walking through the Westland that was your home you thought of what the new planet your instincts were guiding you to would look like, would it look like here. Before your birth the planet you had taken was lush and green all over mountains and oceans everywhere with humans having built vast city's and multiple useful machines, but all that changed when you came into being, you continue to walk, the animals of your creation going about there day. when you first started to feel the pull you knew you needed something to get you to the planet your instincts were guiding you to so you started to build something the scraps of a half destroyed space gun as the base of your machine, you used the black roots that you could move like a second limb to take the places of the broken bits of the huge gun and sense you already knew everything about how the technology of this world it wasn't hard to get it back to working order. after twerking it a bit and using the earth's dying core as an energy source the slingshot 1001 was born, this model of space gun was the 1000 one so I might as well continue the trend after all work you had made a slingshot to the new world which you were currently walking twords