Alright. So, I’m twenty-one, finally in college doing a bit of the classes thing and a lot of partying. I’m sitting on my bed playing Xbox, beating the sh*t out of some guy from Norway, when this little twerp with huge glasses appears on my bed.
“Dude”, I say, looking back at the screen. “Leave me alone.”

“John”, he whines, “I really need the answers to my history final. I tried to study, but there was the Star Trek marathon on..”
“I don’t care”, I one-arm him off the bed, aiming a easy sniper head shot with my other hand. “You suck at history…HA! Mega-Kill. Die sucka!”
I glance over to him, “Beat it, loser.”
“Jerk”, he mutters before he disappears.
It sucks because now I have the memory of asking myself for the history answers and getting denied. Lame.
“Can’t a guy get some peace”, I sigh, starting a new session.
I reach over to grab a beer and there’s a hand stopping me.
“John”, a guy in a business suit says to me. “I have an important message from the future for you.”
There’s goes my day.