Terry bunked off school as you do when you're at that rebellious age (12 - 18 as I recall) and you just feel like doing your own thing instead of sitting in class all day. He was relaxing on a bench in the park where he normally went to when he bunks off (usually Tuesdays and Wednesdays, but every once in a while he'd slip a Monday or Friday in there too). He woke up suddenly (he had fallen asleep) to realise that the sun was already setting. It was getting late. "It's getting late," Terry thought, not coincidentally. However, as he gazed up at the sky, he noticed a shining light of some sort...
 
The light caught Terry's attention for the very simple reason that tiny green crystals were falling out of it. Like rain, except green and made of crystal (he was later to find out).
 
Before long, a space ship Terry had never seen before descended from the sky (though it should be noted that Terry had never before seen any space ship in real, close up). Out of the ship stepped an old man in a labcoat.
 
"Hey, don't touch that," said the old man from space. "Give it here, boy."
 
While Terry sat startled at this strange old man in a mixture of confusion and perplexity, another light streaked from the sky (this one red) as if chasing the previous flash which was clearly the professor's ship.
 
The space professor tensed, "....watch out! Quick, get inside!" He directed Terry into his spacecraft.
 
Terry rushed inside, as instructed. After an intense chase through a small corner of the galaxy, the ship took critical damage and fell to an unknown planet.
 
The Professor had only one place to turn. You, the player who has purchased Contact for his or her Nintendo DS! Hopefully, that player (you) will agree to help the Professor and Terry...
 
Terry's mother was at home the entire time, cooking a lovely family dinner and utterly oblivious to the fact that her son had ditched class yet again and was now on some strange and far off planet in a crashed space ship.
 
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