Editors Note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to personal experiences will be viewed as copyright infringment and are viable to get you killed.
His name was Maretti, as the legend goes. He no friends and he had no mother, as the legend goes. But despite what he did and who he was, he was an ordinary man, as legend often forgets.
Like any alien, his land was much different than ours. Alien is actually a bit offensive, considering his shithole of a planet would never be able to build a sophicated enough form of tranportation to be foreign. In it's own respect, it bore many simlilarities to any amount of food towards the back of a freezer; Completely frozen but with small traces of edibility if you had the courage to look.
He came from a little planet called Sedna. Sedna orbits a sun not unlike our own. To be honest, callling it the sun would probably help you invision it better.
Planet is most likely a bad description as well. I haven't seen the updated list of approved heavenly bodies, all of whom move in their respective circles despite what any two legged flesh sack says. (You may view the sky as a beautiful place, but the simple fact is that the solar system hates you. Don't be offended, they hate everyone else too.)
Sedna usually isn't as judgemental though. When one is as small as the Sahara Desert, with no triangular rocks to attract tourists, there is little room to talk.
But for a motherless boy with a fur coat and no friends interesting enough to mention, it was home.
I don't make jokes, nor do I write them down.
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Like any alien, his land was much different than ours. Alien is actually a bit offensive, considering his shithole of a planet would never be able to build a sophicated enough form of tranportation to be foreign. In it's own respect, it bore many simlilarities to any amount of food towards the back of a freezer; Completely frozen but with small traces of edibility if you had the courage to look.
He came from a little planet called Sedna. Sedna orbits a sun not unlike our own. To be honest, callling it the sun would probably help you invision it better.
Planet is most likely a bad description as well. I haven't seen the updated list of approved heavenly bodies, all of whom move in their respective circles despite what any two legged flesh sack says. (You may view the sky as a beautiful place, but the simple fact is that the solar system hates you. Don't be offended, they hate everyone else too.)
Sedna usually isn't as judgemental though. When one is as small as the Sahara Desert, with no triangular rocks to attract tourists, there is little room to talk.
But for a motherless boy with a fur coat and no friends interesting enough to mention, it was home.
I don't make jokes, nor do I write them down.
froad