Your name is Miles, and you're in the middle of The American Revolution. You're on the side of the French, and are Lafayette's right hand man... Only... You just found out he was secretly a Mystic. A centaur to be specific. He is too busy trotting away from several technologically advanced Brits to take his 'Make yourself look normal' pills. "GET AWAY, YOU DAMN REDCOATS!!!" He screams out as he goes into a canter, then a fullass gallop. "I'M NOT DYING TODAYYYY!!!"