Although Arthur Rimbaud was mostly known for being a flamboyant poetry writing twink he ran away from home at 16 and joined the National Guard during the commune although he never left the depot and he smuggled himself out via an unknown method just before people started getting lined up against walls.

Later around 22 after he stopped writing he joined the Dutch Foreign Legion and was posted to Java. He eventually deserted walking for 2 weeks across the interior of the island. When he reached Semarang he used his fluency in English to sign on with a British merchant ship heading to Queenstown, Ireland before turning up Paris after years MIA dressed as a British sailor before reappearing in Germany and trying to join the US Navy using the americanized name of "John A. Rimbaud" but was turned down.

In his last life he was a coffee (and Remington Rolling Block rifle) trader in Harare and an early explorer in Ogaden whose expedition notes were published by the French Geographical Society and made him well known among other European explorers. Gone was the insane symbolist poet who once ran Etienne Carjat through with a sword cane for having shit taste in poetry, replaced with a reserved explorer known in Abyssinia for his linguistic skills and native diplomacy.