RULES:
1. Put your musique player on shuffle.
2. Press vers l'avant, vers l’avant for each question.
3. Use the song titre as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!
4. Tag 5 people.
5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own commentaires on how it relates to the questions.

1. How are toi feeling today?

rin kagamine - meltdown
(well, the 'meltdown' part is true cause it's hot here)

2. Will toi get far in life?

Ellie Goulding - Lights (wired dubstep remix)
(kinda make sense )

3. How do your Friends see you?

Ke$ha - Boots and Boys
( guess i'ma cowboy err...Girl XD)

4. Will toi get married?...

"Keep Holding on"
You're not alone, together we stand, I'll be par your side, toi know I'll take your hand, When it gets cold and it feels like the end, There's no place to go, toi know I won't give in, No, I won't give in, Keep holding on, 'Cause toi know we'll make it through, we'll make it through, Just stay strong, 'Cause toi know I'm here for you, I'm here for you, There's nothing toi could say, nothing toi could do, There's no other way when it comes to the truth, So keep holding on, 'Cause toi know we'll make it through, we'll make it through, So far away, I wish toi were here, Before...

It became increasingly tense in the estate, the lone, last son of Keller blood sitting in the puffy, leather-backed chair that once sat Damion himself, was now occupied par the brown loutre that once considered himself a son of the Kellers. He fascinated himself with the former journals and recordings of his Uncle-in-law, appreciating the sheer beauty of Damion's labyrinthian mind. He clicked "play", for the umpteenth time today.

"Day four, sixteen hundred hours, subject 145B, Procedure 1150 Seleucid. It seems as if I have successfully created a "Consciousness Server", with Barnaby- I mean, 145B,...

Damion found his way into a small hatch outside Hannah's office, locking it tightly and entering a musty crawlspace, where he got on all fours and did a belly slide to the other end. There, he saw a rusted grate, which he kicked open and plopped out into the snow. It wasn't long before he had started putting on a plush winter manteau made of black leather. Sirens were blaring throughout the city, muffling the normally loud traffic of the streets of Augusta. Damion had to get away from the office complex NOW. 

"Ah, Hannah's got this, if I can get far away enough from detection, the authorities...

A belated pang followed a bright flash, and another right after, and two more, three, until the Glock had emptied its magazine, and a sharp click to purge the barrel of any remaining casings. The one behind the Glock stood with bemusement, shrugging his manteau in disapproval.

"Excellent aim my lord," a well-dressed manchot, pingouin responded. 

"Aim?" the coated manchot, pingouin replied with soft depression in his brown eyes, glaring back at the black cutout target with only five of the seven bullets actually embedded into the head. 

"Aim, five out of seven, toi hit your mark roughly seventy percent of the time,"...

Damion sat in the room in awkward silence, watching the others whisper among themselves. Lilly is in a chair, but her casts are finally gone, and she is capable of walking again, Skipper is seated par her, holding her flipper gingerly as any lover would, Kowalski sat to his right, listening in on the discussion and waiting for the moment to speak, Rico was standing, with Hannah leading the conversation, Private sat par Damion, but has fallen asleep on his lap.

"Look guys, I know he caused a slight breakout at his prison, I know he's still wanted, and broke the terms of his sentence, but I know...

"Don't toi EVER scare me like that again sweetheart, I understand toi want to help other people, but the fact you're always endangered par your job is making me feel cautious," stated a voice. 

Hannah looked at the thin plexiglass screen dividing her from her love, peering at it longingly. 

"Damion, toi don't need to worry about me all the time, okay? The fact that you're here concerns me more!" Hannah shouted, crossing her flippers gently. 

"I've been convicted of murdering millions just because they didn't have an IQ level of 110 ou above, and decided to take on the planet. If there was a...

Saint Michael's Catholic Church was a cathedral, one of the three most renowned churches in all of Fort Grumley, it is adorned with a tall cloche, bell tower, flying buttresses, stained glass depicting every section of the bible, and an underground crypt, where each bishop from centuries' past were entombed. The Imperial government wasn't at all interested in the church, as Richard was a total atheist, as are the Imperial Court and almost 25% of Antarctica's populace. Though none of that mattered, as Hannah, Kowalski, Skipper, Rico, and Private were getting ready to enter the sanctified building of...

Emma sat in the corner of the room, glaring at Kowalski. Thanks to his stupid invention, Ashley had disappeared. He wanted to see if he could combine two people's consciences into a single body, and since no one else volunteered, Emma and Ashley had to do it. He a dit it would be fully reversible. But after the flash of light, Ashley disappeared into thin air. She closed her eyes and a tiny tear trickled down her face. Ash was her best friend, and who knew where he could be. A little question had been plaguing her mind for the past 30 minutes now.

Would she ever see him again?

The idea that...