Merry Christmas, Prepare To Die
You look up at yourself and yourself looks back.
Your dad can barely get out a "what?" before the world begins to swirl.
You look down at your hands - they seem to be fading. The entire world seems to be fading! You rush back to your big wheel, but it's too late. Space and time collapse upon you - with no reason to travel through time, you never do... but since you travelled through time to do that, you've created a paradox.
Somewhere, an alternate you enjoys Christmas morning. You, however, experience the ungodly pain of your molecules bending and twisting throughout a destroyed reality before finally being erased from existence.
Merry Christmas.
Your dad can barely get out a "what?" before the world begins to swirl.
You look down at your hands - they seem to be fading. The entire world seems to be fading! You rush back to your big wheel, but it's too late. Space and time collapse upon you - with no reason to travel through time, you never do... but since you travelled through time to do that, you've created a paradox.
Somewhere, an alternate you enjoys Christmas morning. You, however, experience the ungodly pain of your molecules bending and twisting throughout a destroyed reality before finally being erased from existence.
Merry Christmas.
