[ 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 .

I hated dinner parties, and I hated even more that they were mandatory. There were only a handful of us `` time travelers'' and it was no secret that I had the most boring, useless, and uneventful time slot to play in. Everyone else would be bragging of great battles they rigged, the technological advancements they made, or the faith and religions they were spreading to their people. As for me, well you can only watch so many natural disasters before they become mundane. 
 
 I walked into the dining room of Cody's house, where all our dinner parties are held, and put on a fake smile. `` Hey! Frank's here!'' said a man from across the room, gesturing me to come over and socialize. There were two other people standing there with the man who called to me when I walked into the room. `` Hello, Shane.'' I said to the man. `` Coleen, Michael.'' I said, smiling at the other two people standing with Shane. `` Guess what I did today, Frank.'' said Coleen, wasting no time in taunting me that her playground was better than mine. `` I invented the telephone.'' she finished before I could answer. *'' Alexander Graham Bell* invented the telephone, Coleen.'' Michael said. Everything was a competition with these guys. `` Of course he did.'' countered Coleen. `` But who do you think laid the foundation to get him there?'' she winked at Michael and popped an hors d'oeuvre into her mouth. 
 
 `` That's nothing. Michael, tell Frank what you did today!'' said Shane, smiling. `` Nah, it's not a big deal.'' said Michael. I knew he was lying. He could n't wait to tell me. `` Stop being modest, tell him!'' Frank encouraged him. `` Alright, alright. I've been working on this for a few years now, but I finally made it happen. I started the Great Crusades today. I almost gave up on it, but all I had to do was dress myself up as a priest, convince then I could talk to god, and tell them to kill everyone. It was quite simple, I gave them too much credit.'' 
 
 I rolled my eyes, I did n't really get the appeal of tricking people into slaughtering each other. Shane noticed I was unimpressed with Michael's story. `` So what did *you* do today, Frank?'' He asked. `` I do n't want to bore you, I can assure you it's not as exciting as what you guys did today.'' I countered sarcastically, while Michael smiled and Coleen flipped her hair. Shane was n't letting up, though. `` Today is April Fool's Day, Frank. I know you did something, you'd never miss an opportunity to pull a prank.'' 
 
 I smiled, Shane was right. I did like a good prank. `` You're right, although I did keep it on the smaller side this year.'' Suddenly I had the attention of my three peers. `` Well are you going to tell us or what?'' Coleen complained. `` Do n't get your hopes up.'' I said `` Like I said, it was just something small. I set my coordinates to random and ended up at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts in the year 1907. After wandering around for a bit I found my way into the Admissions office. Sitting on top of the secretary's desk was an acceptance letter addressed to someone named `` Adolf Hitler''. Well, I just changed some words around and changed the letter to a rejection letter.'' When I finished I realized the room had grown silent and everyone was staring at me.
