Howdy folks! Long time no see huh? Well, I didn’t want to let the site run dry, so I’m trying something different today. I periodically have ideas for media that I likely lack the skill level to fully implement at the moment. We all do, but the worst thing you can do just walk away from them. At least try to document them in someway. Otherwise, they rot (plus it’s the first step to making something of them anyway).

So that being said, I’m presenting the rough opening narration of a story I’m tentatively calling “The Tomorrow Men” (Yeah, yeah, no relation to the Marvel story). The premise is as follows:

A group of researchers loosen the lid on the Pandora’s Box that is time travel, only to have it immediately implode and fray the space time continuum. There is no more collective future, only the erratic time streams spawned from the resulting miasma. It’s a temporal brown out and the eponymous Tomorrow Men travel and close these errant streams to keep it from becoming a BLACK out. The Tomorrow Men: saving the future one day at a time….

Enjoy!

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Your future doesn’t exist…

…not as you envision it, at least. It did once, and hopefully it will again someday. But it doesn’t right now.

And for that, we’re truly sorry. At some point in the future that once was, my teammates and I created a time travel device. Now I know what you’re thinking. We didn’t wreck the future with it – we didn’t get a chance to. No sooner than the device booted up and got its bearings, all chaos broke loose.

Buildings, cities, oceans, and eventually the fabric of time and space itself tore away. All of the futures that could be and all of the pasts that never were coalesced into one entity in front of us. Everything we knew was gone. Yet there we were, floating in the nothingness that remained.

We began to suspect that we had some cause-effect relationship with this thing and that this was the reason it hadn’t swallowed us as well. To make a bad situation worse, we could feel every new temporal stream that drew its power from the miasma and every being that controls them. Like a sick joke, this ball of contradiction hung where our own sun once stood, reminding us of all the tomorrows that may never come. These beings were burning our collective future to fuel their own. Unchecked, we really wouldn’t have a future after all.

But all hope isn’t lost. Our connection to this miasma, and the other time streams gives us the power to do something about it. We WILL cut off these streams and rebuild the future we unknowingly put in jeopardy.

We owe you that much….