Overview
The story of Robert, a normal person who ended up crashing on an unfriendly island. His reason for survival? Finding his son Timmy!This is a roleplaying playthrough of the forest with a heavy focus on story.
Chapter 1: How it all started
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Every night it’s the same old story. I wonder what drives these savages. What gives them the courage to come back night after night, only to face defeat by my hands. Perhaps in death they can finally find peace.
I was never a fighter back in the old days, but not a weakling either. Now I am the apex predator of this island.
It matters not if they bring 5 or 10, all shall fall and be turned into ashes and bones like their kindred before them. I feel like this murderous ritual has become normal, but I AM slowly losing my mind.
When the deed is done, when the savagery ends, it is time to return home. Where my thoughts can rest, before the nightmares begin.
I can vaguely remember the others. If I’m not mistaken there were 4 of us surviving here. Well not actually surviving, we were in fact thriving.
Living off of fishing, hunting and farming within the safety of our beautiful settlement, life as we knew it was good.
I cannot remember exactly who was first to lose his sanity, but I believe he was called Geoffrey. A travelling salesman from Germany. I offered him a Belgian beer at the airport before we took of, we instantly became buddies. That is… until I had to kill him.
Soon after, the others started to lose their sanity aswell and I had to take control of the situation **fast. I am now the sole survivor of that dreadful flight. And this is my home.
As the daily routine of fishing, farming and killing savages goes on I cannot help but feel that I’m losing grasp on what I was meant to do. I remember there being a reason for my neverending will to survive, but it seems each day passed erases a bit of my former identity. My name… my name is… my name is… forgotten.
And yet I keep finding it strange: I have explored the island from the farthest beaches to the desolate snowy mountains, passing through dense forest at the constant risk of being attacked by cannibals. I have ventured down dark and frightening caves and I have even gazed in the Abyss without ever reaching its bottom. But for what? And why does it torment me so that I need to find the reason?
I have to remember, I need to regain my purpose, … my identity.
There is one place that eases my mind, but I haven’t been up there since the death of Geoffrey. Maybe it will help me.
Our former lookout post, we used to spend ages here talking about our lives before the island. All forgotten now… but perhaps the words we spoke still linger in these wooden beams.
Why am I here? Who am I? What am I looking for? How did this all start? Think! Think! Think! …
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“My name is Robert and I must find my son Timmy!”
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Chapter 2: Exploring the first cave
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When I woke up the second day reality instantly struck me like a lightning bolt.
I was probably the only survivor and the only chance that Timmy had.
I focussed my mind and set out to hunt some turtles. Their meat gave me the strength, physically but also mentally to search the huts on top of the cliffs.
In my camp I had already set up a drying rack and a water collector so that a long term survival was possible. Although not comfortable, I had everything I thought i needed to find my son.
What fascinated me most were the birds on this island. In a true Bermuda Triangle fashion they provided me with an awe inspiring show. Fascinating yet disturbing.
Brimming with confidence I set out to scavenge the remaining suitcases from the plane’s tail end. Gathering all I could carry and only what I really needed: food, drinks, medicine and cloth.
Nature itself provided me with sticks and stones to use as tools or building materials. Berries provided a quick meal and lizardskin was used to protect my own.
Finally I set course for the hut where I spotted the stranger on the first day.
Quitely making my way through the dense forest I soon realised that that single hut was actually part of a big settlement.
Cannibals were running around and I had no way of just barging in there and going through their stuff. So I tried sneaking around to search the crude huts. I circled around and gathered pieces of cloth from drying racks. These drying racks were not for animal meat but had human limbs on them. These guys would obviously kill and eat me without any hesitation. With my axe firmly in my hand I searched for a safe spot to start my investigation.
What I found there was the entrance to a cave. Possibly a location where they took their prisoners.
After gaining some light I was appaled by the spectacle: corpes hang from the ceiling, death all around.
I found a piece of paper to create a map and a compass and set out to search for Timmy.
Navigating the cave was a terrifying experience. In total darkness I had shivers constantly. Strange noises from the deep were messing with my mind. But I pushed on… picking up every useful item along the way.
When I came to a room with a sleeping cannibal I did not doubt for a single second and ended his life with a stealthy blow. At least one less enemy to worry about and at least I was sure I was inside their home.
A section of the cave was blocked off with a wooden fence. I destroyed it and went in to investigate.
What I found was the corpse of somebody who had walled himself in. I guess dying there while reading a magazine and watching pictures was a better alternative to being chopped up and eaten. I can’t say I disagree.
A little later I found 2 cannibals, also seemingly hibernating. With two quick chops they fell lifeless to the floor. Still no sign of my son tho… and I was really beginning to doubt if I was in the right place.
Wooden bords lay in another room, clearly a sign of intelligent design. My hopes were however soon crushed for all I could find was some lost luggage and torn blankets. This place had been abandoned for quite some time.
The tunnels led me to what looked like a sacrificial table. These cannibals had rites…
Beyond there was a large dark room with a bent over cannibal. Another easy target I thought…
These savages were much stronger and more furicious than what I had encountered before. It sent a chill down my spine and the bruises they gave me felt like very clear warning.
I realised I was not ready to fight an army of them and decided to head back out. To my surprise most of the patrolling cannibals were gone for the day. It gave me the time to thoroughly search their camp before heading back to base.
In almost every hut I found the remains of what I believe to be passengers from the airplane. A sight that made me almost sick. A flash of lightning and rainfall gave me the queue to head back to camp and reasses my situation.
I needed to improve my situation if I wanted to explore more. Even climbing the cliff was a hassle. I decided a simple staircase would be benificial and also create a quicker escape in case my camp was found. Weaponry was also a problem. I would need at least a good axe or anything sharp to effectively combat these savages.
I finished building the first part of my new base and prepared for what was to come.
Chapter 3: From heaven to hell
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I have the same dream every night.
I dream that me and Timmy manage to escape the depths of hell itself. We would fly over the trees towards the warm light of the sun. Freedom almost within our grasp..
But sadly, the dream never ends well. The island doesn’t want to let me leave and I always end up back in my crummy shelter.
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Seven days after I first explored the cave, my wounds still hadn’t fully healed. My daily routine had been nothing more than eating, drinking and resting. Time wasted and I realized that my foolish actions had seriously jeopardised Timmy’s rescue. I still didn’t find any new weapons and the base building was not going well at all. I soon realized that I had to move out, find at least one new cave to explore and search it until I had found decent new gear.
Fortune was with me as I soon found myself descending another dark shaft. There, for the first time I saw the terrible mutation that until now only existed in my dreams. Mutant babies were being guarded by a spider-like creature that seemed like many women grown into eachother. Shivers ran down my spine as I quickly hid myself between some higher boulders. No way was I going to fight this monstrocity head on. Fire would have to do the trick here. Luckily I had many improvised molotov cocktails ready. I quickly set all the creatures ablaze and couldn’t help but feel somewhat excited at the sight of their burning agony. Shortly after, the sounds of burning flesh and screams disappeared and I could resume my journey.
After a long hike, I found a small lake with a corpse wearing a rebreather next to it. There was still air in the tank and it seemed in perfect working order. Backtracking would have taken forever so I plunged into the cold water. The next chamber had some more baby mutants in it, but my axe made sure they would never turn into that dangerous spiderwoman. Who in their right mind would find killing babies normal? I was beginning to lose grasp on reality.
As I journeyed further down the cave I was very surprised to see a huge iron door with a pedestal in front of it. I don’t know why but the Indiana Jones in me instantly took over as I placed rocks on the platform. And behold: the door opened with a loud creak. For a moment I dared not venture into the eery chamber ahead as I could see corpses in strange poses. They appeared to be praying, but their bodies portrayed a great amount of fear and hopelesness. I really hoped this wasn’t the end of the line for me aswell.
As I rummaged through the tents and debris I finally found what I was looking for: a climbing axe and more importantly a sturdy wooden axe. Not only would that help me chop trees faster, it would deal some serious damage to those pesky savages. Finally some good fortune.
My spirits lifted and I headed for the cave exit, which lay just beyond the final underwater tunnel. The exit was actually situated in the middle of a peaceful pond. Quite the contrast with the mutated horrors that dwelled below. As nighttime approached I quickly made my way back to camp.
Tired but intensely satisfied I lit my fire and briefly enjoyed the spectacle my favorite birds were providing. I wondered if the night would bring the same dream now that I have better gear.
As I woke the next morning, not heaving dreamed at all, my success of the previous day was quickly forgotten. It is as they say: for every action there has to be an equal or greater reaction. As set out to explore more caves I was suddenly surrounded by cannibals who launched a major assault on my camp. I had gone too far killing their babies and the mutant woman.
I tried to fight back with all my might. I tried to run away. I even wanted to beg for mercy. But it was all in vain as I was struck down. When I opened my eyes I was being dragged by two cannibals. No doubt I was on the menu for tonight…