How well off or how screwed are you?
For example mine 
Keeps me up all night mumbling about badgers and kills any post men or guests to show up at my door. He keeps telling me they're trespassers. I haven't had a door to door sales men bother me for a while so I guess thats nice. Except Skaarl keeps eating everything in the house and she won't even let me get near her without running out of the house.
The axe-bone's connected to my, face-bone.
"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, AHRI! VACCUM THE GODDAMNED COUCH! I'M SICK OF CLEANING UP YOUR FUR!" angrily glances to side "AND STOP LEAVING THE CORPSES OF YOUR VICTIMS LYING AROUND!"
looks like I don't have a mirror anymore
Redecorates every second day because "Change is good".
I think with 
it would be pretty chill
: Fun to chat with, and a very friendly roommate!
allways trying to conquer the world from my basement
I got stuck with this strange nerd weeab who keeps a pretty solid and convincing blade (no idea where he got it from), dresses in bright green, strap 2 knives on his boots, and wears like 7 glasses at the same time (he claims they're just for reading). Oh he just told me he's Chinese.
I should've booked the room with Sona.
: "SONA ITS 12 AM STOP PLAYING THAT SHIT"
: opens the blinds every morning to praise the sun
: literally will try to screw me
So very, very dead, but SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO worth it.
^^^^ see above^^^^
Chill dude, going to get more exercise than I want, but about as much as I need.
He'll probably insult my physical stature. I'll die by boop.
No! Stop it! That lamp isn't a weapon!
Hello? is this the church? I think I'm rooming with Satan.
, 
... Could you at least put a tie on the door, please?
He doesn't live here. He just waltzes in drunk every day. It might have something to do with the bar next door...
I don't main him, but I want to hear from 
mains [slayer-jinx-wink]
My parents never believed me when I told them there were monsters under the bed.
One of the few champs where one would be screwed in a good way.
I feel like there ought to be a YouTube series with the YouTuber using voice clips to have a 'conversation' with their 'roommate':
{{summoner:35}} (walks in the door)
"I detect the presence of scum."
{{summoner:35}} (sarcastic) "Nice to see you, too, Urgot. How was your day?"
"Existence is torment."
{{summoner:35}} "You're never chipper ever, are you?"
"I need a good pair of legs."
{{summoner:35}} "The last thing you need right now is a girlfriend."
"Endless misery..."
{{summoner:35}} (walking toward the kitchen) "Did you clean the kitchen y-? URGOOOOOTTT!!!"
"Death is the only escape."
Would probably make shady remarks on my sense of fashion...
: care to explain this (holds up pic of dianaXleona)
me: uh I umm im hold on to it for a friend ya that
: (grabs sword)
me: hold on now we can talk about this right .....DIANA PUT THE SWORD DOWN
safe to say im screwed 
Where are my fucking oranges?
: Hey, I called the plumber.... I was going to prank you, but it sort of... didn't work out .__.
http://oi1042.photobucket.com/albums/b430/bluemoonwolf8/BlueMoonWolf_small_zpsnsjj9kxv.png : Sigh, at least you were honest about it...
: GOT YA!, I didn't call the plumber :p
http://oi1042.photobucket.com/albums/b430/bluemoonwolf8/BlueMoonWolf_small_zpsnsjj9kxv.png : Wait, so you didn't clog the drain with some kind of prank gone wrong?
: Oh no, that part happened, just not the plumber part .__.
hands me phone and phone book
http://oi1042.photobucket.com/albums/b430/bluemoonwolf8/BlueMoonWolf_small_zpsnsjj9kxv.png : .......
VERY screwed
He reached the home in the late evening hours, the sun already bathed it in a warm, orange glow. The home faced due south, and the entirety of it's eastern and western sides were covered in large windows. It was in a more suburban area, though the backyard was practically a forest. The nearest homes on either side were quite some distance down the road. He strolled up the walkway and up the steps to the porch, counting in his head as he went.
One, two, three, four.... Five.
He stopped and turned, letting out an irritated sigh. He left his disgust for another time as he turned his attention to the door. The knocked, counting each one.
One, two, three, four.
He stood patiently, waiting for his host to invite him in. While he waited, he skimmed over the clipping from the newsletter. It was an ad from someone looking for a room mate. They wanted someone who didn't mind instrumental music, dim lighting, late nights, and someone who was organized. To him, he seemed like the perfect match. He didn't care much for the home or it's host. All he cared about was the art.
After a while it seemed as if his host wasn't home, or perhaps didn't hear him. As he raised his hand to knock again, he heard faint footsteps. He lowered his hand as he heard the door unlock. It cracked open, and a pale blue-grey eye framed by black glasses appeared.
"Can I help you?"
The voice was faint, almost weak. He wondered what type of person hid behind the door. He nodded and held out the newsletter clipping. A pale, almost skeletal hand reached out and took it delicately. He watched the eye skim over the clipping before fixing on him. He was dressed for the chilly Autumn weather. He had a scarf over the lower half of his face, and the shadow cast by his hood kept the rest of it hidden. He had a large bag with all his equipment slung over his right shoulder. In his left hand he held a cane. The eye finished examining him and spoke once more.
"One moment."
The door closed quietly, and he was left alone for a few moments before it opened again. He stepped inside. There were no lights on in the home, the only light coming from the setting sun shining through the west wing's windows. He turned to see his host. They were an odd young woman. She was pale and skinny, so skinny that it seemed impossible. Her face was scarred, two short ones on the right side of her upper lip, and one going diagonally across her nose. Her hair was at least a half an inch short, save for the middle, which was a least 4 inches long. While the shorter parts were a dark brown, this long streak was died blue. He couldn't help but admire her. At least she was interesting. However, as he examined her, his mind wondered slightly.
It's a shame, really. No one will be here to see her true beauty.
Khada Jhin smiled at the thought. She would be beautiful soon enough. However, this performance would have to be postponed. He needed her alive for now. He took a deep breath to calm himself, and that's when he noticed the smell. It was soothing, almost hypnotic.
"Sorry I kept you waiting. I was meditating when you knocked."
Jhin took note of this. He was smelling incense. This was an important development. He needed to know her routine if he was going to be sneaking around to perform.
As eager as I am to finish this little story, it will have to wait until tomorrow. Very tired. Hope you like what I have so far. Keep checking back to see if I've added anything.
Well, Yasuo and GP are my mains, so I'm fucked.
I think we'd get along! 
^_^
I should never try to bet against him, but at least we would have fun robbing people.
What the fuck is my life.
My roommate is pretty helpful. He likes to grab things off the top shelf. Although, the electricity bill is pretty high. I keep telling him, "I'm not going to split the bill with you if you keep using it all night long," but he doesn't listen. One time, he brought a friend over, she was nice... If her ball didn't keep examining me. It was like she didn't know what I was doing... Or understand me at all. He's great though. He has this thing about flowers, he likes them a lot. Grows them all over the house, which keeps the apartment smelling fresh. His pet poro is really neat, too. Trained and everything. I don't think i'd trade him for the world. 
<3
Well my main is Annie so I'd have a lot of explaining to do.
Hell, why dont i main Akali..
Guess im fucked
Do not piss her off. Do not piss her off. Do not piss her off. Do not piss her off.
we're gonna need a bigger house, also plz don't fight it.
I'm not sure if I have just one main but it probably means that I'm shacking up with Janna or Sarah Fortune. I'm not sad about this state of affairs.
Seems like a decent guy but also seems like he would bump into things pretty constantly... Also the smell... Still you could do worse than friendly but smelly.
Its gonna be 24-7 bird sex, isn't it?
