Captain's Log 1:
I awoke on a world much like our own, though it seemed oddly peculiar in subtle ways. The terraformed planet was a true Garden of Eden, or rather a Grove. Vast lands lent themselves to the harvest of grapefruits, oranges, limes and lemons. To what end, I could only imagine. But in the sweltering heat, the idea of a refreshing beer, infused with the bright juicy notes of the ripe citrus surrounding me brought me to my knees. A stick-like Dog on the back of a moderately-drawn h̶o̶r̶s̶e̶ Pony made their way towards me. They seemed to be masters of this land, and what a land! The air was thick with the aromas of citrus and a hoppy pungency, something tropical and sweet... mangos? papaya? Almost as if swimming in Mosaic and Motueka hops. The Dog & Pony informed me of the perils of their paradise, those that wanted to see it destroyed. This heaven, this Elysium, wouldn't stand a chance if we weren't to raise arms in order to protect this beautiful bounty from oppressors. Grabbing a Gamma Blaster just felt right, as this world, somewhere in the D-5 galaxy was meant to be preserved and enjoyed by all.