Which Member Of The Gang Are You?
Finally answer life's great question - which member of the gang are you!
How would you make your fortune?
Where might you meet the love of your life?
How do you view your role in your friend group?
How do you feel about sewers?
Where do you stand on gun control?
Do you like animals?
What's your favorite food?
What would you do to relax?
Where might you go on vacation?
What would you consider to be your greatest attribute?
What's the best way to stay in shape?
Who would win in a game of Chardee McDennis?
And finally, which of these wise words is your motto?
You know what's really important in life: you! You know that you are high above the rest, that your immaculate body was carved to the proportions of Michelangelo's David, and that your Superman facial structure (he was the original) makes you a god among mortal men. You know how to play your friends like finely tuned instruments, and your sexual exploits are the stuff of legend. Of course, this may all be in your head . . . nah, you're the greatest!!
You lead a simple life. Your most treasured hobbies include crawling around like a worm in the sewers with your best friend/bedtime pal/possible father, foraging for rings and coins, writing songs, inventing helpful cat related apparel, and stalking the woman of your dreams. All in all, you are a simple man with a simple thought - that life is about these small and wondrous joys. You are king of the rats, friend to ghouls, and the most lovable (if probably smelliest) member of the game. You are, in short, the wildcard bitches!
You may be the newest addition to your gang, but your place in it has been well established and now no one could imagine a gang without you. You have won at life, but now it's time to get weird with the time you have left. You enjoy simple pleasures like dropping acid in parking lots, rummaging through trash with your closest pal, and most of all, banging' whores. You may be old, but in a gang of miscreants you are far from the elder statesman.
Your gang doesn't appreciate you. They don't appreciate your immense talent, your craftiness, and your abilities in a fight. You really don't need them to. You know how great you are. You know that without you, all those dick-holes would be nowhere. They need you, even if they blame everything on you and leave you to shoulder the blame for all of their mistakes. Deep down they know your good. They should tell you you're good. You're good. Just tell you you're good. TELL ME I'M GOOD!
Where would any gang be without it's very own Mac? ~ in a lot of trouble probably. You keep the gang safe and keep everybody together. You are the glue that holds your gang intact. With your incredible physical powers, you assess all threats to your friends and protect their livelihood through constant security checks and by having them call (because you worry when they don't call). You may have had to use your power against them from time to time, but you are eager to please and rarely choose sides. It's best to stay neutral anyway, and wait for your moment. The moment to strike! Keep up your training, and maybe tack on some mass.