The Killing Shop rang true in its beginnings. But perhaps it would be telling to know that this particular shop was not a place to earn the sweetest satisfaction of actually killing someone (unfortunately), but considering the planet the shop existed on it might as well be some sort of living death trap.
With its concaving rooftop withdrawn from age, antiqued stain-glassed windows built well beyond any human’s years, the shop was modestly perched on the edge of a rather unearthly sloped cliff by a long forgotten Earth Colony, against the even more extraordinarily starry backdrop known as Our Universe.
And like most colonies started by these primitive ape descendants, it was susceptible—and most definitely not an exception—to all the joys of living in the wonderfulness of the Gamma X-7589 Galaxy (the Milky Way). Which even more unfortunately, joys that included “alien” abduction and being poked and probed and pro