A space station nestled in the clouds of Jupiter. A bizarre bazaar where a young, worried woman crafts entire universes in the palm of her hand. A mysterious cultist who's stripped the flesh from his bones in order to reach enlightenment. Here, there's a universe for sale. You buying?Arcade & Indie
You've tasted the tea of sweet Chall Bark.
You’ve tasted the tea of bitter Podla Berries.
You've tasted the strange, spicy tea of Coyala Flowers.
You've Jellicly petted a Jellicle Lomri.
In all the tea houses, in all the spaceports, you've walked up to this one.
Once there was an ugly Master. He was so ugly that everyone died. The End!
Your slow blade penetrated the Podla's shields.
You've cranked the Windmill up to eleven.
You've made dads everywhere proud.
You've felt the need -- the need for speed!
You've asked the computer to never tells you the odds.
You made sure the robots said hello to your little friend.
You've purchased every trinket, gadget, doodad, knick-knack, and bauble for sale in Jupiter's market. Buy! Consume! Obey!
You've seen things people wouldn't believe, universes created in the palm of her hand...
You wonder how many universes like this have been lost, like tears in rain.
Mama always said life was like a box of Universes. You never know what you're gonna get.
Seven, eight, clean your game. Nine, ten, start over again!