lifeaftr | August Intro: You Think...You Wink...You Do A Double Blink...

INTRO LOG: AUGUST

Who: Everyone!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr.
When: August 3rd
Where: Ensō
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Part I: Get Wrekt
You rouse to a splash of sea salt drying on your skin. A haze of glass-white sand glitters in your vision, dappled by lush palms and thick, curling foliage that disappears into a jungle of deep jade. From behind, crackling wood and sawing rope groan from a mangled life raft ran ashore. A petering wash of tide over pebbled sand fills your ears as you struggle to gain your bearings in a vast portrait of tropical color…

No...no, no, that’s not precisely how this story starts.

Why don't we start over?

You rouse to a splash of sea salt, spraying across yourself and the wooden floor beneath you as it breaks across the edge of the platform. The light as it dances across the sea is blinding, dappling white spots across your vision as you slowly come back to consciousness and realize that - this is not where you last remember being.

The middle of the ocean is likely not a place most recall being at all. As you struggle to fully comprehend the new scenario in which you have found yourself, three things become quickly apparent. The raft you find yourself upon barely constitutes as something that should float, never mind a boat. In the distance, perhaps a few hours away at most, a large island beckons to you, a wide strip of beach surrounded by cliffs making it very clear where the most fortuitous of directions shall be.

Lastly, of course, you’re not alone. Hopefully your new companion(s) are just as keen to get ashore before nightfall as you, or voyaging together will not be the most positive experience. At your side you will find a knapsack, one to every member of your raft party, and upon inspecting its contents, you will discover any rewards you may have accrued - as well as a few other items to give you a fighting chance.

A note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme: those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.

Part II: Choose Your Own Adventure

By fortune (or misfortune, as it were), you eventually find your feet meeting sand, blessed shore to stagger upon as you shake off your newly found sea-legs. There are those that may find this place familiar, as though it appeared in a dream, though the expanse of shore certainly seems larger. The beach stretches off into the distance on both sides, curving around sharp ridges and cliffs, mist obscuring the view the farther along it goes.

So here you are. You’ve found land. Company. Supplies. The sun is now beginning to trek rather low upon the horizon…spending the night outside in such an unfamiliar land is unappealing at best and outright dangerous at the worst.

There is one silver lining in the midst of this mess. Directly ahead, the beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.

So what shall you do from here, traveller? There is land to be explored, strangers to meet, friends to reunite with. Supplies to inspect and plenty of questions in need of being said aloud. Choose your path, make haste, and above all else: survive. And whatever you will, take heart.

Your story is about to begin anew.

Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!

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Wade lets him sweat; lets him continue in this vein for a while longer, denouncing his brothers for every little thing they did that may have brought him to this predicament. The man is practically prostrate with desperation.

Too bad Wade's not exactly one for compassion or sympathy.

His eyes narrow, as if disgusted by the man's shameless genuflection. Slowly he edges closer, looking at Karamatsu closely as if calculating something in his head. Without warning his hand suddenly lashes out, headed directly toward the other man's face...

...to flick him sharply on the forehead.

"Oh come on!" What the fuck, Wade?! He flinches on instinct, clearly expecting far worse than a sharp flick- it's not even that bad, considering Wade's nail is covered.

He still acts like it's the worst of insults, the most heinous of wounds- rubbing his forehead way harder than necessary and practically guaranteeing a bright, red mark.

"What the fuck is your problem?!"

DID TIBIA FINALLY WALK OUT ON YOU, JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE YOU'VE EVER LOVED? HUH??????

"Says the guy who decides being on a deserted island is the perfect place to go bird-doggin'. You ever think that maybe you don't exactly have your priorities on straight, dude?"

Spoken by probably the biggest fucking hypocrite in the Marvel universe.

"Isn't it a woman's right to say no? Tch- what kind of sleaze doesn't listen when someone asks him to bug off?"

Huh, Wade? What kind of sleaze does that? If he's done being a total prick, Karamatsu will get to his feet, stepping back a few good feet to take himself well out of touching range.

"Like your priorities are so much better than mine."

Wade shrugs, not even bothering to defend himself. What would be the point? No sense in hiding that he's not exactly on the straight and narrow. Pun definitely intended. "The kind of sleaze who enjoys playing Gay Chicken, dude. Not my fault you're utter shit at it."

He looks Karamatsu over, arching his eyebrows as he tries to figure something out. "What's with the Arthur Fonzarelli get-up all of a sudden? What, was the emo hoodie not workin' for you anymore?"

What a creep. Karamatsu makes a disgusted noise, hardly bothered to explain himself again. It's mostly force of habit that has him correcting Wade; like a well-learned routine that one could never break out of.

Even in a new, exotic place... his status continued to haunt him.

"I told you. If my brothers did something, it's not my fault."

Now that Wade's not preoccupied with trolling this guy, his words finally register in the warehouse full of sexual imagery and pop culture references he calls his brain. His brow furrows, and he cocks his head slightly at Karamatsu, as if the man is a puzzle he's trying his best to figure out.

"Wait-- brothers? Plural? As in, more than one?"

Yeah, that's generally how plurals work, Wade.

"Ah. There's six of us. Sextuplets."

And right back into the warehouse full of sexual imagery he goes.

"I saw you on the boat with two of them- Ichimatsu. Osomatsu." A frown, and he points his finger accusingly. "How did you not know there was more than one of us, if you've already experienced it firsthand!"

"There's six of you?!"

Sorry, Karamatsu-- he's just gonna ignore your penchant for the dramatics at the moment in favor of gaping in horror at this new and altogether unsettling revelation. Two of the fuckers is bad enough, but six? And they're sextuplets?

"Your poor mother!"

That's only two fewer kids than Octomom pumped out, and there's a rather unfortunate implication associated with that. Wade convulses in an involuntary full body shiver as the phrase "like sleeve of wizard" suddenly pops unbidden into his brain. He could've gone his whole lifetime without that particular mental image, thanks.

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