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6 people are deposited on an island.

 

The 1st night someone accidentally activates a barrier.

 

In the tv studio the producers quickly realise that they can't get anybody out or in but the automatic cameras' signals are still working. They decide to relabel the show as fiction.

 

Now which character do you wish to start with?



Written by catprog on 17 December 2000

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You blink softly, squinting a bit at the warm sun rays above you. Muttering something about being tossed out on a beach, you get to your feet and look around. Blue, floating buoys are positioned in a circle about 30 feet out from the shoreline in an arc around you. You realize that must be the barrier that had flipped on earlier.
While running your fingers through your hair to get the sand out, you notice a dense, jungle-like area toward what you assume is the middle of the island. With a determined nod, you head towards it. After all, your goal is different from the one the other simpletons here had in mind.
Sure, there was the prize for the contest, but you had come with your own goals in mind. Long ago, your father had mentioned a strange island in the shape of a lion?s head that held a mystical power that no one quite understood yet. However, he would never tell you the nature of the power, or what it did. Due to this fact, you had always shrugged it off as some weird story he used to tell simply to entertain you when you were a kid. After seeing an aerial view of the island in a promotional trailer, your opinion quickly changed. Clear as day, the island looked like the head of a lion your father had talked about.
You enter the jungle, a bit unsure of where to go first. Looking to your left and right, all you can really make out is more trees. You look behind you back at the beach. Your father never mentioned where on the island this power was hidden. Having no real directions and no clue where the other players of the game are, you weigh your options.



Written by Zorpix on 07 June 2014

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You decide to go deeper into the jungle, as there was nothing helpful on the beach. You walk straight forward for about a minute or so, doing your best to be quiet, when you see a sleeping tiger in a clearing in front of you. You silently back away and decide to try another route. Good thing you didn?t start yelling to see if anyone was around!

 

Trying a new route, you end up heading to the left of your original destination for about a mile before trying to head toward the center of the island again. Instead of a tiger, you come across a dirt path that seems to stretch all the way out to the beach behind you, but goes as far as you can see into the jungle in front of you. Wiping some sweat that has been gathering on your brow, you head down the path toward the jungle. It?s really hot in here, and it occurs to you that, because this is a dome, whoever is running this show is probably in control of the climate. Hopefully they give some rain or something soon.

 

As you continue pushing aside leaves the side of your torso and dodging vines that hang in your face, you feel something ticklish on your legs. At first, you had thought it was just a leaf or plant that had been brushing it, but now the tickling has grown more consistent and more unnerving. You reach a hand down to swat at whatever?s bothering you, only to freeze in terror as your skin brushes something fuzzy. Screaming, you stomp your foot, knocking loose a huge goliath spider. The ungodly creature raises its front two legs at you in a challenging stance, and pounces before you can react. Its fangs meet your leg, though it takes a moment for the pain to set in. After injecting its venom, the bastard drops off your leg and scuttles away into the dense undergrowth.

 

You fall to the ground, examining the bite on the back of your left leg. It?s already starting to swell and turn a gross purpleish color. Your vision is starting to blur slightly, and you can literally feel your tongue drying out. You frantically rack your brain for any type of solution. The only things that come to mind are trying to squeeze out the poison or going further in and looking for help, keeping your leg still as possible.



Written by Zorpix on 02 August 2014

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You decide that sitting down and trying to get the venom out would only make things harder, as you?d have to get back up after doing so, if it worked. Besides, working your leg would only drive the liquid further into your bloodstream, paralyzing you more. Dragging your leg behind you, you start limping along the path.

 

Your vision is a little blurred around the edges, but it feels like the poison is mostly staying down in your leg. You keep it as stiff as you can, only bending it to avoid knocking it on roots or other plants in the path. You feel your mouth growing dry, suddenly very aware that you haven?t eaten or drank anything all day. Still, hunger is the least of your worries if you don?t find something to help this leg.

 

About a half mile in, you hear some kind of thudding footsteps, too large to be human. It doesn?t deter your walk though, as you figure your situation can?t get much worse. Growing rapidly closer, you see a bunch of people riding on what looks like boars. These people being your last chance at survival, you wave an arm wildly, hoping to signal some kind of response from them. It looks like they?re on their way to you anyways, but their pace seems to quicken when they can tell how wobbly you are.

 

The man in front has brown skin, and his body is covered in strange paintings that must be symbolic of something. Hopping off his boar, he walks over to you. Instantly noticing your swollen leg, he signals to the other people around him and scoops you up in powerful arms. The other tribesmen bring up the chief?s boar, and he hops on with you still in his arms. With a squeal, the animals turn around and head further down the path.

 

While it?s a bit of a bumpy ride, you feel fairly calm in knowing that there are people who seem to know how to help you. Closing your eyes, you try to relax a bit, but before even a few minutes have passed, you all arrive at a little village made up of small lean-tos. The chief gets off his animal and carries you to the largest one. Jars and bowls filled with all kinds of liquids and creams scatter the ground, leaving you a bit worried about their organization system.

 

Due to all the bouncing, your vision has grown a little worse, but that doesn?t stop the chief from holding up two jars. The labels on them look like they?d be a bit crude even without your bad vision. One looks like an octopus, the other has a circle with a few sticks poking out of it. The chief nods to them, asking ?Which?? in surprisingly good English.



Written by Zorpix on 03 August 2014


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