Never start a small project on a Sunday night. They always take more time and cause more hassle than expected.That was never more the case than when a regular guy from the suburbs made a late trip to the hardware store on a Sunday night and found himself at the center of an inter-planetary war for the soul of the galaxy. They were just three little homeless kids, dirty and and hungry and scared, and he couldn't just leave them on the streets. He had no way of knowing that the youngest of the three was the key to uniting Galactic Christendom and turning back the murderous tide of the galactic war-cult known as the Slaves of the Mad God. He thought taking them in for a night would be a simple little job, and discovered it was only the first step in an adventure bigger than any he had ever imagined.