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It isn't real.That's what she tells herself as she holds the crossbow out in front of her with one eye closed to peer down the sights. It can't be real. You don't just wake up on a burning ship made of (what she thinks is) living flesh.Maybe it's a dream. Maybe it's a really messed up psychotic episode. She doesn't know, but it isn't real.She didn't just kill winged imps while a yellow woman - githyanki, she'd been told - commanded her every move with a ruthless efficiency, and she definitely didn't just desecrate corpses to find ill-fitting leather armour and slightly sharper weapons.-OR-Candy finds herself in the middle of a war on a crashing ship and she has no idea how she got here. The people she meets along the way aren't helping the situation.