Hello, my name is Matthew, and this is the story of how I started Sliding through the Multiverse. It's a very long story, so I may as well get started.

It all started in the summer of 2005, I was wandering down the street in front of my parents' house when I happened upon an abandoned DeLorean. Yes, an abandoned DeLorean. One of THE MOST valuable collector cars ever made. It had all the stuff the DeLorean in Back to the Future Part II had, including the Mr. Fusion! I knew I was too young to drive (I was only nine), but I got inside anyway just to check it out. Everything inside looked as if it hadn't been touched in years. I opened the glove box and out popped a envelope with no name, no return address, nothing printed on the front. Against my better judgment, I opened the envelope. Inside were the keys and a letter that read as follows:

To whom it may concern, I, the creator of this vehicle, am so sorry for all I have done. I should have never made this accursed car in the first place. It has caused me nothing but trouble. If you decide to drive it, may God have mercy on your soul.

The letter was very mysterious, but I disregarded what it said and put the key in the ignition. My first mistake. As soon as the engine roared to life, colors of all kinds swirled around the outside, and the car felt like it was floating. Shockwaves bathed the inside of the car in green light, and my entire body felt strange. Imagine the strangest feeling you've ever felt times a million. All of a sudden, the colors stopped and all I could see out of the windows was sky. I opened the door. My second mistake. I instantly dropped about twelve feet, I thought I was doomed, but I managed to land on top of a man with very large hair. I blacked out immediately.