INTRODUCTION Your name is TRIKKY JENKIN. ... What the actual hell is this? You are sitting alone in the middle of a room in a ruined bunker called SYSTEM BLOCK, which is lost somewhere in the wasteland of a planet once known as ALTERNIA. There's no lights, most of the things in the building are broken and withered, and only an OLD LAPTOP with a flickering screen allows your DOOMED TIMELINE to have any connection with other places and times. You hear a distant sound of something crashing onto the floor. Usual thing, considering the place is DETERIORATING. Still, you pick up the LAPTOP and follow the sound. Dark corridors and wind surround you all the way to another big room. You don't see anything suspicious among the TRASHED ROOM. However, there's a FALLEN BOOKSHELF in the corner of the room, that was probably the reason for the sound. You sit on the edge of the laying furniture piece and open the TROLLIAN. Everyone is offline. You open up the active memos. After a few minutes a LIST is opened. There are a few memos from your team, and a few new ones, from timelines beyond. You open up the biggest one and watch some chaos unfold. It makes you feel BETTER. As you watch the screen, you notice a faint glow from under the broken shelf you sit on. You get up and reach under. You pull out a SMALL FLASH DRIVE. Someone's sending you random shit again, damn LORDS. You plug in the drive and after another few minutes your LAPTOP shows another app - Chittr. ... What the actual hell is this? You open the said app, and a new medium of connection is established now.