HUMANITY - (oops, sorry, pardon me)

HUMANITY - (oops, sorry, pardon me)

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~~ #150 in Space ~~ Jame(s) Johnson is the only human in the entire galaxy not living on Earth, and he's just trying to get home. Taken mid-mouthful of poutine Jame(s) is abducted by aliens, later mistaken for a fern, and eventually learns just how special humans are in the galaxy. How much of an impact can a previously-classified-fern simply trying to get home have upon a Galactic Empire spanning millions of planets and hundreds of thousands species? Well, when it comes to HUMANITY, anything is possible!
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Too bulky for a sidearm, too small for a proper rifle-behold, the Half-Spec Blaster. Too heftty for a quick draw, yet underwhelming at range-versatile, but never truly mastering any single role. But that's just fine. Embracing this peculiar weapon, I, Narwhal-station drifter, low-rank mercenary, and certified expert in staying out of trouble-have a dream. A dream of living simply. With my powers, I could challenge warlords, take on high-risk contracts, and shape the galaxy with secret knowledge. But I won't. Work moderately, survive well-that's the ideal life in the void! Small-time guild jobs. The occasional space hunt. Food that doesn't taste like recycled rations. If I can be of some use along the way? Good enough. This is the tale of a man drifting through the stars, clinging to a blaster that never excels in any one area... and an adventure that avoids too much adventure.

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