...


...


....


No, darnit, you're blind and deaf. Are you mute?


I see, I feel very sorry for you.
Well then, I shall ask you one last question, and then leave you to your life, which is probably not much, being deaf and blind...
Are you human?


HA! I knew it!

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I'll tell you a secret though.

Yes I will, it's not that you can read it anyway!

I'm actually really romantic.

No, of course I'm not kidding! I never kid about things like that!

You don't believe me?

I am, I really am!

I dream of strong knights and fierce warriors, and of sweat blood and tears, and stuff like that.

It's really confusing, yes, because when I wake up, having dreamt of my dreamboy bravely riding towards a certain death for the twentieth time that month, and I notice I'm not in mediaeval times but actually in a classroom filled with spotted and greecy guys and slutty girls... I tend to think I've ended up in hell and then spend the rest of the afternoon trying to find Satan in the headmasters office, to correct this terrible mistake.

They never seem to take me serious, no.

You don't find that amazing?

Now, but that's not a nice thing to say.

No, not at all. And that in my own house...

If my bravely knight were here right now he'd strike you down.

But he's gone off to some sort of a crusade. My other vikingwarrior went off to explore America, and my wealthy 18th century aristocrat is upholding his ever so important social contacts...

Yes, I feel quite alright actually.

But thanks for asking though, it's always nice to know people care...

You don't?

Really don't?

Not even a little bit?

Ah, I knew it!

Really?

So soon?

No, stay! I'll tell you more about myself!

You don't want to hear?

That's not a very nice thing to say!

Not at all, no!

Don't care? Oh, I'll make you care!!! I'll strap you down and make you eat whatever you hate most, so much of it, you'll beg me to tell about myself! Yes I will!


I will!!!!


Oh well... alone yet again...


alllllll aloooonnnnneeeee.....














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If I jump off a tall building it's your fault!





















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I'll write it in my will!!!












































You're not even listening...











































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