Ah, the summer of '78! I found myself wandering the streets of ancient Rome, trying to decipher why everyone was so obsessed with togas. Little did I know I was stepping into the shoes of a famous philosopher—branded as "The Unknown Sage" because of my uncanny ability to sip wine while philosophizing about the color of the sky. Ever tried it during a thunderstorm?
Mystic Sorrows might tell you.
Fast forward to mid-19th century England—Victorian tea parties were actually cover-ups for knitting espionage. Yes, I said espionage. Everyone's knitting patterns held secret messages! I became quite the woolen codebreaker and inadvertently sparked the first "Knitting Detective Agency". What does codebreakers and knitters have in common? A love for strange patterns.
Whimsical Tales await you.
Then there was that bizarre Halloween in 2025 when I accidentally time-traveled to the future. The world was upside down, literally—a side-effects of gravity cancellation devices. I stumbled across an intergalactic rave under a rainbow city, where the drinks were as colorful as the lights. Turns out, humans never stopped loving a good party, even in zero gravity!
Future Antics might give you a laugh.