It’s 2011. A young woman is covered in mud and blood, and she’s staring at you from a beach.
It’s 1996. Lara Croft, eh, lads? Eh? That Lara Croft, she’s a bit of alright. I’d let her raid my tomb, right lads? Hah, yeah lads! Phwoar, eh, lads? She’s got a lovely pair. A lovely pair of pistols! That game she’s in isn’t bad either, is it lads? Not that I played it much, right lads? Too busy