Forgive me for I am adjusting to this new world and the Detroit Tigers ridiculous loss.
Over 2000 years ago I lived on the island of Salamis. When I tell people I am from a place called 'Salamis', they look at my attire, my extensive beard and imagine I am from San Francisco of the American continent.
They mock my name of Euripides and extend their buttockses and make gaseous air poofs towards the east or west. 'What is your name again?' they say. And then I hear the impressive acceleration of a motorcycle engine. New to this world, I foolishly look for a motorcycle in proximity. But alas, it is but a gaseous air poof they are mocking me with.
Well, enough for the introductions. My name is Euripides. I died many years ago, but I searched for eternal life through philosophy and metaphysics. I worked with the fathers of Euclid and many unknown physicists (unknown to your culture and era) to discover an atomic regeneration process to bring myself back to life. I did not believe that in the end it would prove successful, but here I am.