Hello all, I am back from a long stint in a Russian gulag
I was captured while using my time travel belt to check on ice age mosses growing in Siberia. After many long vodka sessions, interrupted by obsessive bouts of glove making, I managed to drink my captors into submission and escape. After arriving home I briefly toyed with the idea of traveling back to before I left and talk myself out of going. But then I realized I didn't want to argue with myself, I can be quite stubborn, So I left things as they were/are.
So be on the lookout for the obese maul wielding wanna-be mercenary running about trying to figure out where he is.
edit: The first version which was not well thought out and made no sense
