(submitted by: @Anonymous)
For disaster tourism? 79AD. Vesuvius. Because if Mother Nature must murder her children, there should be witnesses.
For fanboy shit? 1600AD. London. Just to watch Hamlet come together.
For reliving my youth? 1988AD. America. I’d like to feel that air again. Smell the girls’ perfumes floating upon it again. Hear Need You Tonight for the first time again, and look for the moment where I chose to grow, but not far enough.
For delivering a frantic apocalyptic message from the future in a last-ditch bid to save the past? 1980AD. America. I’d insist the CIA acquire Lee Atwater, Rupert Murdoch, and the parents of Mark Zuckerberg for indefinite detention at Area 51.
For pure hedonism? 1973AD. America. The music was great, the drugs were better, the girls were easy, and a motivated man could get away with almost anything.