You are in a plane crash, and you wash up on shore of a uninhabited tropical island. The island is sparsely populated with tropical birds, insects, and various reptiles. You are wearing sneakers, pants, underwear, t-shirt, and a wrist watch. Some of the luggage that the plane was carrying washed upon the shore, which includes: vibrating sex toy (Contains working batteries) metal nail file (Pointy on the end) empty cigarette lighter (No fuel but it sparks) 16oz bottle of sunscreen framed picture of David Hasselhoff You have exactly three days before you will die of dehydration (You cannot drink sea water), and three months before you die of starvation. You must make use of the items you're wearing, the items that washed upon the shore, and anything you can harvest from the island, which would be limited amounts of wood, jungle vines, birds, insects, and reptiles. There are no food trees or plants. You also don't know when or if you will be rescued, The object of this game is to explain what actions you will take to help insure your survival until you're rescued. How will you make use of what you have?
What do the birds and reptiles eat? How is there wood with no trees? I would just use the nail file to kill all the reptiles and then use it to skin them and make myself a nice waterproof swim suit. I'd then collect all the wood that I could from the island with no trees... and build myself a raft, much like the one from Castaway and I'd tie that motherfucker up with the vines that are growing on the island with no plants.. I'd take the batteries from the sex toy for no specific reason but maybe I'd also make a cool slingshot and they'd be my ammo. No wait. I'd crush them up into the picture of the man and scrunch it into a ball and then I could light that with the sparks from the lighter that don't work and use my new slingshot to sling it onto a ship and it would start smoking and making weird smell and someone come out and be all hey how'd that get here oh look a castaway, let's save her. And that, that's just exactly how it's go down. Hope you liked it.
what i am wearing and have in my pocketses, would most likely depend somewhat upon the weather at the time. while i am aware of ways of making improvised stills for water, and several other things that might help, i have to admit i might just as likely die from panic and depression preventing me from actually getting busy and doing them before it became too late to do me any good. but assuming that i don't. i should be quite unlucky for it to be warm and summer, and for this reason to be quite lightly dressed, with few such useful items about my person. i am not wearing sneakers. i never wear them. i have on a pair of dead cows. well worn in. perhaps overly much so and soon to be needing replacement. i am wearing pants, and a real shirt with a nerd pocket. but no underwear. depending on other circumstances i might be wearing a light jacket. if the weather were cool enough, i might actually have been wearing my heave coat with my complete kit in its pockets, though of course i couldn't have made it ashore wearing it. still there's a remote chance i might have been able to hang on to it and get it ashore with me. in any event i shall certainly be examining whatever other flotsam may have found its way ashore with me. i don't wear a wrist watch, but do carry a battery powered electronic alarm clock in my pocket, which would be replaced by a cell phone if i had one of those. there is also an aluminum wallet, containing cards of various kinds, and a small amount of loose paper cash. there is also a cell case, containing a set of keys, on which are also a "p-38" folding can opener, and an extruded aluminum bottle opener. there are a number of handkerchiefs, a holey stone (a small pocket stone with a naturally occuring hole in it, said be elves that you will only see truth when looking through it), and one of those flexible plastic coin purses, filled with quarters nickles and dimes. i would do a good bit of looking around and enjoying what there is, for the few remaining days of my life. there is a felt pen and a note book in my shirt pocket, along with a plastic folder for bus passes that also contains various forms of i.d. along with more plastic cards. quite a number of these actually. the notebook and quite possibly the pen would likely be too waterlogged to remain functional. oh and i am, most likely wearing a pair of socks. oh and i am most likely to have retained my specticals, without which i am unable to recognize things at any great distance. if any of the notebook paper can be dried sufficiently, i might find a somewhat easier way of lighting a fire then with the flint and steel of a lighter. stay tuned for further adventures, should they happen to transpire.
First, I would go on a search to find Gilligan, the skipper too, the millionaire and his wife, the movie star, and all the rest because this might be that island. I have no way of knowing, so, it’s worth a shot. If it turns out to not be that island , then I would take the sex toy and put it to good use, as that would help me to relieve the stress of the situation, thereby allowing me to think clearer. If after a few hours of clearer thinking I cannot come up with a plan to survive my predicament, I would get desperate and eat the sunscreen and then call upon the name of Buddha as a last resort. And to let Buddha know that I am sincere, I would take the framed picture of David Hasselhoff and make it the centerpiece of an altar devoted to him, as I believe that David probably resembles Buddha more than any other savior. In the event that Buddha does not answer my call, I would convert my altar to one devoted to Jesus; though he bears very little resemblance to Hasselhoff, he would do in a pinch. Now let’s say that Jesus forsakes me, too. This will not surprise me since approximately 99.9% of all the prayer requests I’ve ever made to him have gone unanswered. In that case, I would use up the rest of whatever battery power was left to help relieve some more of the ever mounting stress. Later, as I was squeezing the last dollop from the sunscreen bottle into my mouth, it would probably dawn on me that David Hasselhoff bears more of resemblance to MacGyver than to Jesus or Buddha, and I would re-devote my altar accordingly. If anyone could figure a way out of my situation, it would be MacGyver. In the end, I suspect that I would follow a reptile around. Soon enough, it would have to have water and when it led me to it, I would fight it to the death for it.
i'd be so interested in finding what else washed to shore to play with, that i'd forget to look for something to eat and end up starving. just because there aren't any food (fruit?) trees, doesn't mean there wouldn't be anything else edible. i'm sure there'd be plenty of crabs washed to shore on the captian's dingy.
