Galethorn
First Post
Ok, copying characters over to a thread in the Rogue's gallery...I'll post a link later.
Oh, and by the way, the game will heceforth be known as...
"Marooned!"
So, just for the heck of it, I'll also describe what you first see, before I actually start the thread on which we'll actually be playing.
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Things couldn't have been better; a good movie, smooth flying, and it looked like you were going to arrive a few minutes early for a change. Unfortunately, all of that came to an abrupt halt when a thundering explosion--coming from the tail end of the plane--tore through the Mexican DC-10's cabin. As the plane started plummeting towards the moon-lit pacific ocean, your life flashed before your eyes. As it struck, everything went black.
You weren't dead, though; it couldn't have been more than a minute later when you found yourself floating with the flotsam from your downed plane. You couldn't see or hear much of anything, and could do little more than float. As the sun slowly came over the eastern horizon, you saw that you were little more than a mile out from a large, heavily forested island. With a little effort, you managed to reach it, and found yourself climbing ashore. Looking around, you saw ten or so other disheveled survivors on the beach, along with a large amount of luggage from the plane.
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So, that's how things begin. Anyway, I better get back to posting those characters.
Oh, and by the way, the game will heceforth be known as...
"Marooned!"
So, just for the heck of it, I'll also describe what you first see, before I actually start the thread on which we'll actually be playing.
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Things couldn't have been better; a good movie, smooth flying, and it looked like you were going to arrive a few minutes early for a change. Unfortunately, all of that came to an abrupt halt when a thundering explosion--coming from the tail end of the plane--tore through the Mexican DC-10's cabin. As the plane started plummeting towards the moon-lit pacific ocean, your life flashed before your eyes. As it struck, everything went black.
You weren't dead, though; it couldn't have been more than a minute later when you found yourself floating with the flotsam from your downed plane. You couldn't see or hear much of anything, and could do little more than float. As the sun slowly came over the eastern horizon, you saw that you were little more than a mile out from a large, heavily forested island. With a little effort, you managed to reach it, and found yourself climbing ashore. Looking around, you saw ten or so other disheveled survivors on the beach, along with a large amount of luggage from the plane.
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So, that's how things begin. Anyway, I better get back to posting those characters.
