I would be Henry VIII. I'd get to have sex with countless bitches. When I get bored of my wife I'll just accuse her of incest and have her head cut off. When people make me pissed I'll burn their faggot pagan asses at the stake.
I'd be some random farmer circa 1550. Living the good life off the land with a homely woman back at the hay thatched cottage cooking up some rabbit stew for me after a hard days graft in the fields tending to my turnips.
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