Terry Traveller – Alien Abduction

Terry TravellerTerry returns with another unique travel story that you’ll have to read for your self, and whether you believe it or not, it does explain some of my questions concerning Terry. – Editor

Terry here, ready to tell you about my latest adventure but first, an apology.

My last journey took me off the grid further than ever before, making it impossible to share my experiences until I returned to Earth.

Yes fellow travelers, I, Terry Traveler, was abducted by aliens.

It was a crisp evening in the country. I was driving my truck along the back roads, out amongst the cornfields, when I saw a bright, blinking light about a mile up the road.

I went towards it, feeling oddly drawn to find out what it was. My brain ran through the possibilities: car trouble, tractor, Sasquatch with a flashlight. I had to know.

I don’t remember what happened next; somehow I came to be sitting in a dark room full of unknown apparatus. I barely had time to take in my surroundings when a small, grey being entered the room. His height was close to mine with a small squat body and enlarged head and eyes.

Gygax, as I later learned his name to be, appeared all business in his flashy suit with matching tie and spats. To say I was nervous would be an understatement.

First contact was a huge responsibility for anyone, and to be chosen as a representative of the species a great honor. With my wealth of knowledge spanning the globe I knew I could be helpful; my biggest concern was whether to offer my left hand or right foot in greeting.

Gygax was not amused; he attempted to fist-pump my foot cautiously then proceeded to cover his hands in Purell. Who knew aliens were germaphobes.

For an undetermined amount of time we sat in the room and discussed life, the universe, and everything. Gygax questions were routine- where was I from, why had I been traveling on the road that night, whom did I vote for during the last American Idol, was I happy with my cell phone provider?

I answered each question with ease, occasionally spicing up the answer with a bit of sci-fi lingo to let them know the caliber of specimen they had captured.

At some point Gygax left the room, shaking his head at my explanation of time travel, only to return with the boxed DVD set of Quantum Leap and the argument that I had remembered the details incorrectly.

Let me begin by saying, it wasn’t exactly my fault I got kicked off the ship.

I made the innocent statement that Scott Bakula ruined Star Trek, a truth I and every other Trekker firmly believes. Gygax laughed in his goose-honking way, and stated his firm belief that Bakula’s character was foundational to understanding the future Captain James T. Kirk.

My next words may have been poorly chosen. Gygax turned a frightening shade of yellow.

He unleashed a barrage of angry flatulent noises that seems to insult my mother and quickly I found myself back in my truck, which was smashed into a tree, radiator smoking, and startled like no other.

I’ve saved this story for you, dear reader, whom I know to be caring and understanding.

So many will deny the events of that night, but I feel confident that you will agree- Bakula killed the franchise and I was completely justified in saying so.

Terry Traveller
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