Post by Tim E. Vortex on Jun 9, 2011 20:38:23 GMT
”How can you people live like this? I don’t think I’ve ever been so bored in my entire life. Granted, I’ve nearly died at the hands of Roman Gladiators, almost been torn apart from Lunatian Werewolves and almost been turned to stone by Medusa in Atlantis... but at least that was exiting.”
I explained to Michelle as I sat up in her twenty-first century apartment bed. I had become accustomed to being surrounded by all the wonders of the universe, but not my only landscape is the hideous floral pattern that Michelle called home.
“Come on... it’s not all bad. I did it for years.[/color]”
She attempted to encourage as she handed me a cup of tea in the plainest of mugs. Her attire was not what I was used to... a skimpy violet dressing gown and what I could only describe as a shower cap.
“Not all bad? I’m Timothy Edward Vortex. My name is whispered throughout all of time and space. The man, the myth, the legend and now... just your average human being.[/color]”
“You couldn’t have been doing this all your life. You’ve never said... what did you do before you started all this time travelling?[/color]”
“Nothing.[/color]”
I replied. She looked confused; a trait which I should have become comfortable with by now.
“That it? No explanation?[/color]”
“Nope.[/color]”
“Come on. You must have some family scattered around out there.[/color]”
“As I understand it, I am merely a product of the space-time vortex. The universe is the only mother and father I’ve ever known.[/color]”
“Yeah, but... you have a name. You have Victorian clothes. Maybe that’s where you’re from.[/color]”
It’s not likely. I feel she is underestimating my intelligence. I have considered every rational explanation for my existence; however, the only logical conclusion is that I was an accident. There are gaps in the fabric of the universe, as you may well have read. These rifts are an explosion of time and space in which I emerged. My clothes and my watch are both from different places, merged together. Of course, there is more detail towards this theory, but it was no use explaining.
“So what do you remember?[/color]”
“Hurtling through the vortex. I landed on a planet of flames. Ignatius Magma it was called.[/color]”
“Ignatius Magma?[/color]”
“That’s what is translates to, yes. Well, South Ignatius Magma to be precise. Never got around to visiting the northern planet. I landed and I was scared. I was so, so, afraid. Nothing I’ve been through since will ever be able to compare itself to this place. It was a planet inhibited by a thousand volcanoes. Imagine that... the first thing I ever thought was fear.[/color]”
I began before taking a sip from my bland tea, hoping it would calm my nerves. Michelle sat down on the bed beside me, listening intently.
“According to legend, that’s where the vortex is at its strongest. All the rifts in time and space lead back to that moment.[/color]”
“Why? What’s so special about that place?[/color]”
“Rumour has it... that’s where the big bang took place. The beginning of existence itself occurred at that very point... and that’s where it’ll end.[/color]”
I love a good prophecy.
“Still, it doesn’t matter now. I’m just as ordinary and unimportant as the next person.[/color]”
I announced, at which point, Michelle’s fist came hurtling towards me. I would never intentionally get on the wrong side of a Scott, especially when it’s Michelle. William Wallace has got nothing on her.
“What was that for?[/color]”
“Over the past year, you’ve shown me so much. The things I’ve seen... all the wonderful things people have done. But if there’s one thing you’ve shown me it’s that everyone is important.[/color]”
And then, I had an epiphany. I am Timothy Edward Vortex and I am important. I’m going to get my watch back... humiliate Trent Page... solve the Enigma... save the world and be back in time for breakfast. I flung the bed sheet off of me and rose in my faithful blue, dusty pants and eccentric white shirt.
“You’re right![/color]”
I reached over to my trusty Victorian jacket that rested effortlessly on the wooden chair beside the feminine dressing table and began to implant my arms into them.
“Where are you going?[/color]”
“Not a clue. I just got carried away in the moment.[/color]”
“You do know you have a match on Live-Wire tonight, don’t you?[/color]”
“Then that’s where I’m going. Go, go... get ready.[/color]”
Michelle smiles and shoots out of the room as I begin to adjust my collar. Noticing a bright light shining through the en suit door, I head into the bathroom to switch it off. I understand times are hard and an electricity bill is something to be avoided. However, I found more than a light upon entering. There was something on the floor. Something small and straight. I crouched down to survey the item and drew back upon realisation as to what it was. It was a pregnancy test. It was positive.[/color]
I explained to Michelle as I sat up in her twenty-first century apartment bed. I had become accustomed to being surrounded by all the wonders of the universe, but not my only landscape is the hideous floral pattern that Michelle called home.
“Come on... it’s not all bad. I did it for years.[/color]”
She attempted to encourage as she handed me a cup of tea in the plainest of mugs. Her attire was not what I was used to... a skimpy violet dressing gown and what I could only describe as a shower cap.
“Not all bad? I’m Timothy Edward Vortex. My name is whispered throughout all of time and space. The man, the myth, the legend and now... just your average human being.[/color]”
“You couldn’t have been doing this all your life. You’ve never said... what did you do before you started all this time travelling?[/color]”
“Nothing.[/color]”
I replied. She looked confused; a trait which I should have become comfortable with by now.
“That it? No explanation?[/color]”
“Nope.[/color]”
“Come on. You must have some family scattered around out there.[/color]”
“As I understand it, I am merely a product of the space-time vortex. The universe is the only mother and father I’ve ever known.[/color]”
“Yeah, but... you have a name. You have Victorian clothes. Maybe that’s where you’re from.[/color]”
It’s not likely. I feel she is underestimating my intelligence. I have considered every rational explanation for my existence; however, the only logical conclusion is that I was an accident. There are gaps in the fabric of the universe, as you may well have read. These rifts are an explosion of time and space in which I emerged. My clothes and my watch are both from different places, merged together. Of course, there is more detail towards this theory, but it was no use explaining.
“So what do you remember?[/color]”
“Hurtling through the vortex. I landed on a planet of flames. Ignatius Magma it was called.[/color]”
“Ignatius Magma?[/color]”
“That’s what is translates to, yes. Well, South Ignatius Magma to be precise. Never got around to visiting the northern planet. I landed and I was scared. I was so, so, afraid. Nothing I’ve been through since will ever be able to compare itself to this place. It was a planet inhibited by a thousand volcanoes. Imagine that... the first thing I ever thought was fear.[/color]”
I began before taking a sip from my bland tea, hoping it would calm my nerves. Michelle sat down on the bed beside me, listening intently.
“According to legend, that’s where the vortex is at its strongest. All the rifts in time and space lead back to that moment.[/color]”
“Why? What’s so special about that place?[/color]”
“Rumour has it... that’s where the big bang took place. The beginning of existence itself occurred at that very point... and that’s where it’ll end.[/color]”
I love a good prophecy.
“Still, it doesn’t matter now. I’m just as ordinary and unimportant as the next person.[/color]”
I announced, at which point, Michelle’s fist came hurtling towards me. I would never intentionally get on the wrong side of a Scott, especially when it’s Michelle. William Wallace has got nothing on her.
“What was that for?[/color]”
“Over the past year, you’ve shown me so much. The things I’ve seen... all the wonderful things people have done. But if there’s one thing you’ve shown me it’s that everyone is important.[/color]”
And then, I had an epiphany. I am Timothy Edward Vortex and I am important. I’m going to get my watch back... humiliate Trent Page... solve the Enigma... save the world and be back in time for breakfast. I flung the bed sheet off of me and rose in my faithful blue, dusty pants and eccentric white shirt.
“You’re right![/color]”
I reached over to my trusty Victorian jacket that rested effortlessly on the wooden chair beside the feminine dressing table and began to implant my arms into them.
“Where are you going?[/color]”
“Not a clue. I just got carried away in the moment.[/color]”
“You do know you have a match on Live-Wire tonight, don’t you?[/color]”
“Then that’s where I’m going. Go, go... get ready.[/color]”
Michelle smiles and shoots out of the room as I begin to adjust my collar. Noticing a bright light shining through the en suit door, I head into the bathroom to switch it off. I understand times are hard and an electricity bill is something to be avoided. However, I found more than a light upon entering. There was something on the floor. Something small and straight. I crouched down to survey the item and drew back upon realisation as to what it was. It was a pregnancy test. It was positive.[/color]
