Monster Island: Explore - Act 1
01-10-2018, 08:20 AM
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Sand. Sand in your teeth, sand in your hair. Sand everywhere. You choke on it, rolling over. A great meal sand does not make. The shore laps at your hands, outstretched in pain. 1... 4.... 8, yes, all your fingers are still attached.
You move an inch and regret it immediately as pain wracks your body. Okay, not quite yet.
The water licks at the top of your hair. You think there might be some seaweed in there too. You turn your neck, as the rust fades in loud cracks. Looking upwards, you see the ocean. Looking forwards, the sky. Something is circling you, far far above. In fact, it's probably circling the clouds above rather than you.
Your knees make horrid sounds as you stretch your legs out ahead of you. Hm. It seems something took your boots. A shame, truly. You liked those boots. They were your only pair.
...Not that that matters now. Your stuff is probably scattered throughout this beach, if not somewhere deep in the ocean. You feel your clothes clinging to your body, however, which is a relief. They might be a bit tattered, but you're decent.
You suddenly rush to your left side, and breathe a sigh of relief to find your PDA there. Without it you'd never make it off this accursed island.
You hear a long beep, and your spirits sink once more.
Of course it's out of batteries.
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Lying here, in the sand, is probably the least productive thing you can do. May as well get on with it. Slowly standing, you stretch all your limbs, wiping grime off your metallic shell. Looking in your vicinity, you pick up your cap. Must've fallen off.
It even has your name on it!
And that is...?
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Sand. Sand in your teeth, sand in your hair. Sand everywhere. You choke on it, rolling over. A great meal sand does not make. The shore laps at your hands, outstretched in pain. 1... 4.... 8, yes, all your fingers are still attached.
You move an inch and regret it immediately as pain wracks your body. Okay, not quite yet.
The water licks at the top of your hair. You think there might be some seaweed in there too. You turn your neck, as the rust fades in loud cracks. Looking upwards, you see the ocean. Looking forwards, the sky. Something is circling you, far far above. In fact, it's probably circling the clouds above rather than you.
Your knees make horrid sounds as you stretch your legs out ahead of you. Hm. It seems something took your boots. A shame, truly. You liked those boots. They were your only pair.
...Not that that matters now. Your stuff is probably scattered throughout this beach, if not somewhere deep in the ocean. You feel your clothes clinging to your body, however, which is a relief. They might be a bit tattered, but you're decent.
You suddenly rush to your left side, and breathe a sigh of relief to find your PDA there. Without it you'd never make it off this accursed island.
You hear a long beep, and your spirits sink once more.
Of course it's out of batteries.
...
...
Lying here, in the sand, is probably the least productive thing you can do. May as well get on with it. Slowly standing, you stretch all your limbs, wiping grime off your metallic shell. Looking in your vicinity, you pick up your cap. Must've fallen off.
It even has your name on it!
And that is...?
i'm a rad teen, confirmed good dog, and i try to do things sometimes.
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