Screwed Adventures Part One: Little Box and the Journey to Planut
This story follows three friends, as their search for weed becomes a quest to save the world from an evil race of alien squirrels. Will this spell the end of the world, or will it lead to something else entirely?
Caution: This story contains drug use, red necks, space gangsters, countless aliens, impossible technology, and just a little bit of death. More
What do three 20 somethings, two rednecks, two gangsters, and an off kilter Brit have in common? If you guessed that they're the only ones capable of saving the world then I'm very sorry for the unoriginal plot device, but if you can forgive this one big one then I promise you'll like the rest of it... I hope.
Anyway where was I? Right, story pitch.
Follow our eight, that's right eight heroes, as they smoke weed! Travel into space! Smoke weed, in space! There's literately nothing they won't do in order to save the world, and I haven't even mentioned the transforming battle ship they cruise around space in. Maybe I should have opened with that? You're still there, right? Right?!
Anyway I don't wanna give too much away, but if you don't wanna read my book after this description then you're probably a little too hoity toity to like it anyway. I'm sorry, it's not you're fault, some people are just like that.
Hey don't be like that, you can't blame yourself. Look if you really want to change, just read this book, I'm sure it has some sort of epiphany in store for you. I know, I know, bold claim, but at least you have to read it in order to prove me wrong.