Join the Club if....
A. You wake up in the morning and look around your room wondering... what the fuck is this?
B. You come home, sit down, look around then start to do something when some dickhead bursts through your door demanding something of you.
C. In response to B, you pick up the nearest object, count to ten, pretend to start handing them whatever it is they wanted, then promptly slap their hand and say "GIMME TWENTY DOLLA."
D. Your room remains clean until you start on a project of some kind.
E. Siblings are so evil in this day and age.
F. Half the people you recognize have stabbed you in the back at one point or another.
G. Your loyalties will remain forever unknown to anyone, except the stuffed animal that's been in your closet for years and might be full of spider eggs right now ready to burst free and invade your room.
H. You hate spiders yet adore tarantulas.
I. There are random moments where you just sit there, with no intent on doing anything and later find yourself giggling like a troll at some oblong design on the wall shaped like an inappropriate limb.
J. You like to burn things just because in some odd sense, it's beautiful.
K. Your music is so random that people usually cannot identify or stereotype you as any group in particular.
L. You laugh at the creepiest shit known to man and point out how stupid it is.
M. Your criticism knows no bounds.
N. Last Remnant is bad ass. HANDS DOWN.
B. You come home, sit down, look around then start to do something when some dickhead bursts through your door demanding something of you.
C. In response to B, you pick up the nearest object, count to ten, pretend to start handing them whatever it is they wanted, then promptly slap their hand and say "GIMME TWENTY DOLLA."
D. Your room remains clean until you start on a project of some kind.
E. Siblings are so evil in this day and age.
F. Half the people you recognize have stabbed you in the back at one point or another.
G. Your loyalties will remain forever unknown to anyone, except the stuffed animal that's been in your closet for years and might be full of spider eggs right now ready to burst free and invade your room.
H. You hate spiders yet adore tarantulas.
I. There are random moments where you just sit there, with no intent on doing anything and later find yourself giggling like a troll at some oblong design on the wall shaped like an inappropriate limb.
J. You like to burn things just because in some odd sense, it's beautiful.
K. Your music is so random that people usually cannot identify or stereotype you as any group in particular.
L. You laugh at the creepiest shit known to man and point out how stupid it is.
M. Your criticism knows no bounds.
N. Last Remnant is bad ass. HANDS DOWN.