Ah- yeah, we had an earth too.
I used to live on it, Anglia was a country there.
If we scale it back to the... 11th century if you're using that other calendar I've heard around here, its' 13th century on my one... I've encountered that problem before.
Anyway- 11th century- long story short, back then I managed to piss off a pacifist god enough that he'd curse me to come back every time I die, with the stipulation that when I die, people forget my existence. All types of people, no matter what way people try and record my existence, it'll be considered a myth or a hoax.
So... I've been around for a very long time. I even outlived the sun.
These days, I live on a post-sol colony planet- Newway.
Or- well- lived past tense, I died around here a month or so ago. So... I'm going to have some fun with my citizenship when I get back.
And re-enlist in the army.
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Well- not really, its' more painful going there.
Coming back, I go to the physical state I was in when I was cursed.
Age included.
Even if I die of old age, when I come back- I'll be in my late twenties, early thirties.
Honestly at this point, I have no idea whether I'm 28 or 33 years old.
Or somewhere in-between.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThe daemons. The Warp is where all souls go to be unmade.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Yeah.
And it's basically impossible for me to prove that I do come back to people.
'Cause with you, at least you could do it in front of them and they'd see your ability to come back.
Me? I shoot myself in front of someone, and they have no idea who shot themselves in front of them, and I come back to people who forgot that I said I can come back from the dead, and I sound like a crazy guy.
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This is delivery. You are delivery.
(attempts to pick it up again)