Of Brandy and Bad DecisionsAlmost home. Just 13 jumps to go now. Already, civilizations seems to be creeping in. Passed some jerk selling farm equipment in a system with a notable lack of farms (good luck to him!) and another who apparently isn't sure if he wants to get married....
Lonely Little PlanetIt looks so small ... way out there, torn between two suns that look like they don't want anything to do with one another. 12k light seconds is a long ways to wait for your warmth. "You sure look like a lonely little thing," I say. ...
But for the grace of god....Jesus! That rock came out of nowhere! Go figure the best these pathetic little suns can boast are "planets" less than a foot across. But not ten seconds after dodging that little bugger, I get another hit on my scanner. "Salvageable...
Somewhere in SYNUEFE ... totally need a sudafedSeriously ... all these red stars are making my nose all synuefe. Or trying to say that does the same. Sigh-noo-effie? Sin-effe? Sniffy? Who named these things, anyway? And why are there so damn many red stars all alone out here? What I wouldn't...
