He was just a common, homeless, nameless drunk - until they came.
They, the infinitely recombining, seemingly indestructible star creatures, promised the answer to every problem that has ever plagued mankind. In short, they promised perfection, and they asked nothing in return.
Except that it wasn't that easy. It never is. By the time the last answer is given, the last human will have died.
Half the world is ecstatic, thinking they can stop asking questions before the stars come for them and live in perfection with their fellow survivors.
The other half is appalled, knowing perfection is never perfect and that the worth of a human soul far exceeds the worth of a perfect world. They know the stars must be stopped
But how do they stop the unstoppable? The drunk knows, and his weapon is the most common thing known to man.
The Planet Perfecters takes a humorously serious look into the evil potential of governments and the uniting commonness of humanity that is anything BUT common.