That’s not a death world. This is a death world Meeting other death worlders always ends up with a competition

It was a grimy saloon in the area just outside the spaceport and many travelers and crew would drop in for an intoxicant, food or just to pass time waiting for their next lift off. The attraction was cheap drinks, decent food and the plethora of deathworlders who all ended up at Class 14.

No matter what time of day or night it was, there would always be a collection of deathworlders drinking, eating or just chatting away with a scattering of interested parties watching on and satisfying their curiosity about the various deathworlders who would pass through.

This night, there was a discussion going on between a Drell, a Shabreth and a Grasth, about which one of their home planets was the worst deathworld and would kill anyone who visited without adequate protection and knowledge.

The Drell was going on about how their home planet was the worst and most dangerous because it would have earthquakes that would strike without warning and bring down buildings not constructed to sufficient safety protocols. The quakes would happen two or even three times a year and unfortunately kill dozens of Drell even with the best protections.

The Grasth said that the Drell planet was bad but the Grasth home planet was worse. They had giant storms that would form over their oceans and build in power and then travel hundreds of miles striking any settlement in it’s path and destroying structures, flooding the land and killing or injuring hundreds every year. They would see 5-6 of these storms build up every year and causing damage that would be dozens of miles wide when it hit land.