Fort Tyler was sizzling with excitement as the fleet prepared for yet another sensational season of scintillating stellar circumstances in space! The bees were buzzing and the maggots were writhing. Snow brought along new recruit Slipstream, while the pilots of The Starchasers Division visited from the NB System, headed by last year's Iron Cog Civitron with baby maggot Shadowman in tow.
Meanwhile, Sewer and XXIII were enthusiastically j-j-j-jammin' on the one
to finalize their madcap buddy-cop construct Spitfire, thus salivatiously christened in human generated radiation discharged from their own faces! Ganoderma offered up xyr own ship for the fleet's inspection and approval, the aptly named and family-constructed XEM Vespira!
Once all launchpad protocol was complete and Fleet Admiral Skunk concluded a joyfully teary-eyed opening ceremony, our pilots were cleared for takeoff!
The mission began with a tour out to the Sullivan Constellation, through Charlestown, past a sign reading "No Parkour" and ever so briefly into the Northern Quadrant of the BOS System. Then, we flew through the treacherous network of shrinking locks traversing the Charles Nebula. Finally, we were tiny enough to enter the fifth dimension! Luckily, a few industrious pilots came prepared with itty-bitty vehicles better suited for wee-space and our adventure continued!
There deep inside the temporal folds of the skate park under the intergalactic superhighway, Shadowman attempted to save us from shrinking further with a homegrown potion
but all it did was expand our minds and increase our desire for reckless behavior. Stogie took a break from rockin' out with his Volvo out to pay us a visit. Later, Lordmcfuzz was knighted in the center of a massive skate bowl and the pilots took turns shredding the gravitational waves of spacetime. Finally, maybe it was Shadowman's elixir or maybe it was the radiation
. Either way, we started to return to our normal size and Sewer crushed Skunk's Porche!
Then, we climbed some stuff, had SNAX at MIT and headed back to the landing pad with no mechanicals where the Fleet Admiral stood in front of some cardboard boxes, declaring "mission accomplished" and encouraged us to buy stuff in order to fight evil... or something like that.
Welcome back to the spectacular 20th season of SCUL! It's gonna be a good one, I can feel it in my