I am a time traveler. Crazy, I know, but growing up in the 80's gave me a great deal of exposure to how awesome this power could be. There isn't much to say about my life, every time I travel another universe is born, one with a different me, apparently its some weied time travel paradox. Every decision, every travel, it opens a new univeese. Most of the mini mes end up dying, which I don't care about. Why would I? It's their own fault for dying. None the less they're not the original me.
Today was the same as every day, a normal travel and all of a sudden, the world became black and purple. I fell down through a crack in my already nausea inducing time travel, I fell far down. When I fell, I hit the ground hard. All I saw when I looked up was a city with posters everywhere looking for a terrorist. The one pictured on the posters wore a rabbit mask. A tall man who wore an Adidas track suit had given his hand out to me, apparently being one of the people in charge of this place.
"You are new here yes?" He had a thick Russian accent, a badge on his suit would have the name Oleg. I tried to just quickly travel away from this situation, but my powers refused to work with me, just giving me a giant headache.
I don't know what I'm going to be forced to do here, but I'm not going to like it.
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The Unexplainable Rift
FantasyThe Unexplainable Rift started out as a small story between friends adding their own characters and characters from already established stories to be mashed together within a void of the universe. Watch as these strangers slowly grow closer togethe...
