Your mother.

Get the hell away from me or I'm calling the Remmies.

Well you'd have to ask in person, but I'm pretty sure it's military fi-Ha! Thought you could get me to admit to having a favorite child that easily, did you?

No! Fudge you, Formspring, you can't tell me what to do! You're not the boss of me! D=<

The TitanMag...Magtanic? Magitania? Santa Maggia? Shoot, my name doesn't work for boats at all! D=

Hrm. The Ml'Ruse. Has a nice ring to it. Maybe that.

Yep! Not very many of us, though.

I don't trust anyone. I just try to understand how they think and act and feel, and then decide how much distance to put between myself and them, based off that information. I don't trust the people closest to me, I /know/ the people closest to me, and I'm sure I wouldn't let them anywhere near as they are, had I any doubts as to their authenticity.

Reinholdt, are you there? Good. All the above text you just read? that is why I will never love you. That, and because I'm not gay. Jump off a bridge and choke to death on your own tail. D=<

An extra life. Not because /they/ want it, but because I don't know what I'd do without them.

Nope! Next question.

It feels like freedom. The moniker of 'supervillain' really isn't the most accurate of titles; I spend a lot of time saving the world and fighting crazy bad guys, just like heroes do. The only real difference is people don't freak out as much if I do something petty and cruel for kicks and giggles. They just say "Oh, that's Magtok. He's a supervillain, you know," and go right on with their lives.

Nyquil. =P

Seriously, though? It's because I know that deep down, none of it matters. I studied the Nexus for a long time, and with deadtime, people just fading out of existence, NPCs, etc., I have incontrovertible evidence that my life is fiction. My only true duty is to remain interesting, relevant, fresh, and exciting. If a few other make-believe heads need to roll for me to do so, so be it. An eternal life of fitful sleep and guilty consciences is better than the cold darkness of oblivion. You can't blame me for these sins, because I didn't godmod anyone. YOU let your characters suffer at my hands, not me. So let me ask you a question: How do YOU sleep with it?

Matthat and Hassan. One's a tricksy wizard (in other words, Matthat magicks) and dastardly merchant who'll try to sell anything to anybody for no less than triple its actual value. The other is his camel companion, trusty steed, and undoubtedly the smarter of the pair, responsible for plucking the foolish and reckless Matthat out of danger, whenever it rears its ugly head (which would be often).

Unfortunately however, the pair just felt too much like Sirtch and Ol' Witless, but switched around a little, and with an Arabian desert theme, rather than an American Western style. I decided against bringing them into the Nexus because I didn't want to look like I was going stale or something.

Tesla. /endquestion

James Dalton: MagMart. All my favorite household chemicals and incendiaries under one roof. What's not to love?

Needs Food Badly: The left ventricle of a whale's heart.

What Pumpkin: Complaints regarding the pointlessness of assigning personal affection to geography aside, Riverside ideal staging point for the gradual extermination of all sentient life.

Magtok: Holy fkuc you guys are nuts. ._.

It used to happen much more often, but nowadays me and Magtok are more or less completely in sync with one another.

...Which is honestly a little scary, given the sort of person he is. ._.

The Magtok who died on Olympus definitely took me by surprise a couple times, though. That sumbitch is totally nuts, even by MagClone standards.

No, of course not.

Go chain yourself to the bumper of a car and then drive it off into a boiling lake of acid.

OOC-wise, I'm the oldest guy in the entire Nexus, not counting Atreyu the Masked Llama. So technically, /everyone/, male and female, is younger than me. So go fudge yourself sideways with a rusty halberd.

You don't know anything at all about the 80s, do you?

I'm going to kick you right in your stupid flank for that, Rarity.