[@Polybius] [@Dark Light] [@Pyromaniacwolf] [@DocRock] [@Voltus_Ventus][hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"Prying yourself from the sand, you manage to come to seated. With great struggle of aching bones, you rise from kneeling thereafter and find your feet unsteady. The surreal encounter gone for the time being, you attempt to steep yourself in the reality at hand, assuming it was there so much as at all. Your surveying suggested little of initial use, aside from the debris upon the beach and that your situation may be only slightly better than the threat of oblivion. Here on this shore, behind you lies a sparse jungle, and beyond to the sea lies flames of catastrophe and the ashes of its wake."

"As fortune may have it, the warmth of the ambient environment made the cold chill of your drenched wear less miserable but it forewarned of other threats. Such an environment would be rife with insects and storms, experiences you are not uninitiated but would only serve to complicate matters. For now, the question became what to do first."