You awake. The desert around you is endless, except for where it ends. Which is ten metres away, in every direction. At this point, the island gives way to a glittering, sparkling, endless sea. Except for where it ends - which is, this time, somewhere you cannot see. Because, dear traveller, you are stranded. Stranded on an island of not-so-endless desert, and definitely limited supplies of dessert (should you be so inclined to enjoy a meal of sand after tea, which would probably consist of salt soup, and most probably not of slug souffle).
The reason you are here, though, is simply because I am not. I was here, moments ago, because I was summoned by the person who was here before me, but was not when I arrived. Savvy?
For me, they left only what they had in their pockets - a limited edition Shrek action figure, a ball of pocket fluff, and a maze of twisty passages, all alike. I pulled the wax from the ears of the action figure, and using friction caused between the pocket fluff and my teeth, lit the minature candles it created. Before the candles could be poofed out by a rogue breeze or bonsai elephant, I started into the maze. Behind me, I left the pocket fluff in a trail (hoping to Merlin that there were no hungry, pocket-fluff-eating seagulls in this maze. We all know what happened to Gansel and Hretel). Many a wrong-turn ended in a dead end or a Broadway production of Spamalot, and I was forced to retrace my steps, collect my fluff, and continue in a new direction.
Eventually I emerged from the darkness of the tunnels. It took a few painful moments for my eyes to adjust to the light, and while I waited, I chewed thoughtfully on the Shrek action figure. Limited edition or not, I was in fact hungry.
When I could see properly, I dropped my jaw in amazement. Hastily, I picked it back up, dusted it off and reattached it to my face. This place was amazing! It was beautiful! It was -
What? Picking up the maze of twisty passages, all alike, I noticed that my pockets were empty. What had become of my posessions? Suddenly, I knew.
You awake. The desert around you is endless, except for where it ends. On the ground at your feet is a mouldy orange, a llama wearing a turban, and a Mexican Hatdance (whatever that is). And it's time to get off the Island.
Mystic Guilden
15 years ago
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Endaira: [act]singing[/act]
Stuck on an Island in the middle of the sea,
So much space lets me feel free,
But with no food or drink to consume,
This Island may be our doom!
But did I mention I was a pirate when I was little? If there's a way off this island, I will find it.
Rodwen: Where do we start then?
Endaria: Start what?
Rodwen: Getting off this island.
Endaria: Is this like that survivor show? Because if it is we could just ask some of them nice crew guys to let us off.
Linny: well mean while we could eat the mouldy orange *licks lips*
Llama: *looks possesivley at the mouldy orange*
Linny: *growls*
Rodwen: and here i was thinking i was alone on this island
Linny: i came in the hat
Endaria: which hat?
Linny: the sand coloured one. It might have been made of sand..any way back to the mouldy orange
Llama: *has eaten it*
Linny: grrr
Wanderer Ward
15 years ago
Wanderer Ward
Dreamscape Artist
Adria: The llama ate the badness and will soon die for he did not remove the mould from that mouldy orange afore he consumed of it.
Rodwen: How many more of you are there?
Adria: I am the Mexican, and that there is my hatdance.
Endaira: Can you help us off this island?
Adria: Alas, I have circumnavigated this sandy land in my vessel yonder. There is no way off. We must stay here and die, or wait for another wakening. It is told they happen when the moon is full.
Mystic Guilden
15 years ago
Sun Nov 02 2008, 10:30am
Mystic Guilden
Mage
Endaira: [act]singing again[/act]
Perhaps we should head over there,
And ask that strange creature for help,
Unless none of you truly care,
And decided to live off seaweed and kelp!
Rodwen: Ask what creature?
Endaira: The one over there [act]points[/act]
Strange Creature: What’s up?
Linny: I don’t know, he looks kind of dangerous to me.
[act]Cuts back to Strange creature who is now growling and showing sharp teeth[/act]
Adria: Now that’s a tad inconsistent. :-?
Linny: Perhaps we should try to build a shelter, before that storm sets in.
Adria: What storm?
[act]Dark storm clouds suddenly appear on the horizon[/act]
Adria: Oh :|
Endaira: I was a world class architect when I lived in France. We will have the Taj Mahal of beach shacks built in no time.
Rodwen: What’s it like in France? :D
Endaira: Ah, French.
Rodwen: o_O
Linny: So where do we start?
Adria: Branches!
Endaira: That hut over there has palm fronds too. I'll collect those.
[act]The group wander off in search of building materials[/act]
