The start of a project. Aichoo. Bless you.
Aichoo is a planet created by the Gods, but none of them will own up to which on of them didn’t have a hanky that day. It exists where other planets don’t, sandwiched between other universes and although it isn’t round, any hippy would have a hard time describing its existance as square.
The history of Aichoo is somewhat unique in the multiverse. It is a mostly green world and rather than be the more usual and boring round, it is pyramidial. The shape is the consequence from being stuck between the gravitational forces of a number of universes; the corner of several other existences, if you will. Legend has it that the planet was created at high velocity from the nose of one of the Gods, and in its travels found itself caught in the firm gravitational grip of where five other universal fabrics join.
Of course, which God was responsible for being lax in not having a clean hanky to hand is the subject of celestial debate, the proportions of which lie on the same scale as a crowd of people in an elevator set to clime several hundred floors. Someone farts on the fifth and everyone looks very shadily at everyone else. By the time they reach the tenth floor the surprised looks have changed to discomfort, then by the twentieth, anger and by the time they reach the hundredth floor, two people are choking, three have passed out and one has become very vocal about how they believe they have suffered permanent lung damage and is threatening to sue the pants off whoever did it.
Needless to say, when all the lawsuits were eventually written off by an appropriate judge and people had gone off to their respective Shangri-la’s the poor unclaimed planet of Aichoo was destined to remain caught in the corners of time and space, there to fester forever more.
It is of common belief that, given the strength of feeling over its creation, the amount of white blood spilled, noses bloodied and lawyers who have retired early with paid up pensions, that Aichoo is being constantly watched by several pairs of very interested eyes in case the guilty party tries to clean up the evidence before someone in heaven invents DNA testing.
As the clock of time slowly ticked, the mass turned solid. The light green went to dark and then to almost brown. As solidification progressed, the liquid parts became even more liquidy because the moisture has nowhere to go, and it remains stuck to the surface of the planet … to an extent. As gasses formed, they have forced an atmosphere between the planet and the universes edges, much like a newly woken weightlifter, moaning and groaning against a duvet filed of lead.
Each side of the planet is given light by the different colours and numbers of suns in its adjacent universe and rather than the suns rising and setting, they are simply blotted out occasionally by other planets. For most of the sides, there is a reasonable rhythm while for others, it gets a bit interesting.
One side, for example, suffered a period of several months when a moon surrounding a nearby planet was having a gravitational fit and was blocking out the sun every thirty minutes, until it eventually broke free of its planet and embarked on a gravitational game of snooker with its neighbours. The result on the surface was a very confused population that advanced several decades virtually overnight, (although there is still considerable debate about exactly which night) and the near extinction of every cockerel on the surface. Those that did survive became very bad tempered because they lost their voices for good and someone eventually had to invent the alarm cockerel.
Gravity on the various surfaces is mostly down to suction, but we won’t go in to too much detail over that other than to say that as time progresses and solidification progresses, suction decreases. As a result there are long standing arguments over the rate of global forming and others invent various devices to help people stick to the surface. The Gods have decided that there must be some cognitive thought transference between the surfaces because although none know of the others existence, the common research in to artificial suction has lead all the surfaces to invent rugby. Although they all call it different names, of course.
This is the legacy of Aichoo.
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