If I changed into my user-name, we would have a problem.
My story mage-girl is very fond of Fireball.
Gives whole new meaning to the term “flame war”!
Plus she is always getting into scrapes.
On the positive side, she has a kick-ass best friend/bodyguard, and a cute sorta-boyfriend (if only he would get around to actually telling her how he feels).
However, on the negative side, she may be expected to save the world someday.
So, moderately screwed, I guess? 
I’d probably be a bit shorter, but have killer pre-cog and a very interesting rooming house. Ankh-Morpork holds no terrors for me, but I may have a few currently renting the basement rooms for it.
Hi Gytha Ogg. Keeping a room for you when you visit next.
Oooh, my name could be interesting!
On the one hand, it’s a mix-mash of two different game characters I’ve played. So I’d be half Friar and half Druid, all deadly! 
On the other hand, people regularly ask me what a Taomist is, because it does sound kind of philosophical. In which case I’d be what I am anyway, which is one of those people that knows it’s all going to hell but enjoys the scenery along the way anyhow.
Don’t be silly; you’re the original wing-man!
I’ll be a character from an early Guy Gavriel Kay novel. Which means I’ll be handsome, heroic, melancholy and musically talented. I’ll also get laid a lot. So yeah, works for me.
I’d be sittin on the dock o’ the bay.
Watchin’ the tide rrrrrrrrrrole away.
Not all that different.
I’d be a guitar. Hopefully in the collection of somebody I like–Clapton, maybe?
I think I’d better watch out for hunters…
I’m flailing in the ocean.
I now have six older sisters. I’m okay, but my parents may be somewhat shocked.
You’re the one making all of the important decisions for your employer, a major investment institution!
Your “Sunspace Hopeless Doper Crush factor” has just gone up extremely.
I guess I’d still be the only me - except I don’t feel temporarily single M-F (that’s Mon-Fri, not male-female, btw) anymore.
Nah, you’d be able to make something out of it. Just stay away from dudes named Snake. I hear they have some really bitchin’ dominant genes.
I’d be… some form of monkey, which is a bit of a bother since it’s always been meant as a jokey reference to a lemur instead. And I’d either be a lawyer or a lawman… lawmonkey. Either way, I think I’d have a really stupid sitcom to star in.
I would have quills, standing on end, just like Hamlet’s hair if his dad had been allowed to tell him the whole truth about purgatory. Also, I don’t think porpentines can type, so I guess I wouldn’t be here any more.
Not too different, just a bit twisted 'round.
Hmmm. Nothing changes, except my name.
I’d finally know how to answer all the people who ask “What’s a Silophant?”
