[ WP ] You have the ability to time travel . You use your power to win Scrabble games by jumping back to the past and creating words .

`` Those two blanks are `` z''. 
 `` So... Zyzzyva?'' 
 
 `` Sure. It's a word.'' I smirk triumphantly as I put down the tiles for my triple-word-score word, putting me 64 points ahead of the other players dumbfounded at my success. 
 David, my father and our scrabble group's dictionary holder, gives a sigh. `` It's a word,'' he reluctantly admits, `` a small weevil apparently.'' 
 I pick out the last seven tiles of the game - K, W, Y, J, B, I, O - and give an inward groan. Messing with time like this gives me such a headache. 
 
 At first I'd only add small words. Qi, zi, zu - idiotic point earners because I used to be terrible at scrabble. My dad's a two time champion of the North American Scrabble Championship, and damned if he'd let his kid grow up as a disappointment. But I was a disappointment, I won only once every dozen games but that got me hooked. I dropped out of university to play more often, and since I was failing my physics degree I did n't care anyway. But I was terrible, and my vocabulary was too. That gave me an idea. 
 
 So, with a microwave with no door, a cell phone and a TV, I created a time machine - quite by accident, but that's irrelevant. Future gadget no. 8 I called it, now 1-7 being stupid things I'd made with a university friend and computer hacker. 
 
 And, with a bunch of made up words, I began winning matches. People would accuse me of cheating, but of course they were all there in the dictionary. My dad stopped thinking of me as a disappointment after that and if I had to cheat to make my dad look favourably on me, it was worth it. Besides, what's the harm? 
 
 `` Excuse me,'' I tell the group around the table as I head into the kitchen. Setting the microwave to 120 seconds, I enter the letters onto my phone. 
 
 `` Kwyjibo.'' 
 `` Kwyjibo?!'' 
 
 I smile smugly as I lay down the last tiles of the game. David, my father and our group's dictionary holder, sighs as he relates that a Kwyjibo is a big, dumb, balding North American ape with no chin. 
 The rest throw down their tiles. I've won the game.
