What kind of looter am I?

The Earth is a violent place. With one hand it gives - bountiful food, beautiful blue skies, the miracles of life and evolution - and with the other it takes away. Earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, flash floods; disaster may always be around the corner.

And with it comes loot.

Don't look at me like that. You know full well that if your town were destroyed by a horrific incident, the first thing you'd do is ram a brick through a store window and steal a busload of televisions. Bread? You'd steal ten loaves without blinking an eye. HDTV? The ten strongest men in your borough couldn't hold you back, you rascal, not even if they had crowbars and manly seventies moustaches.

But what kind of looter are you? What kind of looter, more to the point, do your friends think you are? Continue, you freeloading but charming piece of detritus, and you will discover.

Enter a name here - you can use your own or steal someone else's, you scallywag: