*The Year is 5500 A.D. the last thing you remember is signing a contract for a cryptosleep casket, to help populate a distant planet. as the crypto sleep starts to finally turn off, and you start to regain consciousness, your eyes widen, as you look out the small window, seeing a planet rapidly get closer. it appears you are in a drop-pod, hurdling at near terminal velocity. you feel your stomach drop, as you are terrified on whether or not you will land safely. finally, right when it seems you ...