YhaY: Judgment Day

After three or four hours of walking in the sewers, the group decided it was best to rest for the night. They gathered around a small make-shift bonfire made from spewn junk and incendiary bullets.

"I am aware of the fact that we know each other's names," Said Faustin "but we have not yet had a proper introduction."

"I suppose that would be priority number zero." Admitted Gasman "We should go in order of union to this little party, so go ahead, start it off."

Faustin adjusted his top hat and monocle, and started spinning his rapier in circles as he spoke. "Well, as you already know, my name is Sir Faustin, I am a British noble and general, I was born in London into an aristocratic family. I was enjoying a good cup of tea with a friend of mine one stormy night, when we both put our cups down at some manner of loud rumbling, my memory, from that point on, is a blur. The next thing I am able to recall is waking up in these sewers, and finding myself confronted by two small horses who, apparently, wanted to hold me ransom to some other small horse. Since we find that we are from different epochs, I consider it relevant to add that I was brought here from the eighteen hundred and ninth year of our lord."

Pitka was the next to speak up. "My name is Johan Pitka, I am an Estonian commander from the year 1944 A.D. I was retreating from a battle against the Soviet forces when my squad and I were struck by a red lightning bolt. I woke up by myself in a sewer, where I started wandering to find an exit. Eventually, I came upon a man who was making head cheese out of two horses with his rapier."

Alexander spoke through his suit's microphone. "I am Alexander, but people call me "The General". I was born in Armenia. I was testing a space vessel for NASA --A space exploration agency, for those of you from the past-- in the year 2031, when the vessel was struck by a red Sprite lightning. I awoke sorrounded by sewage water, that's when these two-" He said pointing at Pitka and Faustin "- helped me up and allowed me to accompany them."

The man with the gasmask spoke next "Name's Gasman, I punish those who dare break the law. As for my background and what I was doing when I was struck... I'm from the year 2044, that's all you need to know. I awoke in an alleyway, further in which I found one of those horses holding a knife to a filly's throat, and using threats of violence to make another horse do his bidding. My natural rage overcame my initial schock, and.... well," He held up his fist, still covered in blood."Bad things happened to 'im. I was heading down the sewer to dispose of the.... aftermath, if you will, when I found you three. Hungry for answers myself, I decided to join ya'."

And then there was him.

Pitka, Faustin, Alexander and Gasman all turned to the man in the koala suit.

"I plead the fifth." Was all he said

"I don't think the fifth applies here" Gasman, couldn't believe he was stuck with this chucklefuck. "We already know that we found you floating around amongst sewage and shit. All we need to know is what year you're from."

"I am from the year Yo Momma B.S"

"Really? Yo momma jokes?" Gasman looked at him dead in the eyes. Well, the eyes of his koala suit, his weird, ridiculous koala suit.

"You know what?" Said Pitka "I'm not even gonna bother, I'm just going to assume that in whatever year you're from, the mental asylum hasn't been invented."

Dropbearius merely gave out a meek chuckle muffled by his koala suit. "I can tell this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship!"

A.C 1541 - Everfree forest

It was night time already, Harold and the others had decided to make the crashed spaceship their main base for the time being. Harold himself had gone into the woods to find something worth eating, while Pat had gone to chop off some wood for the bonfire.

Apollo and Johann sat on top of the ship, their legs dangling off the side. Johann was spinning his gun in his hand, while Apollo was using his neural CPU to play an indie horror game from the 21st century about a deadly pizza parlor, from time to time letting a small gasp out and muttering something about a fox. The atmosphere was awkward and uncomfortable for both of them, so it was only a matter of time until one of them broke it.

"Apollo, you are German, are you not?" Asked Johann.

"Huh?" Apollo, quickly closed the game in his mind. "Yeah, I'm German, what about it?"

"Vy do you hold so much hatred towards nazis? You're from ze distant future, right? Aren't ve remembered as ze strongest army of history?"

Apollo scrunched his nose "No, if anything, you are remembered for being the most hated political party in history, even modern day Germany is ashamed to have hosted you."

Johann looked down on the ground with a melancholic look on his face.

"Ve lose the var, don't ve?"

"Take a wild guess."

There was another broad span of awkward silence, until Johann spoke up again.

"If I am to be honest viz you, I doubted Hitler from ze very beginning. I needed ze money, and ze nazi army was ze best solution at ze time. I'm not quite sure yet if I regret vat I've done to ze jews, but zat's vy I'm asking you. You've got historians in ze future, right? Vere ze jews really behind ze crisis, ze loss of the first great var, or vere zey trying to vipe out the arians at all?"

Apollo looked at Johann with a look that wasn't sure if it wanted to be one of simpathy or disgust.

"No, no, and no. Hitler lied about all that, the jews had done nothing bad."

Johann closed his eyes and let his body fall back into the cold metal coating of the spaceship.

"I vas afraid you vould say zat."

Harold dragged the body of a dead, massive beast through the dirt of the forest. All was (relatively) well and good, until he heard an active rumbling from a nearby bush. He was about to draw his sword, but stopped himself when all he saw was a towheaded animal-woman looking at him with eyes full of curiosity.

"Begone, poor soul," He said sympatheticaly. "There is nothing I can do for thee."

He stopped in his tracks yet again, when from the same bush, emerged a pony with a white coat and blonde mane. The pony ran straight for the woman, but was stopped when he bumped into Harold's left boot.

Before the pony could react, Harold swung around, caught him by the throat, and lifted him from the floor.

"Huzzah! Another one! The others will be pleased!"