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"If you had as much money as you desired... What would you do?"

"Buy hundreds of lifesize weeping angel statues and scatter them around all my friends houses! TRY and say it wouldn't be hilarious."



"Apple or..... pear?"

"Ooooh... two of the most boring of fruits... still... I will play your little game, human! I choose... apple! The crunchier skin is far more fun to sink my teeth into eeheheheheee!"

"What is your favourite object to destroy?"

“Oh, it’s you. If not for your impertinence, I might quite like you for your... peculiar tastes in fun.

My favorite objects to destroy... would be buildings, little man. The bigger they are, the more satisfying the boom.

Question: How do you want to be remembered after you die?“

It wont matter to me since I'll be dead. Maybe my name will be one of so many in one of those military battle cemetaries and some school kid will read the inscription and wonder about the dead soldier.

If you had to be killed in a war, what weapon do you think will give the final blow?

"A chlorophyll grenade. Dangerous, and I doubt I would be able to survive a point blank hit. At least they aren't too painful, as far as I know. I should stay out of wars, just in case."



"Would you rather it be constantly day or constantly night (The main consequences would be removed)?"

"While I prefer the night, daytime would be a better choice if it were permanent. I currently prefer nighttime due to it's peacefulness and if it were consistent, activity would not correspond with how bright out it is."


Would you rather die right now or be immortal?

He sighed, leaning against the wall, clearly bored. "Immortality sounds OK about now." He yawned, tossing a dark green orb up and down.


"Would you rather bleed out or be guillotined?"

"Well, be guillotined, obviously. But I'd like to see them try," Jude said a low growl emanating from his throat following the words, his hazel eyes fixing you in their cold, wolf-like gaze.

"Love or victory?" he asked the next person. "If you had to choose."

"Love is victory, victory is not always love. By logic, I pick love."



"Would you rather never need to eat again or never need to drink again?"

"Hmmmm. Would we still be...you know...alive?"

"Think so. Wouldn't be much of a game if not, would it?"

"Okay. Food, then. There's more to TASTE, and then we can go hunt!"

"YEAH. Food. Let's go with food instead of drink, forever. Maybe there's water in them, too. Maybe that counts. That's probably how desert animals do it so they don't dry up, just eat other things full of water."

"That sounds right, we'll ask dad...

"...but I heard some...some birds and turtles in the desert absorb their own pee, too-! And THAT'S where their water comes from!"

"Oh, you're LYING that's GROSS, how would any animal even do that?"

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"Would you rather talk in rhymes for the rest of your life, or would you sing everything out instead of talk, forever?"

"Talk forever"blackbeard laughed as he steered his ship into the harbor. As he moored his ship he pointed to a stranger and asked. "Would you rather live a exciting short life or live a long boring life?".

Sitting there resting on a chair, he tipped up his hat with a flick on his finger when a question was asked.

''Now... Who would even want that boring life of getting old.. Everything fun happen when you're young.. So if the blue coats take me out before I grow old and boney.. Be my guest''

He looks towards the side, getting in eye-contact.

''Now.. stranger. As this is just a would your rather hussle. Would you rather live your life. Loved by criminals and Outlaws, or loved by the feds and the Goverment?

"Well from experience, I tend to find criminals to have a bigger heart than the feds. I want to repay that love." Eric said with a smirk on his face.

"Would you rather walk barefoot for the rest of your life, or walk in high heels?"

“Hello... friend.”

Figure cloaked in shadow looks to his fellow outlaw.

“I’ve lived a good part of my life ‘loved’ by the Galaxy Federation until I gave them the middle finger. Life felt more fulfilling when I joined the Watchers. You could even say... that they are like family to me. But it wasn’t always like this. Oh, no. Circumstances alone led up to this point, and now all our lives are held by a very fine string. Any moment, those strings may snap.

You look like a fella that likes to indulge in dangerous activities. Maybe I can tempt you with a job or two. Who knows. It might be worth your while.”

The Stranger sighs at the ridiculous question.

“...neither. Heels are not practical, by any means. Walking around barefoot is even more so. Give me boots.

Is there anything you should’ve let go of a long time ago but are still holding on to?”

The demon known as The Angelmaker, known as Desir Ethern in life, seemed to appear out of thin air. Nearby shadows warped and swirled viciously until ever so slowly they formed into a somewhat human like appearance. Desir stood in his true demon form, wings folded behind his back and those red glowing eyes of his looking briefly at the one who asked him a question. When he spoke his reply his voice sounded far away, as if he were several feet away when in reality he was standing right next to you.
"Yes. But I've tried to get rid of it...it just comes back. It comes back because it's a part of me." he says, one shadowy hand moving to his chest.

The demons form wavers in a sudden gentle breeze as he thinks of his own question. "Everyone has done, or will do, something they regret. I have. What is it that you regret doing the most?" he asks, sounding even further away than before. He disliked being around the living too long and so he faded away back behind the veil. The veil that separates the living from the dead.

Kara: she looked up from her piano, flicking a lock of hazel hair out of her face. “Hm. Good question. Probably when I put Duwei to sleep. Didn’t take much, just a sprinkle of this.” She held up a glass bottle filled with a cyan powder. “But That big pest was actually guarding the entire desert... What I thought was “simple trick to get a shiny rock to sell in return for medicine for Sakura” quickly became “what the hell why is there a man in this rock with metal arms”, which quickly became “Sakuras powder doesn’t work on him and he’s shooting run” which quickly became “because I thought I could sell that rock for some medicine I just wiped three towns off the map” and a tear or two. There.”



“Do you feel guilt when someone you care about cries?” She said, before returning to her playing.

Nightmare looked around a bit, is chameleon crawling around on his shoulders. "Yeah, although I try to not show it too much."

"Any instruments you'd want to try out? Maybe I could teach you a few tricks." he said, smirking as he summoned a gray baritone saxophone to him.

Kara: “Piano.” She said bluntly, not looking up from her very own piano.



“Weapon of choice?”

“Depends how special you are, I only use a gun if it’s necessary, I much prefer a lovely knife from my collection.” He smiled just at the thought of the multiple knives.


“If you look back, what’s the big thing that happened to you in your past that pretty much dictated the rest of your life. Up til now.”