[ 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 guard of my cell smirked at me as I was led away. `` Have fun,'' he said. `` I wo n't miss you.'' 
 
 I laughed tiredly. `` Right back at you.'' 
 
 The two guards behind me pushed me into a white room. Sitting before me was a metal chair. It looked like an old electric chair, the type they'd used before time travel came around. But I knew that this was no electric chair. 
 
 I sat down. The cuffs slid from the armrests, encircling my arms, locking them in. 
 
 The guards stepped out of the room. 
 
 `` Good morning, Mr. Jones,'' came a voice from the loudspeaker. `` I hope you are prepared for your trip back in time. It wo n't be pleasant, to say the least. I...'' 
 
 I zoned out. The voice rambled on for a minute longer. Then it said, `` Well, goodbye.'' I heard it mutter, `` We're glad to be rid of you.'' 
 
 I sat still, smirking carelessly. Inside, I was slightly terrified. I had no idea where- *when*, rather- they were sending me. But I had made a solemn promise to myself. I was going to survive at all costs. 
 
 The room hummed. The chair glowed. For a moment, I felt nothing. Then light filled my vision, piercing light, tearing into my eyes, blinding me. Excruciating pain filled me. I felt that I was being slowly torn apart, cooked, and blended, all at the same time. 
 
 The pain lasted an eternity. I howled and writhed, all rational thought leaving my mind, leaving nothing but the pain. Then suddenly, it was gone. 
 
 I was in the middle of a forest. The chair had become brittle under the stress of the travel- I broke free of the cuffs easily. I stood up, stretched, and tried to discern exactly when I was. 
 
 I was standing in the middle of a lush green forest. Towering trunks surrounded me. Beautiful flora bloomed in the undergrowth. I could see the sky through the trees. 
 
 Usually, they sent people to a hard-to-survive place in history. But this did n't look like it would be hard to live in at all, I thought. I could build tools, hunt, and- 
 
 I heard a low growl from behind me. I froze. I slowly turned around and found myself staring into the face of a giant lizard. 
 
 The lizard was a brownish-green color. It had a single brown feather atop its head. It stood on two legs. It slunk out of the undergrowth, still growling. Its feet were adorned with claws; two massive black arcs, one on each foot. Its arms each had three long claws at the end of them. I was sure it could slice me open or devour me easily. 
 
 The lizard crept closer. No, not lizard. I was n't stupid. This was no lizard. 
 
 They'd sent me back to the time of the dinosaurs. 
 
 It hissed, and my resolve broke. I turned and ran. I heard it snarl, and then a heavy weight landed on my back. I tumbled to the ground. A searing pain filled me. It had sliced my spine. I could n't move, could hardly breathe. 
 
 The dinosaur rolled me over. I cried out in agony. Through pain-filled eyes, I saw it tilt its head. Then it bent down and closed its jaws around my throat. 
 
 ( Yeah, yeah, I broke the prompt. It was supposed to be somewhere in `` human history'', not just `` history''. Oh well. Humanity's ancestors lived back then, so it could count, I guess. And yes, I used a `` Jurassic Park'' -style Velociraptor, big and without feathers. Whatever. )
