It is a glorious day. You have finally earned enough money to buy a ticket off the earth and join a catgirl cult. You are relieved that you can actually spend the rest of your life doing something of real value to humanity.
Creating a race of catgirls.
The only objective that could possibly be of value to anyone.
Only in the furthest depths of space will anyone find the isolation and stability required.
At the docks you see 5 ships. You have your choice of which denomination to sign up for. They have put up a drawing with a loose description of their various ideologies.
Wow!
Creating a race of catgirls.
The only objective that could possibly be of value to anyone.
Only in the furthest depths of space will anyone find the isolation and stability required.
At the docks you see 5 ships. You have your choice of which denomination to sign up for. They have put up a drawing with a loose description of their various ideologies.
Wow!
