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Holy shit holy shit holy shit. An online quiz was actually 100% right. This IS my battle cry. I've yelled this word out in the middle of the student centre. Whoa. That's scary.

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Okay, the problem with things like this is that usually after they happen, "The Show Must Go On" from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack starts playing, then I hit my alarm clock, groggily say, "Oh, shit, it was just a dream," then get ready for work/school. That being said...


NIGHTOW!!!!!

Nightow is going to be at Otakon. Nightow. Yasuhiro Fucking Nightow (note: Fucking is not really his middle name). Creator of Trigun and Trigun Maximum. The manga that led to my favourite anime series (it may possibly be my favourite manga series, but there's this little thing called a language barrier that prevents full enjoyment of his work). He's going to be at Otakon. Otakon. The convention I'm going to.

YEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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i am



what sexual performer are you?
ou are perverted. in a way. not only do you celebrate excess but you find ways of making everything exquisite. you like pool parties, lots of skin and other gatherings that turn into bachanallian bliss. you're a humanist with near inhuman carnal desires. more often than not you're breed are predicted to rot in hell, so sayeth television evangelists. satan reserves a seat for you.

you won't demure from an orgy if invited and you never cease the search for new contorted bodily pleasures. the party-animal in you could smell the scent of sex from a mile. you say yes to occasional bdsm and say no to bestiality. you are not that low.

oral sex? you like it porn style.

sexual positions? you can write kama sutra variations every year.

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