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Origins of the Stig The cool night time air brushed the various races of Stigsun, yet for Stigasaurus Alpha, he could barely rest, or savour the cool breeze. He stood quite still, his mind heavily disturbed, glancing up at the darkening violet sky that hung overhead like a gigantic, distant roof; the planet's only moon hung in the sky tonight, shining in all its magenta glory. It was correct to say he was observing the moon; the outline of his scaled T-rex shaped body was bathed in magenta as he just studied the moon, his topaz orange eyes unblinking and fixed onto the circular object. "Stigasaurus Alpha?" a voice – no, a sound wave, a