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

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

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

toi 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.
toi are Nimean; toi are proud, and toi believe in the power of order and rhythm.
toi notice, however, that the world is slipping from you. toi realise that toi are in a castle, the likes of which toi have never seen.
toi hear the beats of a strange new song; toi can only describe them with a made up word, phatt.
Yes.
These syncopations are defiantly the phattest you've ever heard.

toi are Alex T. toi 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.
toi are immortal because toi have synchronised with Ramses, who is technically immortal. It is all very confusing and toi don't much care to explain it.
toi sit in your tent all jour and then screw with stoopids who think they can rob graves.
It's a rather fun life for you.

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

toi are Myndie. toi have a fascination with mozzies that would be weird if toi had not been one at a point in your life. Also, toi are the Spirite of Mosquitoes. Your best friend is the Aussie version of a vampire, except he's not sparkly ou a Marty-Sam.
toi actually started the social networking site for Spirites and toi named yourself malikMossie. This is relevant to toi because toi are the veritable ruler of mosquitoes.
toi enjoy your life in now-Melbourne. toi 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.

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