A collection of space habitats, space stations, space colonies, and anything else artificial that serves as a home to humans in SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!
Here am I, floating in a tin can, far above the moon, Planet Earth is blue, and there’s nothing I can doo.
A salvage and scrap yard of the UFP
It is rumoured that a sort of little people living deep in the green woods have magic acorns. If they throw and hit someone with by one of these acorns the victim will experience temporary madness for a small duration of time, making the babbling victim easy to capture of kill.