Last night I landed on an inhabitable moon with giant blobs of nickel ore floating above bright red ground. I wandered around, fed some cat-weasels, and nearly got killed by a radiation storm that swept up unexpectedly. All while lounging on the beanbag chair in my living room, with my SO sitting next to me getting some work done and occasionally commenting. I ended up naming the moon "No Man's Meat" because it all looked, well, like meat, and it made us both laugh.

It's a fifty dollar ticket to a hike through a lurid 1970s sci-fi book cover. If that sounds appealing to you, then great. If not? Hey, that's cool too.