HUGUEL_0568

Face the world's fiercest dinosaurs and make it back to the future in one piece! You're a physics student with a dream: travel back in time and document the world of dinosaurs. Can you survive the terrors of the Tyrannosaurus rex?

When you successfully convert your Land Rover into a working time machine, you set your sights on traveling to the age of the Tyrannosaurus rex, triceratops, and pterosaur where you'll study dinosaurs and film a thrilling documentary. The only problem is the competition: your rival and enemy Darien Vance has claimed your work for his own, accused you of plagiarism, and had you kicked out of graduate school. When you travel back in time, you'll have to prove you got there first, redeem your good name, and make it home safely.

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You blink in astonishment. Your throat constricts as you behold your nemesis, Darien Vance, complete with the same supercilious grin and the same world-is-his-oyster manner that you last saw in Dean Mean's office. Everything falls into place. That bastard not only stole your proof of concept for time travel, but he also used your plans—all your hard work—to build his own time machine!


Clutching the microphone in one fist—a fist that you'd rather use to deck him—you mutter, "Vance, you scum-sucking shit-brain, may you get pecked to death by a pack of rabid troodontids. No, that would be too good for you."


Brett holds up a finger to her lips and motions you to keep on watching.


In Vance's hand is a bottle of Dom Pérignon champagne. "Come on out," he shouts. Did he hear you?


You glance back the way you came, judging the distance to your Land Rover, tensing to sprint, your pulse already racing. Brett places a steadying hand on your shoulder with a small shake of her head. You realize that Vance isn't looking in your direction.


"Bring the glasses," Vance says to someone in the RV. Now you know why the RV's so familiar—it's the one that you remember being parked in Vance's driveway. Meanwhile, he unwraps the foil on the champagne bottle and twists the wire cage securing the cork, while humming the refrain from Steppenwolf's "Magic Carpet Ride."


The passenger's-side door opens, and out steps a second time traveler. Another familiar face—this one from the university's engineering school. With a couple of tentative steps, Skyler sets foot on the Cretaceous moss, video camera perched on one shoulder, strapped securely in place and trained on Vance. Skyler points a microphone at Vance, who pops the champagne cork. It flies off and vanishes amid the primeval lichens. Wide-eyed, gawking Skyler, tool belt dangling from one hip is:


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