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Member of the Empire

Who's the more foolish - the fool, or the fool who follows him?

About Me

Im a Bad Ass of unimanigable degree... so get over it... i am allso a helpless Star Wars adict when im not pretending to be semi inteligent... witch i do most of the time... oh and my spelling sux the big one.
You scored as Form VII: Juyo/ Vaapaad. Dubbed the "Way of the Vornskr," Form VII was an incomplete form for millennia. It was further developed by Jedi Master Mace Windu, who could complete it with his, "Vaapaad" style. The most challenging and demanding of all forms, Form VII requires extreme, intense focus, high levels of skill, and mastery of other forms. Only two Jedi have ever mastered Form VII fully, Mace Windu and Depa Billaba. One other Jedi, Sora Bulq, mastered its physical aspects but was overwhelmed by the required mental discipline. Form VII, when fully mastered, results in extraordinary power.

Form VII: Juyo/ Vaapaad


98%

Form V: Shien


98%

Form III: Soresu


86%

Form II: Makashi


73%

Form IV: Ataru


53%

Form VI: Niman


38%
Which Lightsaber form would you use?
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My Interests

Intelegent conversations, dispite my horible spelling, Role Playing, Grafic Novils (AKA Comic Books), Phylosophy, Psycology, and Poetry... "WHAT!? FUCK OFF, IM A FUCKING SQUIRREL!"

I'd like to meet:

Darth Vader, FUCK YES!!! My pirate name is: Dread Pirate Flint Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr! Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

Music:

Yes... I like music... Dont you?... Now stop asking stupidquestions!
how jedi are you? :: by lawrie malen

Movies:

Star Wars, and The Boondock Saints... Period... I SAID PERIOD!

Television:

Rarely watch T.V... The Comp is better...

Books:

Arostotol, All Phylosopy, Robert Frost's poetry, Most books dealing with Psycology, Ender's Game, and Grafic Novils (AKA Comic Books).
How evil are you?___________________________________________________________ ___________________________ The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding- riding-riding- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.___________________________________________________ ___________________________________ He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.________________________________________________________ ______________________________ Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair._______________________________________________________ _______________________________ And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-________________________________________________________ ______________________________ "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."_______________________________________________________ _______________________________ He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West._______________________________________________________ _______________________________ He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon; And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon, When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching- Marching-marching- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.___________________________________________________ ___________________________________ They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed; Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride._______________________________________________________ _______________________________ They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest; They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast! "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say- Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!________________________________________________________ ______________________________ She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years, Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!_______________________________________________________ _______________________________ The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest! Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast, She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again; For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight; And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.____________________________________________________ __________________________________ Trot-trot; trot-trot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear; Trot-trot, trot-trot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, The highwayman came riding, riding, riding! The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!______________________________________________________ ________________________________ Trot-trot, in the frosty silence! Trot-trot, in the echoing night! Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light! Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.______________________________________________________ ________________________________ He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood Bowed, With her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood! Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear How Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.______________________________________________________ ________________________________ Back,he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat, When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat._____________________________________________________ _________________________________ And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding- riding-riding- A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.___________________________________________________ ___________________________________ Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard, And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred; He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Heroes:

Luke Sky-Walker, Han Solo, Spider-Man... YES I SAID SPIDER-MAN... YOU WANT TO FIGHT ABOUT IT?! Darth Vader, and Obi-Wan Kanobi.Your results:
You are Spider-Man Spider-Man 100% Superman 95% Batman 80% Green Lantern 77% Iron Man 75% The Flash 73% Robin 66% Hulk 52% Catwoman 26% Wonder Woman 21% Supergirl 15% You are intelligent, witty,
a bit geeky and have great
power and responsibility.
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