your coworker, sipping his morning Monster Energy™, asks you, "how do German gamers say good afternoon?" you can hear your fingernails growing. he blurts out, nearly laughing, "GamerTag!" you black out. the smell of copper burns your nose. blue and red lights flashing. the walls stained maroon.
You ask yourself why the vessel you're riding to the moon has a fusion drive and enough fuel to cross the galaxy. Must be just in case. You feel gravity begin to take hold again. The ship is accelerating. The trip should be an easy 3 days, but you don't stop. You keep going and going for 9 months. The gravity remained steady for the entire time. One day your ship begins to land. You get out and a person greets you in a strange language. You ask what year it is, they are holding up a device you've never seen before that appears to have Goolge Translate open. The year is 171201.
if I could go back to 2008 with the knowledge I have now I completely believe that my life wouldn't be so shitty as it is in 2022
oh yeah, not only would I have gotten my transition on the go earlier, but I'd also be worshipped as an oracle by a small, devoted sect of twunks wearing loose silk garments & pouring honey into my mouth
You could also just buy bitcoin early on then sell it before it crashes.
Your manager doesn't care as long as you hit your quota on used game warranties
