America has broken through the star-spangled barrier and now, in the year 3185, cars capable of intergalactic travel fly off the lots like Hyundais, and yes, the dollars still have presidents on them.

Join disheveled drunk, Flint Ablewood, as he lives the American dream: Drinking booze, collecting junk, and killing a few stars!!!

Based on the totally real, not real, but real enough to me RPG, Star Wranglers ‘85!

P.S. I don't usually like sharing my music, but Star Wranglers has a little diddy on my music channel: https://youtu.be/Q-QuMtmI7Gw?si=QefrkzPsvL5TDSBh