Add ‘em up, and locate your score below.
Perfectly
evil:
549-605
Kinda evil, but not totally:
469-548
Right on that thin line:
367-468
Mostly good, but you ain’t perfect:
235-366
Damn near perfect. You make me sick: 117-234
549-605- You are evil incarnate. You are feared and reviled by all who
know you. Your name is spoken in hushed, fearful
tones much like
that of Keyser Soze or Kathy Lee Gifford.
Satan will turn Hell over
to you, because there’s just no way he can
ever compete. You are
just plain sick.
469-548- You are going to Hell, but that’s okay, because you’re sick
enough
that Satan will make you head of Hell’s armies,
so that your truly
warped brain may be put to good use. You’re
the sort who tells little
children Santa doesn’t exist just to see the
look of anguish on their
faces.
367-468- You are on the boundary. Repent now, or else you will go to
hell, where
you will be forever damned, the flesh being
scorched from your bones.
You’re the sort of person who is very mortal,
getting into bar fights
frequently and smacking your wife, ‘cause
the ho don’t know when to stop
running her yap.
235-366- A fairly good person, with a few flaws. You go to church and
pray, but
weasel out of parking tickets. You have trouble
following ALL of the Ten
Commandments, mostly that one about "thy neighbor’s
wife," especially with
the really hot chick across the street.
117-234- This ain’t normal. You’re Ned Flanders incarnate. You’d live
in church if
you didn’t have to support your family, and
if they continue to live in sin,
you just may have to kill them to save their
souls. You pray so often, the
light’s beginning to hurt your eyes, they’re
closed so much.