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| - I woke up today and looked out my window, hoping to see some change, hoping that the nightmare I've been living in since almost before I could remember was just that, a simple nightmare. Yet no such luck. I look out the window every morning but the only change is the amount of oil fires and how many of the savages are roaming the streets. My name is Taimu Toraberu, at least it is now. Ever since the Japanese invaded I've taken upon this name, meaning time travel in Japanese. My real name is Rex Jackson. When the Japanese conquered us, they forced us all to take upon Japanese names.
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| - I woke up today and looked out my window, hoping to see some change, hoping that the nightmare I've been living in since almost before I could remember was just that, a simple nightmare. Yet no such luck. I look out the window every morning but the only change is the amount of oil fires and how many of the savages are roaming the streets. My name is Taimu Toraberu, at least it is now. Ever since the Japanese invaded I've taken upon this name, meaning time travel in Japanese. My real name is Rex Jackson. When the Japanese conquered us, they forced us all to take upon Japanese names. Anyways, I opened my secret hangar under my ravaged house to get to my working area. Though the rest of America was rendered destroyed and primitive, I, being the son of a genius, continued technological studies in order to one day defeat the Japanese. I have made a succesful jetpack, a seemingly magic pouch that can materialize grenades from my almost limitless supply in my weapons room into my hand, a laser gun, a virtually indestructible sword, and others. But all of these would prove worthless, the tyranic Japanese couldn't be defeated in my time. But at the beginning of the war, they were much weaker. I decided that if I could just get into the past, then I'd be able to stop this dark reality from its roots. I've begun work on a time machine. So far, I have finished the energy core with power that rivals Alpha Centuari's. I keep it stable by freezing it in liquid nitrogen, as a simple repulse from it could wipe America off the face of the Earth. I'm also working on the machine that can harness the mini-star's power and concentrate it, reversing the globe's spin and altogether bending time. From that time bend I can jump through the portal, sending me years before in the same location. However, the time machine is still under work, and from this point it looks like if it does work, I'll only be allowed to stay for six months until I bleep out of existence. After twiddling with it for a minute, I put on my jumpsuit, grabbed my laser blaster, put on my grenade pouch and jetpack, then got ready to go wipe out some Japanese officials. I jumped through my window and deployed my jetpack, silently soaring down to the ground. I paused to listen, trying to hear for sounds of life. I only heard scuttering and scutteling, probably just rats and roaches. I continued to creep around the side of the building, peering for other people. I saw one Japanese official, holding a baton and standing watch at a broken lamp post. I cocked my laser gun and aimed. I decided to scare him first before I killed him, since an instant death was no fun to watch. I shot the base of the lamp post in an angle just right for the post to come crashing down on him. Just as I thought, I hit my mark flawlessly. The lamp post crashed down on the unaware official's legs, instantly breaking them. I laughed as he wailed in pain, unable to move from the weight of the lamp. I slowly approached the position of my victim, managing to hide my smile. Once I reached him, I grinned at his smiling face and said one word, "おやすみ" (Oyasumi), meaning "Good night in Japanese. I then grabbed a grenade from my pouch and uncapped it. My grenades are pre-designed to only explode after five seconds, so I dropped it next to the official's face and then took off in my jetpack, laughing at the explosion and the death of another Jap.
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