Main Camp
Jerry
Skandar
Marz
Madhatteraggie
Smarty
Moe
KeroBeros
Chexmix
Hoosker
Sykeo
Vexingmods
Bornbad
MuppetMaker
Alton
Dollyllama
BrownTrout
PockSucket
Sholom
Coldbladed
Clscott
Mutil8or
Secondary camp (cave)
Doggylives
TraumaMamma
Suebe
Reboot
CrazieSean
Held captive
CheeseLog
Mobase
On another side of the beach which has not been explored yet
Nunkii
In the jungle
SparkleyEyedGirl
You are all asleep.
When you are ready to wake up, post here]]>
i was totally ready to be an action hero.
well, there's always tomorrow. back in the office thursday. keep me alive!]]>
Tucking my wonderful super-weapon, aka "the rock" up into my shirt, I'm lead into the cabin. Jeez louise, it reeks- I see the source- A rather sheepish looking italian covered in poo.
I have bigger issues to worry about. I slump down against the wall, take off my shirt to use as a towel. (A bandage would be silly, since my nose is still pouring an alarming amount of blood.)
At this point, I'm not all that concerned with my captors intentions. Wait- I should say, I cant do all that much about my captors intentions. But-If they were accustomed to killing, they'd have done it straightaway. It doesn't mean I'm out of the woods, but I can let all the adrenaline drain from me and act disinterested, concerned only with my now throbbing head and face. Not that big of a stretch, really. I sit back, lean against the wall and tilt my head back to stop some of the bleeding and tuck my rock behind me.
I listen to a heated discussion among the Italians, wondering why it isn't easier to understand. It's a romance language, but the cadence and pronunciation are alien to me. I should've paid more attention is spanish 101.
I peek out through swelling eyes- Cheeselog looks at me, making the universal "shh" finger to the lips, and shows me a box cutter. It ain't much, but it's more than I have. The dumbasses should've searched us.
I start to realize that I'm hungry, and that my mangoes are still out in the clearing. They'd taste really good about now. How depressing.
My head hurts."Let's get some sleep for now," Cheeslog says. "Come morning we need to be prepared to get the hell out of here."
You nod in agreement. There's no sense in running off into the jungle in the middle of the night. Chances are good that you'll either get lost or killed.
You let out a sigh and eventually fall into a light sleep, your broken nose occassionally waking you.
TraumaMamma, craziesean, and suebe
After Sean stumbles into Suebe and TM's path, the three of them make it back to the bank of the stream where Donteatpoop once was.But he is there no longer, the bank of the waterway was empty and the body missing.
"Oh my God!" Suebe says. "Where is he?"
"He couldn't have just walked off," TM replies.
"Who?" Sean asks. "Who the f**k are we talking about?"
"Donteatpoop," Suebe answers.
"Yeah, no problem there," Sean answers, "I hadn't planned on it."
"Planned on what?"
"Eating poop."
"That's not what she's saying, Sean," TraumaMamma interjects.
"Then what is she saying?" He asks.
The girls say it in unison. "Donteatpoop is dead."
There is a moment of shock for Sean. Suebe sighs a little TraumaMamma starts looking around for signs of where he disappeared to.
"Donteatpoop is dead," Sean said aloud. The words sounded hollow. It couldn't be true. How could donteatpoop have died? The man was so brave, so strong, so badass, so undeniably sexy. Wait, Sean thinks. Did I just say that donteatpoop is sexy?
He thinks about it and comes to the realisation that he has always found donteatpoop sexy. "It's not wrong to think that another man is sexy, is it? Does that make me a homosexual?" He asked himself.
Trauma and Suebe turned in shock to face him then. Had Sean been paying attention he would have realized that he had said that out loud and probably shuffled his feet nervously or something; but as it was he was too overcome with grief.
Eventually Trauma stands and adresses her friends.
"There's no signs of any movement that doesn't lead back to camp. So whoever took him either went up the river or back to camp." she paused a moment to let that sink in.
"But either way it doesn't matter right now. We can't do anything about it. We need to get back to that cave for the night and figure things out in the morning."
With nothing else to really do, Suebe and Sean agree with her reasoning and return to the cave, finding Doggylives and Reboot still sleeping.
"Sweet cave," Sean says.
They soon sit down and drift off to sleep.
AT CAMP
Everyone on the beach pretty much returns to the main camp, even coldbladed and clscott return from the mango grove to sleep near the fire.Jerry is selected to take the first watch of the night, making sure no wild animals come out of the jungle or anything crazy like that.
Man, that sucks! Jerry thinks. I'm pretty much the only one who did anything around camp, and I'm stuck with first watch!
As he paces he kicks up some sand. The toe of his show catches on something, though; and Jerry bends down to investigate what it is. It is a thick electrical line.
"What the hell is that doing out here?" He asks himself.
He puzzles over this for much of the nigth. When it is time, he wakes Skandar for the second watch, telling him about the line before drifting off himself.]]>
I am going to make a post or two that describe the end of the night here and then I am going to start a new thread for day two (Just so we don't have to start digging through the pages when we are trying to keep up.
So please, no new posts unless you're just dropping a comment or something.
Some of you will be put temporarily on 'puppet mode', where I will basically take control of you. Don't worry, I won't kill anyone off in puppet mode, I'm just getting you to some sort of shelter so that you can sleep.]]>
Tucking my wonderful super-weapon, aka "the rock" up into my shirt, I'm lead into the cabin. Jeez louise, it reeks- I see the source- A rather sheepish looking italian covered in poo.
I have bigger issues to worry about. I slump down against the wall, take off my shirt to use as a towel. (A bandage would be silly, since my nose is still pouring an alarming amount of blood.)
At this point, I'm not all that concerned with my captors intentions. Wait- I should say, I cant do all that much about my captors intentions. But-If they were accustomed to killing, they'd have done it straightaway. It doesn't mean I'm out of the woods, but I can let all the adrenaline drain from me and act disinterested, concerned only with my now throbbing head and face. Not that big of a stretch, really. I sit back, lean against the wall and tilt my head back to stop some of the bleeding and tuck my rock behind me.
I listen to a heated discussion among the Italians, wondering why it isn't easier to understand. It's a romance language, but the cadence and pronunciation are alien to me. I should've paid more attention is spanish 101.
I peek out through swelling eyes- Cheeselog looks at me, making the universal "shh" finger to the lips, and shows me a box cutter. It ain't much, but it's more than I have. The dumbasses should've searched us.
I start to realize that I'm hungry, and that my mangoes are still out in the clearing. They'd taste really good about now. How depressing.
My head hurts.]]>
*grabs TM by the shoulders and rolls ending up on top of her now*
I say " last one in the water has to streak the Plimvention!"
*takes of running, while stripping down to black leather studded thong*]]>
*grumbles in his sleep*]]>
*jumps towards TM left booble and miss*
*smashes head on a coconut left over from suebe**drops to her knees and puts her face close to Crazie.....Her hair brushes on his face and she says....*
"100,000 sperm to choose from, and you were the fastest????"]]>
/feins an awesome faint...and utters....
"My heart has deflated! Quick – the inflation nozzle is in my left nipple!"*runs torwards, tearing off shirt*
*jumps towards TM left booble and miss*
*smashes head on a coconut left over from suebe*]]>
Poor Marz. Poor, poor Marz. She has forgotten how time works. (sun up Tuesday in the real world (think after midnight tonight).
(and no chocolate cake)I hear a ghostly voice in my head, (Strangely, the voice reminds me of an Uncle who used to hang out with my mom a lot) and suddenly I am more confused..... In the UK it would be past midnight already, what time zone are we in?]]>
*stumbles towards the trees*
*wonders were everyone is**sees Crazie*
/feins an awesome faint...and utters....
"My heart has deflated! Quick – the inflation nozzle is in my left nipple!"]]>
« doggylives : I manage to carry suebe back to my cave with reboot and TM following behind. The walk back to the cave was slowed down by TM's constant attempts to grope my ass but we make it eventually.
I soon fall asleep.
Both of the guys fall asleep back in the cave after they believe the girls to have gone to sleep; ReBoot first with his comfy pink bunny jammies, and DoggyLives soon after. I soon fall asleep.
When the guys were fast asleep, however;
« TraumaMamma : I roll over and whisper to Suebe...
"I need to go look at DEP's body again, and we need to figure out who was with him when he ended up dead. All of us should be very concerned that we could end up with our own 'Columbian Necktie' very soon. We should trust no one. Especially anyone with a knife. Also, we really should bury him, he is starting to funk up the place"
Leaves another coconut behind for each of the guys. She seems to like them.
"Wait," Suebe says; " I'm going with you.""I need to go look at DEP's body again, and we need to figure out who was with him when he ended up dead. All of us should be very concerned that we could end up with our own 'Columbian Necktie' very soon. We should trust no one. Especially anyone with a knife. Also, we really should bury him, he is starting to funk up the place"
Leaves another coconut behind for each of the guys. She seems to like them.
The two of them leave the camp to go after donteatpoop's body; each for a different reason. TM grabs the torch and leads the way; into the darkness of the jungle.
Walking with a limp that only be achieved when you've scratched at your scrotum for eight hours, CrazieSean wanders off into the trees.]]>
I bend over, blood gushing from my now-crushed nose.
The blood drips onto a rock, so I drop to one knee and rest a hand on it, mostly by accident, since my smushed schnoz is gushing blood like a stuck pig. Kee-rist, I hate broken noses. (side note- I've actually had my nose broken so bad it had to be put back together by a specialist from Johns-Hopkins. I'm 6'4", 235lbs and the guy that broke it was 6'8", 320lbs. Thanks, DEP. I will make a note to kick your corpse when plot allows..)
My eyes will stop tearing up in a minute, but that f**ker has a rock headed his way. Soon.While you are still dizzy, you are shoved inside of the cabin with the younger guy who is covered in s**t. The commander looks at the s**t-covered man curiously, then shakes his head and the two of them exit, shutting the door behind him.
You hear a few more people gather outside and the commander shouts some orders. Not long after you see one of them standing at each of the windows, and you presume there is one at the door as well. Guards.
Cheeselog still has the blade in his hand, but is no longer poised to strike. He looks disappointed that he didn't make his move and attack his captor.
« Marz : Since Aggie moved away, I have been staring into the fire in fear of naked, farting Jerry. Someone, not sure who in the dark, puts a palm leaf on him, and this does make me feel better. As I lie in the darkness, I think it can't be that long to sun up, and what in GODS name is taking so long for the sun to rise.
Poor Marz. Poor, poor Marz. She has forgotten how time works. (sun up Tuesday in the real world (think after midnight tonight).« SkandarGraun : I'm still trying to find more food and figure out a way to bake a chocolate cake.
You find lots more coconuts near the beach, but that's about it. It's pretty dark out, so you don't have much lighting for a proper food-hunt. You should probably head back to camp.(and no chocolate cake)]]>
*wonders were everyone is*]]>
"I need to go look at DEP's body again, and we need to figure out who was with him when he ended up dead. All of us should be very concerned that we could end up with our own 'Columbian Necktie' very soon. We should trust no one. Especially anyone with a knife. Also, we really should bury him, he is starting to funk up the place"
Leaves another coconut for Suebe. She seems to like them.]]>
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I manage to carry suebe back to my cave with reboot and TM following behind. The walk back to the cave was slowed down by TM's constant attempts to grope my ass but we make it eventually.
I tie up suebes hands and feet with palm fronds (sorry Suebe, you'll thank me later) so she can't run off into the night to find DEP's dead body.
We all fall asleep.]]>
*calls "cut!" and steps up to camera and gives "the director" a dirty look. Was that really necessary? A broken nose from a rifle butt?*
*steps back into place*
*calls "action!"*
I bend over, blood gushing from my now-crushed nose.
The blood drips onto a rock, so I drop to one knee and rest a hand on it, mostly by accident, since my smushed schnoz is gushing blood like a stuck pig. Kee-rist, I hate broken noses. (side note- I've actually had my nose broken so bad it had to be put back together by a specialist from Johns-Hopkins. I'm 6'4", 235lbs and the guy that broke it was 6'8", 320lbs. Thanks, DEP. I will make a note to kick your corpse when plot allows..)
My eyes will stop tearing up in a minute, but that f**ker has a rock headed his way. Soon.]]>
*hand still in the pants*]]>
*noticing a message inside the bottle, he takes it out and attempts to read but can't for it has obviously been saturated, via a crack in the bottle.
*sticks message in pocket, and covers Jerry in a Palm leave, "Cover yourself."
*Builds an SOS out of sticks and covers it in tender from the forest.
*Lights sign on fire.]]>
I look back at the bushes and shudder.
"I'm okay, quite comfy here really."
I lie back down. Suddenly, knowing Aggie is here, makes me feel safer from naked Jerry, and I feel my eyelids droop.]]>
*Checks to see if anyone has posted it yet*
*Sits in plime chat and waits for survivors*]]>
There is a moment of nervous silence between them before Smarty laughs a bit. "I'm just messing with you guys," he says; "I agree. If everyone finds out they're going to tear through the supplies in no time."
The three of you in agreement, you temporarily stash the bags among the foilage, intending to come back later in the night in order to bury it in the designated spots.
In a low, threatening voice, "Thats a good boy Smarty. Because if you had said a word, you might have had a very unfortunate accident. And we wouldn't want that now would we?" Goes off to hide the supplies, making sure no one notices and then sits next to Marz, staring deeply into the flames.]]>
"Look. This stuff is going to be VERY MUCH wanted in a matter of hours. If we are stupid with this stuff, we will all die not long after it runs out. I suggest that the three of us hide this sh*t for now. In the morning when we can take a look at what we have as a situation, then we can decide what to do with it. Until then, we need to be smart with it, and that requires as few heads as possible. Since the three of us have it, were smart enough to recognize it's value, and everyone else is acting like idiots, I think WE need to take care of it as soon as possible.
I very very strongly suggest that once it is dark dark dark and everyone is relaxed / asleep - i.e. in about 15 minutes, we very quietly bury it here, here, and here" - pointing out three nondescript looking spots.
"Again, our lives are going to depend on what happens to this stuff in the next 48 hours. Each of us should take one of the kitchen knives and keep it on our person at all times. Smarty, you take the odd one out, so you will have two.
In order to ease suspicion, leave the blankets, air mattresses, sheets and beach ball out. The rest of the contents 'never made it to the beach', understood?"
« madhatteraggie : Nods in agreement with Moe and whispers, "So we'll hide the goods and once we get a better bearing on or situation we'll move from there. We should also mention that John didn't make it and that a majority of the stuff went down with him and there was no possible way to salvage it. It'll make it more believable." Turns aroud and notices Marz is looking towards them, so I smile seductively and wink, while hiding the kitchen knife out of view.
"I'm going to tell everyone about the food right now. I think they should know and we should party down and pig out on all of this," Smarty says.There is a moment of nervous silence between them before Smarty laughs a bit. "I'm just messing with you guys," he says; "I agree. If everyone finds out they're going to tear through the supplies in no time."
The three of you in agreement, you temporarily stash the bags among the foilage, intending to come back later in the night in order to bury it in the designated spots.
« KEROberos32 : *In the middle of the night, the crackling of the fire disturbs my slumber. On my skin, the fire feels warm, cozy, a blanket in the cold air of the night that covers the side facing it. Stuck in that realm between awake and asleep, mesmerized by the dancing flames I stare watching the fire and beyond it towards the sea at the same time. In the distance the yacht; in my field of vision I'm seeing but right through it.
*As my eyes scan my surroundings I make peace with the fact that this is not a dream, that I am really here on the sand, facing this fire, stranded on this island. My memories turn back a few hours; getting a cool drink of fresh water when I discovered DEP's dead body. Struggling with the current, going through his pockets. The ring. Tucked in the fifth pocket of my jeans. It's safe. Can't remember how he removed it or why. Suppose I'll never know now, seeing how he is dead. Dead.
*SuckersKlub is dead too. Feeling hardly anything at the thought of his passing. Didn't think his life would end the way it did. To each their own, I suppose. Knowing how many people were actually at the yacht, I wonder who else has perished. I close my eyes and curl tighter to keep warn in light of the dying fire. Soon I doze off again.*
Before you doze off, as you stare into the open sea you realize that you aren't staring through the yacht, but rather that the yacht is no longer there. It must have finally sunk.*As my eyes scan my surroundings I make peace with the fact that this is not a dream, that I am really here on the sand, facing this fire, stranded on this island. My memories turn back a few hours; getting a cool drink of fresh water when I discovered DEP's dead body. Struggling with the current, going through his pockets. The ring. Tucked in the fifth pocket of my jeans. It's safe. Can't remember how he removed it or why. Suppose I'll never know now, seeing how he is dead. Dead.
*SuckersKlub is dead too. Feeling hardly anything at the thought of his passing. Didn't think his life would end the way it did. To each their own, I suppose. Knowing how many people were actually at the yacht, I wonder who else has perished. I close my eyes and curl tighter to keep warn in light of the dying fire. Soon I doze off again.*
And then you doze off or whatever.]]>
*As my eyes scan my surroundings I make peace with the fact that this is not a dream, that I am really here on the sand, facing this fire, stranded on this island. My memories turn back a few hours; getting a cool drink of fresh water when I discovered DEP's dead body. Struggling with the current, going through his pockets. The ring. Tucked in the fifth pocket of my jeans. It's safe. Can't remember how he removed it or why. Suppose I'll never know now, seeing how he is dead. Dead.
*SuckersKlub is dead too. Feeling hardly anything at the thought of his passing. Didn't think his life would end the way it did. To each their own, I suppose. Knowing how many people were actually at the yacht, I wonder who else has perished. I close my eyes and curl tighter to keep warn in light of the dying fire. Soon I doze off again.*]]>
"Look. This stuff is going to be VERY MUCH wanted in a matter of hours. If we are stupid with this stuff, we will all die not long after it runs out. I suggest that the three of us hide this sh*t for now. In the morning when we can take a look at what we have as a situation, then we can decide what to do with it. Until then, we need to be smart with it, and that requires as few heads as possible. Since the three of us have it, were smart enough to recognize it's value, and everyone else is acting like idiots, I think WE need to take care of it as soon as possible.
I very very strongly suggest that once it is dark dark dark and everyone is relaxed / asleep - i.e. in about 15 minutes, we very quietly bury it here, here, and here" - pointing out three nondescript looking spots.
"Again, our lives are going to depend on what happens to this stuff in the next 48 hours. Each of us should take one of the kitchen knives and keep it on our person at all times. Smarty, you take the odd one out, so you will have two.
In order to ease suspicion, leave the blankets, air mattresses, sheets and beach ball out. The rest of the contents 'never made it to the beach', understood?"]]>
Many of you should try to get some sleep.
Unless there's something wicked crazy going on (like the cheeselog/mobase situation) I will just take you over for a post or two and say "you finally went to sleep."
You have until Monday night at 11:00pm EST before I take this action.
On Tuesday the morning of the second day will begin. Please do not post a "Oh sweet, it's morning now yawn and stretch" comment until I announce that it is morning (this will likely be done between 11:00pm Monday and 2:00am Tuesday)]]>
« suebe : I start screaming at doggy "We can't leave DEP there alone in the night, put me down and get your hand off my ass, now! Help me move DEP under cover you dumbass."
Clearly she is not dealing well with Poop's death.« Marz:I lie in the dark, and the fire illuminates Jerry's naked outline. I notice Chez moving away. I too shift further away, towards the back of the shelter. But I can't sleep. I'm far back, but all it takes if for Jerry to shift in his sleep. I'm too traumatised by the shipwrecking, that I don't think I can handle any more penises.
Shivers both from the cold and from the memories. The shipwreck, the perilous swim to shore in the middle of the night, naked Jerry...Your eyes stay wide open, just staring out at the flames.]]>
*Moves closer to the fire to reverse this effect.*Embarassed by the deflated state of his peener, Jerry moves closer to the fire and lies down in the hopes of drifting back off to dream land.
« CheZ :
*realizing that jerry is sleeping naked, I decide to sleep as far away as possible from him yet still close enough to feel the warmth of the fire*
*as I stare off into the distance... wondering why craziesean is still standing on the shore scratching his balls I fall asleep thinking*
Man, he should really get that checked out.
Chez lays down by the fire, a bit away from Jerry. She stares along the beach; her eyes at ground level. So many people are still just standing or sitting around on the beach. So many people lost and confused and trying to process what has happened.*realizing that jerry is sleeping naked, I decide to sleep as far away as possible from him yet still close enough to feel the warmth of the fire*
*as I stare off into the distance... wondering why craziesean is still standing on the shore scratching his balls I fall asleep thinking*
Man, he should really get that checked out.
Poor plimates, so many of them must be in shock. They just sort of woke up and stood there. It's better than scratching your balls compulsively for like eight hourse, though. Sean's scrotum is going to be raw if he keeps it up.
The crack of the fire and the crash of the waves soon rocks you to sleep and you find yourself dreaming of better days. Days when donteatpoop was still alive and you weren't stuck on a f**king tropical island in the middle of the ocean.
« KEROberos32 : *On the way to the camp, she notices SuckersKlub dead on the beach, from some head wound, bled to death, doesn't look twice:
Probably wouldn't have been able to hack it
*I take a sit on the log next to the fire, and stare at the flames dancing, warming my body, trying to remember more details from the previous days*
*Still tired from my ordeal, sleep overcomes me and don't realize what ever is happening around me. I sit on the sand, next to the fire and fall asleep, hoping this is all a dream*
"Let's just let the yacht drift along," Moe said, stepping away from the controls.Probably wouldn't have been able to hack it
*I take a sit on the log next to the fire, and stare at the flames dancing, warming my body, trying to remember more details from the previous days*
*Still tired from my ordeal, sleep overcomes me and don't realize what ever is happening around me. I sit on the sand, next to the fire and fall asleep, hoping this is all a dream*
The party on the yacht was banging.
Then the deck heaved and a loud crack was heard, everyone was lurched forward. A few of the people who had been inside the cabin came out to annonce that the ship was taking on water.
They decided it would be best to abandon the ship. One of them mentioned seeing an island in the distance, not long before sunset. They should swim for the island.
The swim was long, the water cold; you reached the beach exhausted.
That's all you can remember.
You soon drift off to sleep, the cracking fire lulling you into a daze.
« doggylives : Discovering DEP is actually dead, I slap Suebe to bring her out of her deranged gibberings, "He's dead, deal with it!! We're free to eat as much poop as we want!", I shout to snap her out of her temporary madness.
You slap her out of her madness (hopefully) look around. It's pitch black in the jungle, You're not really sure how to navigate back to the beach in the dark but you do know how to get back to your cave. Maybe you should get these guys back to your cave for the night.(I guess I'll put Trauma and Reboot on "puppet mode" for now)]]>
Probably wouldn't have been able to hack it
*I take a sit on the log next to the fire, and stare at the flames dancing, warming my body, trying to remember more details from the previous days*
*Still tired from my ordeal, sleep overcomes me and don't realize what ever is happening around me. I sit on the sand, next to the fire and fall asleep, hoping this is all a dream*]]>
*as I stare off into the distance... wondering why craziesean is still standing on the shore scratching his balls I fall asleep thinking*
Man, he should really get that checked out.]]>
O_O
*Moves closer to the fire to reverse this effect.*]]>
The U.S.S. Plime - Day 1 (closed) | < 1 2 3 4 5 6 ... 13 14 > |
In each post you can make one action, an attempt to do something. Speech is a free action, of course.
I will play 'god' and tell you the result(s) of your action(s) as well as what else may or may not be going on.
Here's what happened; you were drunkenly cruising along on a private yacht one night when the ship was impaled on some coral. The ship began taking on water and you all decided that it would be best to swim for a nearby island (which is apparently surrounded by a coral reef that sinks ships and s**t).
It was quite a swim and when you reached the shore you pretty much passed out on the sandy beach. You can have with you pretty much anything that you would normally have on you; keys for many of you, clothes (for some of you), glasses for some, a lighter for the smokers (and some soggy-ass cigarettess), etc. Nothing you wouldn't normally have. Remember, I'm playing God so I can just be like "no you don't" if you try to bring some crazy s**t like a magic refridgerator or something.
So if you stumbled into this thread, you have crashed on the island, and if you post in here; you have just woke up in the morning with a slight headache and some sore muscles from the long swim.
(hopefully this makes at least a little sense)
(props to icepigs, when I saw his thread this one came to mind. thanks for being so damned inspiring, pigs.)
Thanks to all who are/have been participating in this experiment. If it is successful, I might try another one in a few months, different setting of course.]]>