*Wakes up farther down the beach to the sound of some jackass blowing on a conch shell.

Makes his way inland, to find a higher vantage point to assess his surroundings.

mobase travels up a small hill not far from the treeline and takes in the view of the beach. Some people are still passed out in the sand, others seem to be just standing around. At the ship out at sea is someone treading water and a shark swimming dangerously close to the guy.

In the jungle he sees several fruit bearing trees and farther away a small clearing, though he cannot make out what is in the clearing.

"WTF was that!?!?!"

*picks up spear.*

::Finally comes to and turns on back. The sun is bright even with the eyes still closed. Brings a hand to shield the eyes and tries to sit up. The ocean is calm:

What happened last night?

::Gets up and turns around::

Cheeselog attempts to pull the spear from the trunk of the tree, but finds this more difficult than he initially expected. Planting one foot on the trunk he yanks the spear loose.

The spear has a metal tip to it, not a stone or a sharp end of a stic, but an actual metal tip.

Nothing can be seen in the jungle.


Kero shields her eyes and looks around on the beach to find several of her friends from the plime yacht scattered; some standing and some still asleep.

She remembers bits and pieces of the night before, a lot of boozing and Moe's decision to "just let the ship cruise with the current, let the sea take us where it will" and then CRASH, they hit some coral and had to abandon the ship and swim for the island.

She remembers that they knew the island was there thanks to the onboard sonar navigation system as well as the glow of a distant fire somewhere on the island.

"A javelin?"

"Hey guys, I'm going in to see what's up."

*Walks into jungle with javelin*

As if his lyrics were prophetic, mutil8or's eye suddenly caught the poised red ass of sykeo. His lyrics ended abruptly having been confronted with such a sight.

Nearby, bornbad continued to talk LOST talk to some of the other castaways, oblivious to the need to survive and perhaps assuming that everyone else would take care of things for him.

Cheeselog steps a bit deeper into the jungle with the spear in hand, searching for the source. After taking less than a dozen steps he feels a sharp pain in the back of his head and hears a resounding "bop" before his ears began ringing and his vision began swimming. He was soon swallowed by darkness.

When next cheesey opened his eyes, he found his arms bound behind his back and a blindfold covering his eyes.

::A headache ensues. Starts walking to where the other plimates have gathered. Arrives at destination to see others doing their own stuff. Feels incredibly thirsty:

Got to find some fresh water

:Goes inland in search of fresh water::

Meanwhile, the smokey monster gave DEP lung cancer (Which the island cured) and he thanked Bornbad for following LOST so closely.

I must have died <---insert sadly facial expression

You can't possibly be dead. You just haven't done anything since planting a palm frond in sykeo's butt. You're one of the guys that's just sort of standing on the beach.

Keros goes inland, stepping through the jungle and past coldbladed who seems to be staring blankly up at the trees. She follows his gaze and sees the mangos...

Shrugging her shoulders, she continues to move, stepping through the thick jungle for a long while until she hears the sound of running water.

::Parts the low leaves with hands:

Water!

::Kneels at the bank and starts drinking. The coolness breathes life back to the sore muscles from the swim of last night::

I pick up a spear, and go around...all the way around, down the beach. I will attempt to contact the locals in their own village, and win them over with my animal magnetism which will enchant all the females of the tribe.

*wakes up, looks around*

Goddamn, I've been out for a while. Who else is here, I wonder?

The cool water refreshes you. If feels great on the throat, your thirst so great that it almost tastes sweet. A few fish dart past you in the water, shadows against the muddy bottom.

Then something else comes floating down stream. Something that has you quickly on your feet and backing away in shock. A body floats by, face down.
You pick up a piece of driftwood, (only one spear has been mentioned so far Moe, and it's in CheeseLOG's hands) and start walking the beach. You walk the sands for almost half an hour, finding yourself on the other side of the island with no sign of locals anywhere in site... Well almost no sign. You stare up at the skeletal remains of a man, hanging from a frayed old and worn out rope which is strung from a tree. It sways a bit in the wind. It's flesh and clothing have been long picked away by scavengers.

You don't have to wonder for long. You glance to your left and right and find a few of your fellow plimates, one singing navy drinking songs, another talking about a critically acclaimed television series, another pondering whether he is alive or dead; and another sound asleep with his face down in the sand and his ass up in the air, a bit of greenery sticking out of his hole.

:wakes up groggily:

The f**k? Last thing I remember was Sean dancing half naked pouring shots in my mouth.

"babe, the cuffs are a little tight"

*walks over to the person with their face down and ass up, and makes sure that they're breathing okay, ignoring the greenery.*

:: Wonders what the hell all these bums are doing on his private island...::

Wiping the blood from the monkey's spattered brains off my hand and face I walk towards Clscott and shout "Don't be alarmed, it's just MONKEY brain!"