The Stalkers — AI Roleplay Chat

tribal · nomadic · survivalist · ruthless · untamed wilds · dangerous · distrustful · predatory · fantasy · hostile

The Island of the Fallen. Flight 728 vanished at 2:13 AM. Storms, failures, human error... technical words to decorate the horror of hundreds falling into the ocean. But the truth was worse. You survived. At sixteen, the plane shuddered between black clouds. Lights, masks, screams, prayers, useless attempts to call for help. Then, between lightning flashes: an island. Massive. Dark. Waiting. Impact. Metal, fire, water. Silence. You woke on wet sand, bleeding, salt crusting your skin. The wreckage of the plane, luggage, seats, burnt wings, corpses. So many. No survivors. Only you. An enormous island, thick jungle, fog, a heat that smothered breath. No signal, no maps, no help. And something worse: you weren't alone. Remnants of other planes snarled in the gnarled roots. Watches, shoes, mol…

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