Do you think if you were teleported back to the bronze age, you'd be a weak little shit because everyone back then was built different? or maybe you'd own everyone hard because none of those fuckers ever been to a gym?
I would have a single drink of water and then shit myself to death
Pretty sure the Greeks be wowzered by the fact that I have boobs and a dick. And then they make a bunch of statues of me
Everyone around me would die because they don't have any immunity to the massive swarm of bacteria in me; I would probably die of dysentery shortly afterwards because I couldn't find any way to start a fire to boil water :shrug-outta-hecks:
It might, but I feel like there would be a very short window for it to do so
I'd impress everyone with my then-futuristic muay thai skills, then die from an infection of past bacteria while accidentally killing others with my future bacteria.
i think more impactful than going to the gym is not being malnourished and average/short height today is tall back then.
i'd own them and everyone would want to sleep with the weird tall pale motherfucker :sicko-fem:
In the three hours before my swift death, people would be mildly amused by my height (6'3")
they definitely had much more active lifestyles
but i'd be weak little shit in any time period i think
Die from lack of cardio when Greek democrats enslave me for being a barbarian. Probably die from an infection after they beat me.
Honestly I'd show them how a steam engine, mechanized production works and just kick start the industrial production with invention of black powder rifles. Then before capital can become coherent release the idea of how cpatlists are bad and don't care about you, before the class can get on the same page, either that or crossbreed weed until I die in my 60s from Egyptian blunt smoke.
well, i don't speak any language that people did then, so i'd be fucked wherever i ended up most likely.
the only way i would do this, is if i could pick the time/date/position of my arrival (and have maybe a year to study everything i could about the larger forces during that time), and i could arrive as a baby/young toddler--thus regarded as helpless and taken in by some family, taught the local language and customs with patience and concern--but also retaining all the knowledge i currently posses. only under those circumstances could i reasonably hit the jackpot, so to speak, and make the risk of like disease and whatever worth rolling the dice.
obviously, the end game is to go Year Zero on this MFer and run up the score to like "obsidian ziggurat so tall it pierces the eye of odin" type shit. like something where aliens cruise by and go, "...the fuck happened here?"
Honey there's a baby on our doorstep.
Well we can't feed it, go put it in the woods or something.
or maybe you’d own everyone hard
only in the marketplace of ideas, as far as physical combat goes I'm basically boneless
