Is the intention of making your colours relevant to the landscape purely
aesthetic, or is it to be used as some sort of camouflage?
My favorite color is black but the quiz says:
"You are very perceptive and smart. You are clear and to the point and have a great sense of humor. You are always learning and searching for understanding."
But of course that's because the answers were incredibly inaccurate, in most of them I didn't find the answer I wished to give.
I know what you mean, but does the description of the color fits you?
Btw, I'm Blue
"You give your love and friendship unconditionally. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive."
That fits my personality, and my favorite color is blue, well Light Grayish Blue
@StonemaulMidget: rotfl, now could it be that maybe we have a fan of Reservoir Dogs here?[...] Also, Pink looks around being just as disgusting, same thing with yellow's case. [...]
Mr. Pink : Hey, why am I Mr. Pink?
Joe : Because you're a faggot, alright?
Mr. Pink : Why can't we pick our own colors?
Joe : No way, no way. Tried it once, it doesn't work. You get four guys all fighting over who's gonna be Mr. Black, but they don't know each other, so nobody wants to back down. No way. I pick. You're Mr. Pink. Be thankful you're not Mr. Yellow.
Mr. Brown : Yeah, but Mr. Brown, that's a little too close to Mr. Shit.
Mr. Pink : Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How 'bout if I'm Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I'll be Mr. Purple.
Joe : You're not Mr. Purple. Some guy on some other job is Mr. Purple. Your Mr. PINK.
Mr. White : Who cares what your name is?
Mr. Pink : Yeah, that's easy for your to say, you're Mr. White. You have a cool-sounding name. Alright look, if it's no big deal to be Mr. Pink, do you wanna trade?
Joe : Hey! NOBODY'S trading with ANYBODY. This ain't a goddamn, fucking city council meeting, you know? Now listen up, Mr. Pink. There's two ways you can go on this job: my way or the highway. Now what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
Mr. Pink : Jesus Christ, Joe, fucking forget about it. It's beneath me. I'm Mr. Pink. Let's move on.
Joe : I'll move on when I feel like it... All you guys got the goddamn message?... I'm so goddamn mad, hollering at you guys I can hardly talk. Pssh. Let's go to work.