So its a Sunday morning, after a heavy night of drinking the local beverage, usually a concoction of local fermented seasonal fruit (blueberry being a favourite)a variety of mushrooms and that extra special ingredient added by the tribal Shaman. You spend the night dancing around the fire, in a stone circle, chanting and experiencing tribal genetic memory and the occasional glimpse into the future. Don't deny it, we've all been there.
You decide to take your pet mammoth for a walk, to clear your head and just when you are least expecting it you are in the middle of an ice-storm, frozen solid for 60,000 years, until a team of archaeologists find you and thaw you out, thrusting you and your pet mammoth into this modern world of wonders.
Chapter 1: Bombardment - "What About Me?"
by whataboutme
