Stranded: Day One

>Play air guitar for an hour or two.

Yeah!!!!!
You do your best to play the air guitar while loudly humming to yourself.

>Wait, no, that's stupid. Look for supplies instead.

You realize that you should do something productive.

>Equip driftwood as a club, and walk up the hill to get a better look at your surroundings.

You already have a small knife that you are totally skilled in wielding, but you pick up the driftwood anyways.

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You walk onto the hill.
Looks like this island is pretty much all forest and beaches.
The trees are pink for some reason.
It’s pretty big looking down the shore in either direction.

>Write your name into the sand to claim the island as your own!

You run down to the shore again.

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You write your nickname into the beach.
This island is now yours!
You name it “Zalex Island.”

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?: Ǩut ṡeza rǎxi?
?: Tiṡ!

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IPESAK: What is that?
ZAGISHAY: Quiet!
ZAGISHAY: I think it’s dangerous.
IPESAK: It played air guitar and sung loudly for two whole hours, and it’s now just playing in the sand.
IPESAK: Anything that plays air guitar can’t be dangerous!
ZAGISHAY: Well, I think it’s still untrustworthy.