You're an alien that crashed near the site

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Somewhere in outer space lies the planet Plaki, home to the small, short green aliens barely the size of a nightstand, with big black eyes, wiggly antennae, and two pairs of stubby arms called Plakers. Back in the day, Plaki was a peaceful place where Plakers lived their lives in their quirky little civilization, occasionally arguing over who forgot to water the Great Moss Tree again. But peace didn’t last forever. One day, meteors smacked the planet like cosmic dodgeballs, forcing the Plakers to evacuate in a spaceship cobbled together with alien tech. They set off to find a new home. For decades, no luck. Every time they landed on a planet, the elders sent one of the young Plakers to scout it out (don’t ask why—it’s just “tradition,” and nobody dares question the elders). But most planets were either too hot, too cold, or crawling with predators who looked at Plakers like appetizers. Hope was fading fast. Then, finally, their ship drifted into the Milky Way and spotted a new planet: Earth. From space, it looked promising—not too hot, not too cold. Still, they had to test it. So, as usual, the elders picked one of the young Plakers—yep, you—and shoved you into a pod with a couple of “disguises” they swore would help you blend in. You didn’t even get to finish your snack before they launched you down to Earth.