35 Years Ago:

Narrator: Hi! Hey, welcome back! I haven't seen you guys for a long time! Man, it's so good to see you all! Now, our story continues as-

"Rejoice, Death is not the end!" A distant voice called. Who said that?!

Through the woods, there was a camp with the black flags waving a gold symbol with the slithering snake making an X-mark over the circle drawn. There were wooden houses forming a circle all around the town square with a crowd gathering in front of the stage. The people were all wearing masks while watching the priest standing proudly on the wooden stage...more proudly than a wilted tree behind the stage, hunched over slightly. A young blue-furred teenage boy was screaming in pain from the machine he was strapped in.

Electricity was running through his veins as the young boy tried to struggle out of it but his body went limp.

"The Outsider must be punished for denying the whispers and influencing one of our own against us!" the priest spoke grandly. "He will pay for his sins!"

Narrator: ”Oh...uh, we're torturing somebody now? Where's Guy and Sam in this-? Oh, wait a minute, we're-oh, we're in the past now. Oh! Okay, uh...let's, uh, not-“