[ 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 thing about Robert McKay was he was a tough son of a bitch. He survived three tours with the 33rd fusiliers, he watched New York burn from the air, and he had survived prison; being handy with a blade helped. 
 
 “ Prisoner 5-6-5-9-1, ” A voice called out his name, he was a number, a meat suit. “ Report for summary execution. ” He chuckled at that, where else was he gon na go? Not alive out of this place that's for sure. He was marched down a narrow cobalt blue corridor and he was smiling like the happiest man on earth. He dwarfed the two screws that were walking him down to the Egg, Standing at a natural six foot six and weighing a heavily muscular seventeen stone he was a brick shit house and hell on wheels when he wanted to be. 
 
 “ So, Tommy, am I gon na get to choose? ” Robert rasped, his rough northern accent creating a low rumble in the hallway. Tommy O'Malley was one of the few decent screws in the place. 
 
 “ Do n't know mate, ” Tommy said while looking up at Robert, “ Depends on the judge, if you get a younger one they might send you somewhere useful, but if you get Stonemill, you're fucked. ” Robert growled at the name. James Stonemill was not a man to be trifled with, and Robert had killed his son on the outside, work for an ex-soldier these days were scarce. 
 
 “ Well Tommy it was nice knowing you, either way. ” Robert said stoically. 
 
 They kept on for another ten minutes or so until they came to a sealed bulkhead that lead to the Egg. Biggest god damn door Robert had ever seen, some three feet thick and locked by way of hydraulics. For the first time in a long time, Robert let fear creep up his spine making him shiver, he had n't felt that since the battle of New Orleans. 
 
 “ Well Robert, you're on your own here on out, good luck to you and godspeed. ” Tommy said as he stuck his hand out. Robert shook it as best as he could with his hands shackled. The bulkhead hissed open and two white robbed executioners ushered him into the big circular room on the other side. He looked up at the judges bench, and sure as he was a walking corpse the judge was Stonemill. The two white robed men stood him in the centre of the room and stripped him down to the skin, they then took his shackles off, the Egg could n't send anything dead back, so no weapons to give a con a fighting chance. 
 
 “ Mister McKay, I've been waiting for sometime now.. ” Stonemill started before Robert stopped him. 
 
 “ Shut the fuck up and get it over with you cunt. You're son was a cunt and paedophile and he deserved the bullet I fed him. ” That shut Stonemill up right fast. That was why his fiend of a son was killed, he had raped a gangsters thirteen year old daughter, the gangster just happened to be Roberts former employer, he gave Robert the contract and Robert had turned down the big payday. He had been present for the birth of that girl, he had been her driver and body guard for thirteen years. He tracked and killed that fucking scumbag and his protection detail; twelve dead. A life sentence for each corpse and the death penalty. 
 
 “ I hereby order your immediate execution. ” Stonemill said and flipped the switch. 
 
 Robert woke up in a forest. His everything hurt, part of the process as he understood it required him to be nearly seared to medium rare and then he lands back in whatever period of history he got stuck with. He looked around to get his senses under control, he was shocked to see a dead deer some six feet away. Poor beasts head had come off, it was sitting inside the small charred circle of grass with an extremely surprised look on its face. 
 
 “ Well, at least I wo n't go hungry. ” He said as he bent to find some stone he could gut the beast with when a large man with a crossbow stepped out from behind a tree. Robert stopped mid stoop and was dumbstruck. The fucker was wearing chain mail, and carrying a brutal looking axe and a heavy long knife. And then he opened his mouth and started spouting off in frog. “ Fuck me, the cock sent me back to medieval frog land. ” Robert said without thinking, which caused the frog to stomp towards him waving his cross bow. Which in the brief moment of hindsight he had, it was probably the worst decision he ever made. Fast as a snake Robert was on him and had the man's knife out of its sheathe and buried to the hilt in his skull. “ You and the deer mate, shittiest luck in the history of shit luck. ” Robert made quick work of stripping the frog of his clothes, a little tight across the shoulders but he could suffer through that and the leather pants were too short, ending at his calf but he found that the boots the man was wearing came up to his knee, and thankfully were his size. He gutted the deer and cut out some decent pieces of meat leaving the rest for whatever scavengers populated the forests of France and headed west, he figured he'd hit a road sooner or later. 
 
 Luckily for Robert he was right he came within spitting distance of a road and found it swarming with marching men, who seemed to be in a hurry. But he heard them speaking English so that was a start he melted out of the trees and startled some archers by the look of them. 
 
 “ Who goes there!? ” called a big burly bastard that had yard long arrow pointed at Roberts chest. 
 
 “ I go by the name of Robert McKay, I'm from York. ” The bows went down and the burly bastard walked over. 
 
 “ And what in the name of the virgins cunt are you doing in the woods? ” he barked, 
 
 “ I was hunting, got attacked by a couple of frogs doing the same, lost my bow in the fight. ” Robert said, thinking fast on his feet and was dismayed when the archers roared with laughter at him. 
 
 Wiping tears from his eyes the burly archer clapped a hand on Roberts shoulder. “ Well you're a right silly cunt, losing your weapon because of some frogs. Me name is Bennett. ” Turning to a young boy, he could n't have been more than ten he said. “ Jack run to Earl William, tell him I found a stray, he lost his bow to some frogs and is need of a replacement. ” Jack bolted off down to the front of the column. “ Fall in behind us and you'll get refitted, we need every damn stray we find where we're going. ” 
 
 “ Wheres that? ” Robert asked 
 
 “ Some fuckin hill called Crecy. ” Bennett said over his shoulder. 
 
 Robert remembered that name from history class when he was a lad. “ Fuck me. ” he said quietly as he was handed a sheaf of arrows and a bow taller than he was. 

