Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140625012345/@comment-9062114-20140625050356

As the boat goes into the port, all the prisoners are walking out onto the beach, the air was very dry, and it was cold, but there was no snow. It felt like a mountain, except there were no forests, no rivers, no lakes, it was just a barren desert of grey and brown rock.

A man walks out to the prisoners, "Listen up, you're on Corica island now! I am in change here, you could consider this whole Island my plane of Oblivion if that helps you figure that out. You'll be staying here doing everything you are told." He goes to the prisoners "by the time this ends for some of you, you'll wish you go executed!"