Which Character Class You Belong To?

I address the thing and challenge it to single combat. Then I look for it's most obvious weakness or a mistake in it's footing. Then I strike.

I wonder if it has a spare coin or two I might be able to snag out of it's bag without it noticing.

I watch it and track it back to it's den. It is there that I shall slay it.

I kill it, loot it, eat it's insides, stuff it, sell it as a life-sized doll to make a quick buck, and buy some KFC. Waste not, want not.

I cast at it a fireball that turns it to ash just like that.

I wait for the right moment and then I sneak up to the wretch and I slide a knife beneath it's ribs.

Raaaaaaawrrr!!! I'll crush the things skull to diamonds. and I'll stomp it's body into the ground.

I offer the poor thing help. When it denies my assistance, I'll brain it with a stone or something.

Look for a good fight, or some type of cool obstacle to overcome. Either way, I want a challenge.

Start searching for treasure to steal. Why else would I have come here... There is treasure... right?

Sit down on the couch, turn on the TV, and summon a magical beasty to sit on my lap. This is my home, what do you expect?

Seek out rare fungi growing on the walls that might make for a good potion.

Break things, kill things, all the things that go in to a fun-filled day.

Find a shadow of considerable darkness and wait for my chance to strike.

This place is evil. No nature lurks here. I should leave. Oh. There's a ficus in that corner. I'm OK now.

I ask the owner of the place if I can use their bathroom. And when they say yes, I'll take all the good stuff out of their medicine cabinet and steal their toilet paper.

I'd try my hardest to get back up and make it back to town for medical care.

I dig myself a hole and live in it, feeding off of beetles and grubs until I'm back to health.

I conjure a magical unicorn to cure my wounds.

I came with all the right medicinal materials for event in which this happened. duh.

Pain? I feel no pain. PAIN FEELS ME!!!

I stay out of sight so as not to have been hurt in the first place.

I apply to my wounds a salve of bloodmoss and terrasque-root. Oh. wait both of those are pain inducers... Aw crap.

I ask the nearest valkyre to come and take my life. When she comes up to me, I take her blade, slay her, and use the medicinal items in her satchel.

A sword, bow, mace, shield, or any thing else that lets me use the full extent of my ability to fight.

A handy dagger and a crossbow. something that doesn't take too much energy to use and is light weight.

A good old wand. I'll also take a staff for the times when bad guys get a bit too close for my liking.

Weapons? I don't fight. I help people.

Anything that'll kill something. KILL!!!

A knife inlaid with small tracks to hold poison of the utmost potency.

I have no need of your manufactured tools. A bow of wood and a knife of bone will suit me just fine.

Do they sell sharpened spatulas? No? Well do they have any frozen swordfish? Cool!

Wherever it is I can further hone my combat skills.

A nice rogues' guild where I can get a job and some drink.

In my arcane study.

In a hospice, church, or any place of healing

Amongst the bones of my enemies and fallen comrades.

Hidden well within the velvety blackness of night.

I usually chill in the forest, but starbucks has better coffee.

On the trigger side of a gun.

A suit of armor that protects as well as allows for mobility in a fight.

A leather suit that guards from all those little snags and scuffs and weighs very little.

A robe of the finest quality that also depicts the cosmos in it's very fibers.

Something sober and modest. I'm not trying to impress anyone.

The leather, bones, and dried entrails of the many things upon which I have lain so much waist.

A black cloak that will hide my weapons, and myself while standing in the blessed background.

An amalgamation of wood, Hide, fur, a rib here and there or any thing else I can find in the woods.

A leather corset, pajama pants with red panties pulled over them, ample-bottom jeans, boots wit' da' fur. Da' hole club was lookin' at her. Then she hit the flo', she hit the flo'. Shorty get' low-ow-ow.

Someone who is my rival and my equal in skill and strength.

Anyone with something valuable enough on their persons.

The creatures that I summon that suddenly decide that they will no longer obey me.

I'm not much for killing things. It's not exactly my forte.

Kill? Kill?! KILL!!! Must KILLLL!!! sorry. got a little carried away there.

Anyone for whom I have a set contract.

Anything that provides ample nutrition without it's death harming the flow of things. Suddenly I want a Bigmac.

Does rye bread count as a creature? Because that stuff is freaking delicious.

I brave my fears and hope for the best. I open the chest and hope to god that I'm wrong about it being trapped.

Oh. That's easy. I pick the lock if there is one and I disable the trap like it's nothing.

I cast forth a bolt of lightning from my fingertips and blow out the mechanism

If I set off the trap, I'll spend some time tending to what wounds I may get.

Even if the trap wasn't so scared of me, it couldn't bring much harm to me anyway.

I coerce someone into opening the chest for me. They're dead. I'm not; job done.

The trap is made of things from the woods in which I live. they will not harm me. Ow. Never mind...

Well, seeing that her chest was unprotected, I went to unhook her bra, but I wasn't careful and I triggered the trap. Darts went everywhere. It was horrible.

Brave Heart.

Matchstick Men.

Harry Potter Series.

Tank Girl. ... What? What do you expect? Hello Kitty? I'm a healer. Not a wuss.

Alien Vs. Predator.

The Transporter.

That old movie where the old, rich guy traps some people on his island and gives them an hour to run while he prepares to hunt them down. I like that movie.

Ferngully, Scooby-Doo and the Witch's Ghost, & Rocky Horror Picture Show; Tim Curry is friggin' sexy as hell.

A rare and magical blade that almost smells of wonder and ruin.

Some valuable potions.

Can challenging battles fit into chests?

A cloak of night-skin.

The Encyclopedia of animals.

Chocolate, nut-coated marshmallow peeps. What? They're delicious.

The forgotten grimoir of some old wizard.

Gold. Why would someone put anything else in a chest?