I was born on the anniversary of both the Great Fire of London of (wait for it) 1666, and the beginning of World War II. My birth was, of course, the third great calamity of world history.
Now, please pardon me while I go stir the Lake of Unquenchable Fire…
Mister ‘The Rhy -[for I am darkness incarnate. I shall bring that which]- mer’, I fear you may have missed my post. -[Nazarene! Ten thousand curses be upon you! Your pain upon the cross was nothing against the agony of my Father!]- Am I correct in ass -[corpse of Chuck Norris as was made by my servant Bruce Lee. Now I shall control that broken Husk of a]- uming that this is a simple over sight on your part? If you indeed have such information as you claimed in your OP please email me at nottheantiC@ΩℓώΞψŦ¥ß¿.net.
PS. For your reference I have included some -[innocent shall feel my vengence! Blood shall flow like]- unaltered photosof myself. For your reference of course -[mwuah-ha-ha-ha!]-.
ETA: There is this birthmark on my neck. It is in a shape like ‘DCLXVI’.
Well, sometimes ya slap the baby to get it to start crying, and sometimes ya slap it to shut it up.
Well, I was born nearly on Christmas, and the priest initially refused to baptize me. My father had to put a guilt trip on him to get him to do the job.
Pffft. Here’s my third-grade photo: http://www.jesscail.com/darkness-full.jpg
My classmates could be so cruel. So of course I killed and ate them.
I ride a pony named Wildfire.
Is that one of those East European URLs? Punycode or whatever it is?
That’s evil. There’s a full-screen popunder behind at least one of those images. And it full-screens on a 1920x1200 monitor, too.
Evil.
PS. I tried that URL. IDNS resolved it, and then Something installed TECO on my Mac and set it as the default system text editor.
I’m the Firstborn Son of parents named Mary and Joseph, and I was born in December.
Isn’t that proof enough?
Damn! I must be the AntiChrist!
I brought the thread to an end!
I can make plants drop dead just by walking through a room. Even dandelions wilt under my infernal gaze. I am clearly the Anti-Chrysanthemum.
(And yes, I did really try and fail to grow dandelions once).
According to Bernardino de Sahagun, my birthday falls within the “hollow days” in the Aztec calendar. Supposedly, the Aztecs believed that people born during those five days would grow up to be monsters and evildoers.
There’s more, though. I was born in 1975. The last Aztec New Fire ceremony, which took place every 52 years, was in 1507. Had the Aztecs still been doing this ceremony, they would have done one in 1975. I was born in the days between one 52-year cycle and another. I must be extra evil and monstrous.
I have super houseplant-killing powers, too. I managed to kill a mint plant in a pot once.
You’d believe I was the Antichrist if you were ever around when I’d been eating brussels sprouts the night before.
I was born on a Friday the 13th, at 13:00 hours, weighed 13lbs (really), and was adopted when I was 13 months old.
And I have a small rock or something in my shoe that’s bugging me.
I was born 7-29-51.
7+29=51=87
8+7=15
1+5=6
6 is the first numeral in 666
…or it might mean something else entirely.
I share a birthday (October 10) with Ed Wood! And it’s a fact I enjoy.
All Hail Me.
