Just to another time you understand. Here's the proposition.
You're being given a choice. Shot at dawn, or a one way ticket in a time machine.
Where do you go? And how far back do you travel to eke out the rest of your days? I should stipulate that you won't have the ability to change history in any way, shape or form, simply live out your days.
My own choice would be Hollywood in the twenties, as the motion picture industry was taking shape, and I might even get to meet my hero, Buster Keaton.
Knowing my luck, I'd probably end up in Chicago, 1930, and run into fellow time traveller Bob, running down the street waving Al Capone's tax returns.
Would you Adam and Eve it?!
You're being given a choice. Shot at dawn, or a one way ticket in a time machine.
Where do you go? And how far back do you travel to eke out the rest of your days? I should stipulate that you won't have the ability to change history in any way, shape or form, simply live out your days.
My own choice would be Hollywood in the twenties, as the motion picture industry was taking shape, and I might even get to meet my hero, Buster Keaton.
Knowing my luck, I'd probably end up in Chicago, 1930, and run into fellow time traveller Bob, running down the street waving Al Capone's tax returns.
Would you Adam and Eve it?!