WILDLANDS
The World We Come From
2003 / USA
It’s the end of Spring 2003. We’re burning mix CDs, dodging viruses when downloading content on LimeWire, and living through AIM “away” messages. 50 Cent and Avril Lavigne own the airwaves, and skater boys clash with Abercrombie girls in the halls.Social media doesn’t exist yet, other than the beginnings of MySpace, texting costs too much, and everyone prints out MapQuest to meet up in person. The OC, Jackass, and Final Destination 2 shape our drama, humor, and fear. We wear chain wallets, low-rise jeans, Livestrong bracelets, and hoodies that smell like someone else’s Axe.The war in Iraq has just started, but most of us are discouraged from talking bad about it after 9/11. We tag desks, scribble lyrics in the margins of our notebooks, and drive around blasting music as if the volume can explain what we feel. The world is cracking open, but for now, it’s still about lunchroom rumors, late-night reruns, and showing up where we say we will—being present in the moment.None of us knows what’s coming.We won’t be home for prom.
The World We Wake Up To
BEACH / JUNGLE / MOUNTAIN
Some of us washed up on the beach, others came to in the forest. The unlucky ones woke up on the top of a snow capped mountain or in the water. Most of us don’t know each other, but like it or not, we’re all we’ve got now. And there’s something wrong here. Things happen that shouldn’t. People see and hear things no one can explain. At first, you blame the trauma, the cold, the hunger. But eventually, it gets under your skin. And the more we uncover, the more we realize we might not want all the answers.Some days, it’s basic survival. Finding food, building shelter, y’know, staying alive.
Others you get your heart ripped out, don’t know who to trust, what to sacrifice. You see things that keep you up at night, but damn if there aren't moments of pure magic too. Laughter in the firelight. All the silly stuff. Friendships tight like a blood pact. Even love. The slow, awkward kind that sneaks in when you’re not looking. Or the one that burns fast and bright.
The Island
WILDERNESS / HARSH CLIMATE / ISOLATION
The island is compact but surreal—a place where ecosystems that should be thousands of miles apart sit side by side. One side is lush with tropical beaches, coconut palms, and thick jungle, alive with frogs, birds, and strange, unfamiliar insects.The northern edge is colder and the trees give way to jagged ridges, craggy cliffs and hidden mountain paths. A few peaks are inexplicably snow-capped, even though the island isn’t large or high enough to logically hold snow.The weather shifts with unsettling speed—sunlight turning to gloom and fog, rain to heat, cold winds creeping into places they shouldn’t reach. It feels like the island is patchworked together from different worlds—or like it’s rearranging itself when no one’s looking...
Groups
TBA once the roleplay starts and the groups start to form.
COASTLINE GROUP
TBA
JUNGLE GROUP
TBA
MOUNTAIN GROUP
TBA
Oddities
SOUNDS / HALLUCINATIONS / DISCOVERIES
TBA as the roleplay progresses and reveals oddities.
Fuck You
INTERACTION / SHORT EXCHANGE / ACTION
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Goodbye
FLASHBACK / LONG POST / EXPOSITION
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