Being God. Oh wai-
Monday, 29 March 2010
If you had the opportunity to live one year of your life over again, which year would you choose?
The one when the definition of a year was changed to mean the time taken for the universe to end.
Do you have any scars on your body? If so, how'd you get them?
Just the one over my right eye. It was 1856, and I was fighting some rebellious scoundrels in parts of our great empire. One devious chap tossed sand at my face, a most ungentlemanly manoeuvre, he then made to slice his sword at me, but I expecting this, though blinding, leapt back, and he only removed one of my eyes. Though I was in much agony, I couldn't let the chap get away with it, so I skipped forward and impaled him on my rapier.
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