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

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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.

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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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Comments

[whiteas]

[ Despite the height, she doesn't seem all that intimidated. If anything, she lowers her eyelids part-way and it takes great pains not to just roll her eyes at him. ]

I slay monsters for a living, by choice, and I'm exceptional at it. Just because I look nice while doing it doesn't mean I can't put you on the ground without breaking a sweat.

[ Her hands move to her hips as she shifts her weight to one side. ]

"Weiss" means "White" and you're really stretching it to make it "wuss" just to compensate for the fact that you can't pronounce a basic color name. [ She looks particularly irritated at the parental comment, but she doesn't address it. None of his business, and if she wants her chance to be considered her own person, spreading her father's name isn't going to help with that. ]

[yallstupid]

[Guzma rolls his eyes. Girl, he would pay you to try to knock him down. Sure, she could maybe do so, but his pokemon would be on her in an instant, and they're as fierce and tenacious as their trainer.]

Yeah, and you want a trophy for that? I catch those monsters, sweetheart, make 'em my partners what fight for me. What fight other monsters...monsters that do more'n just gnaw on y'all's arm or leg. Monsters what mess up your mind, turn it round and use your own dang body against you. Make y'all remember the very worst parts of yourself and make y'all relive your worst terrors over, and over, and over, 'til you praying to pass the heck out to stop it all.

Don't get into a pissing contest with me, Weiss, I came here to help you out because good lord did y'all need it! Now I'm biting my tongue...shoulda let you freeze; one less body to worry 'bout, yeah? ...Though at the rate y'all's going, won't take long for you to 'white out' as them rookies say.

[He chuckles, then shakes his head with a shrug. You know what? Guzma's not going to stand around here and have an argument over the fact her name sounds like a Combusken laying a ripe, fiery turd. He has better things to do on a deserted island. So he's peacing the heck out...

But not before accidentally stepping on her tiny fire and putting it out. Oopsie, doopsie! Hope you were taking notes on what he said earlier about tinder and fuel!]

[whiteas]

You're the idiot who called me a wuss because you couldn't pronounce my name, don't get all upset because I stood up for myself!

[ What a frustrating idiot! He's very lucky that she's not the type of person to attack just because she's angry-- lashing out physically in anger is the opposite of who she wants to be. But that doesn't mean she's not going to yell after him and take absolute note that this moron is nothing but a bully who freaks out the second someone dares to defend themselves. He's actually managed to annoy her more than Finley, who held the current island record until this moment. ]

What a child.

[ She huffs and goes to work on her fire again. ]