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[h2][i][color=olivedrab]Olivia Villaragaisa[/color][/i][/h2]
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Gulf? Lake Borgne? Olivia didn't know where any of those places were. She stayed quiet as she approached the small group that was forming in the white beach. They all looked like she had come out of some kind of medieval LARP with real looking weapons. The guy with the eyepatch looked like he belonged more than everyone in the group, but she tried not to stare too much. "There is no gulf near where I live and no beach is this clean. I was sleeping in my bed last thing I remember." She approached the group as she fiddle with one of the straps that held one of the swords. She unsheathed the curved sword and examined it closely. It looked real. It was real! 

She put the weapon away when someone mentioned a sign. "Honor Fire?" It did sound like something out of Mulan or a fantasy book. "We got drugged and put in an island with all this gear for some sick dude's entertainment?" Olivia's mind was going wild with all kind of possibilities. "Medieval hunger games? Are we stuck in a simulation? Did we wake up from the matrix?" Okay, that last one was too ridiculous but anything was possible at this point. She tried to shove some of the other crazy options down her mind and focused on the only thing they had found so far; the sign. 

"Does it have an arrow? Any kind of directions?" Standing in a beach wondering where the hell they were was not going to solve their problems or get them any where near an explanation. "Maybe we should find a road or something that could lead to civilization. Anything!" Olivia was not good with sudden changes like this and everyone around her seemed a bit too calm about the whole situation. No phones. No means of communication. No food or fresh water either. All they had were armor and weapons. 

"This is some kind of sick joke and I am not laughing."