choice d: brush my teeth??? NO good sir i CLEANSE them with the might of a warrior!!1!1! no cavities will DARE attack my pearly whites, for i am too strong, too great to be defeated!
They’re all just pick which one you want to be quizzes. Maybe I should make one. How do you make a quiz?
If you got that result you picked answers that gave you Roman points. I thought that quiz out very carefully. I even did math so it wouldn’t be more likely to give one result over another. Just enjoy being royalty.
Now I’m only mildly concerned that the only answer you can get is Roman. 😂
I assure you that they’re all equally possible. When I took it I got Virgil.
I approached the barren, vacant face slowly, my truck rumbling out a comforting roar behind me. I stopped when I got to the porch stairs, because there was nothing here. No lingering sense of their presence…of his presence. The house was solidly here, but it meant little. Its concrete reality would not counteract the nothingness of the nightmares.
I didn’t go any closer. I didn’t want to look in the windows. I wasn’t sure which would be harder to see. If the rooms were bare, echoing empty from floor to ceiling, that would certainly hurt. Like my grandmother’s funeral, when my mother had insisted that I stay outside during the viewing. She had said that I didn’t need to see Gran that way, to remember her that way, rather than alive.
But wouldn’t it be worse if there were no change? If the couches sat just as I’d last seen them, the paintings on the walls-worse still, the piano on its low platform? It would be second only to the house disappearing all together, to see that there was no physical possession that tied them in anyway. That everything remained, untouched and forgotten, behind them.
Just like me.
(for kellythepitiablefangirl)
It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I’ll never forget the first time i walked through those doors. It’ll be nice to do that again as a free man. That was a noble thing you did back there. He doesn’t deserve it. Well, i just didn’t think my dad would have wanted his two best friends to become killers. Besides, dead, the truth dies with him. Alive, you’re free.
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