[ WP ] Time travel exists , and a new form of capital punishment is introduced : Transporting the convict back to the worst , practically unsurvivable , places in human history to find yourself in . You are such a convict , and just got sent back . You will do anything to try and survive .

The light was blinding, a flash of brilliance compared to the dingy room I lay in moments ago. A flashing pain struck through my body. A mass gathered in my skull. Expanding, Growing. I ca n't take the pressure. I ca n't take the pressure anymore. My head. My head. Its going to... I'm going to... The pain is gone. Replaced with a foggy mask of land, growing clearer, closer by the second. Muffled cries and.... gunshots... sounds not heard in ages, melaneia. Everything was done before it started now. In the time I came from. Warheads wiping out lands to radioactive dust, obliterating everything. The land came up to meet me. I crumpled to the ground with a cry. The shock of what just happened reached me. Nothing would move. Nothing did move. A pure blackness surrounded my eyes, as I faded into nothingness. 
 
 I moved from blackness to blackness, opening my eyes to a starless night. The sounds around still carried true. I sat up and looked around. A trench. A maze of trenches, laid out from end to end, navigating the warfront. A sprawl of men laid before me, puss oozing from every crevice of their rotting bodies. A cesspool. A bloodbath. I pulled one from the ground, looking less rotten then the rest, and stripped off green grey uniform. I tossed the body next to the rest of them, covering one with another. The smell of the fermenting flesh was overbearing. Gas. They were using gas. I had to get out. I had to get away quickly. I had to get away before I was afflicted... Hours. Hours. Hours. Hours. Hours. A light of day. My legs felt weak. They fell out from under me. The darkness consumed me again. 
 
 The sun's heat blazed against me. I woke up. Mid day. The trenches still spanned from infinity to infinity. I walked on till I could no longer. I lay against the wall and accepted it. 
 
 A graveyard of soldiers. Passing slowly. Closer and closer. I stood up, wavering. Body a barren wasteland. They spotted me and ran over, arms ready to strike at any false move. 
 
 `` Namen und Dienstgrad!'' 
 
 I stood, dazed, questioning. 
 
 `` Namen und Dienstgrad! Wer sind Sie!''. 
 
 Louder this time. More distain. More hate. More fear. 
 
 My hands fell from my pockets, and raised to the sky. 
 
 A clink, as something metalic fell out from where my hand just lay. A dogtag. A name sat within my pocket. An identity. A new being. An idea. Something clicked in my mind. 
 
 I spoke. 
 
 `` Gefreiter, sechzehnten Regiment, Hitler, Adolf, Herr''. 

