The man simply at first sits there silently staring at the interviewer. But he simply sighs and answers with a normal tone "Probably the last people that sinned. All of the ones that sin are already dead before my sword cleaves them in half." (Though I wonder where in hells name his sword is.) He then readjusts his helmet a bit and waits and listens to the next answers to come

"Quote the contrary, but wouldn't be everyone in the world dead?" Asked Harpous, with a wise man's interrogative voice, "Everyone sins. Your closet may not be enough for 7 billion." He followed a chuckle, and answered, "Skeletons in my closet? My deepest, darkest fears."

"My closet at least bigger than your tiny cock is." The man quickly answers as he gets back to waiting

"Pass," Bek says. These questions were starting to get under his skin. He didn't particularly like the newer entries, either, and was sure to give them an annoyed look.

Quote from devi

"My closet at least bigger than your tiny cock is." The man quickly answers as he gets back to waiting

"Hah, still small."

Yrk begins his answer with a sigh.

"I'm gonna tell mine just to encourage everyone else." says Yrk. He takes a sip from his milk tea before continue. "At an early time in my life, I once thought Clitoris a suitable dog name." he says. He takes one last sip before finishing his answer. "It wasn't."

"i do not have skeletons in my closet," says Digkid with a laugh, " I live in a mine."

The anthropomorphic griffin with his head still hanging down said in a low tone, "i am stuck in this dimension with no way home."

Sabine thought for a moment, then decided she might as well answer, no one here knew her, or would particularly care about her little secrets. "I may be a reanimated corpse...that grew up after being an infant sacrifice...and I had to leave home because my screaming got my parents in trouble...and while in New Orleans I got in trouble with the Black Hand who is still after me today, which is why I'm here...in RHG." Sabine stared blankly into the space before her, smiling at the other'a antics in faint amusement.

Quote from devi

*SNIP*

Quote from acutelatios

*SNIP*

AAlbusUUmbra slowly shook off his trance as the door blew open and the armored gladiator took his stand. The more he awakened, the gaunter he looked until he had the appearance of a bloodless corpse- sucked dry by an army of leeches as his unwavering eyes shined white, analyzing every detail of the newcomer and his mind. Whatever it was about him, he was not in the least bit settled. His morbid resolve persisted as he listened to the man speak his mind about the newest question, the eyes within his mask and the eye on the back of his head practically blazing like miniature stars.

What little color he normally had returned as the burning white glow faded into blackness once more, and AAlbus regained his composure enough to answer. "I have plenty of skeletons, dear," he began, a slight edge in his voice still reflecting his tension. "However, I am incapable of telling them. Protocol deems them too unsafe to broadcast, even amidst the many trusting faces I see before me." A pause. His eyes pulsated, wavering between a dull glint and a bold white glow. Then, right as he worked up the nerve to give a confession for the sake of the interview, time lapsed and his answer was lost. His words fell on the void's ears, and no others.

The more people who answered the question, the more Hollywood wanted to find an isolated corner of the room and just back away from the others. True, he did feel sympathy for the girl, but... he didn't exactly want to be standing next to a grown up corpse. All things considered, there was just too much to back away from, he'd bump into someone if he backpedaled enough, so he remained still, eyes hiding any such thoughts.

As for the question, he wasn't convinced he had any skeletons. He played by the rules, mostly, but never screwed anyone out of a job or anything like that. He made mistakes, but nothing too devastating. He lied, often recently, but that was hardly a skeleton, and while being in the wRHG was a secret, it wasn't one either.

After a moment to think, he finally decided on something. "Pass."

Brandy swallowed from listening to the inquiry, making her a lot more nervous than the last question.

"Well, I-" she started until she was unexpectedly interrupted due to a blow to the head by a flying skull. "OW! What the-" Brandy exclaimed as a familiar face appears behind her seat.

"Hello! I don't have a closet with me, but I do have skeletons living in my backpack," Skinnyclaw returned with a big smile on her face. Brandy sees her again, and is dumbfounded on how she keeps reappearing out of nowhere.

"How di- wha- GET OUT OF HERE!! How the hell did you- you know what!? I pass on this question," Brandy fumed. "I'm not in the mood in expressing my darker feelings, so let's just move on!" She crossed her arms furiously and pouts. "And try avoiding anymore bone or clown questions, otherwise this wacko will pop out of thin air again," she lastly added.

Brandy sits there aggravated at Skinnyclaw for being such a nuisance, but then again, it was her that got her out of that uncomfortable inquiry, so she secretly thanks her for getting her out of it. She then eyes on Skinnyclaw, who is now doing raspberries loudly next to her, thus annoying her slightly. Brandy doesn't know why is she like this, such manner makes Skinnyclaw act like an irresponsible child despite her stature of a 15-year old. The skull rolls back to Skinnyclaw, the same one that was thrown at her head right when the question is mentioned. It is chattering creepily at Skinnyclaw, as if it's communicating to her. She is seen nodding to its chatters, which is somewhat bewildering to Brandy.

"I don't have a birthday, and..." He pauses, before starting again. "...I never really had celebrations, either. Honestly, I don't even know my real age. I can only guess off of how long I've been counting, and I mix that up sometimes."