Saturday, January 17, 2004

Yee-haw!
I finally finished up Escaflowne! Woo-hoo! And for the occasion, here's an old quiz from a loooooooooooong time ago:


You are Dillandau from "Escaflowne"!
You are PSYCHOTIC evil.


ANIME QUIZ - Which Evil Anime Badass Are You?
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*Giggles all creepy-like* Do you think I need you to tell me that? DO YOU? *Punch* I hate people like you who think they know everything! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! *Sets quiz on fire*

Hehehe... here's a few versions of the story!

(Molletta, Red Tigress, and NightBeck's version:)

"I want him dead, DEAD! Dead as a doornail, dead as the whole freakin' door! I want him dead as the whole damn house!"

"But my Lord, he's got a two day head start with your favorite chicken. There's no way we can catch him."

"You'll catch him!! You'll catch him and bring my Henny back. My morning walk would just not be the same without her on her leash."

"But my lord, you don't go on morning walks. You weigh 292 pounds."

"...What do you know?"

...And so, the young knight went off on his mission to recapture the Lord's favorite chicken, Henny. "What a ridiculous quest. I should be saving beautiful maiden, not chasing chickens. Who am I, a farmer?"

So, the knight travelled day and night until he came upon the ruffians. They had a pot over their fire, and the knight was sudddenly struck with terror.

"What have you done?" yelled the knight, horrorstruck. The man stared at the knight and blinked. "Answer me, knave!"

"Mmmmfffffmmmmggmm..." the peasant responded.

"What?" asked the knight, confused.

"Mmmmmgffffggmm--" the mumbling was cut off by a choking noise, and the peasant began to turn colors.

"Good Lord!" yelled the knight, panicking. What would he do now?

TBC...

(Aurus, SomeGuy, and Red Tigress' version:)

"I want him dead, DEAD! Dead as a doornail, dead as the whole freakin' door! I want him dead as the whole damn house!"

"But sir, you know... er... the house isn't really dead. After all, it's made of wood, which is currently infested with termites. Not to mention the wombat in the closet and all the tiny squid we found in the water heater... so when you think about it, the house really isn't quite dead, is it...."

"....."

"... So... does that mean you want him alive?"

"Shut up, lackey."

The lackey charged out the front gate bawling his eyes out heavily. It was not the first time his lord had openly discredited him in such a way, but to him, every time hurt. The fact of the matter was, Lord Alaric was an especially violent man prone to all forms of boorish conduct. And to the lackey, enough was enough . . . if only there was someone who would be willing to remind Alaric of his youth; of times gone by when such demeanours were not always the case . . .

. . but who?

As he was eating, the King heard a sound from the open window. He looked over and saw a hand pop up.

"What the? JESUS! THERE'S A..."

But he cut himself off as the most beautiful ninja woman he'd ever seen climbed through the window blinked at him.

TBC...

(Rustym's version:)

"I want him dead, DEAD! Dead as a doornail, dead as the whole freakin' door! I want him dead as the whole damn house!"

"Um...who do you want dead?" the servant asked. He had brought in the king's breakfast and had been suddenly yelled at.
"The gardener!"
The servant looked at him blankly. "The gardener, m'lord?"
"Yes, he ruined my prize roses!"
"You don't have roses, m'lord." He set the tray down in front of the king.
"Oh. Well, then. Never mind." He set about eating his breakfast and the servant shook his head and left.

TBC...

(Sahkircye's version:)

"I want him dead, DEAD! Dead as a doornail, dead as the whole freakin' door! I want him dead as the whole damn house!"

"How shall I do it sir?" she asked softly.
"I dunno, use a knife!"
"A knife?! But that's dangerous! He could die!"
"That's the whole point! Use the knife!" he shouted in command.
She scratched her head and stared at the knife in her hand. Then she started to whimper. He sighed in exasperation and asked, "What now??"
"I need a prettier knife. This one's not shiny enough."
"But...but!" he stammered, staring at her in disbelief. "It's sharp enough! I just want you to KILL him!!"
"Oh my! You want him dead?!? How terrible!"
Quite annoyed, he clenched his fist, and ran a hand down his face, pulling at the skin. He growled and shouted, "OF COURSE I WANT HIM DEAD DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME?!?!"
"Oh! I have a knife why didn't you say so?"
He felt even more annoyed. He looked up at the sky and clenched at his head murmuring in a desperate manner, "Oh shoot me now, just shoot me..."
"Now YOU want to be dead? Sir...you have to make up your mind, it's either him or you," she sighed feeling frustrated.
"Him...kill HIM! I said I want him dead as a doornail!!"
"Okay...NOW we're making sense..." she said flashing him a bubbly grin. She asked, "Now how do you want me to do it?"
"USE THE KNIFE YOU MORON!!"
"And get blood on it? No way! This knife is too pretty and shiny! I don't wanna get blood on it!"
Then sighing, he clenched his fists and banged his head repeatedly on the wall.

TBC...

(Moldy Headbread's version)

"I want him dead, DEAD! Dead as a doornail, dead as the whole freakin' door! I want him dead as the whole damn house!"

"But sir, a house is an inanimate object, so the guy can't be dead as it."
"God Damnit I said do it you piece of s**t!"
"Even he could be as dead as a house, your asking me to kill a 10,000 year old demon, who is vertually invincible, and can annihilate entire planets."
"Why should I care about your safety!? that demon destroyed my teddy bear, and i want him dead! Heres a twig to defend yourself with. Get to it!"
"... Yes, sir... son of a b***h..."
"What was that!?!?!"
"Nothing, sir... I'm sooooo screwed..."

TBC...

Haha, very nice. Feel free to continue off any of these!

Now... *turns back to quiz* I'm not finished with you yet. Burn... burn...BURN! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!
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