The Island of Destiny
8/24/87
Well, it's now been three days on this damned island so I guess I might as well start to give up. Especially after what happened to me yesterday...I really don't think I can even comprehend what's going on here. But I do know one thing, I can't survive here much longer.
Oh yes, I'm sure I could build a shelter and find enough food for myself to survive as an islander for several years at least. But I don't want that. I also know for a fact that THEY would not want that.
At first I wasn't sure that they really existed, but a clumsy one fell behind and allowed me to catch a brief glimpse of him. He had dark, tan skin and wore rough-looking clothing. He did not meet my eye but took off into the jungle a couple moments after realizing that I was watching him and was too quick to allow me to follow him.
So then I made the worst mistake ever of heading to those cursed mountains. I tried to climb one but the terrain got so rough that I was not able to go any further. And when I gazed back down into the jungle...there a whole row of them stood, mocking me with their silent gazes.
Now I realize what my "destiny" is, the same one that I've been taunted about since the mysterious moment when I first woke up here along with that odd note. I see now that my destiny is simply to die on this island...to never again return to my real life and family. How depressing that I'll never again see my wife, Laura, but at the same time I accept it. I would rather die than live in a hell like this island.
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You would continue reading now except you are stopped by an icy grip around your neck. You cannot escape this powerful grasp. What do you do?
Well, it's now been three days on this damned island so I guess I might as well start to give up. Especially after what happened to me yesterday...I really don't think I can even comprehend what's going on here. But I do know one thing, I can't survive here much longer.
Oh yes, I'm sure I could build a shelter and find enough food for myself to survive as an islander for several years at least. But I don't want that. I also know for a fact that THEY would not want that.
At first I wasn't sure that they really existed, but a clumsy one fell behind and allowed me to catch a brief glimpse of him. He had dark, tan skin and wore rough-looking clothing. He did not meet my eye but took off into the jungle a couple moments after realizing that I was watching him and was too quick to allow me to follow him.
So then I made the worst mistake ever of heading to those cursed mountains. I tried to climb one but the terrain got so rough that I was not able to go any further. And when I gazed back down into the jungle...there a whole row of them stood, mocking me with their silent gazes.
Now I realize what my "destiny" is, the same one that I've been taunted about since the mysterious moment when I first woke up here along with that odd note. I see now that my destiny is simply to die on this island...to never again return to my real life and family. How depressing that I'll never again see my wife, Laura, but at the same time I accept it. I would rather die than live in a hell like this island.
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You would continue reading now except you are stopped by an icy grip around your neck. You cannot escape this powerful grasp. What do you do?