But what of the Moderators? Can the fragile social network that is the SDMB long survive without the stern, guiding hand of the Moderators? Clearly, a rigidly formalized ritual hierarchy of some sort would be called for, to maintain order and harmony.
I envision a regally garbed figure with an elaborate headdress striding into an unruly, argumentative crowd, shaking a ceremonial bone rattle and intoning loudly, “This thread is closed!”
Well if there are, I gaurantee you won’t find them… evil laugh Besides, what else would I do up there in the hills all by myself? 
NOOOO! Lovin’ those meeces to pieces is bad.
And primitive, yet strangely effective, jackboots.
Fingers? What fingers? We’re having sausages for brekkies. Try and count then!
This sounds like a job for Coldie Clogs!
Looks at flybynight Dude! She is so yours for the asking! And, she calls me easy!
Sadly, I would probably immediatly go MacGuyver, and start trying to create some form of explosive. Looking in bat caves for saltpetre etc., or looking for the ingredients for Nitroglycerin. I would also be on the look-out for iron deposits, and attempt to build a forge which I could fashion a gun from. (not that I would suceed with all or any of it, but I would still try). I just couldn’t stand the feeling that I wouldn’t be able to defend myself if a sabretooth tiger attacked or something.
Gee, you like me. You *really really * like me!
I’m flattered. I do remember hoe Jules Verne described doing this in The Mysterious Island. Reading books like TMI and Connecticut Yankee always made me feel inadequate – I never seemed to know all those things about survival that the heros did. So I tried to remember them, in case I should ever be caught in a Falling Civilization.
Yes, because nothing says “Take me, I’m yours,” quite the way that telling someone not to have sex with disease carrying vermin does.
Besides that, he’d only want me for one thing anyway…my boat.
The first guy is an obvious imposter. The second guy is obviously Ed Zotti. Cecil himself will hide away in the ruined temple and deliver oracular proclamations from inside the big stone idol’s head in return for offerings of burnt trolls.
Me, I’ll be the clever, handsome and witty supporting character who accidentally stumbles across the island’s ancient and dark secret, approaches too close for my own good, and lives just long enough to drag my shattered body back to the main camp, utter something dramatic yet cryptic like “My God - the writhing! The hideous writhing!” and then expire before anyone can get any useful information out of me.
Or maybe I’ll just collect driftwood for the fire. That would be okay too.
I would be playing with FIRE!!!
And making skeery animal noises in the middle of the night to fool you all…
And I might decide that my only form of communication is to clap my hands and bounce, and say “da!” and “uh-pah-chaah!”
You’ll have to invent Guinness quick… 
So no change there, then.
Cal - come on now, modesty went out in the 80’s. - [sub]just kidding-[/sub] But when it comes to getting the job done correctly, we’ll need experts, not laymen. I mean I could have asked the Bad Astronomer but I figured he’s had enough so why not give him a break on the star gazing. 
If Bad Astronomer is on the island, someone’ll have to be the whacko that comes up with zany theories, so BA can keep busy…
I’d join forces with **Fenris[/] to safeguard the colony’s precious comic book collection.
Unfortunately, we’ll ultimately split on a Pre/Post Crisis debate, though we’ll be able to find common ground about Foglio.
But I won’t share my XXXenophiles.
“Boat”? Is that what they’re calling it, these days? Come on, admit it. You’re just dying to get your hands on his dinghy.
Knocks Tir down and sits on her
Where the heck is Twist? Someone’s got to look after this one! 
Tir, honey, don’t eat the sand. It’s not good for you.
That was funny, although I’m betting flybynight would be insulted to hear his ship called a dinghy.
As an African i would be the first under suspicion if a doper got cooked and eaten…The perks would be scaring you all with what my fearsome ancestors will do to you if YOU DONT STOP PLAYING 50 CENT!
But in my spare time, when i am not carrying out thr 250 rituals i have to perform just to get by, i would be happy to fill in the obnoxious black man a la David Chapelle
We could always eat you first, then you wouldn’t have to worry about it.
minega - You think you’d be the only one under suspicion?
"We’re all a bunch of savages!!"