OTUG's Space Odyssey 🛸

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SEEDS OF THE STARBORN - The Epic of OTUG

A legendary Cannabis sci-fi tale of courage, galactic wonder, and a plant that healed the cosmos.

In the far corner of the universe existed an alien planet whose sun was nearing the end of it’s cycle. The skies, once vibrant with the hues of life, had faded to ash-gray. Oceans boiled away and mutant viruses long dormant began to awaken and emerge from the depths, spreading across every continent. Medicine and science could do little to stop the rotting of flesh and crumbling of spirit. The alien race known as the Gonjahai teetered on the edge of extinction.

But the legends… the legends spoke of a saviour. Neither soldier, nor king, but a humble gardener whom destiny had chosen to trudge the path of a true warrior.

He was born deep underground; on a planet scarred by eons of war and countless cycles of creation and destruction, the weight of cosmic time wore heavy on the planet’s composition.

Ancient; clouded in shadow, shrouded in mystery, his homeworld carried many venerable artifacts and scriptures of various now-gone alien cultures.

His parents were the last Seedkeepers, guardians of ancient plants. In their possession was a relic box, sealed in rosin darker than obsidian, etched with stardust runes. Inside it were seeds, glistening faintly with a green-gold light.

“These,” his Father whispered with his dying breath, "These are the seeds of our ancestors. Take them OTUG… beyond time, beyond space… to the Cradle of Life itself.”

He didn’t understand. But when the last trees fell and the skies cracked with fire, he ran. Grabbing hold of the relic box, he boarded the last time-folding vessel known as the SmokeStar.

Through Space and Time, into the Fold

The SmokeStar was a living ship—its circuits grown from bio-metal and interwoven with temporal THC crystals. Guided by the ship’s synthetically grown brain LO3-PH, he set coordinates for the mythic “Cradle of Life”—a cosmic nexus whispered of in bygone Indica glyphs and forgotten Sativa data vaults.

OTUG rolled a blunt, sparked it up, and hammered the large purple button blinking sporadically on the dash.

Time unraveled.

Epochs passed like seconds on a clock. He watched the birth and collapse of stars. Witnessed the rise of machine civilizations and the fall of galactic empires. He met CBD sage-like beings on moons of terps, danced with Silver UV-Light-Surfers on amber asteroids that glistened like ripe trichomes. Learned the Old Growth Tongue from sentient trees in the Cannabix Nebula, and puffed on the finest herbs North of the Galactic Meridian.

Everywhere he went, he planted a seed. Miracles bloomed. A planet plagued by decay turned green overnight.

The plants, infused with ancient stellar genetics, harmonized with his own DNA, restored balance and vitality.

Word spread across systems: “The Healer walks among the stars.”

The War of Darkness

But not all welcomed the seeds.

The Virophage, beings of entropy and decay, fed on suffering. They ruled over half the known galaxy, spreading sickness and despair. When they learned of his mission, they sent their black fleets, led by the dreadlord Virox-17, to destroy him.

In the Battle of the Quantum Moons, “the resistance”, composed of OG’s, aliens, and sentient flora alike—stood united.

They were outnumbered, outgunned.

Many fell.

Bodies of human, alien and plant, became one. Bloody puddles of red, green and blue floated through space like oil in water before crystallizing into the frozen abyss.

Knowing there was but one path, he shoved the relic box containing the final seeds into the ship’s cannon.

Rolling a a massive spliff from the remnants of his headstash, he lit it, took one giant puff that burned the whole thing, and hammered the big red button labeled “MEGA-CANNON” with his massive fist.

The final words heard roaring over the crackle and static of the intergalactic band radio…“Overgrow the World!!!”

Impact…then…Silence.

Everyone held their breath for what seemed an eternity.

Women and children cried. OG and alien alike wept.

Tears of sap and THC poured from the sentient-plants.

Then, the star went supernova—not in destruction, but rebirth.

A wave of emerald light emerged like a taproot, swepping across the galactic horizon. Ships were healed. Life returned to barren moons. Virox-17, a creature born of the void, screamed as the light pierced him… and then, at last, he shed a single tear, exploded, and was sent into oblivion.

With the last traces of evil erased from existence, the universe could finally live in a future free from pain, from suffering.

The war ended; not with death, but healing.

The Garden of Forever

When the dust settled, he emerged from a purple/green cloud of dankness. Encased in armour with the names of every OG etched into the cladding, a glow in his eyes, reborn.

He returned to Earth.

Or rather, to what Earth had become—nothing but dust and silence. Yet, with his ship now infused with the living light, he descended and scattered the last of the light-born soil upon the planet.

Where seeds touched, forests erupted overnight, green and ancient. The air turned sweet. The oceans returned.

Humans, long scattered among the stars, returned to their birthplace. They built temples of golden hash and gardens of light. The cannabis plant became sacred—not for intoxication, but for illumination.

Slowly, he vanished into legend.

Some say he became one with the Green. Others say he walks still, tending to the edges of the cosmos, where light fades and sickness dares return.

And so it was.

That a man, armed not with sword or stone—but with sacred seeds—saved the galaxy.

And helped the world grow again.

The End