Kicking my feet up on the control panel of the spaceship I pilot alongside a small band of noble pirates. I'm wearing cowboy boots. I'm also shirtless. Sweaty but not in a sexy way, like a haven't showered in several days because the water recycler broke way. The hold is full. Fuel is low but our next stop is only hours away, and the galactic authorities are long behind us. I turn up the static coming from the radio and look out at the stars.
A small, private instance where a few cryptids may roam and play. Seek, but fear. The whole thing was birthed in a Denny's in 2016.