By opening this thread you inadvertently stabbed an errant time traveller thirty seven times in the chest.
I hope you're proud of yourself.
Sidenote: this is to introduce a second Antonio Roman apart from the ludicrously strong one fighting Myrmidon in this thread. (<--- Seriously look at this sh!t, it's amazing.)
There will be timey wimey hijinks and multiple invasions of personal space as Backstabber is dragged along against his will (for better or worse. Judging by the title of this story, I'd opt for the latter.)
Prepare yourself for the not-so-distant future.