Alternate universe you!

[Crop]

So many possibilities... so many alternatives....

I know! When alternate me bought that lottery ticket that one time, he won the jackpot and became filthy stinking rich and so had no problems ever!

Damn you alternate me!

[Mercer]

I don't know about my alternate self. I haven't met him yet.

[Mr. Carnelian]

Alternate me went to Oxford University (rather than Winchester) to study law (instead of English) and has become a stuck-up douche (rather than a slightly less stuck-up bundle of fun). Not that everyone who goes to Oxford becomes a stuck-up douche, mind. Just a lot of people. On the other hand, he probably bagged some guy with rich parents (rather than Formy) and is living it up as we speak, the bastard. Plus, when he becomes a lawyer he's probably going to end up making big money himself eventually. Goddamn you, alternate me!

EDIT: BUT, he'll be REALLY bored and not doing what he really wanted to do. So, I win. Suck on that, alternate me!

[Ffamran mied Bunansa]

Alternate me stayed in high school (instead of dropping out) and ended up going to a big university (instead of a very small but accomodating one). He probably got a degree in something like English or Philosophy before moving on to Law school (instead of Physics->Medical Physics). I imagine he would be less of a gamer, more socially outgoing, more posh, and probably a lot less interesting from current me's point of view.

[Clo]

I have a feeling it would be a similar pathetic outcome. Maybe I'd fail in, like, a different state. Or something.

[sinuosity]

Thread is reading dangerously close to "list of regrets" lol.

I think I would have been mostly the same no matter what. If I hadn't had a science phase in high school I'd probably have done law.

[Ayen]

Alternate me would be named Lord Tomas, third son of Lord Micael of the Terrue, seat of House Gobe in the Riverlands, sworn to House Tully, Lords Paramount of the Trident. My father would've died during the invasion of the Lannister army of Riverrun after Tyrion was captured by Lady Catelyn leading to my eldest brother Rickhar becoming the new lord, and being the motivation for our family to join with Lord Edmure in supporting Robb Stark, the King in the North and King of the Trident, in the War of the Five Kings. My brother Rickhar and Timoth would've died at the Red Wedding leading me to be Lord of House Gobe.

With my army in shambles and the North falling to the Boltons while the Riverlands fall to the Freys, I have no choice but to surrender to the Iron Throne to maintain what little of a holdings I have left. Bending the knee to bastard kings and smiling through my teeth at Frey filth while secretly wanting to slit their throats. Tempted to forge an alliance with the Brotherhood without Banners to take back my homelands, but think better of it. I simply bide my time, for the North remembers and so does the Trident. After some clever politicking and new marriage pacts to forge new alliances I finally take my chance to avenge my father and two brothers when Jon Snow returns from the grave and start amassing a force with Sansa to take back Winterfell and claim fealty to the new King of the Trident, and we totes be best bros.

Totes.