Something a little more fun

[apocalypsos]

We're all stranded on the Lost island. When they get around to showing your flashbacks, what's your deep, dark secret? (Go on, go wild.)

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[akacat]

I'm the ringleader of an international (domestic) cat smuggling ring, specializing in noisy orange tabbies.

[akacat]

Er, the cats are domestic(ated). The ring is international.

[musyc]

As a Mouseketeer/DEA agent, I infiltrated a Renaissance Faire in Ohio, to hunt down the Ambassador from Lichtenstein, who had been smuggling low-grade turkey legs into the USA via his intermediary in Wollongong, Australia. Unfortunately, due to my side career as a Solid Gold dancer, I was identified by my nemesis, The Littlest Beefeater, and was forced to flee to Alaska. My new employment consists of stapling antlers and construction paper wings to pieces of wood, and convincing tourists that they are seeing the rare low-flying moosebird. One day I will return and extract my vengeance, but first I must find a way to walk to Hawaii, as my license was taken from me when I attempted to drive straight up the Northern Lights.

[trishalynn.livejournal.com]

I ran an equal opportunity bordello in Manhattan, complete with youngmanwhores and everything. They were about to get me for tax evasion, when one of my "clients" bailed me out of the business and out of the country for five years. I was on my way back to the States via Australia when the plane went down.

[suaine.livejournal.com]

I'm actually a failed writer who made a deal with the devil. One incredible story for one slightly battered soul. I took the deal and started writing about this island and a group of people stranded on it after a plane crash. There's a monster and lots of secrets and polar bears. Half-way through finishing the book I jump on a plane to Los Angeles to meet a publisher.

The plane crashes. I'm finally given god-like powers.

Apparently, as often as I can on the island you will find me writing silly scenes, like French women stranded for sixteen years or golf courses, or kidnappings by people who could be aliens or something else. Did I mention the polar bears? Oh, and when no one's looking I write slash for Sawyer.

[lots42.livejournal.com]

Sawyer/Hurley, OTP

[http://users.livejournal.com/_slutknot_/]

I sold half my soul to my sister for an orange Tic-Tac.

[elfiepike.livejournal.com]

I was the author of Cannibalism for Fun and Profit; I researched my book by eating several aquaintances.

[akacat]

How were they?

[elfiepike.livejournal.com]

tastier when grilled.

[paradoxymoron.livejournal.com]

I hear vegetarians taste better.

[drewbeartx.livejournal.com]

After becoming obscenely rich due to an string of lottery wins, I founded a research organization dedicated to Unlikely Physical Phenomena (UPPs). I had just finished an overview of the Sydney facility (research into the accessability of parallel dimensions, with emphasis on Ayers Rock) and was flying back to LA with the latest results.

Naturally, the weirdness happening on the island is all being recorded in my notebooks for further analysis.

[caprine.livejournal.com]

I made a deal with the Devil; there is a painting in my basement whose wangsty rants get extensive replay on fandom_wank while I have a life.

[bibliotech.livejournal.com]

....I was that fifth dentist that didn't recommend the Crest Whitening strips. *hangs head in shame*

[newbia.livejournal.com]

HAH! Blasphemy is hilarious. ^_^

[denial-girl.livejournal.com]

Bwahahahaha! Oh lord, that is classic!

[snellios.livejournal.com]

That I liked the Spice Girls and even went to a concert. *headdesk*

[whitetower.livejournal.com]

I'm an Australian with a real Australian accent!

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

*gasp* Now, that's a neat trick. :)

[juniper200.livejournal.com]

I shot a man in Brisbane for using too much ketchup.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Liar! There is no such thing as too much ketchup!

Now, as for mustard ...

[juniper200.livejournal.com]

Don't get me started on the dijon shit; there are only so many places on this island to hide.

[lots42.livejournal.com]

Too much ketchup when mixed with mayo becomes just the right amount of ketchup

[juniper200.livejournal.com]

Your pretty condiment speeches won't bring him back. I sent him where he can no longer abuse our special sandwich emollients.

[lots42.livejournal.com]

I abuse my sammiches just fine myself, thanks

[lots42.livejournal.com]

I burnt down my school gym and three people died. I thought they were vampires, turns out I had just gone nuts from acne medication

[arks.livejournal.com]

After having folded and strung over four thousand paper cranes, the latter activity involving piercing each one with a needle in the very center of its spine, I found myself on the run from a band of deranged PETA members and tree-huggers. I hopped a plane to Hiroshima to hide among the folders there and down it went.

[riskygamble.livejournal.com]

I ate the face off of my sister's chocolate Easter bunny and blamed it on the dog. Mom had Fluffy put down for being dangerous to her candy stash. ;_;

[gruyere.livejournal.com]

I turn to stone during the daytime, but nobody notices because they think that I'm a statue.

it's "research" for my "harlequinn novel" i tells ya

[paradoxymoron.livejournal.com]

...all the people who read my LJ who don't know me in person think I'm a woman.

Some guy wanted to hook up with me and paid my airfare and spent three days in the airport looking for the strawberry blonde with the red ribbon in her hair and the blue Chuck Taylors while I spent a week's vacation working on my sunburn and scaring people with my Speedo.

I was blogging on my laptop in the plane on the way home, planning on telling the world AGAIN that I am not a woman when the shit hit the fan.