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Original author: Bilibili @蛆肉儿串儿

Answer every question before you can pass. The world is chaotic enough—at least finish the quiz.

Well? Got you right, didn’t I?

Your Primary Type

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System notes will appear here.

Quick Interpretation

Fifteen Dimension Scores

Friendly Reminder

For entertainment only. Don’t use this as diagnosis, interview, dating, breakup, summoning, fortune-telling, or life sentencing.

From the Author

This test was first posted by the Bilibili creator 蛆肉儿串儿 (UID 417038183). It started as a joke to persuade a friend who loves drinking to stop.

Because the author’s type is SHIT (world-hater), everyone got roasted. Sorry!! But I’m a gorgeous queen, so you’ll forgive me. Feel free to follow me on Bilibili.

I couldn’t balance fun and professionalism well, so some type explanations may be vague or inaccurate (e.g., 'Dior-s' may not be literally that). Sorry if you feel offended.

Also, time and energy were limited, so I made a rough version first. I’ll improve it later. Have fun, and please don’t use it for profit.

About the SBTI Quiz

SBTI is a meme-style personality quiz made for fun and roasting, not a serious psychological assessment.

You answer questions across multiple dimensions, then get a primary type code (e.g., CTRL, BOSS, DRUNK) and an interpretation
The page shows 15 dimension scores to help you understand “what you’re closer to”
Treat this as entertainment and conversation fuel, not diagnosis

Type Overview

Click a card to expand the full description.

CTRL

Controller

Well? Got you right, didn’t I?

A rare type who wants the universe to Ctrl+S itself. You store chaos, manage variables, and keep life from crashing—sometimes a bit too hard.

ATM-er

Paymaster

You think I’m rich?

You don’t just give money—you pay with time, energy, patience, and sleepless nights. A sturdy ATM that keeps dispensing 'it’s fine, I’ve got you'.

Dior-s

Diogenes Realist

Wait for my underdog comeback.

Not 'unmotivated'—just immune to success-guru PUA. You see the cage at the end of 'grind' and choose sunlight in your own barrel.

BOSS

Boss

Give me the wheel.

You drive. Even when the tank is empty. Efficiency is your faith and order is your breathing. People call it cold; you call it getting things done.

THAN-K

Thankful

I thank heaven and earth!

You can extract gratitude from traffic jams and mold. A walking positivity beacon who finds Van Gogh in a mildew stain.

OH-NO

Oh-no

Oh no… why am I this type?!

You see disaster chains before others see the cup. You move it, pad it, and save the timeline with one sigh: oh no.

GOGO

Go-goer

Go go go~ let’s go!

Your world is pure 'what you see is what you get'. While others debate eggs and chickens, you already made both into lunch and checked it off.

SEXY

Seductive

You’re born irresistible.

Rooms dim their lights to save energy. Your smile lowers humidity by turning vapor into hearts. Existence itself is an overpowered aura.

LOVE-R

Lover

Love is too full; reality feels poor.

Your emotional processor is rainbow-coded. A leaf becomes a 13-act tragedy-comedy. You keep searching for a soulmate who reads your map.

MUM

Mom

Can I… call you Mom…?

You heal others like a doctor but prescribe yourself half a dose. Your kindness is real—your self-kindness is discounted.

FAKE

Fake Human

There are no humans left.

Masks switch faster than input methods. At night you peel them off and find: the masks were the self.

OJBK

Whatever

When I say 'whatever', I mean it.

Not indecisive—imperial philosophy. 'All choices are ants.' Why argue with microbes about the universe?

MALO

Monkey

Life is a dungeon; I’m just a monkey.

Not childlike—un-evolved. You see civilization as a boring pay-to-win game and insist ceilings are for hanging upside down.

JOKE-R

Clown

Turns out we’re all clowns.

You keep the room warm with jokes, layer after layer, until the core is… empty. Big laughter covers small fractures.

WOC!

WTFer

WTF, why am I this type?

Two operating systems: surface 'WTF!' and background 'yep, as expected.' You don’t lecture idiots—you just 'WOC!' with wisdom.

THIN-K

Thinker

Deep thinking… 100s

You audit arguments, evidence, logic, bias, and even the author’s family tree. Alone time isn’t blank—it’s data processing.

SHIT

World-hater

This world is a pile of crap.

Mouth: everything is shit. Hands: opens Excel and fixes it anyway. A paradox who complains while saving the world.

ZZZZ

Playing Dead

I’m not dead, I’m sleeping.

You ignore 99+ messages, but a deadline @everyone resurrects you. You prove a truth: doing nothing avoids mistakes.

POOR

Focused Poor

I’m broke, but I’m pro.

Not about money—about bandwidth. You compress your energy into a laser and burn one target through.

MONK

Monk

No worldly desires.

Your personal space is a sacred barrier. People stepping in feel spiritual suffocation. Planets keep distance; why shouldn’t humans?

IMSB

Seriously… am I an idiot?

Two warriors in your head: 'I’m going!' vs 'I’m an idiot!' The result: you stare, freeze, and Google 'how to overcome social anxiety'.

SOLO

Orphan

I cried—why am I Orphan?

A rare type with low self-worth who builds a 'don’t-touch-me' Great Wall. Spikes aren’t attack—they’re fear of being hurt again.

FUCK

F*CK

What kind of type is this?!

A weed that can’t be killed. Switches are physical: F*CK YEAH / F*CK OFF. Untamed vitality in a domesticated world.

DEAD

Dead

Am I… still alive?

You cleared every quest and realized the game is meaningless. A quiet protest: desire-less, goal-less, looking at the world with endgame eyes.

IMFW

Trash

Am I… really trash?

Rare vulnerability type. You photosynthesize 'I love you' daily, and give back sparkling trust. Not trash—just too unguarded, too sincere.

HHHH

HAHA

Hahahahahaha.

When no standard type matches above 60%, the system assigns you HHHH. Its traits? Hahahaha… that’s it.

DRUNK

Drunkard

Strong liquor burns the throat.

Your blood is baijiu. You treat a thermos like a bottle. You become the loud night poet—then the next day you learn: you’re a drunkard.