Gabriel

Capriel.

Brings back all the edgy memories, a solid 9/10.

Oh I'm familiar with you.

My psychic meter points to...24?

Aye, my mother probably choked halfway through naming me or something by the looks of it lmao.

I'd rate mine around eh...4-5/10. Matias is a bit too nerdy sounding for my taste. My middle name though, Ilmari. Now there's some vomit inducing stuff, makes my first name sound golden in comparison.

It looks like a cropped meme macro/10 For reals though, I'd say it is a solid 9/10

9/10 Those guitars are heavy though! I'm so feeling it! Here's some even more spacey stuff.

This thread needs some defibrillators again. 9/10,I like the dark country style, it goes along really nice with the rock n' roll! Now, an eighties classic from my country. Lyrics are beautiful, too bad probably less than 1% of you guys actually understand them though.

Aye, seen you a lot around the forum games area. (Edit: Ninja'd pretty damn fast, but it still applies) Or...maybe it's the same guy. I change my profile name every chance I get.

Nineteen?

Well, it's a Gundam so there's nothing I could really do. If it's avatar vs avatar, then it's a tight match depending on equipment.

On the occasion. I think this is the first time I've replied directly to you though so...hello!

Anaconda

10/10 that's catchy as heck! All the pirate songs go straight into my playlist. x3

Inserts a quarter and a half.

Blows the dust away from this thread. Got 82.4% from the first one and "Renegade Leader" from the second. "You are fearless to the undead. You will fight your way to survive even if it costs your humanity. Sure people fear you, but there's a reason why you put that in them. You show no weakness and crave the territorial power of control that you have over your recruits. Some may call you evil, but they are just foolish and weak; unfit to survive in this new world." I guess the army experience helps a lot with the first test. (Scores probably dropped from the medicine parts since I didn't know what the heck I was doing with them back then and neither do I know now aside from like, one CPR class and the mandatory stuff that is taught to conscripts at camp). Renegade Leader is pretty spot on I think. People are wild animals when something like that goes down so a smart person should put the animals on a leash and treat them as such.

9/10. Don't like AC/DC's music too much myself but hats off to that.

Blueberries all the way and back. Bananas are a weird, mushy mess that tends to make me gag. They taste pretty odd as well. I could eat them if my life depended on it but since my life is not in a danger that only eating bananas would fix, blueberries win by a mile.

Great, so he wasn't a conversation starter either, this was going to be one damn awkward session I could tell you that much. I responded to his answer with a simple smirk before I basically slammed the cup onto the table and proceeded to shake my hand in the air with a barely audible 'ouch' coming from under my breath. After this sudden reaction I decided to even things out by slowly sitting on the chair opposite to him, crossing my legs and twiddling my thumbs under the table as I made sure to look at everything except him, and after about a minute or so had passed, I touched the coffee cup with my hand only to realize that it was still burning. Not only was I super sensitive to cold, it also worked the other way around. From the cup I moved my left hand to fiddle around with the hairband keeping my ponytail together as I finally decided to open my mouth for something else than breathing. "Uh, sorry for being rude and all, my name's Verna." I said, totally unsure if this would do nothing but annoy him further since he did look like he just wanted to listen to his music and nothing else. He didn't, however, look hostile or anything at all so I decided to keep going, he'd shut me up if need be. "Though friends just call me Vee or Vick, I don't know where the latter one comes from because-" I stopped my lecture before it even started, shifting my blue eyes from the window to him, trying to recall if I had just forgotten something quite important. Ah, there it was. "Eh, sorry. What's your name? Nice to meet ya, by the way." I felt a little embarrassed for jumping all across the place with something as simple as an introduction but eh, it was at least a B+ grade performance, seeing that I usually never dealt with strangers.

8.5/10 I guess it's pretty good for like, driving around town in the afternoon but otherwise it eh, I can't really get a grasp of all the happiness in it, since I like my songs a bit more melancholic.

9/10 Since it's so close to mine. Matias.

9/10 a pretty good one from Maiden, especially the guitars nearing the end! I have listened this one close to what...a hundred times? That's the why my reply was so fast. And to @SomeCoffee Sabaton is the best! Absolutely holds a special place in my heart waaay above even Maiden or Metallica!

I sat on a wooden bench in our vestibule, leaning against the equally wooden wall. Crossing my fingers on my stomach I stretched my legs as far as I could, simply staring at my black all stars with an unimpressed pout on my face. It was things like this that made me mad. I didn't want to do their stupid shopping, I didn't want to run their stupid errands. Did they make me just to put a collar on my neck and walk me around like a dog? That, or they just simply wanted me to take more responsibility now that I had just recently turned grown-up. Both options sucked, so it didn't really matter. I let out the longest sigh as I stretched my hands, slowly rising up from the uncomfortable excuse of a chair and grabbed my wallet, stuffing it into the painfully too small left pocket of my black skinny jeans so that it surely bulged out like a tumor. Why not the right pocket, then? It was reserved for my phone. No matter what I had to do or where I had to go, the phone was in the right pocket and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Speaking of which, I reached my right hand to the pocket, probing it with my fingers until I got a grasp of the black earbuds that were partially hanging from it, I roughly pulled them to my chest level where I could inspect them. Knotted to crap, as always. The next five minutes were spent trying to undo the headache of a puzzle, which eventually proved quite successful, and with another sigh I put them to their rightful places in my ears and opened the phone, letting the first song play out as I took a few steps, reaching for the front door. It was a cold as damn day, nothing unusual for this place. I basically snuggled my own jacket like a teddy bear as I walked forward through our yard and to the streets, thinking all the time whether or not it would have been a good idea to put on something thicker than just this jean jacket. Oh hey, at least I looked like the coolest chick in town when I froze to death. I chuckled at the stupid joke my head had put together, slowly tightening my pace to stay warm. It was maybe around zero Celsius outside to be honest, I just couldn't even open the fridge without transforming into an ice cube. Now it was probably a good time to check out what I actually had to do around town, so I dug out my wallet with only relative pain and opened it up, grabbing a small piece of paper that was haphazardly stuffed into the cash section before jamming the leathery thing back into the pocket. It was written with abysmal handwriting and an almost run out pen, meaning that the list was put together by no one else than my dad. I stopped to give it a read. I was used to it, lived in the same house with the guy and all that, so it didn't take too long to decipher what it said. A grocery list, foodstuffs on the other side and random things they wanted on the other. No idea how they intended me to carry all of it, should have given me a magic wand or something to wingardium leviosa all of this stuff into our kitchen via the window. An exasperated huff escaped my mouth as I gritted my teeth. Were they taking the piss? I looked around a little, trying to take my mind off the subject matter before I would snap, march back home and do something stupid. A rather basic looking cafe hit my eye as I spun a three sixty on my spot, deciding that a hot cup of heaven wouldn't kill me. As I gently opened the door, I took my right earbud off and just let it hang there while the left one was still blasting music. I walked to the counter, ordered a vanilla coffee, paid with my dads money and turned around. Now that I actually had a proper look, the place was packed, something I had not considered before doing the purchase. After walking around like a clueless donkey for a minute I finally spotted a free seat, though the table was already reserved by some random guy in a leather jacket. Too bad I wasn't the hyper-social type like the bulk of my age. Biting my lip I walked a few steps closer to him, the hot coffee already starting to scorch my hand. I put on a friendly smile as I cleared my throat in order to catch his attention. "Hi...uh, can I sit here?"

Tea tastes better but it doesn't keep you awake for days on end so I will go with coffee since staying up is pretty mandatory for me. Are you patriotic?