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The Story So Far:
The year is 2112. The decadent Galactic Empire has fallen - collapsed under the weight of its own contradictions, and the growing rebellions from the younger races of the cosmos, with their ideals of freedom, fraternity and equality. The human race has all but disappeared - its support for the corrupt Empire has led it to doom, the technologies employed by the empire to ensure uniformity have led to almost the whole of humanity becoming indistinguishable from the back-drop of space, and fading into the darkness - the heat death of the species. Only one small vestige survives - the Starcruiser, "The Agent of Entropy" which was once the proud flag-ship of the galactic battle-fleet, now limping across the cosmos, its commander, Captain Kornelius Kristos, the famed butcher of a thousand wars, trying to restrain his crew, who have descended into degradation, their lives an incessant orgy of cannibalism and despair. The nadir is hit on the eve of the Saint Swithins Day dance, when it is discovered that the ship's band have been killed and eaten. Fortunately, salvation seems at hand when a passing space-pod, picked up by The Agent Of Entropy's graviton beams, contains Puskas Cat and Her Amazing Animal Band, who perform the traditional St Swithin's Day Ball - their music is as the music of the spheres, restoring to the crew the last vestiges of their humanity, and inspiring them to support the newly formed Commonwealth of Planets, and build a better life for all. We join our heroes as orange-eyed Puskas-Athene is locked in debate with Captain Kornelius Kristos, her eyes staring into the hollows of his skull-face, and deciding what flavour milk-shake she should take as payment for her band's work. What do you think she'll pick? Here's what the animals said:
"I think she'll have...strawberry," said the Eurasian Badger (meles meles).
"We think she'll have...banana," said the American Badgers (taxidea taxus).
"We think she'll have...chocolate," said the Honey Badgers (mellivora capensis).
"I think she'll have...vanilla," said the lonsesome Indonesian Stink Badger (mydaus javanensis).
Puskas licked her lips, and purred, "I think I'll have... a pint of absinthe."
The tree-shrews (tupaia glis) were right - were you?
The year is 2112. The decadent Galactic Empire has fallen - collapsed under the weight of its own contradictions, and the growing rebellions from the younger races of the cosmos, with their ideals of freedom, fraternity and equality. The human race has all but disappeared - its support for the corrupt Empire has led it to doom, the technologies employed by the empire to ensure uniformity have led to almost the whole of humanity becoming indistinguishable from the back-drop of space, and fading into the darkness - the heat death of the species. Only one small vestige survives - the Starcruiser, "The Agent of Entropy" which was once the proud flag-ship of the galactic battle-fleet, now limping across the cosmos, its commander, Captain Kornelius Kristos, the famed butcher of a thousand wars, trying to restrain his crew, who have descended into degradation, their lives an incessant orgy of cannibalism and despair. The nadir is hit on the eve of the Saint Swithins Day dance, when it is discovered that the ship's band have been killed and eaten. Fortunately, salvation seems at hand when a passing space-pod, picked up by The Agent Of Entropy's graviton beams, contains Puskas Cat and Her Amazing Animal Band, who perform the traditional St Swithin's Day Ball - their music is as the music of the spheres, restoring to the crew the last vestiges of their humanity, and inspiring them to support the newly formed Commonwealth of Planets, and build a better life for all. We join our heroes as orange-eyed Puskas-Athene is locked in debate with Captain Kornelius Kristos, her eyes staring into the hollows of his skull-face, and deciding what flavour milk-shake she should take as payment for her band's work. What do you think she'll pick? Here's what the animals said:
"I think she'll have...strawberry," said the Eurasian Badger (meles meles).
"We think she'll have...banana," said the American Badgers (taxidea taxus).
"We think she'll have...chocolate," said the Honey Badgers (mellivora capensis).
"I think she'll have...vanilla," said the lonsesome Indonesian Stink Badger (mydaus javanensis).
Puskas licked her lips, and purred, "I think I'll have... a pint of absinthe."
The tree-shrews (tupaia glis) were right - were you?
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