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Result Posted on 12/19/04:
*drools* he is so hot


Result Posted on 12/18/04:


The Anime Friendship Quiz
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Result Posted on 12/16/04:

You're Yami's 'Oh, it's YOU.' look, implying that you think that most people don't have enough brain cells to function normally or that Mai is a ho. One or the other...
You're Yami's 'Oh, it's YOU.' look, implying that
you think that most people don't have enough
brain cells to function normally or that Mai is
a ho. One or the other...

Which Yu-Gi-Oh Expression Are You?
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Result Posted on 12/13/04:

The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak
and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten
lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came
a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my
chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered,
"tapping at my chamber door-- Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak
December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost
upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly I had sought
to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow-- sorrow for the
lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each
purple curtain Thrilled me-- filled me with fantastic terrors
never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I
stood repeating: " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my
chamber door-- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber
door; This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no
longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your
forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you
came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my
chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I
opened wide the door;-- Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to
dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness
gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered
word, "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the
word, "Lenore!"-- Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within
me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than
before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is
something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery
explore-- Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery
explore;-- 'Tis the wind and nothing more. Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a
flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly
days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute
stopped or stayed he, But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my
chamber door-- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber
door-- Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into
smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance
it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven,
thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the
Nightly shore-- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's
Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear
discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy
bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human
being Ever yet blessed with seeing bird above his chamber
door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his
chamber door, With such a name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust,
spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he
did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then
he fluttered-- Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other
friends have flown before-- On the morrow he will leave me as my Hopes have
flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly
spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters
is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful
Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs
one burden bore-- Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden
bore Of 'Never--nevermore'" But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into
smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of
bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to
linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird
of yore-- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and
ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable
expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my
bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease
reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light
gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light
gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methougt, the air grew denser, perfumed from
some unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the
tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath
lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee Respite--respite and nepenthe from they memories of
Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this
lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of
evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!-- Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed
thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land
enchanted-- On this home by Horror haunted,-- tell me truly, I
implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell
me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of
evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil! By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we
both adore-- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the
distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels
name Lenore-- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or
fiend!" I shrieked, up starting-- "Get thee back into the tempest and the
Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as token of that lie thy soul
hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! --quit the bust above
my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form
from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting,
still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber
door; And the eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that
is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his
shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating
on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!

*~*~Which Edgar Allen Poe Poem Are You*~*~
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Result Posted on 12/13/04:

Evil
666Evil Angel666- You are genuinly evil. You live
for the darkness and the thrill of deception.
You have no sympathy for the world and never
have. You see people who dwell on their
emotions as pathetic and weak. Your sexy, in a
dangerous way and people often fall into your
trap. You make a game of toying with peoples
heads and hearts. You love to see suffering and
destruction. You see humor in it. You are a
true beleiver in the 'fling', you see no use in
relationships and feel no need for love. You
may have some sort of good side but we are
still waiting to see it.

good......dark`~Angelz~`light......evil
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Result Posted on 12/13/04:

fallen2
Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are
an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for
one reason or another - possibly, you made one
tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or
maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't
commit. In any case, you are faithless and
joyless. You find no happiness, love, or
acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most
days are a burden and you wonder when the
hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and
sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching
picture. You are the one that few understand.
Those that do know you are likely to love you
deeply and wish that they could do something to
ease your pain. You are constantly living in
memories of better times and a better world.
You are hard on yourself and self-critical or
self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,
you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite
your tainted nature, your soul is
breathtakingly beautiful. Image is a painting by Natalya Nesterova,
source:ca80.lehman.cuny.edu/.../
images/fallen_angel.jpg

*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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Result Posted on 12/13/04:

DesireDarkness
Darkness. You Truly Desire Darkness. You wish
everyone around you was either dead, or
worshipping you. To you, life is not a gift,
but a punishment. You have no consideration for
others and do as you please.

PLEASE RATE

What Do You Truly Desire? *PICS*
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Result Posted on 12/12/04:

Oooh... You're bad. You're Yami Marik...
You are Yami Marik!! You are very EVIL!!! Oh, yes.
You want nothing but a world of darkness. Did I
mention that you like to kill people? Oh well.
Who cares? No one will ever try to threaten
you!!

Who's Yami Might You Be?
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Result Posted on 12/10/04:

You have Marik! You are now competing with me!!
Marik deserves to be loved despite his actions.
He has a tragic past that haunts him whatever
he does, and he might care about you because
you stop the hurt. He really is very kind, you
just have to look closer than usual to see it.

Who's your Match from yu-gi-oh? (girls only)
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Result Posted on 12/09/04:

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