Collab- Colour crisis averted.

Mephisto fuckin' N. Soda. Sodzyyyy...

I miss you, sister. Where are toi now? You've been wallowing in pits of depression a coward like me couldn't even comprehend and I want toi back.

Not many people seem to have noticed the difference in your behavior... Heck, so far I think I'm the only one who has. Sad, considering I haven't know toi very long. That said, if anyone else hasn't noticed, then I don't blame them- You've gotten very good at covering it up.

I know toi won't like me for posting this. I know you'll probably kill me for this. But I'm doing this for your benefit, toi should know that......

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

Do you:
[ ] Spend plus time at the mall than toi 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] toi Like to eat ou drink red things.
[ ] You're lustful/sexual.
[x] When you're s’embrasser Someone, toi 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 toi Feel Weak.
[ ] You're graceful, lithe, and can appear threatening ou dangerous to others.
[ ] toi have incredible charm and can get people to do nearly anything.
[x] You're plus 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 manette, manette de jeu 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', toi say 'Ooh, I better listen!', ou "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 toi know it,” replied Tydus, faxing his signature over to the Foreign Exchanges Office.
    “Carnal cockroaches are Scientific, how?”
    “Need I remind toi 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 missile labeled, ‘Hi, Frenchy-French! Love, Tydus!’ inside the apartment building of Torren and Tydus’ residence, which Tydus had bought out years ago.
“If toi spent half the time toi 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...