“oh no. what a shame..” you mutter sarcastically as your great-great-great-great-great-great grandson died. you realize immortality had completely desensitized you. you’re the biggest asshole that’s ever walked the earth.

a man grabs your shoulder, forcing you to look at him. you recognize him, but from where..

“it’s me. germany, 1940.” the man huffed in a husky german accent. he was a time traveler.

“you’re a bitch. and i’m gonna help you change that.”