What follows is a first person account of one of the greatest "pranks" ever pulled on someone.
To summerize really does it a disservice but basically 2 guys concocted a story about saving the future for a random person and then followed through with it to a delicious and elaborate conclusion.
My name is Kolin Pope.
I am the savior of the future. Like most with the title of savior, I never went out looking for it. No, adventure found me. It began on a very unremarkable evening in August 2003. I was nineteen at the time and in my room, when the evening silence was suddenly broken by the sound of my dog barking from downstairs. Moments later, my Mom strolled in, telling me calmly,"There's someone at the door for you. He says he's from the future." Confused yet intrigued, I hurried downstairs to find a man of about twenty that I had never seen before in my life standing on my front porch. He offered me his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Zane Figiam. I am from the future. This is a package for you." Playing along, I replied, "Is this plans for a time machine?" "No," he responded, with a tone in his voice suggesting that I was the one making ridiculous statements. He held up his package; a small, flat object wrapped in newspaper. I pondered it for a moment, then put on my best "important face" and told him, "I accept the responsibility of the future." Zane shook my hand as he hurriedly handed off the package. He said a quick goodbye, turned, then fled out my front gate and out of sight. [a mysterious package!]