Well I yell out that someone just got pulled under by the sinking boat and run over there.

*Starts searching for food.*

Every one on the beach (this excludes those in the water, those in the jungle, and those in the little village/clearing-thing) hear Moe as he rushes towards into the water.

"The yacht!" he cries, stopping when the water reaches waste level. "I don't see anyone out there... Weren't there people out there?"

Oh s**t, many of you who are just chilling out on the beach think. Oh s**t.

Jerry and Skandor stop only briefly to look up and see what the commotion is all about, then they get back to work on the shelter. Night will fall in less than an hour, they have a lot of work ahead of them building the shelter.

"Someone get a fire going!" Jerry calls out.

"The wood in that pile are for the fire," Skandor says.



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At the banks to the stream: TraumaMamma, Kero, Chez, and Reboot stare down at the dead body of their absolute favorite plimate; each of them saddened at the loss... Especially the ladies who secretely hoped to have crazy wild sex with donteatpoop but now realize that this can never be possible within the confines of this thread.




Here's the tally I have so far, hopefully I'm not missing anyone:

Out at the yacht:

Madhatteraggie & Smarty1052 - both in the cabin of the yacht as it is just beginning to sink

Johndx - treading water for several hours now outside of the yacht, but has just been pulled under the water with the undertow of the sinking ship.

On the beach:

Sykeo56 - crispy burned on the backside and completely naked.

Moe - freshly returned from an apparently self appointed scouting mission to the other side of the island, presently standing in the water looking out at the sinking yacht.

Vexingmodstwo - standing on the beach searching for cast members of the televisions series LOST; clearly in shock.

Suebe - Eating a bit of coconut, holding on to a few cigarettes.

Browntrout - Just sort of standing in the sand, pointing out the "pee area" in the water to those who mention their need to urinate.

Hoosker - Standing in front of a crate at the tideline. He thought he was dead for a while, he might still be contemplating the fragility of life, or he may not have yet realized that he hadn't yet died.

Alton - standing on the beach, having done nothing since looking up and down the beach.

Pocksucket - standing on the beach trading cigarettes for "favors".

CrazieSean - Scratching his balls... for a really long time... Maybe you should get that checked out, Sean.

MuppetMaker - Standing at the top of a small hill a little further up the beach, conch in hand. He hasn't moved since he gave his speech, probably saddened that his words fell on deaf ears.

Dollyllama - Still peeing in the ocean. Damn girl, how much did you drink?

Bornbad - standing on the beach making references to the televisions series LOST; clearly in shock.

Sholom22 - standing on the beach believing that he owns the place and that these other people are intruders. Poor guy, must be in shock.

mutil8or - standing on the beach, hasn't spoken a word since witnessing Jerry520 grab Sykeo56's boner. Poor guy, must be in shock.


On beach, working on shelter

Jerry520

SkandarGraun

Near the mango tree grove:

Coldbladed - Hasn't moved since that spear nearly hit him. Poor guy, he must be in shock.

Clscott - Hasn't moved since witnessing DoggyLives pounding a dead money's head to mush. Poor girl, she must be in shock.

In a shallow cave equipped with plenty of firewood and fruit

Doggylive - he may be wondering why he didn't tell anyone else about the cave... then again, he may also just be releshing the quiet time.

At the banks of the stream:

Donteatpoop - RIP

Reboot - wiping a tear from his eye.

Kero - sitting on the ground beside DEP's body.

Chez - staring with undisguised yearning at donteatpoop's dead form, praying that rhigomortis kicks in soon

TraumaMamma - weaping openly at the death of such a studly and well hung man.

In the clearing/village:

Cheeselog - in a hut, blind folded and holding his hands behind his back as though they are still tied.



I think that's everyone. Hope I didnt miss any of you. If I did, just get all pissy or something.


edit: Jerry520 has abandoned the shelter, leaving Skandar to finish the job. He wanders off in search of food, having eaten nothing but half of a coconut all day.

*Frolics gleefully in the distance, like the fish that I am, laughing at the land bound abandoned mammals on a small island*

Lurking, furtively.

He's up to something, that one. Look at him.

Shifty bugger.

Begins to tear pieces of her clothes off to make rope to tie pieces of boards together to make a raft. Tells smarty to start getting naked if they want to live as they are makig their way out of the cabin with bags in tow. Is trying to also figure out if there is a way to save not only us but John.

Hears the wailing coming from the shoreline and runs over to see DEP. Drops to the ground and starts howling "Why, oh why?" Starts planning the memorial and burial.

(Realizing I'm in a cabin and my captors have left)

I lift off my blindfold and notice a large bowl with a small amount of rice in it. I discard the rice a few feet away from the door (the only entrance to the room i am held in).

I drop my pants and proceed to poop and pee in the large bowl. Then, using the rope i cut from my hands, I cleverly situate the bowl above the door so that when it is open, the large bowl will fall upon whoever enters.

Blindfold off, boxcutter in hand and heart pumping with adrenaline, i kneel down and wait next to the door.

*After helping to turn the dead body over to realize it's DEP lying on the shallow watery ground, I search his body looking for some obvious sign of cause of death. While searching, I go through his pockets and recover the ring DEP had removed from my finger the night before*

*I hear weeping and gasping some distance behind me, aside from Chez, myself and DEP, I don't realize anyone else is near*

*I start to remember chopped events from the night before; the cosmopolitans on the yacht, the distant fire on the nearby island, the crashing, the swim, seeing DEP walk away before passing out, waking up sore and thirsty:

"I... i... "

*Looks up at Chez*

So I tuck the knife into the back of my belt and dive in the water to see if I did actually see someone go under.

Calls out to Moe "Hey we need a little help here! Hurry up we're sinking fast and I don't have enough clothes on to make rope and be decent!"

*heads back to where the shelter is being made after grabbing various fruits and melons, and a few coconuts for both of us to enjoy.*

Thank God I found all of these, I was starving.
*continues finishing up the shelter.*

I'm going to try and sneak a few in while my wife is at the stores.

The fish named Dave mocked the mammals from among the coral.

You are so engrossed with the foolishness on the beach that you don't notice the sudden shift in current and tug of a nearby undertow. A moment later you find yourself starting to go deeper than you intended to be.

It takes little work for you to swim out of it, I mean you're a damn fish for crying out loud; you are back in safer water in moments.

But then, so is the shark.

You notice the shadow too late and soon find yourself staring into the open, razor tooth lined mouth.

The teeth tear you to bits, leaving a cloud of red hovering around the sharks mouth; expanding every time itmopens it's mouth and chomps down again.

The pain is excruciating but brief. You are rended to small, digestable pieces of raw fish meat.

When madhatteraggie starts tearing away her clothes despite the fact that she is being dragged under water by the vacuum created by the sinking yacht and the huge branch of coral that snapped off.

Needless to say this does little to help her fight the pull, and she finds herself decending deeper into the water. Her lungs begin burning for oxygen and the surface becomes farther and farther away.

It isn't long before cheeselog hears the approaching conversation of two Italians, their dialogue not loud enough for him to hear anything more than tone (not that he could have understood them anyway.) The tones were business-like.

Probably deciding what to do with me, cheeslog thinks as he stands waiting behind the door with the blade in hand.

The two get right outside the door and stand there for a moment talking. In the end the one who you are pretty sure is in charge says "Dismissio." (I'm sure that;s not Italian, but I'm on freaking dial-up here; I ain't translating s**t.)

The door opens. The bucket falls. Cheeselog jumps out from behind the door with his blade at the ready.

It was not the commander-in-chief, but it was a younger man. He looked like he was in his teens.

He's throwing up a little in his mouth, clearly not dealing well with the fecal ambush manuever (F.A.M.)

He's not exactly being quiet about the whole affair, but he hasn't noticed you yet. It might be a natural reflex to close your eyes when you find your head suddenly covered in piss and s**t.

Cheeselog could kill him easily. Or maybe the kid would make a better hostage. And s**t, Cheese thinks; How far off is that commader guy?

...Did he hear any of this?

Moe dives into the water, swimming as fast as he can towards the sinking SS Plime. There's no way he'll make it in time, he has no dillusions otherwise; but if they manage to escape one of them could become injured and in need of some assisted swimming back to shore.

Skandar is just finishing up the shelter when Jerry returns, tossing a mango over. The two of them sit down, practically exhausted; munching on some melons as the sun draws ever nearer to the liquidic horizon.

"Hey, is someone going to start a fire or what?" Skandar yells.

"Yeah," Jerry chimes in; "What the hell you guys?!"

The two share a brief laugh.

Instead of swimming up toward the surface, decides to swim sideways until she is out of the vaccum pull(thank you survival training for teaching me the one thing i remember)

Suebe arrives at the stream banks. Donteatpoop. Dead. To think of all the times he stopped people from consuming crap...

He was a hero, suebe said; tears in her eyes. If only it had been someone else...

Finally coming to her senses, Maggie remembered that she should swim the f**k out of the vacuum instead of removing her clothes.

It doesn't take long before she makes her way to the surface to find Smarty treading water waiting for her. She takes huge gulps of air when she surfaces, having subjected her lungs to a particularly cruel toture. Her heart beats heavily all the way up in her throat.

"You okay?" Smarty asks.

Maggie nods her head "Yes."

"Good," he says. "You started taking your clothes off and I was like 'what the f**k is she doing?' I thought you'd lost it. Hahahaa."

"What about John?" she asks, looking around and not seeing johndx anywhere.

"He didn't come back up," Smarty says. "It was wierd, he was just sort of zombied out and treading water... I've never seen anything like it."

Letting out a sign and spitting a little salt water out of her mouth, Maggie turns towards the shore to see someone swimming towards them.

Swim up to them and ask if everyone is OK and if anyone needs help getting to shore.

I wake up after a long dream involving water. I feel rested, but a bit damp.

I stand up, and look around me. I notice the wrecked boat, and a bit of a commotion going on there, and a bunch of plimates hanging out. Then I notice Sykeos ass sticking up with a palm frond between his cheeks. I wonder if I'm still dreaming.

*Seeing that no one else has started a fire, I finish up some more fruit,and begin working on starting a fire.*