We found a broken generator, fixed it, it broke again, we fixed it ag—
(Suddenly, Fusch remembered the horrifying sight he saw when he found the battery that was used to jump the generator the first time.)
Oh, my God. Guys, there's something I need to tell you about the north end of the island. When I was up there, I found a room. A trashed room full of empty beer bottles and rifle shell casings. There were skeletons all over the place. It's like there was someone living here a while ago, but they were all killed. There used to be another generator up there, but it's been completely destroyed.
edited 5th Sep '10 1:08:43 AM by FuschlatzOReilly
-Scott starts cracking up-
16... no friends... never been laid... doesn't have his driver's license ... pathetic...
-starts singing One Is the Loneliest Number-
edited 4th Sep '10 8:41:25 PM by gentlemanorcus
Full picture here.◊ Drawn by Saemus!-I grab Scott with one arm and start talking with a steady voice-
Hey, break out of it man. We're only 100 miles away from civilization. That's about a two hours drive. And freaking Nikola Tesla was a virgin. Don't lose it. I...don't...please...
edited 5th Sep '10 5:31:26 AM by yarrunmace
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped(As Director:)
The storm outside is getting worse, and what used to be daylight is now quite dark. Rain is beating against the dingy windows of the house, and the whole building creaks under the wind, when large gusts batter against it. Coconut palm fronds can be seen outside being blown about violently.
It occurs to someone, that rescue parties would be pretty daring to attempt to rescue the group in such conditions, and that is assuming that they've located the emergency beacon.
SWG is Star Wars Galaxies. I play a Smuggler, usually.
Happiness is zero-gee with a sinus cold.(As Director:)
Here's an exposition post of the current situation.
The pilot was kind enough to sketch a rough little drawing of the atoll,; a long, thin strip of land that is around five miles long and several hundred feet wide in some arts, perhaps a thousand feet wide at others. He sketches out a rough map of the area, and points out that Tahiti isn't terribly far away. Last he had heard, Search and Rescue teams were going crazy trying to help out on the cruise ship disaster, before a storm system complicated efforts.
It is clear that the group is located on the lagoon-side of the island, near the southern end. He makes a notation on the sketch, indicating that the second housing complex is around a mile north. He's a bit fuzzy on where the last family residence was.
Billie, having been in island for quite awhile, affirms that there was a third residence, about a mile beyond the second one. She seems quite agitated and uncomfortable talking about them, though.
If someone has been monitoring the (no longer a Hollywood) CB, voices in some strange language occasionally come through. The reception has gone to utter crap with the storm, though.
The storm continues to worsen, and it becomes apparent that the roof of the house does in fact have a small leak. It is hard to hear the generator over the noise, so the single light bulb in the main room is the only reliable indicator that the generator is beginning to die out, as it dims or fluctuates.
Day turns to night, the storm rages on.
Happiness is zero-gee with a sinus cold.Only in the big scheme of things. Every raindrop makes its mark on the universe before it goes away.
-leans against a wall and sits down-
Though we are mayflies in the scheme of the universe, every little thing we do has some purpose, some point. That's why I'm going to be a paramedic.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too crampedEverything you do affects the world somehow... the butterfly effect, and such... but the things you change in this world are so minor they'll go without being noticed. Just like all of us will die without being noticed.
-stares up at the clouds-
Isn't that right... stepmom.
Full picture here.◊ Drawn by Saemus!Who are we, really, but...
-chuckles-
Finally, I understand what Macbeth meant. "Life is a walking shadow, who struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It's a tale told by an idiot... full of sound and fury... signifying nothing..."
edited 5th Sep '10 2:56:24 PM by gentlemanorcus
Full picture here.◊ Drawn by Saemus!

-I walk in; the carving I had earlier now resembles a spear; the axe blade is embedded near the top-
I've...made a weapon. I don't want to have one, but I have one nonetheless. If a pig comes...oh, hi Billie.
-I seem to be distracted-
Someone has been creepy to Billie while I was gone. Darnit, I thought I had a monopoly on that!
edited 4th Sep '10 7:01:49 PM by yarrunmace
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped