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Introduction
When you said you wanted to take a vacation to the islands, it wasn't under circumstances like this. You had envisioned a nice, peaceful flight in your first class seats (a luxury you decided you could afford for this one trip). When you reached your destination, you would spend your time at a five star resort, basking in the sun on a white sand beach. In your mind, as you shut your eyes on the airplane ride over, everything is perfect.
Then, the emergency lights blink on. At first there is a faint rumble, but then the plane begins to pitch about, causing your stomach to lurch. After what seems like an eternity of screams, plane noise, and shaking, you black out.
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When you awaken, you are in a jungle. To your right is the
smoldering remains of the plane, which is surprisingly intact
for having fallen tens of thousands of feet to the earth.
Unfortunately, you have no idea where you are, and since you
made this trip alone, the rest of the survivors, twenty in count,
are strangers. As you examine your surroundings, you begin to
think this sounds all too much like an episode of that television
show, Lost, and as you look at your fellow survivors, you can't
help but wonder if they'll turn your situation into an episode of
Survivor.
After two weeks of building smoke signals and exhausting the little water supply you had (from a crate of bottled water you discovered near the tail section of the plane), you begin to realize that this little "vacation" of yours might become a permanent move! Fortunately, you begin to realize from conversations with people that you might be able to survive on this island and start your own society, at least until someone (hopefully) comes to rescue you . . .