Realistic or Modern Survival of The Best Adapted

Joel The Unforgiven submitted a new role play:


Survival of The Best Adapted - Stranded on an island of xenophobic bandits with people you don't even know? Good luck...

Welcome to Wolvar Island, population... Well, that's spoilers.
Setting: The role play is set in a modern era is if it were occurring right as you read this, hence why there'll be no superpowers or high-tech laser weapons lying around. You're free to carry some basic form of weapon on your during the flight but don't forget you wouldn't be able to carry anything metal due to the metal detectors in theory - feel free to message me if you need to check anything. IMPORTANT: All forms of outbound...

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overview


Welcome to Wolvar Island, population... Well, that's spoilers.


Setting: The role play is set in a modern era is if it were occurring right as you read this, hence why there'll be no superpowers or high-tech laser weapons lying around. You're free to carry some basic form of weapon on your during the flight but don't forget you wouldn't be able to carry anything metal due to the metal detectors in theory - feel free to message me if you need to check anything. IMPORTANT: All forms of outbound communication have been cut off by an unknown source, this means you may receive messages from the outside world but will be unable to return them - in effect, in order to escape you need to regain that communication while surviving long enough to do so.


Backstory: You are a passenger of flight 742 crossing over the Atlantic Ocean, the journey is smooth and relaxed for most of the way through the night until something begins to glow off to one side of the plane, seeming to get closer and closer. Suddenly it strikes the wing, causing an explosion and forcing an emergency landing - fortunately there is an island in the direction the light came from, everyone prepares themselves for the crash and closes their eyes as it smashes into the ground. This is where your story starts.


The Island: The island is tropical paradise which means the classic palm trees, golden beaches, deep jungles etc... The inhabitants hinted at wont be described until the role play gets underway but be warned, most aren't friendly. There are a few small shanty towns, some being abandoned ruins, others thriving towns.





maps


This is a birds-eye view of the island which has a sister island beside it (Unknown to the characters for now). The crash will occur on the coastline at the top middle of the map on the flat section which is jutting out a little. For reference - the first island (Wolvar Island) is roughly 11 miles in length and 5 miles thick so there's plenty to explore and many secrets to find.





rules


I hate rules as much as you do but there's a few we're gonna need for this role play:


1. Basic RP Nation rules.


2. No superpowers/things which aren't realistic.


3. If your character 'finds' anything make it fit with the theme and keep it fair - I don't want anyone finding an AK-47 in the plane wreckage somehow ^-^


4. If you want to kill another character make sure you confirm it's ok with them before doing so.


5. If you're unsure about posting anything due to it being unfair or not fitting then just send me a quick message.


6. Put the code "Wolvar Island" at the bottom of your character sheet if you've read this.

The sun bathed the beach in a golden glow of rays, glinting off a shambles of metal part way down it's length, the waves gently bump against the shore, some stopping sooner than others against a metal blockade. It's currently a bit before midday of Wolvar Island and so as you might expect from a tropical island the heat was intense, luckily for the survivors most are in the shelter of what remains of the plane though they aren't all in good condition... The lower half of the plane is underwater, still connected to the top half with a few small pieces of metal and wire which could snap off at any given time, the top half in resting mostly above water against the beach with the very front planted into the floor a few metres further up. Palm trees line the edge of the sand and begin to fade out and become replaced by jungle vegetation the further inland you go with a few clearings, mostly in the form of a settlement of some sort. A couple of bits of luggage are scattered around the crash site and inside the wreckage, mostly clothing so not much in terms of food or drinkable water (The salt water surrounding the island should not be drunk). There is also a fire axe aboard the plane for use during an emergency and a small box containing three flares with a flare gun that has a faulty firing mechanism.


((Just so everyone knows, I'm not going to join in the role play just yet - I'll start posting shortly though and keep everything narrated so it's all in cohesion))

Tao held his head as he stepped up to the plane's doorway, the door itself having been torn off as the plane sped towards the ground. Thankfully, he still had his briefcase, the most pressing matter at the moment was the splitting headache he had.


As he stepped down, allowing his fancy shoes toe land on the sand, he pressed a hand to his head and pulled it away to find blood. Great, well at least he didn't have a concussion. He'd have to wrap that up later.


With a sigh, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a phone before waving it around as he tried to find a signal.

A small groan broke through Kayleigh's consciousness as she awoke. Kayleigh didn't move yet, but tried to remember what happened. There was a flash and then a faint memory of utter terror, and then... nothing. Her eyes fluttered open in concern. 'What happened? Where am I?' Her thoughts raced as she took in the scene around her. She still sat the seat she was assigned to at the beginning of the plane ride, but that was one of the only things that remained the same. The overhead luggage was thrown everywhere, several people looked very bruised and beaten, small moans of pain could be heard from everywhere surrounding her, but the worst was the front of the plane. Looking forward she expected to see what you would expect to find at the front of an airplane; however, instead she was looking into a blue, cloudless sky since the front half of the plane was perched above the ocean. With trembling hands Kayleigh released herself from the flimsy seat-belt that held her in. Her eyes scanned the interior of the plane in hopes of finding another person awake. Unfortunately, she seen no other movement. Kayleigh pushed herself out of the seat and tried to take a step forwards in the aisle. Her vision dotted with little black dots and her stomach heaved.


A second later Kayleigh found herself on the ground in front of a middle aged man with a thick mustache. A faint memory of the man surfaced. She had spent almost an hour talking to this man before they got on the plane. She could remember the stories he told about his wife and kids, and his gentle smile that made you want to smile back. "Sir?" Her voice was quiet and broken, but she finally managed to get it out. Kayleigh raised herself onto her hands and knees before reaching a hand towards the man. As her hand touched his a horrified scream burst out of her lips. He was dead.

Tao heard a loud scream come form the plane, and immediately clutched his head as the scream reinforced his already grueling headache.


With a sigh, he yelled back towards the plane in Japanese "おい、そこに落ち着いて！私は、信号を取得しようとしている。"

Kayleigh's scream cut off short as she heard another voice yelling. She couldn't make out what they were saying, and was sure they weren't speaking English. Kayleigh backed away from the dead man and began crawling down the aisle in the direction of the voice. "Hello!" She yelled back, and hoped more than anything that whoever it was spoke English. She made it to the edge of the backside of the plane, where the plane snapped in half and glanced down. It was a few foot drop, but there didn't seem to be any other way. Taking a deep breath to try and gain some courage Kayleigh shut her eyes and jumped. She fell towards the sand below like a rock. When she hit the grainy substance she gasped slightly. Hoping the nausea from standing earlier had passed she attempted to stand. Her stomach turned uncomfortably, but her vision stayed mostly clear and she was able to stay up this time. Her head turned in the direction of the voice and seen a man with light hair. "Hello?" She said questioningly. She still wasn't sure if the man spoke English, or if he wasn't some crazy murderer. He didn't look very dangerous, but you can never be too sure.

Tao stared at his phone for a few seconds until he heard the sound of feet hitting the ground. Glancing back to the plane, Tao saw a girl stand from the spot she landed.


Looking back at his phone for several seconds, Tao turned and slid it back into his coat.


"聞く、あなたが携帯電話を持っていますか？" He spoke before pressing a hand to his head and muttering "Right, no Japanese... Do you have a phone on you miss? If so, try it at once."

Kayleigh's body tensed and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from making some snippy, sarcastic reply. She never was good with being told what to do. It was actually one of he things she hated; however, he had the right idea, and so she kept her mouth shut and pulled out her phone. The screen was largely cracked and it was hard to make out the picture underneath. In the top right corner she could faintly make out the no service sign. "I have no service." She said quietly with a disappointed sigh. Her eyes followed the sand to a line of trees. Kayleigh smiled slightly and walked in the direction of the trees calling a quick "I'll be back." over her shoulder. As she reached the base of the tree, she looked high into the palm leaves. It definitely wasn't a tree like they had at home. The lack of branches would make it difficult to climb, but Kayleigh was confident in her skills. Climbing was one of the few things she was ever actually good at. She kicked off her shoes and laced her arms around the trunk of the palm tree. She took a deep breath and then started climbing. Kayleigh slid her arms up and then followed with her feet braced against the bark. "This isn't so bad." She said under her breath. After a few minutes of slow and careful climbing she reached as high on the tree as she could go. Carefully Kayleigh moved her legs so that they would lock together behind the tree before removing one arm from around the trunk and pulled out her phone. She cursed. " Still no signal!" She yelled down to the man on the beach.

Tao cursed under his breath in Japanese, he turned and scanned the beach "Well, looks like communications are gone. Hopefully there're other people with communications somewhere here." He called back up to her


Wreckage... more Wreckage... luggage.... Ah!


Bursting into a smile, Tao jogged across the sands to a locked briefcase.


Seeing his initials on it, he breathed a sigh of relief before sitting on the sand and pulling it onto his lap.


He pulled off one of his gloves and ran his hand along the briefcase. Satisfied that it wasn't too wet, Tao shook it before sighing as he recognized that the briefcase's contents were still inside.


"Hey, come down here!" He called up to the girl "We have to see if everyone's okay!"

Enda lifted her head with ponderous strength, her vision blurry and disgruntled. "My lord, what happened?" She cried out in a thick irish accent. Bits of jagged metal blanketed her body in a haphazard fashion. Pushing the rubbish off of her, Enda got up before screeching in pain. A shiny shard of metal contrasted with her pale, freckled leg. The crimson liquid flowing down her leg painted Enda, turning her white features scarlet. While her senses were disoriented and confused, Enda knew she had to act fast. Taking her shirt off, she carefully wrapped it around the top of her thigh in an attempt to stop the blood. She then grabbed another piece of cloth draped around the rubble, and meticulously tied it around the jagged scrap of metal protruding from her leg. She was careful not to move the object, for it would only cause the bleeding to intensify. Laying still and trying to tame her spastic breathing, Enda looked around. Debris littered the floor, it seemed there had been a plane crash. Enda tried to recollect the last few moments before she woke up, but to no avail. Bodies were strewn across the landscape, some strung up on the plane like macabre ornaments. Others were barely distinguishable from the rubble, aside from the blood seeping out of them. Fragments of bones and sinew was spread across the area like a cadaverous painting. Enda held her head in her hands, stuck with both dizziness and nausea. In the clearing, it seemed as though two people were engaged in conversation. "H-Help" She whispered, barely audible.

Tao grimaced at the silent plea, and glanced back to the wounded girl.


He cursed in Japanese before gripping his briefcase tighter and approaching.


"Miss? Hello, are you... injured?"

Enda looked up at the asian man, biting her lip in pain. "Just a bit, it's just hard to put pressure on it. "Could you carry me out of the wreckage perhaps?" She asked in a soft voice, her thick Irish accent obscuring her words

Tao took a considerably long time pondering it before shaking it off and nodding with his most convincing smile. Checking the lock on his briefcase quickly, he placed his briefcase on the sands of the beach and helped ease the girl out of the wreckage.


Hoisting her out, he carried her several yards away before sitting her down on the sand.


"Excuse me a minute," he said before rushing back to his briefcase and swooping it up.


Walking back, he crouched down to eye level with the girl and asked "Looks like you're wounded, tell me where it hurts."

Elle came into consciousness with an agony of pain coming from her torso, she glanced down to see a piece of metal had made a gash that was about 6 inches long by her lower abdomen. She gathered what must have happened and applied pressure to the bleeding wound. She quickly realized medicine would be a quick necessity for the wound to heal and not get infected. Elle stoop up wincing in pain and scavenged for a med kit somewhere, she saw people at the other end of the beach ,but was not quite ready to mingle until the she found what she was looking for. 
Elle quickly realized she was exhausting too much effort in finding the elusive unicorn that was the med supplies. She felt woozy and was losing more blood, her eye lids fell heavy and she attempted to fight the drowsiness. She sat down on the sand and thought about its warmth, she then focused on her best friend whom she was flying to see and if she made it through this it'd be a Hell of a story.

Enda points to the jagged metal pointing out of her leg, swaddled in various pieces of cloth. She winced as he touched it, although it was gentle it shot daggers through her leg. "If you could find enough cloth to soak up the blood, I could pull it out, but until then I have to leave it in to stop the bleeding". Other cuts and scrapes riddled her body, a more prominent one being a large gash starting at her shoulder and disappearing under her shirt. Enda hadn't even noticed the wound, and prodded at it gently with her fingers. "I'm in worse shape than I thought" she whispered, beginning to fade out of consciousness due to blood loss. Her eyes fluttered at the man, the earth spinning and contorting around her.

Perhaps someone had just placed it there or maybe it had been there all along and it hadn't been noticed but there appeared to be a medical box propped up against one of the trees on the edge of the beach, it had an obvious red medical cross on to signify this. Inside would be important supplies for wounds such as bandages, antiseptics and even small plasters. At the very bottom of the box was a note which had been attached to the solid metal of the base - this would only be seen once all other things above were removed however.

Nichole wakes up in a puddle. Her back was sore and her foot felt like it had been twisted around in a 180 degree turn. She lays there for a moment until she looks to her left and spots a guy, laying next to her with his eyes wide open and a huge gash coming from the top of his head. He wasn't moving. Or breathing. She let's out a high pitched scream at the top of her lungs and scrambles to get away, hurting her right foot even more in the process.

Elena layed her head back on the sand and opened her eyes to see the med kit by a near by tree. She immediately gathered what little energy she had and staggered over to the box. she sat down and poured some antiseptic on the wound and let out a small scream of pain, she wrapped her abdomen with a bandage


She knew others were probably injured so she grabbed the box and went to go find others towing along the med kit. She was dehydrated and knew water would be her next priority. Maybe the other survivors had found a stream inland or had canteens, she couldn't be sure ,but what she knew is she needed to find other people.

As Elena took out the antiseptic the note was released, fluttering down into her lap. It was done on paper which look as if it had seen better days in poor handwriting reading "Feel free to use my supplies. But, I have a little game for you - it's called, 'if you don't replaced everything before dusk we have a little problem' so I'll let you get started now, good luck." with this ominous note in mind it could be noted that the sun was still directly above you meaning that it must be about midday.

Elena read the note and immediately was confused. Who would even care? Who would do this to an injured girl? What happens if she can't find it? Why would they give it to me to use just to replace it? Is this a joke?


Elena figured it probably would be best to replace it, if she could of course.


She was slightly shaken up about the situation, but realized that the survivors of the plane crash (or just her) could not be the only ones inhabiting the island.


She scooped up the med kit and stood up her body aching and head pounding from dehydration.


"Great just what I wanted to do while being stranded and injured, run errands for a nonexistent person"


She sighed and began rummaging around airplane remains.

Yep, losing consciousness, just great. If Tao hadn't been used to things like this he would've sighed. Instead, he shrugged before walking over to a pile of clustered luggage that seemed to have spilt out of one of the Plane's luggage compartments. Wrenching off a large piece of debris, Tao dragged another case out of the clutter and bashed it open.


Cheap vacationers and their lack of effort, not like how he protected his luggage. He collected a handful of discarded clothes and walked back to the girl. He sat his briefcase on the sand before sitting and tearing the clothes to more easily manageable strips.


"Just stay calm, listen to my voice, and think something happy. Gotta keep that heart rate low kiddo." he said as he began applying the makeshift bandages in what looked like a makeshift bandage. Great, just need to tighten it a bit to staunch the blood flow all the way.

Enda managed a smile as she saw the various articles of clothing in the man's hand. "Ok, I'm going to pull the shard out, you apply pressure as soon as its out, got it?" She said in a steady calm tone, despite her ebbing consciousness. Counting down from three, she pushes two fingers on the upper part of her skin, near the shrapnel but not quite next to it. This caused the skin surrounding the jagged metal to loosen slightly, allowing for a smoother dislodge. Pulling on the cold scrap of plane, it eased out of her leg with a sickening murmer, like the over exaggerated sound a snail makes in cartoons. She let out a stifled wail as the last of the shard dispatched from her leg, however she was accustomed to pain.

Nichole is finally able to stand up from the puddle she was in. She does a few limp/jumps over to an open area that will lead her to the sand. She looks down and sees that she has to jump. Shaking her head and cursing softly under her breath she looks around for another way off of the plane but finds none.