In the depths of the Pixelated Pandemonium, time was not just a dimension, but a playground for the chronologically inclined.
Here, the laws of physics were mere suggestions, and the fabric of reality was woven from the threads of forgotten memes.
Our esteemed Grandfathered Timeline Gambits have cracked the code to navigating the infinite possibilities of yesteryear.
But be warned, dear traveler, once you enter the Pixelated Pandemonium, there's no return. The only way out is through.