[ WP ] An ancient cult preforms a dark ritual in 1914 to summon someone from 100 years in the future . You are that person .

Joint dangling from my mouth, I stared at Reddit, glazed eyes barely taking in the words in front of me. 
 
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 The High priest raised the sacrificial knife high above him, hand quivering with anticipation. 
 
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 I picked up my lighter, ready to light my happy stick once again. The ceiling fan wafted cool air from the a/c unit onto my legs. 
 
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 The chanting reached a crescendo as the knife was brought down into the beef. 
 
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 Time and space warped around me. The lights darkened, and the air grew colder, though there was no longer any breeze. 
 
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 A small, pulsating light grew from where the knife had struck the beef. The High Priest and his acolytes gasped, taken aback that their ritual had actually worked. 
 
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 I dropped, not very far, onto a table. The walls were rock and men in robes encircled me. I scowled at them, doing my best to maintain my appearance in my boxers. 
 
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 The High Priest, seeing the fear in his men's eyes, strode purposely toward the arrival, bowed with a flourish, and began introducing himself.. 
 
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 The robes boss strode over to me and by what I could only guess at, began speaking a language I could completely not understand. The ups and downs in his tones and the way he moved his mouth was both terrifying and fascinating. 
 
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 After introducing his men and 4 of their closest relatives by name ( as was custom ), the High Priest launched into a monologue of how things were going to change, how fantastic it would be to have such power finally on their side, etc, too lost in dreams to let the arrival speak just yet. 
 
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 This guy sure could talk. I looked around at the other guys for some kind of social back up and was met with more than one apologetic smile. I took a deep breath and sighed, raising my eyebrows. Might as well smoke if I have to sit through this. 
 
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 The High Priest's eyes, filled with light and delight, turned to the traveller. He was using what appeared to be some futuristic lighter and was smoking what appeared to be futuristic weed. The Priest extended a hand toward him. `` And where, do you come from, friend?'' 
 
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 I squinted at the boss guy, his words producing some kind of nausea deep inside me where my language bank lay. With no comprehension possible to me, I was reduced to seeing him as an alien yapping dog human. I jumped off the table and looked around for that damn knife. It was still in the beef. I turned to the robes, `` I'm sorry, but this is all kind of a hassle and it's really gone on much longer than I'd like so I'm leaving. Sorry.'' 
 
 With that, I plunged the knife into the beef.
