• The Man brushed back what little grayed hair he had left and wiped his brow free of the sweat he had accumilated over ten years of hard, enduring work. But at last, he was done. No longer could those idiotic scientists at the Accademy call him the "Bumbling half-wit old coot whose mind was filled with useless ideas." What did they know? Those damn youngins. He could still feel his blood boil when recalling the incident in which they ridiculed his theory of time-travel. "Absurd!" they jeered. But know he would show, no prove just how wrong they were and force an apology from their lifeless corpses. Ten years of his life had gone toward completing this miraculous device. And the first test trial? To use it as his scapegoat in the massacre of most foul perfection.....(This is where i ran out of paper sweatdrop ....but feel free to add on to it!)