In which we delve into the pyschological repercussions of events from a past life.

My name was Wendy Halftrousers. I was a burly man and spoke in coarse words. Once in a fit of anger I rolled a friar into a gulch and belched an entire weeks rations after him. Garbed in only Melvins Plaid Suit of Intoxication I single handedly caused the collapse of the nation Texicus, lost to history until now. Inadvertently I invented the idea of Chuck Norris whilst churning butter from a stone. I had been known to cleave a man in twain without spilling a drop of mead from my flagon. As a hobby I practiced the fine and dark arts of vivisection. All of this and it still didn't stop everyone from laughing about the fact my name was Wendy Halftrousers.