It started like any other Tuesday, but then you woke up in 1952, wearing a fedora and a trench coat. Your great-grandfather, the renowned Time Traveler's Guild Master, had left you a cryptic message on the fridge:
Meet me at the old oak tree in Central Park at midnight.
You had just enough time to grab your fedora and head to the park, where you found your great-grandfather, looking dashing in his own fedora, sipping on a fine cigar.
"Timey wimey business," he said, "we have a crisis on our hands."
He led you to a strange device that looked like a toaster, but with more dials and wires. It was a Timey Wimey Time Machine.
"This is the Chrono Crisis," he explained. "It's a time paradox that's threatening to unravel the very fabric of our timeline."
You knew you had to act fast, so you set the machine to 1969, the year of love, peace, and protest.
But, as you activated the machine, you felt a strange sensation... like you were being pulled apart and put back together again, but with a few loose threads.
Threadbare Terror: The Unraveling