When Worlds Collide - COLLIDING!!!

The Wanderer had been living on an isolated glacier for six months now but he was growing tired of the scenery once more. Packing up his few things, the Wanderer looked over to see Johnny rolling around on the icy floor. The Wanderer grinned, amused by the silly sight of his Labrador spinning on the ground. Johnny always put on a show for the Wanderer on Moving Day as if to say, "It's alright, I'm here so don't feel sad." And the act constantly worked, improving the Wanderer's mood ten-fold.

The Wanderer positioned himself at his frozen table, examining a map of his world. It was a decent planet, not too big and not too small. The strange thing is every region is unique and impressively different from the rest.

Here came the fun part. The Wanderer took a deep breath and shut his eyes, waving his finger in the air before bringing it down on the map. Opening one eye first and then the other, the Wanderer looked down at his finger to see where his next six-month-home would be.

The Wanderer frowned in confusion. Birdtopia? What kind of name for a region is "Birdtopia"? He tried to suppress his giggle but failed.

Well, he decided while chuckling, I guess I have no choice but to move there.

Picking up his one suitcase, the Wanderer motioned to Johnny and brought out a gadget from his pocket. He tapped the screen a few times then typed in the name of his new destination. After familiarizing himself with the directions, the Wanderer reached for another tool in his opposite pocket, this time bringing out a single button. He pressed it and a whirring sound erupted in the distance. The Wanderer turned to the right as a ski boat approached his igloo. He hopped on it and looked at his former home one last time.

Shaking his head as if to shake off his worries, the Wanderer set the coordinates on his boat's main screen and grabbed onto the handles as it sped off.

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The Wanderer was confused. Birdtopia was not as he imagined it to be. There were enormous parrots and chickadees everywhere, lounging around like human kings and queens. What puzzled the Wanderer more were the crowds of pigs walking along the streets. They acted as if the birds were their overlords, as if they were terrified to get near. Shrugging in apathy, the Wanderer knew it was out of his hands, he had to live here.