As for me, I’m the sentry for the Underworld. “Here you are in the Mall of our nation’s fine capital, taking in the sights, visiting the monuments! Face it.
Oh cool, the history museum! I think I’ll stop in before I go to the Washington Monument.Ĭrap, it’s a zombie mummy! …Wait, this one can talk? I mean, we would have reverse-engineered the shit out of that alien tech after we got rid of them, so we should have all sorts of awesome stuff seventy years in the future.
It sounds better than my first idea, at least. Maybe the g-man dumped me here for whatever crazy test he wanted me to perform. I mean, nothing says they have to be completely alien, just that discovering something this similar on accident is statistically improbable. I mean, we were working on interacting with alternate dimensions back in New Mexico. It’s like I’m in America, but not really. The flag’s wrong, the names are wrong, the technology is screwy as hell, but that was the Smithsonian and the Capitol building is still right over there. Alright, so I’ve got no idea what the hell is going on.
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