You wake up on a beach with no memory of how you got there, what you were doing before you woke, or even where you might have been going before you ended up here, in the sand, with the sun beating down on you. Behind you is the ocean, blue and clear and clean, the sand under your feet is a brilliant white, and ahead of you is a dense looking tropical forest.
It's beautiful, but you're stranded. Your survival depends on your choices and the choices of those stranded with you.
Good luck.

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It's beautiful, but you're stranded. Your survival depends on your choices and the choices of those stranded with you.
Good luck.

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