Every era has its own rules. Break them, and you don’t just fail, you disappear.
Step into the sandals of a Roman citizen navigating Senate politics, the silk robes of a samurai bound by bushido, the jazz-age threads of a Harlem
Renaissance artist, or the neural implants of a future Earth colonist. Each era demands you master its hidden codes – how to bow, whom to trust, when to speak, when to stay silent.
This isn’t historical tourism. One wrong gesture in feudal Japan could mean death. A misread social cue in 1920s Harlem could destroy your reputation forever. In future Earth, your outdated thinking might mark you as obsolete.
You’ll face the raw reality of different times: brutal hierarchies, alien belief systems, technologies that feel like magic or torture. Can you adapt fast enough to survive? Will you blend in, or will your modern instincts expose you as an outsider?
Every age tests different parts of your humanity. Which version of yourself will emerge?
Choose your era. History is waiting.
