Eviora

Rather irritating. I don't remember. It's probably been years. Now you're making me want some again!

Four, I think.

D= You broke the rules - and my heart with them! y u do dis?

If all land were replaced with water and all water with land, you would be able to survive?

If your former self from one week ago and your former self from one year ago reappeared and retraced the exact actions they took back then, how often would they bump into each other?

Can you juggle? (Reply only after learning how to juggle.)

How loud can you yell?

Understood. If you make exactly one post today, exactly two tomorrow, exactly three the next day, etc, how many posts will you make in total after 147 days?

Why?

Based on my personal experiences, and what several people I have spoken with have told me, I'm guessing that many people react so badly to failure because they have an unstable self image and try to overlay "success" onto "self". Many people don't know what they want to do with their lives. There was a time when I was one of them. I had no direction, no real aspirations, I thought it was all pointless. So I did what others told me I ought to do. In my case, that meant "succeeding" in school. And, forgive my immodesty, but I completely excelled at that. Several of my teachers practically worshiped me. It was all way too easy, and I let academic success become who I was. I was dead back then, so there really wasn't much "self" to displace. But, of course, I wasn't perfect. Sometimes, I would make silly mistakes. If I got less than a 97 or so on anything, I beat myself up. If I knew I messed one thing up on a test and feared I might get less than a B, I was often outright suicidal. But I plowed ahead anyway, because that was who I was. Who I had to be. Without that, there was nothing left. In the end, I graduated college near the top of my class. And then... I fell apart. That was not me. It never had been. What was I doing with my life? What was I? That "success" had only ever been an illusion. Something to make me feel like I was worth something. But, in reality, it had only been a distraction. I had never bothered to understand myself. There was no passion for me to chase. I was a complete failure after all. When you're a child, you're told: "Be yourself." "Follow your dreams." "You can do anything." When you're older, you are told: "Sacrifice yourself. Your dreams are impossible. Be a cog in the system." I internalized that second set of messages, but they only left me empty. I should have never let them set my direction for me. To truly succeed - that is, to find fulfillment in something - you need some understanding of yourself. That is something our education system completely fails to convey, and in the absence of that lesson, far too many people come to define themselves by the results of the trials others place before them. That's why failure is so devastating. It destroys the self that others tell us we ought to be. Anyway, that's how I feel about the subject. Sorry 'bout the somewhat aimless nature of my ramblings!

It was meant to be an annoying and confusing question. I've been trolling plenty of AMAs with silly questions like that! You can get revenge in my AMA, if you want. xD By the way, the answer is 180,900.

BZZZZZZT! Wrong, wrong, wrong! I never said Bastion had to be in turret mode to activate his ultimate!

How many AMA threads have or will you make in your life? Please note this question requires you to count your future actions, too.

Suppose Bastion's ultimate were changed to "For every bullet your Bastions fire in turret mode, create a copy of Bastion in turret mode that fires until a full 300 round is expired." If you fire two full 300 bullet rounds as Bastion, then ultimate, then all your Bastion clones fire all their rounds and you fire another 300 bullet round, then you ultimate again, how many Bastion clones does your second ultimate create?

I'd ask her to show me new pictures of them over and over until she breaks and relents.

I may be crazy, but even I'm not so far gone that I actually want to bite a bullet. It can't be good for your teeth. Strategy is nice and all, but it's not like I get to make any choices regarding that, so sticking out my tongue at people who would hurt me is about the limit of what I can do. I've already 90% given up on this shameful world, anyway. If others decide they want to juggle nukes, good luck with that.

"Not in the good way" is right. I'd really prefer for this guy to go away, but he'll probably weasel his way through. Decades more of oppression for me. At least it's comfortable inside this tower.

What's the cumulative volume of the ashes left by the iguana corpses?

How many iguana corpses are inside the box?

Put an empty box in front of you, then seal it. Then, by means of magic, invert the world such that all things that were inside the box are now outside and all things that were outside the box are now inside. How many iguanas are in the box?

That's perfectly true. =D Since you seem allergic to my first question, let me ask you an easier one. How many times did you sneeze yesterday?

That's not my problem. You said to ask you anything. =p

How long is the drive from Toronto to Paris is you take the shortest route? Don't forget to account for ocean depth in your response.

Why is it possible for me to be in the far west, sail directly west, and end up in the far east?

Junk food, of course. I dated Papyrus the other day. So... smooch a ghost.