Well, it's Christmas here. And I see...I never made it back to fill in the gaps in the ten years I've been gone.

Nothing is the same, nothing.

And if you think your world is going to be unchanged, think a little harder. A little harder with a multitude of large explosions thrown in.

We're hanging on, us Americans. But only by a thread, and only by pure luck. It won't be long until we're all dead, some say, but I know better. Because a version of myself from 2025 happened past me in the market and told me something.

Something I can't tell anyone but myself, when I'm from 2025.

The game is changed, Americans. And I'm trying my best to play it in the only way I know how.

To win.