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So in another life I'd be...

In another life, I'd be:

fat
smelly
ugly
unintelligent
without a girlfriend
without an education
with a lousy job
with a small penis
with a '73 corvette -- that miraculously drives good

Good thing that's not my reality, now is it? :D


You forgot "modest" :D
 
In another life, I'd have no morals and hop in the sack with all my fantasy men...AT THE SAME TIME.

Afterwards, we would go play Twister.
 
In another life I'd be bald and badass and would die by getting stabbed with a trident.
 
Action Force is the code-name for a highly trained, elite military task-force recruited from the world's militaries to hunt down and capture the terrorsit madman known as Baron Ironblood.

Ironblood's origins are shrouded in mystery, but he is a master of hypnotism, genetics and robotics. His army, known as the Red Shadows, includes mercenaries and terrorists, brainwashed unwitting agents - like the Black Major, his right hand man -and even indestructible death robots known as Mutons.

For the past ten years, Ironblood has sought to overthrow world governments, and Action Force has stood against him.

Led by a man known only as 'The Commander', Action Force comprises four specialist units; Z Force commanded by Skip, providing armour and infantry support; Q Force, led by Dolphin, the maritime force; Space Force led by Sky Raider (he's a Yank, but we don't hold that against him) who wage the battle in the air and space and SAS Force, led by Eagle, the elite commando unit.

Action Force has battled Ironblood's forces world wide; defeating his jungle troops in Natanga and Duna, central Africa; the Arctic; the South Pacific; high in the Andes; and of course, the Atlas Mountains where Ironblood had his headquarters until it was destroyed by the Force.

As leader of SAS Force's Fire-team 2-1, I've been on deployment around the world battling the Red Shadow menace; thwarting assassinations, bombings and staging hostage rescues as well as assaulting Red Shadow bases used for training Ironblood's fanatics. But every time, Ironblood eludes us, but the battle continues, to keep the world safe.
 
Action Force is the code-name for a highly trained, elite military task-force recruited from the world's militaries to hunt down and capture the terrorsit madman known as Baron Ironblood.

Ironblood's origins are shrouded in mystery, but he is a master of hypnotism, genetics and robotics. His army, known as the Red Shadows, includes mercenaries and terrorists, brainwashed unwitting agents - like the Black Major, his right hand man -and even indestructible death robots known as Mutons.

For the past ten years, Ironblood has sought to overthrow world governments, and Action Force has stood against him.

Led by a man known only as 'The Commander', Action Force comprises four specialist units; Z Force commanded by Skip, providing armour and infantry support; Q Force, led by Dolphin, the maritime force; Space Force led by Sky Raider (he's a Yank, but we don't hold that against him) who wage the battle in the air and space and SAS Force, led by Eagle, the elite commando unit.

Action Force has battled Ironblood's forces world wide; defeating his jungle troops in Natanga and Duna, central Africa; the Arctic; the South Pacific; high in the Andes; and of course, the Atlas Mountains where Ironblood had his headquarters until it was destroyed by the Force.

As leader of SAS Force's Fire-team 2-1, I've been on deployment around the world battling the Red Shadow menace; thwarting assassinations, bombings and staging hostage rescues as well as assaulting Red Shadow bases used for training Ironblood's fanatics. But every time, Ironblood eludes us, but the battle continues, to keep the world safe.

Excellent :techman:You must be very tired :)

The person I should have been in this life.:sigh:

No! Total cop out :klingon: This is imagination time ~ Let it run wild and free...
 
I was the ruler of an ancient city. We were a scholarly society, building our culture on knowledge and philosophy. We lived in peace with our neighbors, trading our knowledge for their ability to defend, to produce, to build. It was in roughly 330 B.C. that we first met what would become our fate. A month before our first encounter, we received word of a Gaul army gathering across the mountains, a fierce army, one beyond anything we had ever seen before. In consternation, I and the philosopher kings of our city gathered together with the Kings of our neighboring nations and we planned our survival. The nations who could defend would protect our borders. The nations who could produce would supply their soldiers. The nations who could build would create our war machines. Together with our knowledge and wisdom, we would protect our homelands and foster an alliance that would strengthen our bonds.

The night before the Gauls arrived, I took a long walk around my city, my home. I could smell the bread baking in the ovens, and as I passed by, the baker offered me some blema, to which I thanked him and continued throughout the city, nibbling thoughtfully on the delightful morsel. I saw women and children gathering and felt a tinge of hope, that if we were successful, our generations would live on with the knowledge of our victory, that peace and friendship would triumph over the evils of conquest and greed.

Alas it was not to be. The Gauls overtook the defensive army in 4 very short days. We simply were not prepared for their ferocious zeal. They tore a path of fire, blood and death through our neighbors. We helped as we could, strategizing, offering moral and medical aid, but it was not enough, and soon they were at our borders. I watched from my palace as the Gauls burned through our city, raping and setting fire to everything that moved. They were disgusting, vile men who sought only to destroy, and I watched as they destroyed my home, where I had once ruled the philosopher kings.


J.
 
If I hadn't such big problems with the hell that I was put trough in school, I'd probably be a hyper asshole that drives a Volvo. As opposed to a decent calm guy who drives a Saab.

Nah I probably wouldn't be an asshole, mom and dad wouldn't had let that happen. But I definitely think I wouldn't be as humble as I am in this life.


As for actual other lives...I'm pretty sure I've had some. One of them was in the past in Japan. Every time I see pics or clips from old parts of Kyoto I have the uncanny feeling that I know it already.
 
If I had the choice I'd be more low key and do a job behind closed doors instead of with a handful of manic fans who still tell me I'm awesome when I sign my autograph "Fuck off and leave me alone."

I'd just like to be nicer. As much as I enjoy being a prick for a living, it's often hard to shut off.
 
In another life i'd be having a great sandwich right now.

Wait, I can do that anyway.

I AM THE MASTER OF MY OWN DESTINY
 
Tuna salad is on a level with quiche on the scale of manliness, my colleague informs me.

In my other life I'm the one who runs this shit.
 
Tuna salad is on a level with quiche on the scale of manliness, my colleague informs me.
Quiche is good. :bolian: [:facepalm: - someone]
Don't tell me you drink your half of shandy with your little finger stuck out like a southerner would drink it....
Half of shandy? Don't touch the stuff. :p

Anyway, I've been the length and breath of this fine island such that regoinal cultural demarcation doesn't really apply to me anymore. :)
 
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