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I went camping once. <br />Two hours later, I was checked into a Holiday Inn, lying on a table and getting massaged by a muscular Swedish man named Sven. <br />If I can’t survive on a campground, how can I survive by myself on an alien planet?<br />And that’s exactly where I am. <br />The flowers are as big as cars, the bugs as big as dogs, and there’s no Holiday Inn in sight. <br />Oh, and did I forget to mention…there are freaking dinosaurs here!<br />I would have been their lunch if it wasn’t for Turic, my blue alien savior. <br />He’s no Sven but he has other ways to please me…<br />And this muscular alien with the heavenly tongue is making this harsh alien planet feel like home.