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[b]Day 1, Week 12, Cycle 1
Summertime, 17 C°, Overcast[/b]

[i]On the dawn of the first day of the 12th week, the wind carried the smell of salt deep inland, up the highest peaks of the island and down into it's deepest valleys. The birds of the forest were awfully quiet, and the game seemed more reluctant to leave their nests and homes in search for food. It was the unmistakable smell of the great storms coming from the south, the winds carrying their scent hundreds of miles ahead of the clouds themselves as a stark warning to all that they were on the way. A reminder that they did not forget their old promise to return, and a silent vow that they will visit till the end of times. 

The unruly waves washed floatwood and palm leaves onto the southern beaches of the island, along with plenty of fish that was unfortunate enough to be swimming near the beach. The caves echoed with the sound of the ocean and cliffs roared as the unmovable rock faces clashed with the raging waves. By the afternoon, the clouds have begun marching across the sky over both the island, with light rain showering the forests and grasslands that made up most of the land, and brought life to the dry deserts of the mountains as their flowers boomed with vibrant colors.

But all who dwelled on the island, even the animals deep in the forest and caves, knew very well that this lighthearted trickery of the wind and the sky would not last for long. Deep down inside the brain of even the smallest insect, the gears began to turn and survival instincts switched gears. It would not take more than several days before the sky would turn grey and spew lightning and thunder forth, bringing with itself tides meters high and incessant rain that would blur out the sun for weeks, or days if they were lucky.

It was the calm before the storm, and the animals of the forest and the hills knew this very well, covering deep within their nests or scurrying around frantically looking for supplies that they could use to weather the storm.
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You may finish the research you started last post and designate a new one! UWhat you unlocked is now usable by your people.

[b]Time Passed:[/b]
3 Months/ 12 Weeks 

[b]Time Until Next Turn:[/b]
3 months

[b]Events:[/b]
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[b]Monsoon Season[/b] - As the storm clouds begin to gather above the island, it is becoming clear for it's denizens that the pleasant spring weather they've been enjoying for months now isn't going to last forever. The wind is stronger with every day, the rain is falling more and more, and no doubt that by the end of the month the monsoon will be upon the island. Expect rivers to flood, coastlines to get washed over by waves and trees to be ripped out from the ground by the force of the wind. Your people better prepare if they wish to survive.

The brunt of the storm will hit the island right around Week 18 (halfway through the turn), so I suggest that you split your posts into segments, unless you plan on interacting with someone and making a post with them. Alternatively you can describe the effects of the storm on your next turn, up to your individual preferences.
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