The Island of Destiny
You take off running to the left and sure enough, in a few moments you hear the quick footsteps ahead of you. Gathering your strength, you sprint off through the woods, darting past trees and leaping over brush. Then, seeing the person ahead, you lunge out and tackle them to the ground.
The person lands with a loud "OOOF!" and you roll off him to the side. The man lies in the dirt on the ground, you can't tell if he's unconscious or not. Then, you begin to hear the man give an outrageously bizarre chuckle.
As the man tries to stand up, he bursts into a giggle. Before he can fully stand, you walk over to him and kick him back down, then you hold his place on the ground with your foot on top of him.
The man is dressed rather shabby, wearing tattered and dirty clothing. He has a long, messy beard and dark hair covers a good portion of the rest of his head. He looks at you, from what you can make out as his eyes, and grins a large smile, from which you can't help but notice a few teeth missing.
"Who are you?" you demand, foot not budging from his chest.
"Heh, I'm Sammy," he replies. "Now, why don't you let me go? I don't mean you any harm."
You pull the note you just recieved from your pocket and shove it in his face. "You write this?" you ask.
He fiercely shakes his head back and forth. "No, no not me. I am just the deliverer."
"Deliverer from who?"
"I...I can't tell you that. I'm s-sorry."
The man gives a small wheeze, which you can't distinguish whether it's a wimper or a giggle.
"What do you know about this island?" you continue to ask. "How did I get here?"
"It's not my place to tell you those things," he says calmly. "You'd probably have to kill me first."
You mutter "That can be arranged," but then take your foot off him and back away a few feet.
"So what are you going to do now?" you challenge him. "If you try to leave, I'm gonna follow you back to wherever you came from. If you stay here, I'm not gonna let you eat or drink anything until you start telling me what's up."
The man looks at you, a quizzical look on his face. He is obviously considering his chances and weighing his options. Then...
The person lands with a loud "OOOF!" and you roll off him to the side. The man lies in the dirt on the ground, you can't tell if he's unconscious or not. Then, you begin to hear the man give an outrageously bizarre chuckle.
As the man tries to stand up, he bursts into a giggle. Before he can fully stand, you walk over to him and kick him back down, then you hold his place on the ground with your foot on top of him.
The man is dressed rather shabby, wearing tattered and dirty clothing. He has a long, messy beard and dark hair covers a good portion of the rest of his head. He looks at you, from what you can make out as his eyes, and grins a large smile, from which you can't help but notice a few teeth missing.
"Who are you?" you demand, foot not budging from his chest.
"Heh, I'm Sammy," he replies. "Now, why don't you let me go? I don't mean you any harm."
You pull the note you just recieved from your pocket and shove it in his face. "You write this?" you ask.
He fiercely shakes his head back and forth. "No, no not me. I am just the deliverer."
"Deliverer from who?"
"I...I can't tell you that. I'm s-sorry."
The man gives a small wheeze, which you can't distinguish whether it's a wimper or a giggle.
"What do you know about this island?" you continue to ask. "How did I get here?"
"It's not my place to tell you those things," he says calmly. "You'd probably have to kill me first."
You mutter "That can be arranged," but then take your foot off him and back away a few feet.
"So what are you going to do now?" you challenge him. "If you try to leave, I'm gonna follow you back to wherever you came from. If you stay here, I'm not gonna let you eat or drink anything until you start telling me what's up."
The man looks at you, a quizzical look on his face. He is obviously considering his chances and weighing his options. Then...