On the first day of time travel, I understood what hell was.
While others were bathing in divine grace, I was munching mice in the stinking ditch.
When the blonde girl's head was crushed by the metal arm, I touched the rusted altar.
"Do you hear that?" I hissed at the murderer, "Your rusty bones are singing!"
In excruciating pain, my fingertips began to peel away, revealing the crawling rust underneath.
And the mine that protected me behind me was collapsing under the rust of my new life.
