You open your eyes.
Everything around you seems different. Technology is less advanced, everyone seems happy, the good guys are winning the war on terror.
Your suspicions are correct, it's the year 2006, one of the best times to be alive. So many thoughts begin to race through your head. Should you tell someone else you're from the future? Is it too early to invest in doge coin? Maybe you could start a plan to save Paul Walker.

Perhaps you could make calculated changes to who you are as a person and take all the chances you missed out on, but what if that changes your outcome and you lose the loved ones that made you happy before? Those were unique people that collided with your own path amongst the chaos of the universe. Is it selfish to sacrifice their happiness, or invalidate their decisions as people for your own personal gain?

Before you come to any conclusion you hear what sounds like your Stepdad on a Friday night if he guzzled rusted nails and smoked 3 packs of cigarettes.
"Come in Delta team! Can anyone read me? Are there any Cogs left out there?"

You're not crazy, that sounded like a disgruntled voice coming from your zipper pouch of CDs and DVDs. You carefully unzip the pouch and start to shuffle through your collection. You pass by your copies of movies like Fight Club, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Donnie Darko. You get to your section of Xbox 360 games, and when you pass by Viva Pinata you hear a rugged voice.
"Down hear soldier!" shouts a familiar voice.Looking down at your collection, sharing the same slip as viva Pinata is critically acclaimed brand new third person shooter: Gears of War. On the cover of the disc moving and talking Marcus Fenix.

"Listen closely Cog. Craps hit the friggin fan, and I got no reinforcements on this side of Jacinto City." Marcus says fearsomely as he revs his lancer chainsaw. "Can I count on you to get In here and squash some bugs"

You're starting to sweat. You would never have thought that Marcus friggin Fenix is talking to you of all people. Before you can answer, the disk returns to normal.

Quickly you push the game into your day one Xbox 360 and grab your sticks. Your hands start to sweat as you watch the original 360 logo swoosh by. You slam your finger on the A button, launching Gears of War. As the guitar riffs fill your bedroom you feel pure ecstacy rush through your veins. This truly is the best time to be alive. The lines between reality begin to fade away leaving only Gears. Gaming has peaked and there will never be a better game after November 7th, 2006. You close your eyes.

You open your eyes. You are sitting at your desk playing CSGO in the year 2021. The death screen loomes over you as text continues to fill the bottom left of your screen. The other team just rushed B for the thirteenth round in a row. They are now filling the chat with "GB2G" and "Go back to Gears". You close your eyes and prey to some kind of god, perhaps Marcus himself. You pray to Go Back to Gears.