Technically, I don’t exist. I’m just a name that a young man decided to call the unknown purse snatcher who killed his police officer father.
Or maybe I’m overthinking it, and I’m just a purse snatcher.
Technically, I don’t exist. I’m just a name that a young man decided to call the unknown purse snatcher who killed his police officer father.
Or maybe I’m overthinking it, and I’m just a purse snatcher.
I would have a different name and more interesting ancestors.
I’d be a gravelly voiced cartoon character, but I’d have an awesome figure and great hair. There’s also the married to the megalomaniacal Monarch part… that’d give me pause right there.
He’s still better than Phantom Limb.
“jack davinci” is my general all purpose alternate name, so I suppose I would be a best selling author and renowned actor/director/whatever. I’m cool with that. Or a distant relative or sidekick of Leonardo. Or more literally it would just mean I live in Vinci. I’ve never been there but I imagine it’s a nice place.
:::I’m so screwed!:::
:smack:
I’d be a demi-Muppet. As long as Muppet rules apply, that would be pretty cool. I could travel by map, make crude jokes, but I’d be stuck with a unique speech impediment.
I’m sending out the wrong message.
It also means ‘Friendly Ana’ in Esperanto.
Well, hey… No gnus is good gnus with garygnu.
I think I would be worse off under my original user name of BigBadWofl - things did not usually turn out well for him in the old stories. As BigDadWolf I think I would just be a more hirsute which wouldn’t be too bad as I am a bit follicly challenged.
Who said that ???
Can we get a bit of temporal hinkyness in with that random musical tone?
Cause, right about now, I’m all evil and bitchy and manipulative and all, but if you go back a bit, at least part of me detaches and gets to hang out with Harry Dresden’s id. And it’s all hot and sexy and dark and iddy. Yowza.
Also, that bit of me is less evil (still manipulative tho). Which is probably good for me. I personally don’t do major evil very well, so I would suck at it, and maybe get demoted. I imagine that would be unpleasant.
I’m not sure, but apparently I’m attacking…maybe flatland.
Here’s hoping there isn’t any Gargamel’s or Azreal’s on the board.
On the plus side there a few of us small blue folk around here, so at least we can team up, and we’ll have cakes from me, and presumably plenty of booze from Drunky.
Depends on whether the deity reads Le Guin. If so, it might recognize the reference–“Light is the left hand of darkness, and darkness the right hand of light”–and make the logical extrapolation. I’ll end up being Cool.
If the deity doesn’t read Le Guin, I’ll likely spend the rest of my life clicking W,A,S,D.
I am your beginning . . . . .
or a clay tablet.
On the plus side, I would be able to skate and play hockey! Woohoo!
On the negative side…I’d be significantly shorter.
At least you can be sure of getting away with it.
I’d devour information.
Which is pretty much what I do now anyway, so little change.