How Do I Solve This?

[Zaden]

Welcome to "Ho do I solve this?" the game where you tell other people how to solve their problems!

The setting is a remote, tropical island with wild animals, old temples, run-down facilities, lots of forests and jungles, limited supplies, no electric power, and possibly even native head-hunting savages!

Requirement: You must be able to write in prose, or at least something that looks like it.

HOW TO PLAY

"Who can I play as?"
Choose or make up a charater to be the player whom you control. The player must be a human with no special powers, but can have a special talent. Your player must have a distinct, visual feature that other writers can reference. This can be an outstanding article of clothing or just a physical feature that other players can see to identify them.

"How do I start?"
Just describe your character in a way that makes note of his distinct feature and name him if you wish. Then tell how he got stranded on the island.

"What do I do"?
Have your player go about their business trying to survive. Suddenly, have him face some kind of problem. The next person comes along and their player goes about their business and makes a vague reference about HOW your player is trying to solve their problem. At the end of his post, he introduces a problem for his character. You must now tell how your player overcomes their problem with the solution described in the vague reference. Then you give a vague reference of how SOMEONE ELSE is going to solve their problem, introduce a new problem for your own player, and the circle continues.

Offensive Language Is Discouraged: If you're going to use uncensored profanity, it better be really funny.

If you have read up to this point and understand the game, you're pretty much ready to start; the rest is optional.

SPECIAL RULES AND QUESTIONS

"Can you give me an example of what this should look like?"
OK, imagine James and Mike are two players controlled by different people. James has an afro and Mike wears a cowboy hat.

Mike's controller:
Mike goes to the beach and sets up fishing gear in order to catch tonight's meal. While fishing, his hook snags a strange rock, so he goes to remove the hook from the rock. As soon as he moves the rock, he realizes he has disturbed a colony of creatures. He flees to the shore where he is surrounded by an angry group of twenty giant crabs!
"Aw, crap. Now what?" Mike utters with a sigh.

James's controller:
As the starving man trudges along in search for food, James sees a man in a cowboy hat on the beach with some rather large crabs. The hat-wearing stranger pulls out his trusty six-shooter and points it at an oncoming crustacean. Seeing that there was going to be a fight here, James decides picking fruit would be easier than hunting, and walks into the jungle. Spotting a bunch of delicious-looking bananas hanging from a nearby tree, James darts for the prize fruit. SNAP! The man with the afro looked down in horror to see that his right leg was now personal property of a steel bear trap. This would not have been so bad if not for the poisonous viper coiling in front of him!

OK. The important thing here is that Mike's controller didn't know that he had a six-shooter until James's controller just made that up. Now he must solve his problem using a six-shooter. Eventually, someone must come to the jungle and make a reference of how his character saw a man with an afro stuck in a bear trap in front of a snake and what he was doing about it.

"Where do I sign up?"
The entrance in which you get your character stranded functions as a sign-up. But please: Your writing skill must be such that other players know what the is going on.

The size of the island is unspecified.

There isn't really a way to win, you just have fun and try to give others a good laugh.

To make things interesting and give some material to work with, there are crates of unspecified size and contents scattered around the island. You cannot open these crates with your own player, you can only have your player SEE someone else's player open a crate to get something in order to solve their problem. Inside the crate is whatever you can imagine

Of course, there needs to be at least two people in order to play. The more, the merrier.

RULE #1. Have fun and be funny.

I welcome any questions or suggestions to provide a better experience for everybody. Let's see how well this thread goes.

[Galefore]

Sounds awesome. May just do this for fun if anyone else is interested.

[Zaden]

[OoC]Because of the way I made the rules, we COULD play with just you and me.[/OoC]


Shade woke up in a lagoon, floating face down. But that would be using "woke" as a verb in actice voice, when it should probably be used in passive voice. It may be more correct to say, "Shade was woke up." Woke up, that is, by the dry-drowning sensation of the muddy salt water dripping through his nasal passages and trickling down into his pharynx. If you've ever suddenly woke up with your face under water, you know there is only one thought that occupies your mind:

WHAT THE CRAP?!?!

He panicked and clumsily dog-paddled to shore. All he heard (after the water drained out of his ears) were waves and the cawing of strange, tropical birds. He didn't bother spending much thought on "Where am I?" because it was quite obvious he was on a tropical island somewhere in "I-don't-even-know-if-God-knows-where-this-is-Land". Instead he tried to remember what happened. The last image his mind could conjure up was the "Fasten Seat Belt" light above his head. He looked around but saw no crash sight. Where the heck did the plane go?

"Looks like it's gonna be Giligan's Island for a while." He retorted cynically.

Shade wore all black, and even retained his black sunglasses through the crash. However, the first thing an on-looker would notice about him was his sickly pale, etiolated skin. He made Count Dracula look tanned.

He started building a fire when a peal of thunder ushered in the rainstorm. He looked down and saw the hefty bit of firewood that he had gathered being completely soaked in the torrent.

"That's just frickin' precious..."