Many thanks to all the wonderful people at Southern Exposure and Alison Smith, who made all of this possible.

And that's how we did all of it! Hooray! End of Praxis!

Wait, aw hell, that's the four dimensional timey-wimey morkorian driver acting up again...
Let's get this working...Where's the "Beginning."

Hello, this is SunMonkey and DuckBear speaking. We grew up in the late 2480s in the Democratic People's Republic of NorCal. Not too nice in those days, a bit too much thoughtcrime, messed up stuff like that, a big no no. Thankfully, the Resistance (and, trust us, in ever sector of time, it's always called the resistance) was working on something big. Something time related, something quadratically dimensional and ever so germane. To get us out of the hellhole of San Francisco in the 2480s, they built a fleet of time machines from spare parts stolen from the government's stockhouses around the city. The Resistance built enough time machines to transport most of their members out of those years, ending up all around the spectrum of time and space.

Our machine, our lifeboat out of Orwellian hell, was the Model Two: Spacebendy Anti-Linear Wormhole Powered Particle Diffuser (With a Coil!) This trusty vessel was easily flown from the eighties all the way to the twenty first century, a time that looked like the stone age to our future eyes. After a few simple repairs in Southern Exposure we were ready to travel again. Unfortunately, we were also penniless. A plan hatched in our eyes: Tourism! We could give the population tours through time! But that would be stupid, we had no other way to create a new time machine, and if the tourist messed up just one circuit, we would be without a way out of 2011. Instead, we figured that we could just find bits and pieces of time, artifacts, take a few pictures, use our powers of prediction, and make a few bucks while we were at it to live for a while in San Francisco, the town we grew up in, looking at a better and brighter time, and for an even better one to relax and work in.

We fashioned signs for our time machine, showing our wares: Predictions for ten cents a piece, photographs of other times for twenty five cents a piece, and artifacts for three dollars. Our stomping grounds were around the city, but mostly along the commerical portions of Market Street.

Here are some videos of us selling our wares:

Advertising:


Sales:


The rest is in the pictures.



And that's how we did all of it! Hooray! End of Praxis!

The time machine is still operational. If you'd like to receive an item, please send one of us a private message specifying the type of artifact of time you desire: a prediction, snapshot, or relic. We can arrange a delivery or pickup in person or drop box should you happen to be in the San Francisco area (we'll be here a good while, it remains the least discriminatory city towards beings of all eras). If not, we can probably figure out how to use this primitive thing you barbarians call the postal service.