Life is good - or at least that's what you tell yourself when your standards have been adjusted by the apocalypse. Sometimes you get to eat something that isn't beans, sometimes you even find a soft pile of ash to use as a bed (luxury!), and occasionally you discover a Twinkie that leads to your untimely demise via architectural rearrangement. You know, the usual. This is the story of a supposedly-dead scavenger who just wanted to make a kid smile and ended up with the cosmic equivalent of a career change. After being crushed trying to retrieve humanity's last preserved snack cake (because of course that's how it happens), our hero wakes up in the body of a billionaire at the exact moment when humanity is busy ordering its own extinction like it's on Prime delivery. Now he's playing a game of temporal chess with destiny, armed with nothing but apocalyptic hindsight, an emense pile of wealth, and a strong aversion to collapsing buildings. His mission? Prevent global thermo-nuclear war, reverse environmental catastrophe, and somehow convince the uber-wealthy that maybe, just maybe, they shouldn't treat the planet like a disposable coffee cup. All while inhabiting the body of one of the very people who helped drive humanity toward its dusty, Twinkie-obsessed future in the first place. Talk about your awkward reincarnations.