As we stand on a precipice between the dark bleakness of space and the millions of years of technological advancement behind us, I can feel the hair on the back of my neck begin to raise.

I know it to be true.

I am cursed.

Cursed by the 'manflu.'

By the Gods, I must find a way to cure this 'Sickness.'

I fear I must travel backwards in time to do so.

I must go back to the point hwere it all fell apart for me.

One name is ringing in my head.

Over and over again.


I'm going back to where this all began...