I am torn between being increasingly uncomfortable with the situation I find myself in and finding it utterly fascinating.

Charles Xavier, mostly at your service, although I doubt anyone would judge me for wanting directions to the nearest pub before I can hold a pleasant conversation.

Come on, aliens, don't death and murder and mayhem get boring after a while? Why not mix things up a bit? Personally, I'm ready for the arena where the grand prize is contingent on a dance off. Or, better yet, where we put ourselves in slingshots and get launched at green pigs.

All right, all you little lost souls. It's Boxing Day, aka the holiday better than Christmas because this day means brilliant left overs, playing with all sorts of goodies and left over Christmas Crackers. I've got enough tea to supply a militia, biscuits to go with, about half a ham and assorted half-eaten pies. Come on, you lot, have at it. 108 East Street, D District.

Happy birthday to me.

There is mistletoe available at the flower shop. The aliens insist I sell it.

( Team Two )

Is there a trend to these fight things? Is it one on, one off? Random draw? Volunteer or we'll volunteer you? Whatever the Hades the aliens feel like?

So these gladiator matches: are they to the death, or do you just tap out? Are there lions?

How come this place only has one moon? Where are all the airships? Why are people frogs? Is there anywhere a girl can get some loqua? Has anyone seen a guy with one goggle and a really clueless blonde?

As a new arrival to this place, it is right for me to offer introduction. I am Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca, last of the Dynast-Kings and ruler of Dalmasca.

This technology is much more readily understandable than memstones.