Original survive role play by Agent Rusti. You wake up on a large island, one of a string of islands inhabited by wild animals, pirates, villagers, and who knows what else. You have no memory, and gain a heightened set of skills. You awaken with 3 or less weapons of your choice and may find up to two more throughout the role play. Creating makeshift weapons is not counted in this. You don't remember your name, only a number with which to identify yourself. You realize your new skills as the role play goes on. You must survive. Should you eliminate all human threats you may go home. Though in this place, at times, humans may be the least of your worries. Philosophia reserves the title of 'Danger Master' meaning that he has narrative control of the dangerous elements of the role play, although he allows role players to incorporate their own creative conflicts into their postings. Heed the green text, it is a threat to your characters... (:< Numbers in use; 2, 4, 6, 7, 8, 11, 18 8 groans, leaning up into a sitting position. He looked down between his outstretched legs and blinked away his hazy vision. After a moment he realizes he was looking down at sand. "What the hell?" He looks up to find himself sitting on a beach, his confusion evident on his face as he looks around. As far as he could tell he was alone. He tried to remember what happened, though nothing came to mind but a slight headache. He rubbed his scalp, his head dropping a bit. He sees something shiny out of the corner of his eye and turns to the left to find a blade stuck in the sand next to him. He picks it up and inspects it. The blade was curved and attached to a long chain. He stares at it in confusion for a moment before wrapping the chain around the handle of the blade and wedging it in his belt. He gets to his feet and stretches a bit, noticing a bow and quiver of arrows just behind where he was sitting. He shrugs. "Well then." He said to himself before picking it up and strapping it to his back. He looks out over the water in an attempt to gauge where he was exactly, but there was nothing to be seen with the exception of a ship out in the water. Though it bore no nations flag, he saw it as an opportunity, maybe they would be able to help him. He walks out to the edge of the beach and waves his hands in the air yelling, "HEY! OVER HERE! HEEEYYYY!!" The ship slowly turned towards him and a smile broke out across his face. "Good, maybe they'll help me out." He watched in wait as the ship drew nearer. He could see a flag raising up on the mast, though his smile faded as it blew open in the wind. Black flag, white skull and cross bones. "Pirates?!" There was a crack and some sand by him burst up into the air. 8 stumbled back. "Hey! What's your problem?!" He yelled at the ship. It turned to it's side and 8's eyes widened as cannons pushed open ten small windows on it's side. He turned around and booked it for the forest. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" He yells at the top of his lungs as the cannons sound off in the distance, sand explosions blasting into the air all around him as he ran for the forest as fast as his feet could carry him. The trees were splintering before him as he made it to the tree line and continued at a break neck pace. He had no idea where he was running to, and he didn't really think about it either. As far away from the beach as he could, that's where he was running.