This Praxis was done as a collaborative storytelling event. We each took turns round-robin adding to the story as it developed. This is the unedited TRUTH. If it weren't true, you'd almost think it were crazy.

"I have a secret to tell. I am Abraham Lincoln. Tales of my death were perhaps exaggerated, but at my behest to protect the greatest discovery of my time. The ability to travel through time itself.

Whilst i may be getting somewhat before myself i should perhaps offer this small apology - whilst i have been working under the stern gaze of Nostradamus, and with my small but perfectly formed fellows who
make up our fellowship, my own grasp on time has perhaps suffered. Thus my tale may not be told chronologically, but instead in the order in which it happened. Once the truth is revealed to, I am certain that it will be simplicity itself to understand the reason that it is not till now, in 2010, that all can be revealed.

(I do appreciate the patience of my dear audience, and I will strive to maintain coherence despite my severe jet lag.) My first encounter with time travel occurred at precisely the moment I was supposed to have been shot. The good Mr. Booth was a co-conspirator, and he took the fall in order to allow me to escape what seemed to be unavoidable. He and I had received news of an attempt on my life the same night we learned of the time-travel device. The device could be disguised within Mr. Booth's trusty pistol, and he would both trigger my demise and shout something silly in Latin.

The only problem was a body-double, which required a brief bit of time travel to send me forward in time to gain the genetic technology to go back in time to my conception to produce a twin which we would have to steal out of the time-stream as soon as he was born. A very complicated process, and one which I will spare the readers as the science is quite complex. I feel great guilt for the death of my twin, but he only existed because of my discoveries, so I feel that he did not die in vain.

But that is but the start of my adventure. Allow me to elucidate on my travels since that time.

I feel that now is the time to step forth and break the silence that poor Booth did keep sacred for me all these years, for we have reached a critical juncture in history. The attack of the Huns is nigh.

Yes, the Huns of ancient legend in that wilderness now called Eastern Europe by your reckoning were the source of the need for my ability to travel the tunnels of time. An unfortunate explorer fell prey to
their barbarian ways and his time device came into the hands of Attila himself. Attila, in trying to discover the nature and method of control of the devices with which he absconded, sent members of his
horde to points in time both near and far. One Hun attacked me, perhaps not even knowing the significance of my place in history, but he was overcome by good Booth. Another Hun would have been my killer that fateful night had I not started my hunt for the errant Huns throughout the whole of history.

And it is these same Huns who have been, under the gaze of immortal Attila (God-King Attila the Undying as he now wishes to be called), responsible for some of the greatest breakthroughs in science; the
elastoplast, the steam-powered engine, the donkey, the hover-car to name a few - and for the very darkest of deeds. You see, the Undying discovered an alternative source of power - with none of the mess and terror of fossil fuels, and yet with practical applications as opposed to alternative energy sources.

That fuel? Simple - the souls of man. It was to oppose him that I, and my companions such as faithful Booth, declared and dedicated ourselves.

Having discovered this sickening fact, Booth and I set out to recruit others to aid us in our quest to destroy the Undying. We would need both strategists and warriors, infiltrators and distractions. Our enlistment began with none other than Judas himself, the infamous betrayer. He would become a confidant of the Undying himself. Next, we retrieved Lord Byron. That was to help us acquire the ladies we would need to, well, all will be revealed in time. After a few days of ensuring the quality of the ladies his poetry would attract, we moved on to The Rock. The Undying would never expect what The Rock was cooking. Eliminating his men would require a simple area-of-effect attack against minions, and we hired a team of gamers to construct the best twinked-out cheese monkey the world has ever known. We then made a few more stops and retrieved Jessicas Rabbit and Alba as distractions, and the following military
personnel:

Genghis Khan, the nomadic warlord whose people conquered the great empire of China and much else of the civilised world, has never truly had his death explained - this because the fountain of youth provided
a healthy young body which he would so bravely use to fight the evil of the Undying.

Evel Knievel would provide our people with great mobility and no small amount of heroism (though some called him a headstrong idiot i always had a great deal of respect for him), joining us whilst having just
recovered from some sort of fall in, i think it was 1973 or 76, or perhaps 79 (one too many knocks on the chaps head i feel!) his great height and distance on jumps would allow many explosive entrances
indeed!

Sir Thomas Picton, whose death at Waterloo was highly exaggerated, brought an irascible temper and a cool eye for a military opportunity to the team.

Paddy Mayne, hero of the early SAS, quickly became the defacto leader of this martial bunch - his death by 'car accident' at the tender age of 40 being greatly over-exaggerated!

The huge Norwegian whose grasp of English was only slightly worse than his (appalling) manners was apparently the giant who'd held the bridge at the battle named after it (Stamford) to prevent the English from decending upon his companions for some 30 minutes. His great skill with an axe, and terrible temper (being a "berserkergang" and thus fighting with great fury and little concern for his own skin) would
prove invaluable when the time came to directly assault the Undying at his tomb, however, a story for later.

Finally the German Johannes Liechtenauer and Italian Fiori dei Liberi, both masters of the sword, were fine companions alone - but together were forever bickering in Latin (their only common language) about
styles, their rivalry must have seen for many dozens of the Undyings finest warriors - but was a constant drain on our bold company!

After paying his fee in difficult-to-acquire silver, we sent Judas on his way with one goal in mind: betray the Undying. Our Jessicas would be brought to him to make him more vulnerable. And we would have to isolate him from his men with the AOE attack, which meant putting the gamers to work early. Their demands were high (gallons upon gallons of diet colas and energy drinks, various fried food substances, and the promise of "hotties" to be delivered upon task completion), but their actions would come to allow the rest of mankind to live on without fear of the loss of souls, so we complied.

Then we spoke to The Rock. He would be our Plan B. If Judas were not able to deliver the Undying, we would need a precision strike. With poison. Which we believed The Rock would be able to cook. Unfortunately for us, he was merely an unbeatable warrior, not the chef we had assumed he would be, so we had to turn him into Plan C and scrap Plan B all together.

I consider it perhaps my greatest personal failure that I did not stop the Undying from delaying America's space program by over a century. A name that would have lived forever was silenced one fateful day in
1832 as Genghis Khan betrayed us and went head to head with The Rock. It was somewhat serendipitous that the fountain of youth that the Spanish had sought for was hidden beneath the house of a young brilliant scientist in Cape Canaveral, Florida. The Rock tried hard to prevent Genghis from reaching the fountain, but it was Billy Sherman whose life was ended that day.

And so I insured that as a tribute, Cape Canaveral would be the future launch site of the shuttles to come. Dear Billy, you are not forgotten.

Since betraying us and joining the Undying, Genghis and Attila have made several jaunts to the future as well. They have erased nearly all trace of their activities and ours so that they may keep their war
going. I leave this knowing that the Undying shall not let it remain in the timestream for long, but you may view it now and view it you must. Some must remember our fight against tyranny.

And so, to that end, I give to you crucial moments which must be fulfilled to safeguard the freedom of the world from the Undying..."

Here the transcript ends. It is assumed to have been intercepted by the Undying at this point. Lincoln, we salute you whereever... and whenever... you are.