6 people are deposited on an island.
The 1st night someone accidentally activates a barrier.
In the tv studio the producers quickly realise that they can't get anybody out or in but the automatic cameras' signals are still working. They decide to relabel the show as fiction.
Now which character do you wish to start with?
Written by catprog on 17 December 2000
Eric, just your Average Joe.
You were trapped, and alone, on this stupid island. Great.
Honestly, your life had been pretty boring. Enrolling on this TV show was probably the most exciting thing you had ever done. You hadn’t even expected to get on it, you had expected you would just be rejected.
“Sorry Eric, but you’re just not the kind of person we’re looking for.”
Yet no. Apparently the general public wanted to watch a guy that looked like he should be working in accounting be on a show like this. You weren’t about to complain. You had been single for several years now, so maybe this little gig would help net you some romance again…
You were left to find some way to the others, and so you pulled yourself up off the grass, and stumbled away from the blue-tinged barrier. From the looks of it, you had been split off from the others in a grassy, circular field, which was surrounded by dense emerald trees. Overhead, the sun beamed down obnoxiously.
Looking around frantically, you decided on a good route
Written by vanillametal on 01 February 2016
Through the nearby jungle
Inside, among the tall, leafy trees, the air was stifling, and far too hot to be comfortable. Your back was sweating, and the moisture was soaking through your white shirt, and under your arms. You felt gross, the weather back home was never anything like this.
Also, this place seemed pretty tropical. You were watching where you walked with paranoia, worried that some kind of giant spider might jump out of nowhere and latch onto your ankle when you least expected it. Typical, irrational fear.
Luckily, nothing like that happened, but you did have to stop by a small body of sapphire water, and have a drink. It looked clean enough, you could see your reflection clearly in it. Honestly, you looked a little haggard, with dishevelled brown hair, and a tired face. You were an average looking guy. Nothing impressive.
Anyway, this water was probably safe…
Written by vanillametal on 02 February 2016
Have a drink.
You cupped some water in your sweating palms, and lifted them to your mouth, parting your lips and drinking. The taste was surprisingly bitter, and you immediately spat it out, shooting up to your feet and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
“What the hell!?” You grit your teeth and spat a bit. Repulsive…was it really filthy or something? It looked spotless…
Having no choice but to keep going and hope you came across some water that wasn’t disgusting, you stumbled along between the trees, nearly tripping over the sprawling roots more than a couple of times. In fact, when you tried to hop over one, the toe of your boot caught on it, and you were sent plummeting face first against the grass.
Luckily, you had landed in an open clearing. Something very unlucky was about to happen to you though…
Written by vanillametal on 03 February 2016