Survival

Note: You may only use equipment and abilities which you have purchased in the Survival Shop (thread going up right after this one) or have fashioned out of your environment using whatever resources you have at your disposal.

When you join this RP, you begin with the following equipment:
- 2 bottles of water (Plastic bottle, 375mL)
- 3 slices of bread
- 1 multi-purpose knife
- 1 emptied paint can
- 1 apple
- 1 set of basic clothes
- 1 small bag
- 1 Shabby tent
- 5 metres of string (8mm thick, rough texture)
- 2 metres of string (0.5 mm thick, like floss)

You may purchase new items for use in this RP using user points in The Survivalist Shop, or use whatever is at your disposal to gain new ones (ie. fashion wooden chopsticks using your all-purpose knife and a relatively thick twig, use string to attach a pointy stone to a stick to make a spear, use tools to trap animals for food, etc.)

You may be as creative as you wish with the equipment that you have. Over time, you'll unlock more items in the shop for purchase by TR user points, depending on the number of posts you've made or other factors. This is so that someone who has 200k user points can not join this thread and on their first post go off and buy a mansion and a squad of assassins.

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THE SCENARIO: During a trip across a large ocean in a passenger vessel owned by one of the most renowned transport companies in the world, your trip went horribly wrong when an unknown error caused the ship's engine to break down and blow a large hole in the hull. The ship quickly filled with water, and within 4 minutes since the explosion the entire ship had sunk. You, amongst many other passengers, tried to swim in any direction, to find land, but above all, staying as a group. However, a storm that began to brew made this impossible, and everyone was separated.

You continue swimming, and you make it to a large, deserted island which until now, had been undisturbed by humans. The island is roughly 2600 square km and over four fifths of it is made up of dense forestry. The coastline is, for the most part, comprised of beaches, but the North-East and North sides of it are cliffs. Roughly in the centre of the island are two dormant volcanoes, one roughly 1200 metres vertically, the other only 450 metres. They're both covered in trees, but not as tropically as the rest of the island. As these were once active volcanoes, the dirt down their slopes and around them are ideal for farmland.

Somehow, your backpack miraculously kept on your back and you realize that its contents are key to your survival.

It is now three days since you washed up on the island. You still have only one goal: simply to survive until help arrives.

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Time to lay down a few things. In order to keep track of things better, I will announce what day it is (starting with 3) when I feel that a day will have ended. A day goes from 4:00 AM to 3:39 AM the next day, as announcing at midnight wouldn't really seem to work. This is due to a lot of reasons, partly for when I announce a new day, your spells with a usage-per-24-hour limit are replenished.

At the beginning of your post and at other necessary junctions, please announce the time of the day that it is in bold.

This RP is THIRD-PERSON.

Also, as the maker of this RP, I hold teh powahz and anything that I see as godmodding, playing unfairly, or doing anything illogically will be severely reprimanded.

Please note that the Universal RolePlay Guidelines apply.

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DAY THREE

6:12 AM

Weena squinted his eyes and sat bolt upright. Gah, I really do sometimes hate myself for that, but survival is survival, he thought. He gave himself a second to yawn, then crawled out through the front flaps of his tent. He immediately jumped up, sending an aching feeling through his tired and stiff legs. Weena, however, immensely enjoyed the stretching and didn't mind the slight tinge of pain.

He looked down at his tent to see a bright ray of sunlight splaying itself directly over it. This was Weena's alarm glock clock; he'd positioned his tent in line of a gap in the bushes and shrubs so that at exactly 6:13, he'd receive a faceful of the warm morning sun.

Weena turned around and looked at his campfire; it had long since burned out. He groaned -- it took him ages to get it going. Next to it was one of his water bottles -- the other he'd set up with a short piece of string to collect water. Weena bent down and took a quick swig from it, relishing the feel of the water in his dry mouth.

Anyways, I may as well get something done, he decided, before pondering what exactly he should do, what with being stranded in the middle of this endless forest.

((Mind going into more detail on the surroundings/settings/timeline sort of thing? Also I rarely post in an RP forum where there isn't an OOC section, what exactly am I supposed to do to distinguish OOC from IC? I heard double brackets or something... Also I'll edit in a post when I get some more info about the RP.))

Sebi sighed as he slouched against the rock, observing the tool in his hand. It had taken him several hours: but the axe was complete. He rubbed his eyes, tired; recalling the trouble he had gotten into for making it. He had been able to obtain a branch from one of the trees: cutting it off with his knife. Sure, the descent had been less… elegant, but the sticks lying on the ground were too brittle and weak, he needed something stronger; the tree had provided an ample specimen. The second part had been easier, as he was quickly able to find a sharp stone and tie it to the then-whittled stick, completing the tool. All that remained had been the sharpening, which he had been doing since.
He eyed the axe; it was crude, and it probably wouldn’t work for harder wood, but it had to do until a substitute could be found… Sighing, he tossed it next to the bag where he kept his supplies, and threw another stick into the fire he had started after he finished the axe. Crawling into his tent, he rested his head on the pile of dried leaves he used for a bed, and yawned.
‘’Better get some sleep…’’ he thought; ‘’tomorrow will be a busy day…’’