Trauma

It had been seven years since the Great War, and over these past seven years not much had changed in the scope of humanity. The brunt of the war's costs was paid by mother Earth, stealing her fertility and leaving humans left with a wide barren wasteland. It would be too much to describe to you here how much has changed in the time of this writing, and I only may pray that once I step back I may divert the course of fate. What I will tell you is; that much of the oceans and seas have become deserts causing the air to be filled with constant clouds, and that rain water had become so acidic that one could compare the rush and fleeing from the rain that the local fauna did to that of the running from a newly erupt volcano's lava. The once grand cities of Earth now lay in rubble, most of which had been the primary targets in the war and that one who ventured too far into the rural lands was often met by wary and blood thirsty survivors.

I was charged with a great task, I had one the lottery many would say. That I was a savior, but in my eyes I was a only to be a martyr for a lost cause. To return to the point where it had all started, and to correct the err of mankind's way. But this task would not be simple, and it would send me further back than one could predict. Back to before the knowledge of nuclear physics was known, before antibacterial soap. Much further back.....

But I accepted said task, and took with me all that I could. Two friends, Josef and Uriko, came along bringing their skill sets to match mine. None of us three even could begin to imagine the journey ahead of us. The journey to 1776.