The Night Santa Went Crazy
VITAL A/N: This story is the brainchild of intense boredom and must therefore be treated with all the seriousness one would treat a hallucination with. All the 'interesting' formatting you find has been done on purpose. If you don't like it I suggest you crap the corncob. Anyway, thank you to Ella, my dear beta and the one who came up with the premise for this story. Once you've read, you decide who's worse. The one who asked the question (Ella) or the one who answered it (Me).
Oh and FYI thoughts are in italics.
Prologue
In which is contemplative prose
The only problem with quick, easy travel between galaxies is that the problems from the one seep into the other and collide with its problems, thus creating brand new, giant, mutant problems. Fortunately some of the respective galactic problems are so radically different that instead of snowballing into catastrophic avalanches they merely bounce harmlessly off one another.
TBC
R&R