I imagine Confeduranus as a backwoods hellscape. The sound
of banjo pluckin’ fills the air. The temperature is a constant 99 degrees. Single toothed hillbillies inhabit every
run down shack and there is a Piggly Wiggly on every corner.
Just thinking about this planet has me genuinely concerned
for our heroes. -Soss
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