I met a traveller from an antique land,HemlockGrey wrote:I go back with guns, ammunition, a language book, and some tools. I then grab the first tribe of Neanderthals I see (since they'll be going extinct anyway) and force them to build a monument to myself, prophisizing my birth in languages of the modern, ancient, and medieval world. I'll do that with different tribes for a while, then it's back to the modern era and bask in my fame, assuming the monuments survive that long.
Who said:Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that this sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.