An Awakening

Your eyes flicker open, and you find yourself staring up through a haze of black smoke and leaves. The sun is shining high above you, and the air is warm on your nearly bare skin. Looking around you, there are two other people sitting up at the same time. A pile of wreckage behind you is burning, pouring out the choking black smoke. Above you, a canopy of maple leaves filters out some of the light, leaving you in shade.

One of the men by the fire begins to sit up, checking over his person, feeling his body, pressing in random places.

As Marty looks around the space, a few things jump out. There's a beach with lapping blue water about 400 feet away from you. You are all lying in a copse of trees that gets darker the further away from the beach it goes. About 20 feet away is a pile of burning wreckage, still with orange flames and black smoke pouring out of it. You pick out a few things of note: a tail fin with part of the letter E or F on it. A broken propeller blade hangs limply from a flaming engine. Your 'clothes' are drab gray, singed, and amount to nothing more than shorts and a belly shirt. The sun is directly overhead, and the day is warm in the shade of the trees, so it must be very warm in the direct sun.

The girl gets up and walks away from the two bickering men, not far, just a few feet. She looks them over a few times while they talk. "He's just introduced himself. Relax."

She moves to the left and peers at the wreckage, then the beach. "I was on campus shopping. Is that a beach? Are we supposed to believe we each got flown here without any memory?

Marty, as you investigate the beach, you don't find much. A pair of rocks the size of grapefruits, and some broken boughs. Down closer to the water, there are some seashells, nothing huge.

Deeper in the forest is much of what you'd expect. Fallen limbs, some fallen trees. Mounds of leaves, and a fair amount of acorns. There is some birdsong coming from deeper in the wooded area, however.

Go ahead and make a check to gather survival materials from the woods.

All checks (unless specified) have a base target of 70 on a 1d100 roll. In this case, you are in a well-stocked area from that perspective, so the target for this would be 60. You can add 1d10 to your roll because of your Mind rating. Additionally, you can drop the target by 10 because of your 2 survival points. So roll 1d100, 1d10 and the sum goes against a target of 50.

The plane wreckage is ~250' away. It's "super" on fire. You feel the heat from where you are at the moment.

That roll is good enough to get you the materials to make a basic shelter. Nothing more than a lean-to pitched in and around the trees, but it has space inside for at least 4 people cozily. In addition to your lean-to, you manage enough wood to likely get you through a full day of a fire, if you can find a way to light it.

This would be the aerial view of where you are, sort of. Imagine a flaming wreck at the bottom of the picture, and perhaps a bit more beach stretching out into the water.

Looking out across the water, you cannot see land on the other side. You are either oceanic somewhere, or a VERY large lake.

The top of the tail of the plane is about 24 or 25 feet in the air. The wings were attached to the top of the fuselage (from what you can see through the smoke).

Forgive the horrible photoshopping....




You have to figure the salt v fresh part out. ;)

The overpowering scent of burning metal sears your nose, causing you to cough and sputter.

When you get to the water, you taste a little. It's fresh!

The sun has moved a bit, if you stand with your back to the water, you have a sliver of shadow extending in front of you. Temp is warm, slightly on the unpleasant side. There is no breeze at the moment.

Yes, the sun was directly overhead when you originally woke. It's now moved slightly toward the water side.

As your eyes search the skies, it's a muddled mix of clouds (mainly cumulonimbus with some cirrus flecked throughout). You don't make out any distinct contrail like patterns.

Everyone make a Mind roll (1d100 and then however many D10 you can add based on the points you put in Mind).

For each point in an attribute, you can add 1d10 to a roll for that attribute. So in this case, Jim's mind roll would be 1d100, 2d10. Unfortunately, Gamersplane doesn't like 1d100+2d10 as a formula, so you have to make it separate items:



In this case, my result is a 107, a very good result. :)

As you are inspecting the water and the locale and getting a small shelter constructed, the sun has continued to drift overhead, you begin to cast longer shadows now. The flames are starting to die down on the aircraft. A small breeze has picked up, coming in off the water. From deeper in the wooded area you begin to hear birds calling.

There are no berries that you can see, however there are some acorns on the ground. There are plenty of sticks lying about, and some small rocks. You don't see anything much larger than a kiwi/clementine.

As the sun begins to set, you both hunker down in the hastily assembled shelter and fall asleep. Through the night, nothing much happens. As the sun comes up, you rouse yourselves and look outside. The flaming hunk of wreckage is no longer flaming and as you get near to it, it doesn't give off any real heat any longer.

When you approach the wreckage of the plane, you notice there's only a single charred body in the former cockpit. You find no other bodies in wreck, not even bits of bodies. The plane looks strange, however. Instead of rows of seats, the twisted charred remains reveal a series of cots of some sort bolted to the fuselage.

You can see the start of a letter on the tail, either an E or an F, you can't really say for certain. No food or clothing that you can see, they were all incinerated.

Martin starts hauling out anything that looks remotely useful. You end up with several pieces of slightly bent steel frames. On most of them, there are flame retardant straps riveted to the metal. Three of them look cut through, as if with a knife.

There are a few glass bottles and vials covered in ash.

You do find some melted piles of plastic with unwarped steel tubes in the middle. Marty, you recognize the metal components as pieces of military grade rifles and pistols.

There is the single charred skeleton.

At this point, you just can't puzzle out how best you could turn the scraps of wreckage he pulled out into useful things. You have a pretty good thought that you should be able to, your mind is just a bit at a loss at the moment.

You easily arrange a mat of leaves to hold the components. You find no other immediate resources in the wreckage. From where you are, looking both directions, the beach stretches on as far as you can see without bending or diverting.