ETTING
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LFANDRA
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose lizard-descended (mostly) life-forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are still a pretty neat idea. The story of a terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its incredible consequences, begins very simply.
It begins with a house.
Hylo was eating her breakfast one Thursday. But she was terribly unhappy at her lack of sausages, so she was simply eating sausages. She ate and made a mental note to buy more sausages. Right then, she felt herself being plunged through hundreds of dimensions, only to be plopped out in a large empty spot in the middle of a seemingly harmless ship. Then she felt one of her limbs floating off..
Hylo's Little Trip pt 2