anda pick up a stylus. It radiates with the power of ten-thousand ancient djinn.
anda write your name, Alexander Tyremonius, in the dinding of your skin tent.
The tent smokes. anda run out, and as anda do so, anda see another person inside.
anda run in and retrieve him.
He chants something in a foreign language and the tent disappears.
He asks, 'Who are you?' though not in a way anda could understand if he wasn't speaking in your mind.
This doesn't freak anda out; anda have heard voices many times.
But it seems that this time they have a body.
anda respond, in your native Greek/Egyptian horrorterror slang, 'The dude who plays with scarabs'.
The guy smiles. He shakes your hand and announces that anda two would be good friends for a while now. A few thousand aeons to be exact.
He leads anda to the site of a future pharaoh's tomb.
He tells anda that maths will be the best thing to happen to your socially worthless nation.
anda laugh. anda say that Egypt is the best thing since melted steel.
He reminds anda that your wonderful nation was conquered oleh the Greeks.
anda shut up and wait for the maths to happen.

anda bleed from the torso; a fateful blade having pierced anda in battle.
Before your eyes go black, anda fall in to the Pool of Bethesda.
anda are revitalised. anda may even say that you've changed.
anda know this is the truth when anda fend off an enemy's attack with only your forearm and fling him over the gate.
This is your sign; anda were not meant to die. anda were meant to protect.
anda run back in to battle and defend the most beauteous city in existence.

Poor little man. Of course, it's not as though anda care nor have the ability to care.
anda are a nyamuk in Persia; anda greedily drink the blood of any fool who hasn't covered his face.
anda hit one man who is particularly strange to you.
anda gasp with your terrible little nyamuk brain as anda realise he is a djinn.
anda are flung off of the continent and straight into a strange new place with jumping beasts and devious bears that try to murder anda when you're under the branches of their trees.
anda also notice anda are a human woman. anda quickly clothe yourself with a skin that anda 'found' on a clothes rack.
The woman who owned the skin would've stoned anda to death if she wasn't gifted oleh the pelangi Snake with a great sence of pity.
She smiles and brings anda inside your homestead, and gives anda a horrid-smelling but delicious stew.
anda decide you'll like it here.

anda beat your drums feverishly in tune to the beautiful song of your Tribe; the Chieftain sings of the heroes of old and the noblemen that allowed your people to thrive under them in the future.
anda are Nimean; anda are proud, and anda believe in the power of order and rhythm.
anda notice, however, that the world is slipping from you. anda realise that anda are in a castle, the likes of which anda have never seen.
anda hear the beats of a strange new song; anda can only describe them with a made up word, phatt.
Yes.
These syncopations are defiantly the phattest you've ever heard.

anda are Alex T. anda live in a tent in front of the most ghetto excavation in the history of Egypt with your best friend, Ramses, who has a strange obsession with maths.
anda are immortal because anda have synchronised with Ramses, who is technically immortal. It is all very confusing and anda don't much care to explain it.
anda sit in your tent all hari and then screw with stoopids who think they can rob graves.
It's a rather fun life for you.

anda are Joseph, the Spirite of Gallancy. Actually, your name is Gallaitch, but your wife would've run away from anda if anda proposed to her with that name.
anda display your wife's triumph over breast cancer oleh wearing pink, having a berwarna merah muda, merah muda long-barrelled pistol, and making any biasmonsters berwarna merah muda, merah muda in the face when anda knee them for making fun of you.
anda cinta your life, and everything in it.
Why shouldn't you?

anda are Myndie. anda have a fascination with mozzies that would be weird if anda had not been one at a point in your life. Also, anda are the Spirite of Mosquitoes. Your best friend is the Aussie version of a vampire, except he's not sparkly atau a Marty-Sam.
anda actually started the social networking site for Spirites and anda named yourself malikMossie. This is relevant to anda because anda are the veritable ruler of mosquitoes.
anda enjoy your life in now-Melbourne. anda enjoyed it even when Captain Cook was here.
To tell the truth, it's just fun to be an AUSSIE! AUSSIE! AUSSIE!
OI! OI! OI!
Sorry, that's your force of habit.

anda are Tanokotech; anda are the Spirite of Techno and Rave Thingies. anda used to spin the phattest syncopations before anda got married. Now anda leave that up to your Spin Jockey.
But his syncopations are not nearly as phatt.
Not nearly.
anda wub to the musik in the dance room.
Why shouldn't you?
You're proud of who anda are.