This is me in a deathmatch
I incarnate on a red spot. I look around. How large the world is! How colourful, like this person running tow--
I reincarnate on a red spot. Knowing the distastefulness of inhabitants, I pick up a handy semi-automatic machine gun sitting nearby. Carefully creeping throug the remains of this post-apocalyptic world, I sneak up behind the same person who killed me--I'm sure, because he's wearing the same clothes, and is also heaving up and down like he has asthma. Ready? NOW! I pounce in front of him and press the trigger! What? No bulle--
I reincarnate on a red spot. Knowing the suspicious nature of heavy weaponry, I pick up a handy shotgun, and some shells lying nearby. I cock it at the ready, and secrete myself behind a crate. Aha! The SAME person! Deja vu? I jump out, with my weapon ready, and STRAFE across the room! I am a master of tactics! I bump into another person. "Oh, I beg your par--"
Even Jesus didn't rise from the dead three times.