Since Dopers can’t seem to agree on a religion, all existing ones need to be left behind with the old civilization and everyone shall worship me!
I’ll need to see a picture before I can agree to that. And, what form does worshipping you take?
Anyone else here read the books 1632 and 1633? They are about a town in West Virginia that is transported, along with it’s people and about a 6 mile in diameter circle of land, to Germany during the 30 Years War. The theories I’ve seen here remind me of the dilemma faced by the Americans in those books, do we isolate ourselves or do we adapt?
With all the talents of Dopers I think we could be a real power! Snort, giggle.
One word for you, my friend: GULAG!!!
In other words, no.
Do we have robot monkey butlers?
Honestly, I’ve often pondered things of this sort.
I imagine things would get real ugly, real fast. A bunch of folks would become pretty much useless. Imagine that rather drastic shift from a modern, high tech life to a bare stone-age existance.
I have a basic knowledge of stone knapping.
Things would be interesting, if nothing else.
And in the quasi-fantasy world where we don’t have to worry about food, etc.
I track down NinjaGirl and anyone else with a decent amount of Martial Arts training and try to convince them to come live in hills with me, while I set up a Temple to train any who would wish to come.
In 30 years or so, I would wander around Cecilville in robes and a walking staff, and folks would call me “Old Master Tristan”.
Ahhhh… that would be sweet.
I’d probably want to wander around with Kane a.k.a Tristan, talk philosophy and beat up random doper thugs who show hints of ignorance. But I’ll not be anyones Huckleberry thats for sure. I’d wish my wife were a dope so she could be on the island as well.
I would probably strike off on my own, until someone trips over me, or I get seriously ill, or starving. Then I would have to be looked after. I would then milk it for all it was worth, being that:
" You should all look after me, I’m so small, skinny, innocent etc."
Basicly being a bum.
I can organise the hunting and gathering groups. Then teach people how to fish, how to make bows and arrows and how to create utensils (bowls, spoons, etc) from wood. So you can find me helping Forbin.
Can also act as nurse and general booboo bandager.
Am good in the kitchen as well in case Mangetout and DeVena need any help.
Just point out whatever needs done and I’ll either do it, or organise a group to get it done… Always glad to help 
Wellllll…
I guess I’ll help with the drinking water/sanitary sewer operations. I would wish that Sweety could be there too, for hunting wild critters.
I’d form the Legion of Posters Who Don’t Post Often Yet Lurk, a.k.a. the LPWDPOYL.
Also, I’d be a member of the Star Trek Thread Clan. 
We gay Dopers would have tastefully decorated huts.
I’d open a cruisy gay bar with a dimly-lit back room.
Just in cast this does happen I’d like to announce that auditions for the Tropical Recitation Society will be held at noon on the 2nd day at the fashionable west end of the lagoon. While “The Simpsons” and “Star Wars” are high on our list people who have memorized any complete movie are encouraged to show up.
Hmm. Scott, if you ever get the urge to do monologues, do drop by.
Fern, I have entire episodes of Absolutely Fabulous memorized… with voices and accents.
Does this island have any abandoned temples built in worship of terrible, blasmphemous gods, by natives in ages that have long since pasted? If it does, I know where I am headed to go live. I will bind any Shoggoths that live there to my service, and rent them out in exchange for food for myself/ use them make myself the political power on the island. Of course, they will eventually rebel, so someone better be working on a coconut-flamethrower for when that happens.
Hmm… would we celebrate birthday son this island?
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That should have read “…birthdays on this island”… excuse me!
(typing on a keyboard that’s on one surface, while the actual monitor is on the table next to it is no good at all)
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Mrs. Thurston Howell, I’m sure?
[cue Little Roger and the Goosebumps’ “Stairway to Gilligan’s Island.”]
Of course you will. Let’s see …
Twenty minutes per pound, stick a fork in you and voila, you’re done!
Throw your cocnuts, see who cares? Well, maybe Esprix and matt_mcl …
Ahhh, the first course has arrived!
How else are we to wash down Mangetout and DeVena?
Just so long as I get to cook 'em.
But, what about “The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul?”
Just keep him away from that d@mned saxomaphone!
You’ll be quite the [S]hit!
[Darth Vader]
[gratuitous extra noisy breathing]
Leave that to me!
[/gratuitous extra noisy breathing]
[/Darth Vader]
Just so long as I get to cook your sorry @ss when it’s all over …
No, we merely brine you before grilling.
NO! Goulash!
Better than “Old Tasty Tristan!”
If you’re not needed for sauce, we’ll let you serve.
I am bemused by the mention and the context.
Are you calling my saucy? 