intro

[pinkprismstaff]

You don't remember getting knocked out.

That's the best descriptor for the feeling you experience before you wake up. There's a glittering absence of color to your field of vision, and a sensation that you aren't yourself, you aren't anything in particular. Abruptly, unpleasantly, you wake up in a strange, sunny location. Where that is might vary--laying in a sun chair on the pool deck, draped over the skee-ball machine in the arcade, face down in a cart in the laundry room....or just stretched out in the long, long expanse of sand surrounding the island.

There doesn't seem to be anyone else here, aside from the others who have woken up and have as little clue where they might be as you do. It's a silent, empty island filled with a lot of questions and few clear answers. What you can conclude are a few things: that you don't get hungry or tired, that any wounds you have don't seem to either heal or worsen, and leaving the island doesn't seem to be possible.

Maybe it would be good to meet with the others who have woken up?

Comments

[oceanicbutterfly]

What makes you think they can't? Maybe they have a stockpile of food and water and can wait there until whatever's going to happen to us has already happened.

[Logic is sure to work here.]

[kurohato]

There's no bathroom in there. I'm sure of it.

[he says this so dramatically]

[pinkprismstaff]

You haven't even been in here!

[ They sound so offended. ]

[kurohato]

Am I right, though?

[HE'S RIGHT. HE KNOWS IT]

[oceanicbutterfly]

It doesn't matter! We're not going to get off this island by yelling at people through doors!

[She is not going to be sad at your execution! If this was actually a murdergame she would definitely end up being sad at his execution.]

[wingtied]

[ She doesn't respond so...yeah, probably. ]

[kurohato]

[gottem]