Nope. Mortality is fine. I'd rather take Weatherwaxiness, never vampirism. (does anyone know that, where Granny Weatherwax, the coolest witch in the multiverse, gets bitten by vampires and infects *them*, and they crave sweet tea and biscuits?)
Hell nah, having a beard is way too much work, it was cool back in high school, but now adays, bleh ( although ironically i have a light beard right now because i've been to lazy/tired to shave it off hahaha )
The next poster actually found the lid for their tupperware in their "organized chaos" of a tupperware drawer
Depends on what I'm swimming in. I've successfully swum in water on numerous occasions, but I have little experience in other fluids. For all I know, I would completely incapable of swimming in apple cider, olive oil, or molten copper.
The next poster can feel their kidneys just by squeezing their abdomen in the right place.
False. I would have to squeeze through my ribs to feel them from the back, and through my spleen or liver to feel them from the front. There are people with abdominal kidneys, but I'm not one of them.
False. I was a tree climber master as a kid, though that was obviously a long time ago. The only climbing I do nowadays is clawing my way out of bed in the morning.
The next poster lives in a very small town where everyone knows eachother and it's all cozy. They drink warm apple cider on street fares and old men sit outside the stores on benches saying "hi" to everyone who passes. They were checkered shirts and jeans and wear cowboy hats and have straws in the corner of their mouths. Sometimes they are called "Dean" or similar trustworthy names. On Sundays they go home to grandma who has made a great stew and serve apple pie for dessert. The sun always shines and there's murdering killer robots roaming the outskirts. Kittens creep in the dead of night and eat the babies. Recently an adventuring group came into town, murdering, looting and solving quests. Then they left. The town went back to normal again. Dean still sits on his bench and greats everyone he sees, one leg missing (it was shot of by one of the killer robots, but he's still a happy chap).
The next poster is afraid of shooting strangers, has a fear of the dark and occasionally runs to the hills with the speed of light to play with madness.
The fear of shooting strangers is why I don't like holding guns. Having the safety on just means you're two twitches away from committing murder, instead of one. Handguns feel especially dangerous because the barrel is so unstable and aiming is more difficult. At least a rifle feels stable and reliable.
The dark can be spooky but I love shadows. Shadows are one of my favorite things.
Running to the hills sounds tiring, and I have enough madness in my life without seeking it out.
When the next poster hears the phrase "armed to the teeth," they imagine a super-assassin dentist.
False, but now that you say it, I can easily visualize it. I thought more of someone with filed teeth, for some reason. Possibly enhanced with metal, too. I try to avoid thinking of dentists.
I go as often as I need to; never less. The dentist visits are actually pretty easy these days. I brush my teeth far better than I used to and I use a Waterpik to floss, and my dentist basically never notices any problems--which is saying something, considering I have a genetic predisposition towards gingivitis! If anything, my teeth should be terrible, but they're actually pretty great.
The people who don't need to go to the dentist are the people who don't have teeth.
The next poster wishes they could be like a shark and just shed their teeth periodically so the new ones are always fresh.
Hmm.. false.. or maybe true. I don't know! Ok, false. I'm happy with my teeth as they are and I never visit the dentist. Haven't for like 10-15 years. Never had a hole and apparently have genes for very good teeth, except for a couple of missing ones to replace the baby teeth and 2 crappy wisdom teeth.
The next person will continue the talk about teeth!
False. I think a bass guitar is bigger (not sure about that, though), it has only 4 strings instead of 6, and they're tuned lower than on a guitar, because otherwise it wouldn't be bass. But I doubt that's all of the differences. I don't play guitar.
I am quite pleased that I am able to digest milk. Milk is delicious! Though for humanitarian reasons I don't drink much cow's milk anymore (most livestock ain't raised all that humanely in the States).
Fun fact: apparently white nationalists are really proud that they're lactose intolerant, since lactose tolerance is stereotypically a western European trait. Thing is, it's also extremely common in subsaharan Africa, where folks also evolved away from lactose intolerance so they could get extra nutrients from their cattle. Yet white nationalists generally wouldn't describe subsaharan Africans as genetically superior despite them having the same trait!
The next poster is either a white African nationalist or a non-practicing vegan.
Neither of those check boxes is applicable, but my pen hovered above 'non-practicing vegan' for a fraction of a second, as I've made a couple attempts at it over the years. I lasted about a month on two separate occasions. The last time my streak ended because I'd forgotten that honey is technically an animal product under the tenets of veganism. I was happily eating a sesame seed bar when someone said, 'hey, I thought you were a vegan, but you're eating honey!' My resolve crumbled after that...
It's not hard to make guesses about the next poster. They can always deny it!
@OrlonKronsteen: There's not really a codified list of vegan rules, so some vegans do make an exception for animal products that don't actually require hurting animals. Honey would be okay in my opinion because beekeepers don't really do anything to the bees but knock them out with gas, and that doesn't really hurt the little guys. Figs would also be okay because the wasps that do get absorbed by some figs aren't doing so as a result of any particular human activity.
The next poster once ate something inedible because it looked like something edible.
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The next poster doesn't like Terry Pratchett.
The next poster wants to have a fully grown dwarven beard, no matter their gender.
The next poster actually found the lid for their tupperware in their "organized chaos" of a tupperware drawer
The next poster has everything in neatly organized and labeled drawers.
The next poster lost a fight with a staircase recently.
The next poster lives over thirty stories high.
the next poster owns the home they live in
The next poster can't swim.
The next poster can feel their kidneys just by squeezing their abdomen in the right place.
The next poster has never climbed a tree.
The next poster lives in a very small town where everyone knows eachother and it's all cozy. They drink warm apple cider on street fares and old men sit outside the stores on benches saying "hi" to everyone who passes. They were checkered shirts and jeans and wear cowboy hats and have straws in the corner of their mouths. Sometimes they are called "Dean" or similar trustworthy names. On Sundays they go home to grandma who has made a great stew and serve apple pie for dessert. The sun always shines and there's murdering killer robots roaming the outskirts. Kittens creep in the dead of night and eat the babies. Recently an adventuring group came into town, murdering, looting and solving quests. Then they left. The town went back to normal again. Dean still sits on his bench and greats everyone he sees, one leg missing (it was shot of by one of the killer robots, but he's still a happy chap).
The next poster talks to inanimate objects.
The next poster is afraid of shooting strangers, has a fear of the dark and occasionally runs to the hills with the speed of light to play with madness.
The dark can be spooky but I love shadows. Shadows are one of my favorite things.
Running to the hills sounds tiring, and I have enough madness in my life without seeking it out.
When the next poster hears the phrase "armed to the teeth," they imagine a super-assassin dentist.
The next poster has less than 32 teeth.
The next poster NEVER goes to the dentist.
The people who don't need to go to the dentist are the people who don't have teeth.
The next poster wishes they could be like a shark and just shed their teeth periodically so the new ones are always fresh.
The next person will continue the talk about teeth!
The next poster skipped breakfast today (I didn't! Yay!)
Edit: Umm, since breakfast usually involves teeth, does that contradict my answer?
The next person does not really know the difference between Type 1 and Type 2 Diabetes without looking it up.
The next poster likes sappy movies.
The next poster is super-excited that they're making another Matrix movie!
The next poster knows all differences between a guitar and a bass guitar.
The next poster is lactose intolerant.
Fun fact: apparently white nationalists are really proud that they're lactose intolerant, since lactose tolerance is stereotypically a western European trait. Thing is, it's also extremely common in subsaharan Africa, where folks also evolved away from lactose intolerance so they could get extra nutrients from their cattle. Yet white nationalists generally wouldn't describe subsaharan Africans as genetically superior despite them having the same trait!
The next poster is either a white African nationalist or a non-practicing vegan.
The next poster is a practicing vegan.
The next poster likes to put sausages in pretty much all of their home-made dishes. Especially blood sausages.
The next poster doesn’t like to make assumptions about people hence why they find it difficult to guess a fact about the poster after them.
@OrlonKronsteen: There's not really a codified list of vegan rules, so some vegans do make an exception for animal products that don't actually require hurting animals. Honey would be okay in my opinion because beekeepers don't really do anything to the bees but knock them out with gas, and that doesn't really hurt the little guys. Figs would also be okay because the wasps that do get absorbed by some figs aren't doing so as a result of any particular human activity.
The next poster once ate something inedible because it looked like something edible.
The next poster doesn’t cook at all.