Who says I had a demise? It was merely a flesh wound.
The clock starts ticking : the first to go 24 hours without someone posting over them wins.
A flesh wound that was then burned.
::Swiddles crosses fingers, and hopes the next post from Cyn will be “I’m not dead yet. I feeeel happpppy! I feeeel happppy!”::
Aaah, for burning! Instant cauterization! Rambo couldn’t have done a finer job.
And it would have been, provided you hadn’t already gotten there first, swiddles 
hey! what happened?
i leave the island for a weekend to go camping up in the mountains and all havoc breaks loose. whats this about me killing someone? i’m a peace loving man, non-violent, must’ve been my evil frustrated pre-vacation and badly needing the outdoors twin that did that. well, all taken care of. no more violence. everything can be solved by following your hearts desires. Mr.Cynical, your hearts desires will run out quickly should you desire to eat the remaining humans on the island, so go to New York, and eat all the people there, 8 million should keep you busy.
Mully, watch your hole in the ground lair, it might cave in if your not careful, better yet, i think i see another island out there with your name written all over it, you can win on that one. Swiddles, lets go get married and have lots of little cyber kiddies that can populate the island and we can claim this as our own country.
I have succeeded in my quest to build a DSS/DVD system using nothing more than coconuts and wild boar droppings. Everyone (not carrying machetes) is invited over to my hut for roasted monkey and papaya juice.
:::looks in hand, drops tachi sword, wonders where that came from…:::
okay mully, i’ll bring a side dish of peared guano in a coconut oil simmered slowly in bamboo.
OK, but go light on the bamboo. This island menu is playing havoc with my digestive system.
I would just like all of you to notice that I came within three hours of winning before Cyn posted. D’OH.
Alright, party. As the token vegetarian, I’ll bring some grilled portobellos mushrooms (we hope…). Let me know if you start tripping, OK?
tripping and stripping. i’m game
oh yeah!
Naked island party! I’ve got the tropical rhythm, who’s brining the bongos?
bringing? I ask you not who is bringing the bongos, but who is killing the lizard, skinning it, tanning the hide, and MAKING the bongos.
Jeez. Some kids never get used to island livin’.
I am primed for some lizard killin’. We could use some hoolowed out coconuts for the drum also.
Fumble out of bed, and stumble through the kitchen,
pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch and try to come to life.
Ack! I’m stuck in the 80’s!
:::watches Mr.Cynical in awe:::
how’d you do that? i wanna wake up in the 80’s.
:::marches off into the jungle to find a lizard or three with bayonet in hand:::
Alright, kids, we all knew it would happen eventually. Swiddles has PMS.
::Swiddles wanders into the bush muttering something about needing to find a coco bean tree or there would be hell to pay…::
::casually producing a bottle of Nuprin from his sack o’ goodies::
Here, take one of these. Little. Yellow. Different.
But do they have CHOCOLATE in them, Cyn? Do they? DO THEY? I need potato chips.
::Swiddles once again wanders into the bush to find a tuberous, starch-filled root that she can slice and fry to appease herself::
:::digs up some mushrooms, eats them… …kaliedoscope eyes 
:::
::Mully leaps out of the fog covered underbrush, steals Swiddles starchy tubers and runs back into the mist to turn the tuber into an alternative fuel source for his secret gecko transporter::
When did the theme of this thread change from “Survivor” to “Lord Of The Flies”?