An explosion cuts through the sky, debris falling through the atmosphere. Purple and black pods about the size of a small dingy fall from the sky and slam into the beach, sending sand everywhere. The pods open up and children step out looking confused and lost. All the kids are wearing the same dark grey suit and have a ID number on the bottom of their wrist. They look around not knowing whats going on or where they're at. A big fiery ball falls from the sky and into the ocean causing a wave to come ashore and soak some of the newly awakened kids. Crates, lockers, pods, and other debris start floating ashore. The children gather the wreckage and sort it out on the beach. They recover Survival books, tents and wood, and lots of propaganda of a strange place with pictures of weird machines and moving pictures. No-one remembers what happened or who they are, there is no rescue, there is nothing else. The only thing all of you know is how to survive and none of you know of other civilization or how you got there. You are all stranded on an alien island. There are 2 clans on the island and there are limited resources, you will vote for a chief and make decisions that will impact the future of the story and the survival of your people. The Northerners are the other faction, more brutish and violent than you are. Air drops will be dropped on the island every once in a while, get to it before the Norths do. The main story will unveil through the roleplay and your choices will impact the future, I have a set middle and end, everything in between is 100% up to you. Fight for resources, make a government, find out the truth, hunt for food, and survive. Good luck.
8 years after the big drop "We split up into two factions because of our different political views, the Northerners went up north and we stayed in the south. A giant ravine divides us with a shady looking rope bride to cross it. I will never trust that bridge. The sundial in our beach village says its midday now, I'll write more when I get back from elections, we vote for a new chief today." Jay puts down the paper journal he had since the start of this all and walks out of his moderately sized clay hut and smells the ocean air.
8 years after the big drop "We split up into two factions because of our different political views, the Northerners went up north and we stayed in the south. A giant ravine divides us with a shady looking rope bride to cross it. I will never trust that bridge. The sundial in our beach village says its midday now, I'll write more when I get back from elections, we vote for a new chief today." Jay puts down the paper journal he had since the start of this all and walks out of his moderately sized clay hut and smells the ocean air.
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