Aries: You are the swarm of moths that steals small children. Nobody really knows where to start with you.
Taurus: You are a book of classic one-liners split in two with an axe. A testament to ill-gotten skills.
Gemini: You are the illegal 3 hour youtube vine compilation that eventually devolves into shaky muted footage of poorly lit suburban streets.
Cancer: You are the hulking mass of aluminum and cloth that insists it is a 3rd grader. Eager to learn despite the setbacks you face.
Leo: You are the real-life 35 hit combo. Devastatingly effective and probably responsible for murder.
Virgo: You are pizzahand driving a stolen bulldozer. Dedicated to a fault.
Libra: You are the burning candle store. Something you really figured there would be more of.
Scorpio: You are the android built by the pepsi corporation that escaped and is now travelling the country destroying soda machines.
Ophiuchus: You are the party in the abandoned house at the end of the street thats been going on for a couple days now. Looks like a good time, but too costly to find out.
Sagittarius: You are the large dog with a hard hat and rotary saw in its mouth. Something that is clearly busy with important work.
Capricorn: You are the katana stuck in the pumpkin display at the supermarket. Possibly festive, definitely cursed.
Aquarius: You are the road sign in the middle of the target that proudly displays how far away nunavut is. Helpful, but perhaps not now.
Pisces: You are the large bird that seems to follow the sites of accidents around town. A task for which one must atone. To seek the broken granite throne.
The Signs and You:
Misfits Welcome 