It was the end of time. A fracture in time, sending the entire world into zero-state. I was the only one who can stop it.
I failed.
The countermeasure, it was supposed to work - fixing the fracture, restore equilibrium to the timeline, not... this.
I can feel myself scattering. Not physically, because there is nothing left to scatter physically. My... consciousness, spreading across time, at first seconds, then minutes, then hours.
Desperately, I thought back to the message Martin Hatch left for me. He was a shifter, and I am going through the exact same process as him - first the sense of timelessness, then the upcoming pain that supposedly will happen.
And to hell was I going to torture myself going through it.
With renewed determination, I focused on my sense of self, and thought back to a single moment. A moment in time that I can latch on to, like Hatch did.
The sensations I got back was completely out of expectation. I expected the memories of myself, growing up in Atlanta, fighting in Laos, fucking senselessly in Thailand, and yet...
"...I used to be an adventurer like you... arrow to the knee..."
Countless streams of memories slammed into my immaterial consciousness, sending phantom headaches upon myself. The mismatch in memory did not escape my notice.
Amidst all this, I can feel whatever is left of myself flaying throughout the timestream, losing to the storm of time. If I want to latch onto a version of myself, probably best to do it before whatever pain Hatch warned me about starts...
No time to waste.
This started out as a quest on SV and SB, but the settings are so obscure that no one was really interested. So here it is, in story format.