I was the first one to make it. And here it damned well is.

Which LOST SOULS character are you?

Because I like blood, sex, and rock n roll.




1. Alright. Your object of affection?
*looks around suspiciously* Steve.
Ann or Ghost? Ah, fuck...
Steve? Zillah? Oh, damnit! I'm such a slut! *cries*
Nothing.
I LIKE TWINKIES!!!! Gimme yo cream fillin!
I know who MY daddy is! Zillah.
Blood, booze, or drugs? Tough choice.
I...am too lonely and ancient...for affection.

2. On a count of one to ten, how evil are you?
Evil...? Me...? 1.
I'm a hapless lushly stoner. I meant not what I do. 4.
Evil? I'm just a sex object in this story! Gah! 2.
HA HA HA HA HA...10.
hee hee, blood and death, hee hee. I'm a lackey, so I guess that makes me a mere 7.
I'm so neutral. 5.
Ask fuckin' Molochai, not me. 8.
Maybe...maybe not. I am a creature of old instinct. 6.

3. Alright kids. Instrument of death.
Knife.
Violence, yes! Baseball bat, you weird ass motherfucker!
CLOTHESHANGER...
*reveals razorblade clenched in sharpened teeth*
I'll EAT you to death...heh heh...
There's no need to kill.
Broken wine bottle? Teeth? Cutting insults...?
*sigh* I use my bare teeth.

4. Sex monkey.
Steeeeeve....*eyes glaze over*
Fuckin A...I need a fattie.
I HAVE NO MONKEY!
C'mere bitch, I'm gonna spank you!
*hoots*
Sex.....monkey? You dare insult me...?
Can I be the monkey?
Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer weiner!

5. STEREOTYPE!
Goody-goody.
STOOOOOONEEEERRR....or is it drunk? Or abusive jerk? Oh, shit...
*cries* Why am I always the slut?!
Badass motherfucker.
BIG IS BEAUTIFUL DAMN YOU! I'LL RIP OUT YOUR THROAT!
I don't really fit a stereotype.
uhm, the lackey....? The sidekick...? Fuck!
The bleeding heart.

6. Okay, how about....porn?
...
Right above my bed. On the ceiling. Yyyyup.
*cries* FUCK YOU!
I am walking, talking, breathing, fucking sex incarnate. And you are my bitch. ...No need for porn, now bend over.
I LIKE PORN! DO YOU LIKE PORN?! YAAAY! POOOORN!
*thinks of Laine* I have all the memories I will ever need. heheheh porn heheheheh.
.....There's porn of me.
I think I said I was lonely before....isn't that a huge-ass clue...?

7. Pick your poison, sweetie.
White Horse whiskey.
Natty Boho. Bud. Beer. Fuck it- as long as I get drunk, it's all good.
Rolling Rock.
Chartreuse. *evil grin*
LSD saturated MILK N COOKIES!
The bottle in the back, with the red stuff....the special recipe so-called moonshine.
Let's go for three shots of Everclear, two whiskey, one vodka. I'll drink you all under the table!
I....*ulp* don't drink.

8. Gimme yer type of Rock n Roll.
I sing my own songs.
...and I write my own music.
Cocteau Twins.
David Bowie, the Cure, Bela Lugosi's Dead...or something to kill to.
Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar...oh, don't ask why...oh, don't ask why...
I like this band...called Lost Souls?...and maybe Tom Waits...or the Cure...wow, I dunno.
Ground control to Major Tom...
I pay no mind to such trivial, mortal things.

9. Who can save you?
I save myself...but, oh, Steve....
Only thing that's kept me alive s'been Ghost, man.
I can't be saved.
Certainly not your Jesus Christ!
FOOD! SNACKY CHIPS WILL SAVE US ALL!
I cannot save you. You can only save yourself.
It is my will to be destroyed.
We all have to die sometime, loved or not.