Which kind of Basiler are you? -

The Noob: You're only here to get answers about MapleStory, and get them fast. Sure you have enough feedback to post, but that doesn't stop you from posting in the wrong sections and asking questions that could have been avoided if you had just read the stickies or looked at a FAQ. You're either young or stupid, but you're still a member of Basilmarket.

The Weeaboo: You lurk the Chat section, waiting to see a topic about anime or Japan so that you can show off your Otaku knowledge. You're white-- As white as they come. Born to American parents and raised in Middle America, you long to be "azn" and believe that Japan is superior in all ways to the country you live in. You wish to live there, harboring the misconception that they would welcome an anime fanatic such as yourself with open arms and a warm smile. You buy Pocky and other imported (and needlessly expensive) treats and talk about how delicious that frosting-coated sawdust is. You learn words like "kawaii" and integrate them into your English speaking patten-- Regardless if you use them in the wrong context.

The Materialist: You're very self-aware. You make topics about which shoes you should buy so that you can hope impress your friends. You flaunt your brand-name wardrobe and look down upon anyone who isn't wearing the same company as you. You're noticeably put off by any kind of off-beat fashion, and the DIY culture makes you smirk. You'll probably grow up to look like every other guy who has a fake tan, waxed spiky hair, and drinks Heineken.

The 4chan Elitist: Not only have you been to this place, but you feel as though you've immersed yourself in their culture. You post memes on Basil, and 'lulz' at everyone who doesn't immediately know what you're talking about. You know the origins of Rickroll and Mudkipz, and you jump to correct anyone who might suggest that it came from an inferior forum. Little do you know however, that you're the very cancer that is plaguing the site. You allow word to spread, and memes to travel to places like Basil. You've compromised their integrity, but you might be oblivious to it. You feel cool frequenting a place that is hated and feared by many, embracing your "Anonymous" moniker. You feel cool interacting with the fringe of the internet community-- Pedophiles, racists, and basement dwelling nerds.

The Cynic: You're old. Older than most Basilers. You're pained to see other users being suckered into commercialized music, fashion, and rhetoric. You notice how easy it is for people to have no real opinions of their own, and it drives you crazy. You wake up every morning wondering why you still frequent Basil, but the answer escapes you. Maybe a few choice users make it all worthwhile, or maybe you just like torturing yourself.

The Fame Monger: You know who you are. You post pictures of yourself frequently, befriend as many people as you can, or use a stupid posting gimmick to gain as much notoriety as you can. You kiss ass, or you troll. There are two sides to fame: Being universally known and loved, or being notorious and hated. You might swing one way or the other, but the basic principle remains: You love being recognized.

The Fanboy: You would die to keep the name of your favorite console from being disrespected. Your elitism knows no bounds, and anyone who disagrees with you obviously must know nothing about how great the ___________ is. Sure your console has some flaws, but why acknowledge them? It's not about the __________, it's about the __________, retards! Every stance the company behind your console takes is also the stance you take. You buy into all of their marketing, and drool over what might come next.

The Religious Zealot: You're a self-centered, all-knowing tyrant when it comes to religious threads. All of your views are correct, and while your attitude isn't quite in alignment with whatever religion you're representing, you know that you're getting the sweet deal in the afterlife. You know who's going to Hell-- And you make sure to let them know.

The Atheist: If the Religious Zealot is the Yin, you are the Yang. Science is your God, and religion is an outdated institution. You're gleefully awaiting the day that God is mathematically disproved. You might know that there are holes in certain theories, or that math has its own flaws, but they're the products of human ingenuity! Someday, they WILL be flawless. You'll be content in knowing that you were right all along, while ignoring the fact that your stance on God is just as un-provable as that of the Zealot's.

The D.A.R.E. Child: We're all Reagan's children these days. You've been successfully molded into believing everything that government-funded anti drug organizations pump out of their asses. You can't look at any situation objectively if illegal drugs are a factor-- Drugs did it, and on top of making you a scumbag of a person, they will KILL YOU to add insult to injury. You believe that a casual pot smoker is just as bad as a full-fledged heroin addict, and you refuse to consider otherwise. You take sadistic pleasure in telling other Basilers that they are condemned to a life of suffering and slow death.

The Basement Gamer: You're aways asking for new MMOs to play, even if they suck. You're an instant critic when it comes to new games, and you keep an eye on upcoming releases. When someone posts a link flash game, you do everything in your power to get the highest score. You love having bragging rights.

The Flamer: You might not be overtly gay in the sense of the word 'flamer' but you sure know how to cook someone's goose. If someone makes a typo or says something stupid, you're all over them with insults. Someone doesn't know how to work their new iPod? They deserve to be put in a remedial class and fed pre-chewed food through a straw! How could anyone BE so incompetent?!

The Useless Post-er: You come into topics that beg answers to important questions, thinking that there's a small chance that you might be able to help. Upon learning that you actually don't possess this knowledge, do you leave the tread? Of course not. You scroll down to the reply box as fast as you can and spew off a generic "Google is your friend" remark. You exist to infuriate the thread creators, who have usually exhausted this option (and probably many others, since they've given up and come to a place like Basil for help).

The Lurker: You sit around Basilmarket reading what everyone else has to say. You don't post much, but if you're properly motivated, you might. Often, you may find yourself afraid of posting something that is old, so you just end up lurking more instead. It is believed that a lurker on Basilmarket found nude photos of Sandra, but failed to post a thread about it, thinking it was old.

The "I'm not any of those" Basiler: Yes you are. Now snap out of your senseless denial and admit it.