Stranded

[close] You didn't know what adventures, terrors, and dangers that you brought upon yourself when you came aboard the newest cruise ship, Wavey Sea. You thought you were going for a relaxing trip to the Bermuda, but instead your vacation turned into a trip of horror when the ship mysteriously wrecks during a fierce storm, and you along with many others are forced to retreat onto the shelter of a lonely island in the middle of the Bermuda triangle. The survivors collapse onto the sandy beaches of the island, soaking wet, shivering from the fierce winds, and exhausted. Little do they know what lays ahead. You hear strange noises in the middle of the night, you find yourself doing things you never would have before - inhuman things. Your senses sharpen, you are constantly hungry no matter how much you eat, you start to get wild urges, and the changes begin. You are no longer fully human, but part beast as well. And the longer you remain in your animal shape, the harder it is to control it.

[close] Not one speck of white disorients the remarkably pale, blue, sky. It is clear that today, is a beautiful day. Be it reading your book, using your electronic device, sleeping on the stranger's shoulder next to you or whatever it may be, you are in a zone of comfort. Just like the pilot has promised you, the trip would be a smooth and easy one. After all, what airplane has crumbled down to the earth on a day like this? All of you are well on their way to the remote island of Hawaii; the excitement buzzes through your blood in a pleasing manner, making you wish you could just land already. And there it is. The beautiful island of Hawaii. Maybe you are one of the lucky ones and have a window seat, giving you easy access to the beautiful view. Or maybe you are one of the annoying passengers that strain their necks to be able to marvel at the beauty of it all. It's been fifteen minutes, now. No sign indicating that seat-belts must be securely strapped have turned on. The airplane still hasn't lost any altitude. A few of you begin to worry. Worry about what? You don't know, which is why the fear begins to pool within the depths of your stomach; call it a gut instinct, but you know something is wrong. Suddenly, you begin to feel the turbulence; not the ones indicating the loss of altitude. Those seated on the right have had the unlucky chance of watching in utter horror as the wing tears off menacingly. It travels backwards and hits the side of the plane, causing a major breakage in tail. That fear that you were feeling just a few seconds ago? It's real. The screams pierce through in your ears, paralysing any clear thoughts. Down. Down. Down. The oxygen masks do not work, you realise that this was the first plane ride where the explanation of emergencies were not presented before take-off. Just as you are about to crash, a static covered voice breaks through the intercom. A deep chuckle is heard before the words ring in your ears, "Welcome to Coomarock." And everything goes black.

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[close] "Go to Alaska," they said. "It'll be fun," they said. They couldn't have been more wrong. The day is a beautiful day as you board the small plane called Canso. The sky is blue, the sun is shinning and there isn't a cloud in the sky. The airport is located in a small town in the Florida Panhandle and it is hot. Everyone is encouraged very strongly to buy a blanket, even a jacket. The airline supplies these things, of course, but everyone would want their own stuff. No one really listens, though. The plane takes off and for a long time, everything is fine. You're sailing over the beautiful, unsettled, wild and free Canadian mountains. You're starting to regret not buying a blanket when they seem to run out. There is a sudden burst of turbulence as we enter a storm. A flight attendant goes to check on the captain and there is a scream. Then, there is an unmistakable feeling of free falling... You wake up freezing. It takes a while to registered that the smell is blood. It takes a while to realize that you've crashed. It takes a while to realize that the plane is on fire... There's no sign of civilization anywhere. Search parties have been sent out and there's nothing. Can you survive against the elements? Against the grizzlies? Against all odds? Or will you be one of those who perish? Or will you be one of those who just up and disappears? This RP takes place in the dead of winter. So, it is dark and snowy, all the time.