Ave! My name is Spencer Nero, Civil Centurion, employed by the British government to punch evil in the chops. But despite the awesome power of my mystical Janus Mask - an ancient strength-imbuing artefact bequeathed me by my uncle - 1937 still proved somewhat tricky. And that's down to the Nazis
In 1937 I got stuck up a tree, contracted a nasty infection from a Scotsman, made a terrible confession, offended at least two deities, and more than once found the English language refusing to cooperate. Worse still, I saw a lifelong quest both succeed and fail, was forced to hang around with a bunch of weirdoes from other dimensions, and accidentally broke the entire multiverse.
Now, when you're as handsome, erudite and ridiculously heroic as I am, these sort of hurdles should be easy to clear - but that's not how it all turned out. If you see things going awry, keep this in mind at all times: it's not my fault.