The cuddly creatures of death test by jay

We all know that things are only cuddly to lure their unsuspecting victims into their grasp, before ravenous gnawing and energetic torture begin.
So, brief mortal, which furry fluffball of demonic existence are you?

Get started with these questions...

1

What is your weapon of choice?

My electric-spewing psycho nastiness.

My elaborate and ingenious world-domination schemes. And a sidekick with the I.Q of rust, if need be.

Guns. Big Guns. Dynamite sticks cleverly hidden in dog bones. And guns

Anything and everything. In my hands, Lego Bricks are deadly, let alone guns and the like.

By RAINING NUCLEAR BOMBS ON EVERYONE HAHAHAHA!!!

Slow-motion kung-fu and epic gunfights with bananas

None. I am a weapon. fighting tooth, claw and neck-snappery

2

What happened to the last person who tried to hug you?

I fried him with millions of volts of thunder and piles of slow, deliberate pain! Yes!

He ended up looking like Swiss cheese. A Swiss cheese riddles with bullets, that is.

I made him sorry. With knives. And claws. And guns. And swords. And poo.

I snapped his back, neck, jaw and eight ribs in the time it would take to say "Ouch."

I KILLED HIM IN AN AMUSINGLY GRUESOME WAY!!

I entertained the fantasy of torturing him for months on end when I (eventually ) take over the world

No-one has ever hugged me. They don't get close enough.

3

Who do you most admire?

Anyone who has ever tried to take over the world from their cage in a laboratory

THE PERSON WHO INVENTED THE IRON MAIDEN!! HAHAHA!!

Jason Voorhees. Freddy Kreuger. Jack the Ripper. Mr Tinkles.

Myself. I rule. And so does my ju-jitsu ass-whipping.

The ever-expanding network of evil monkeys in tuxedos.

Anyone who thinks that they can land a single hit on me. They are all so brave. Rest in Pieces

That mental clone who tried to dominate the world with other clones. Yay!

4

What sound do you associate with killing fluffy bunnies?

A brief sqeak. Then the slump of a small, newly-ventilated body.

Nothing. Silent assassin of silence. Maybe a very short spatter as the head rolls across the grass.

EXPLOSIONS!! SCREAMS OF TERROR!! DIIIIIEEEEE!

Meow. Meow. Splat. Arrrrrrghhhh. Purr.

Killing bunnies if for the small time. Take over the world!! (Gnarf)

The rattle of Uzi bullets against bones, then the squish as I pound the corpse into the ground. Of course.

BZZZACCK! CRZZZZZZK! PEOWWW-MMMM! crackle. hahahahahaaa!

5

Where are you from?

The cyber world where instantaneous mastery of the art of fighting on tyre swings is possible. But there are no spoons.

The shadows of night, where I stalk my oblivious victims. Silently. Definitly silently.

THE HAPPY WORLD OF LOVE AND JOY!! OBLITERATE!!

My cage in a laboraty, near some kind of bridge. Who cares? I am super smart and hell-bent on domination.

I don't know. My violence-torn mind can't remember anything past yesterday's massacres.

A ball. A red ball. It was horrible! Claustraphobia! Reaction: FRY!

A happy house in the suburbia of Los Angeles. I had to move because of my psychopathic tendency to kill everything

6

Lastly, what is your aim in life?

KILL EVERYONE!! BOMB THE CRAP OUT OF EVERYTHING IN SIGHT!! HAAAAHAAAHAAA!

Viciously murder all enemies of monkeykind, in slow-motion fight sequences.

Life is for ending other people's. Stealthily. Must be stealthily.

To be hugged and loved. Slaughter anything thing that moves if the mood takes me.

Uh, let's think. Try to take over the world, maybe?

Get rich quick, test out a large variety of guns on innocent people, and learn to fetch

To discover the reason I can electrocute anyone into a most painful death. Oh wait. It's to do just that. I'm complete!

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