Kennigit
proud 2 boxer
I think I was Pythagoras, but I assure you, I wrote down many things.
If you had a past life, what would you have been there in your view?
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No you didn't 
The students of Pythagoras always were speaking of him with the phrase 'He said' 
(iirc Αυτός έφη
. Which pretty much signifies he never wrote stuff down, or at least never showed them anything written.
The students of Pythagoras always were speaking of him with the phrase 'He said' (iirc Αυτός έφη. Which pretty much signifies he never wrote stuff down, or at least never showed them anything written.
The last time I was reincarnated as a human, I was an Indian kid in the mid-1970s. I contracted cholera and died at age 4. It was a crappy way to go.
I don't know if you want to count the previous incarnation. It was to a teenage mother in Turkey around 1967. Due to a goof on the part of meiosis, I was completely triploid. My embryo died and was ejected around 3 weeks after fertilization. My mother was nervous because her period was delayed and she didn't want to be found to be sleeping around. But then I was miscarried without her knowing I ever existed. Good thing, because I was 2/3 Kurdish.
Then there was another brief life in India in 1962. I only made it to 1 that time. Smallpox.
The time before that, I was born to a Chinese peasant family in Shaanxi in 1938. We survived World War II and the Chinese Civil War just fine; I lost only an uncle and two older cousins. But as peasants, we were kind of skeptical of the whole "Great Leap Forward" thing. They made an example of us and sent me along with several family members to a labor camp, where I died at the beginning of 1960.
I was miscarried in France in 1937, 13 weeks after conception.
Another aborted (pun intended) attempt at life occurred in Kenya in 1929. Second trimester miscarriage.
I was born in Russia in 1884 to peasant parents who had grown up as serfs and were now technically free, but not really. Life was hard and at points we were on the brink of starvation, but we managed and I was able to set myself up as a shoemaker in Voronezh in 1907. I was drafted into World War I and fought at the Battle of Kostiuchnówka in 1916, where I was accidentally shot in the back by a fellow Russian from the trench behind us as we (successfully) took the next Austrian trench ahead. I survived the initial shot, but it pierced my intestines. I died slowly and painfully of sepsis over the next four days. At least we won that battle.
...and so on and so forth. The most recent time I was royalty was back when I was prince of a minor German principality. But it was the time of the Thirty Years' War, and I was killed in action by the Swedes.
I don't know if you want to count the previous incarnation. It was to a teenage mother in Turkey around 1967. Due to a goof on the part of meiosis, I was completely triploid. My embryo died and was ejected around 3 weeks after fertilization. My mother was nervous because her period was delayed and she didn't want to be found to be sleeping around. But then I was miscarried without her knowing I ever existed. Good thing, because I was 2/3 Kurdish.
Then there was another brief life in India in 1962. I only made it to 1 that time. Smallpox.
The time before that, I was born to a Chinese peasant family in Shaanxi in 1938. We survived World War II and the Chinese Civil War just fine; I lost only an uncle and two older cousins. But as peasants, we were kind of skeptical of the whole "Great Leap Forward" thing. They made an example of us and sent me along with several family members to a labor camp, where I died at the beginning of 1960.
I was miscarried in France in 1937, 13 weeks after conception.
Another aborted (pun intended) attempt at life occurred in Kenya in 1929. Second trimester miscarriage.
I was born in Russia in 1884 to peasant parents who had grown up as serfs and were now technically free, but not really. Life was hard and at points we were on the brink of starvation, but we managed and I was able to set myself up as a shoemaker in Voronezh in 1907. I was drafted into World War I and fought at the Battle of Kostiuchnówka in 1916, where I was accidentally shot in the back by a fellow Russian from the trench behind us as we (successfully) took the next Austrian trench ahead. I survived the initial shot, but it pierced my intestines. I died slowly and painfully of sepsis over the next four days. At least we won that battle.
...and so on and so forth. The most recent time I was royalty was back when I was prince of a minor German principality. But it was the time of the Thirty Years' War, and I was killed in action by the Swedes.
I was a star that exploded.
I've no memories of that time barring feeling faintly gassy before it happened.
I've no memories of that time barring feeling faintly gassy before it happened.
Considering how fast events go during a star's last moments, you'd have been in major amounts of pain.
Considering my SCA persona is a 10th-century Norwegian merchant's wife whose son is a follower of Erik the Red, I guess that makes as much sense as anything else.
cybrxkhan
Asian Xwedodah
Traditionally in Buddhism it takes 40 days between a death and a rebirth, (though depending on who you ask it's literally 40 days, or just an arbitrary standard used (with the actual time between death and rebirth taking anywhere between a couple seconds to a gazillion years)).
madviking
north american scum
trader/warrior
Deity
I would have liked to have been Alv Erlingsson in an earlier life.
Among other hijinks he burned down Oslo, led a Norwegian naval attack burning large parts of the coast of Denmark, travelled to France to lend gold from the King of England on behalf of the king of Norway then ran off with the treasure to go raiding in the Baltic, met with emissaries of the Golden Horde, then ended his life executed by Danish Scanians for countless acts of piracy against Danish and German vessels.
This guy is so like me it's scary.
Among other hijinks he burned down Oslo, led a Norwegian naval attack burning large parts of the coast of Denmark, travelled to France to lend gold from the King of England on behalf of the king of Norway then ran off with the treasure to go raiding in the Baltic, met with emissaries of the Golden Horde, then ended his life executed by Danish Scanians for countless acts of piracy against Danish and German vessels.
This guy is so like me it's scary.
Kennigit
proud 2 boxer
No you didn't
Sounds just like my students, always skipped lecture and only show up for the review
But you would have to morph at least 3 times to get to that. Are you willing to stay in a chrysalis you made as a caterpillar or something?
CavLancer
This aint fertilizer
Recurring dream when I was a child of being ridden down by a native american and scalped, though I always woke up terrified at that point.
Don't know what that made me, a settler or a cavalry trooper or what. Inclined to say cavalry but that's just a feeling. Had that dream a lot, absolutely terrified me. I hated that dream. After having it I didn't want to sleep.
Don't know what that made me, a settler or a cavalry trooper or what. Inclined to say cavalry but that's just a feeling. Had that dream a lot, absolutely terrified me. I hated that dream. After having it I didn't want to sleep.
Perfection
The Great Head.
I sure hope I wasn't Hitler. That would be awkward.
CivDad
King of Garama
classical_hero
In whom I trust
Who do you think you are, Bart Simpson?
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