Author: junowellsandkimfox

I went camping once. Two hours later, I was checked into a Holiday Inn, lying on a table and getting massaged by a muscular Swedish man named Sven. If I can’t survive on a campground, how can I survive by myself on an alien planet?And that’s exactly where I am. The flowers are as big as cars, the bugs as big as dogs, and there’s no Holiday Inn in sight. Oh, and did I forget to mention…there are … to mention…there are freaking dinosaurs here!I would have been their lunch if it wasn’t for Turic, my blue alien savior. He’s…