DAY 0 - Morning

[islandiastaff]

[Good morning, contestants!

One moment, you were receiving a mysterious envelope marked "Greetings from Islandia". The next moment, you're waking up on a beach.

Twenty-four people are scattered across the sands of a beautiful tropical beach, all somewhere in the middle of waking up. To your right, a sunrise over a gentle sea. To your left, dense, vibrant jungle.

There are two signs of civilization here! One is a shipwreck, about half of a good-sized ship emerging morosely from the waves. The other is a wooden sign at the edge of the jungle, showing simply an arrow pointing deeper into the island. Looking a bit closer, there is a narrow but well-maintained path into the jungle.

Welcome to Islandia!]

Comments

[s2g]

[ a lean-cut figure on the edge of the water! he's tall, dark, and handsome—just kidding, he's actually little more than trash, and currently still half-buried in the sand like a piece of driftwood that just so happened to wash up on the shore.

there's water—everywhere. it makes his spine tingle in a way that's neither good or bad, but rather a bit of both. he blinks sand-blind eyes behind his shades, licks his lips where the sand clings to them. nah, it's real alright. ]

You gotta be shittin' me.

[ he doesn't know how to swim. ]