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In the year 21200 BCE, a wooly mammoth decided that the guy throwing a pointy stick at it deserved to be squished like a grape. I was so traumatized that I didn't incarnate again until the 1970's. I spent most of the in-between time playing checkers with Vishnu who would let me take 100 years per turn, but would take no time at all to make his own moves... yet he would win every time... except for that one time, though I think he just let me win that out of pity... bloody gods.
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