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During one trip on Cap’n’s boat, we struck a glacier that somebody left outside. Most of the people on the ship swam to a nameless, uninhabited island. The island contains what seems to be a limitless amount of supplies, which means that the survivors could go and make their own little country if they felt like it.
Rules:
You play only as the character that’s listed on your profile. It could be quite amusing if we have several different characters from different creations interacting. It’s very possible to enjoy yourself without trying to jack up your character’s power level to match somebody else’s.
Don’t ask if there is a certain thing on the island. If it’s within the realm of reason, just pretend it was already there.
No dirty stuff. Take that to PMs or your post will be edited or removed. Don’t think I won’t enforce this rule.
No backseat crap. Do not tell people how to roleplay their own character.
No railroading. If somebody doesn’t want to be included in what you’re doing, that’s final.
No disruptiveness. If you go out of your way to try to make somebody else miserable, that could warrant actual punishment.
Make sure you know what’s going on before you join in. If there is a conflict, it’s best to wait until things quiet down to introduce your character. -
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The devil lay still in the sand.
To an outside observer, it wouldn’t be immediately evident if he was unconcious, or if he was just lounging in the sun like a cat on a windowsill.
After a minute or so, his spaded tail swung from one side to another twice, and he let out a low groan into the sand. PJ rolled over onto his back, looking up into the sky.“Whose idea was this trip?” He asked, barely audible. He placed his hands at his sides, and sat up, looking over the horizon for anybody who didn’t quite make it to shore yet, or even another ship. “Maybe I can just hide someplace until this blows over.”
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Brushing himself off, the captain jumped to his feet as if nothing had happened. “Well, that was unexpected!” He grumbled under his breath, as his eyes gazed at the surroundings. Seeing a familiar shape in the sand he grinned and called out, “PJ! PJ! Look where we are! Isn’t this wonderful?” He shouted, oblivious to the disaster that had befallen them. He skipped over to the figure and jumped up and down, “Where will we go on our new adventure, PJ?” He chirped happily.
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Total darkness. That had been the last thing Feliks had seen before he was knocked out by a rock whilst he swam frantically after jumping off the sinking boat. Was he dead? Nie, you don’t normally hear seagulls or the sound of waves in hell. Slowly, the Pole opened his lazy emerald eyes to see a bright blue sky. He took a moment to realize he was drenched to the bone, his dress shirt sticking to him. He shakily sat up, noting the sand all through his blonde locks. Great, that like totally wasn’t cool. He stood up, as another wave washed over him, more sand snaking into his trousers. Now that was just plain nasty. Feliks looked around, seeing no sign of survivors. He finally found his voice, and spoke out. “Gdzie ja jestem?”
((Translation: Where am I?)) -
PJ let out a low growl. He’d been found by the Cap’n, which could have very well been one of the very last things he wanted to do on the island. As the one responsible for the shipwreck approached him, he stood up, averting his eyes from the captain. “I don’t know what you want to do on our new ‘adventure’—but I could go for some beef jerky, or even some food from my homeland.” He hoped that, at the very least, it would goad Cap’n into looking for something for his so-called friend. With a sigh, he made his way away from the shore, heading towards the center of the island, and then propping himself up against a tree as he rested.
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Feliks walked along the beach, his feet in the surf, holding up his sagging trousers to prevent more discomfort. He walked for a good half an hour before he saw something come into view. Something human shaped. Survivors? The blonde trudged forward, running now, toward something that appeared to be the ship’s captain. Feeling confident, he called out to the man. “Like, hey! You like totally came off that sinking boat, right?!”
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*Back on the iceberg, the Yuki Onna sighed and spoke to herself, dismay could be heard in her voice as she started her monologue*
You know, couldn’t you have hit this nice little block of ice I created a bit better? This way, I would have more spirit energy to feast on…I guess things never go fully according to plan, ara~
*She descended the iceberg and, in Youkai manner, started to hunt down the remaining survivors. She wasn’t much into eating their raw flesh, instead she used her control over chilliness to immobilize them before sapping out their life force* -
“No railroading. If somebody doesn’t want to be included in what you’re doing, that’s final.”
Have fun trying to kill everybody.
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