[ WP ] Every time-traveler is given a single timeline that is their personal playground . Show me a group of time-travelers talking about what they 've done with history in the same way we 'd talk about what we 've done playing open world games .

`` So I told the guy,'Please. Tell me more about how you went back in time and killed Hitler!''' 
 
 Everyone burst into laughter. Around the table sat a small platoon of time traveling vagabonds who had been drifting in and out of the Rift for years. Like me, most of them started out wide-eyed and terrified, questioning their very existence, the whole big emotional breakdown or whatever. Now they just drink. 
 
 It's a bar now. A tavern, really. The Rift, I mean. It changes appearance every so often. Only the oldest and wisest of us know how to manipulate it like that, and if a newbie like me asks, they say `` Trade secrets'' and laugh too hard. 
 
 Thomas Pilkington, the 16th century `` Privateer'' with a mouth of rotting teeth and an accent that would make the Queen's ears bleed, leaned an elbow on the table and asked me if I'd got all my Hitler rage out yet. 
 
 `` No...'' 
 
 They laughed too hard at this. Pilkington was the bully of the group. He hated newbies by default. But I was a special target on his list for two very stupid reasons: 1. I told everyone that there were no privateers in the 16th century. Pilkington was probably a pirate. And 2. My favorite `` comedian'' happens to be Karl Pilkington, a man whose most memorable contribution has been the documentary series *An Idiot Abroad*. 
 
 `` And since you're a time traveling Pilkington, that makes you like *An Idiot in Time*. Ahyuck!'' 
 
 He did not laugh. 
 
 I do n't know why I say these stupid things. Why am I the time traveler of our era anyway? Could n't it have been someone cool? Like Will Smith? 
 
 When I had mentioned my insecurities to Susan, the police officer from the 24th century, he said `` Who's Will Smith?'' 
 
 `` The guy from like... Independence Day? Fresh Prince of Bel Air?'' 
 
 Susan shook his head for a second, and then paused. `` Oh you mean Fresh Prince of Andromeda? My kids love that show.'' 
 
 I assured him that not only was that show a remake of *Fresh Prince of Bel Air*, but it was a shitty one. With bad actors. And it totally missed the original point of the show. *And* Susan is a name for *women*. 
 
 He gave me a smug look. `` You people are so small-minded. It must've been awful growing up as a millenial.'' 
 
 `` Well at least we had Reddit!'' I shot back. 
 
 `` And we can teleport.'' 
 
 I hate the Rift. After sitting at the table a little longer, listening in on a conversation between an Egyptian slave that worked on the Pyramids and a Chinese mercenary who fought the Monghols, a little jealousy built up inside. All I'd ever done was get a degree in Computer Science... from a Liberal Arts college. I could n't relate to this amazing time-traveling heroes. So I decided to make my own history. Slamming my hand down on the table, I stood up. 
 
 `` I'm out of here,'' I said. 
 
 `` Where ye goin?'' Pilkington asked. 
 
 `` To kill Hitler again.''
