I dunno...The start of a story from a dream.

On an icy planet where it seemed to never stop snowing we found a working relic! A machina that reminded me a lot of what I'd always dreamed of flying on my home planet. The controls reminded me of a video game and were all very simple, luckily.

Escape!

Those evil bastards can't catch us now, especially with this freezing snow slowing them down.

I don't even know how we got here...
These people that I'm with...don't even really know them, but I have an idea of what kind of 'people' they are.

We tried to started to fly away...but apparently no one really knew where we were going and we were running out of fuel.

We looked back....

They were near frozen...

We took pity on them...picked them up, told them if they tried anything that I could instantly eject them, and started to make way towards what I will now call, the West.

"To the highest point of the tallest mountain...a grand town. If you had a destination, this would be it." We would listen to the advice of someone that couldn't really be trusted, whom I will simply call Ganondorf since he kind of reminded me of him.




Ran out of gas...found a small town...subway station? little lady looked like a moogle or something....speakers "for anyone whom can speak this language..." "That is my planets native language.." says the alien. "You despicable beast, you will regret this...argh"