Atlantean adventures of numbing idiocy, starting with the colonization of beautiful, innocent-looking Terra by a fleet of ships sent by the Galactic Organization and Dominions (G.O.D.), led by fearless Jael Adaamm and his wife Evahnna despite the latter's premonitory doubts (""What if this 'garden' grows poisoned fruit?""). A few millennia later, a final effort to communicate the degree of poisoning to G.O.D. sends a sealed capsule off in the general direction of Centaurus, bearing the sleeping form of one Yesul Chri'istl. In future volumes he is apparently scheduled to tangle with Jael Adaamm's other descendants, the crimson-eyed psychopaths of the Kizeesh line and the all-but-omnipotent Alda. Perhaps the whole thing is the work of the National Lampoon.