I can draw o3o Badly.

[ ] You own over 10 bottles of nail polish
[ ] You own a designer purse
[ ] You own perfume that cost over $60
[ ] You had/have fake nails
[ ] Your pet is a Chihuahua/Pomeranian/Yorkshire Terrier/Siamese/Shih Tzu/mini anything
[ ] You have clothes/shoes/accessories for your pet
[ ] You have enough clothes to cover an entire refugee camp
[ ] You have enough pictures to create your own wallpaper
[ ] A kulay-rosas comforter, carpeting, walls or sheets
Total So Far: 0

Do you:
[ ] Spend madami time at the mall than you do at homework
[ ] Have had a hair color that is not natural
[ ] Have "blonde moments" at least...

~VAMPIRE~

[ ] You'd rather be pale than tan.
[x] You Like to eat or drink red things.
[ ] You're lustful/sexual.
[x] When you're halik Someone, you tend to bite them.
[ ] You're dark, mysterious, and seductive.
[x] You've tasted your own blood before and liked It.
[x] Being Out In The Sun Too Long Makes You Feel Weak.
[ ] You're graceful, lithe, and can appear threatening or dangerous to others.
[ ] You have incredible charm and can get people to do nearly anything.
[x] You're madami active at night.

Total: 5

~INCUBUS/SUCCUBUS~

[ ] You're Incredibly lustful/sexual.
[ ] Sex Is Almost Always On Your Mind....

Estill ran everything over on the view screen so Tydus could finish relishing the end result.
"I want this on DVD. Command Prompt 9" Tydus said, moving a dyoistik back and forth.
"Command Prompt accepted. ETP, five minutes," automatically responded Estill, taking a DVD from the stack and burning a copy. "Seriously, Tydus, this isn't some insane plot to bomb France. We're dropping two critatons of Kastorium into Mars' core while Artemis and Torren are there for the weekend."
"We'd be doing the Martians a favor."
"Dude, really? When I say 'seriously', you say 'Ooh, I better listen!', or "Gosh, Essti,...

Ambassador Steele considered Tydus’ offer over video chat.
    Ten-thousand Koffers in exchange for one of their Nimean Nuclear Proliferation credits.
    “Fifth time this month, Tydus. Not even been a week since the La Cucaracha incident in St. Christoph’s Square.”
    “That was for Science and you know it,” replied Tydus, faxing his signature over to the Foreign Exchanges Office.
    “Carnal cockroaches are Scientific, how?”
    “Need I remind you that I was the single biggest...

Tydus feverishly worked at his Diadem branded laptop under his apartment building in the pursuit of one goal- bombing Mortal France.
A negaton of Kastorium Chloride filtered through several pumps into a special misayl labeled, ‘Hi, Frenchy-French! Love, Tydus!’ inside the apartment building of Torren and Tydus’ residence, which Tydus had bought out years ago.
“If you spent half the time you did calculating ways to break Torren and Artemis up actually putting the calculations into practice in controlled computer environments,” began Estill, Tydus’ Fabricated Personality Protocol after...