I’m the village witch! I get to fly around on a broom and have a smart-alek black cat for my best friend!
I’m a small-town frontier sheriff. In a town populated mostly by lizards, rodents, and other various desert creatures.
I’m Captain America.
A young peasant maid working in the house of painter, to become his talented assistant and the model for one of his most famous works.
I’m five plucky talking golden retriever puppies, then.
Oh fuck… the last movie I watched was Snowpiercer. So I guess I have to be the one to nut the naked Emperor, get my friends killed, destroy the world as we know it, and die for the cause now. Um… you’re welcome? (@copperbadge, I blame you.) (Again.) (Still)
HAHAHAHAHA do documentaries count, because if so I’m John motherFucking Kennedy. (It was a very biased documentary.)
Haha I WIN. Snowpiercer, bitches. (If by “I win” you mean “you get to commit acts of inhumanity and then lead a revolution and discover the futility of toppling the existing power system and then destroying humanity,” and I do. So: on second thought: I lose. As, apparently, does humanity.)
I am also Captain America! So whoever upthread there was Captain America, it’s cool, I’m taking up the shield now!
Where would you rather die—HERE, OR IN A JAEGER?!
Looks like it’s in a Jaeger! WOOT!
I am a woman who’s kinda boyfriend forces her to deliver a box to a drug lord. The drug lord uses me as a mule to move a new street drug, and I get sold to sex slavers, who kick my side opening the new drug. The new drug makes me smarter then anyone else on the planet. Oh and I have to change my name to Lucy.
Even though he’s not an Avenger (seriously, Wade, stop asking, it’s not going to happen), Deadpool has his own room in Avengers Tower. No one knows how he got it, or when he moved in. He messes with everyone, except Natasha. Again, no one knows why.