Who are you?

[runningtable]

I am the shadow on the Moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright

 

[Daft Sikes]

Who am I?
I'm a shroud wrapped in mystery, covered in a crunchy outer layer of enigma. I am shades of gray, I am black and white. I'm the voice in the back of your mind, that you refuse to hear. I'm just this guy, you know. Just this guy who knows that a while a man chooses, a slave obeys, that knows a man IS entitled to the sweat of his brow. I'm just some guy you see on the street, the one that you look at as you walk by, but there's just ... something about him. You don't know what. Hell, I don't know what. I'm just a guy who remembers the Fifth of November, because I can't think of a good reason to forget it. The guy who would rather die like a man, than live like a coward. And you know what? Who cares if you disagree? How dare you tell me who to be. I'm just a guy with some opinions, who knows the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I'm just a guy who's in love, with his car. I'm just looking for somebody to love. Who knows, maybe someday I'll find a strong, assertive girl. Just for me. Who knows? Maybe. I'm just a guy that once hated himself for staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring to prove I'm not alone. It didn't ring. All in all, I guess I could say I'm a guy that's starting to become comfortably numb. Not sure I'm okay with that, but whatever. Anybody who read this far, through my pig sty of a writing style, deserves a hug. Cookies for you.

Bioshock references for the win. *takes cookie*
Is a man not entitled to the internets cookies?
"No," says 4chan, it belongs to Anonymous.
"No," says the other users, they got it first.
"No," says the moderators of other sites, they'll ban you if you even mention the word cookie.
I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different.
I chose the impossible. I chose...the Escapist, a site where the average poster would not fear the banhammer, where the gamer would not be bound by approval or karma systems, where the cookies would not be taken by the trolls! And with the sweat of your brow, the Escapist can become your site, as well.

 

[SomeLameStuff]

I'm just an ordinary girl.

No you're not.

You're a nice ordinary girl.

OT: Well I'm the guy with the busted knee. The lame funny guy with a busted knee.

 

[stormcrow5]

I am legion for we are many

 

[arsenicCatnip]

I am whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am. Radio won't even play my jam.

Cause I am whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am. I don't know, it's just the way I am.

 

[stormcrow5]

I am the shadow on the Moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright

I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace

 

[Redalert9r9r]

I'm a constantly expanding, constantly questioning biological organism controlled by a pulsating, electrifyingly efficient and advanced brain.

I'm a human, and am identical to all other humans; but there has never been a human like me.

 

[Berethond]

Who am I?
I'm a shroud wrapped in mystery, covered in a crunchy outer layer of enigma. I am shades of gray, I am black and white. I'm the voice in the back of your mind, that you refuse to hear. I'm just this guy, you know. Just this guy who knows that a while a man chooses, a slave obeys, that knows a man IS entitled to the sweat of his brow. I'm just some guy you see on the street, the one that you look at as you walk by, but there's just ... something about him. You don't know what. Hell, I don't know what. I'm just a guy who remembers the Fifth of November, because I can't think of a good reason to forget it. The guy who would rather die like a man, than live like a coward. And you know what? Who cares if you disagree? How dare you tell me who to be. I'm just a guy with some opinions, who knows the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I'm just a guy who's in love, with his car. I'm just looking for somebody to love. Who knows, maybe someday I'll find a strong, assertive girl. Just for me. Who knows? Maybe. I'm just a guy that once hated himself for staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring to prove I'm not alone. It didn't ring. All in all, I guess I could say I'm a guy that's starting to become comfortably numb. Not sure I'm okay with that, but whatever. Anybody who read this far, through my pig sty of a writing style, deserves a hug. Cookies for you.

Bioshock references for the win. *takes cookie*
Is a man not entitled to the internets cookies?
"No," says 4chan, it belongs to Anonymous.
"No," says the other users, they got it first.
"No," says the moderators of other sites, they'll ban you if you even mention the word cookie.
I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different.
I chose the impossible. I chose...the Escapist, a site where the average poster would not fear the banhammer, where the gamer would not be bound by approval or karma systems, where the cookies would not be taken by the trolls! And with the sweat of your brow, the Escapist can become your site, as well.

I must offer you a belated welcome.
Welcome! Welcome to Escapistmagazine.com! You have chosen, or been chosen, to relocate to one of our finest remaining Internet Utopias. I thought so much of Escapistmagazine.com, that I elected to establish my administration, here, in the Forums, so thoughtfully provided by our Moderators. I am proud to call Escapistmagazine.com my home. And so, whether you are here to stay, or passing through to parts unknown, welcome, to Escapistmagazine.com. It's safer here.

 

[Naheal]

Who am I? I don't know.

Apparently, you are this guy.

Rockin' 'stache and goatee combo...and M&M figurines...and ceiling fan...

I am more than just my appearance and collection of M&M. I am more than my name and title. I am me, but even then that only scratches the surface. I can say that I do all manner of things, but those are merely what I do. I am more than that. I am the sum of my upbringing and experiences, my environment and my culture, my viewpoints and those who are important to me, those who I've met and those who indirectly affect my life. I am all these things and so much more.

 

[TriggerUnhappy]

Wow, this thread is surprisingly deep and depressing. As for myself, you could say I'm your stereotypical <url=http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/JerkWithAHeartOfGold> jerk with a heart of gold. I'm a very confident, rough around the edges person, always making jokes that seem to make half the room laugh, and the other half offended/pissed. I'm quick to fight/anger when people challenge or try to mess with me, not because I enjoy it by any means, but necessity from the hicks and morons in my area. As a result of this, I have an almost constant barrier up between myself and others, and often I feel afraid to let my guard down/let my feelings shine through, as a way of trying to stay invulnerable I suppose.

This barrier and attitude I maintain makes it hard for me to truly develop connections to others, and it's something I'm currently working on. Despite all of this angsty type stuff, my main goal in life is to just try and have fun while I'm still able, not that moronic "go wild" shit, but to try and stay upbeat, enjoying what few precious experiences life hands me. I guess I could add more, but that seems good enough for now, and I'm really fucking tired anyways.

 

[Dango]

I'm just a boy who loves cute things (and starfish) and tries to be as nice as possible (most of the time).

 

[Drummah]

 

[Daft Sikes]

Who am I? I don't know.

Apparently, you are this guy.

Rockin' 'stache and goatee combo...and M&M figurines...and ceiling fan...

I am more than just my appearance and collection of M&M. I am more than my name and title. I am me, but even then that only scratches the surface. I can say that I do all manner of things, but those are merely what I do. I am more than that. I am the sum of my upbringing and experiences, my environment and my culture, my viewpoints and those who are important to me, those who I've met and those who indirectly affect my life. I am all these things and so much more.

._....I suppose it's appropriate for me to say right now that "a picture is worth a thousand words," huh?

 

[superbatranger]

I am who I am. I am nobody else. I am an ever changing product of the experiences of life.

 

[Frozen Donkey Wheel2]

My name is Michael J. Caboose. And I. HATE. BABIES.

 

[Naheal]

Who am I? I don't know.

Apparently, you are this guy.

Rockin' 'stache and goatee combo...and M&M figurines...and ceiling fan...

I am more than just my appearance and collection of M&M. I am more than my name and title. I am me, but even then that only scratches the surface. I can say that I do all manner of things, but those are merely what I do. I am more than that. I am the sum of my upbringing and experiences, my environment and my culture, my viewpoints and those who are important to me, those who I've met and those who indirectly affect my life. I am all these things and so much more.

._....I suppose it's appropriate for me to say right now that "a picture is worth a thousand words," huh?

You could say that. You'd be missing the point of what I said, though.

 

[zyfyn]

i am the ninja gold wolf

 

[Betancore]

I am me and that means I don't really know who, or what I am. I'm just a regular person who likes to think she's different, and has a lot of strange stuff going on inside. That's about it.

I also have a strange compulsion to quote the lyrics of 'Sad But True' here. So appropriate. But I shall refrain. I'll settle for 'Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you.'

 

[blankedboy]

I'm a piece of poisonous sushi. I hang out with a sphere centurion.

 

[The_ModeRazor]

*Looks left, then right, then remembers quote.*
I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!!!

Heh, not too bad.
Okay, actually, umm.
Kind of a long story you know?
Fine, how about this.
A little antisocial, a little insecure, reasonably humorous, and a grim fucker (or so people think). I tend to question my own deeds, I like thinking waaay to much into things, and I like to pretend I'm Batman.