Rememberers: Fantasy

All around me are familiar faces. People can get all excited about reincarnation and the possibility of discovering that they were Cleopatra in a previous life all they want, but I say it's not worth it! For starters, there was only one Cleopatra. There were millions upon millions of slaves, or even people who just scratched a living out for the entirely of their lives. So finding out what you were is not so much fun. Who needs to be suddenly burdened with post-traumatic stress for a life that they never even lived? And then you get the less than one percent chance that you gain the ability to recognize people from past lives. That's me. The less than one-percenter. And it's awful. Everywhere I go, I see faces that I recognize from the twenty lives I've lived before. Yes, I said twenty. I know that's a lot more than the average, but apparently I'm one of the unenlightened ones, the ones who resist moving on. Or maybe I'm just one of the ones that goes insane whenever I'm given a good life and I do something so horrible that I'm cast back on down the reincarnation scale. Your choice which you believe, but I tell you, I think my life's pretty good right now--oh, don't think I don't see you inching away!


Inspiration: "Mad World"
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. It's a novelty gag, but not really enough to support a story on its own. Could be a decent minor character, I suppose.