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It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. For the Oaf, things were looking great, as he was just about to come into some great inheritance. But of course, inheritance follows a death. And along with the twenty-one other people sailing for the Island, the Oaf was particularly close to the Dignitary. However, he was disappointed as he did not get to carry the ashes to the Island, where they were to be cast into the ocean.

That duty belonged to the Heir, whom the Oaf spotted having an argument with his sister, the Heiress. A pair of twins, well-known for the fortune made by their parents. And now, they were to grow ever richer, with the passing of the Dignitary.

The Heir was soon approached and calmed down by his wife, the Gymnast. She was half his age, and considered quite the gold digger. After all, she couldnt earn her gold in the olympics, so she might as well earn it through marriage. But the Oaf liked her. She was nice to him.

The arrival to the Island was signalled by the ships horn, and the Oaf quietly moved to where the gangplank would set down. In front of him were two women quiet ones who shied away as he approached. The Banker and the Chef. The two often whispered to each other whenever the Oaf was around whether it was about him or gossip about the others, who could only know?

A short while later, the party had made its way into the estate on the Island, dividing up into rooms. The Oaf received a laugh and a pillow to his face as he entered his room - his bunkmate, it would appear, would be the Teenager. The kid began to mouth off about how cool the Island was, and how exciting all of the people there were. The Oaf was glad to sit in silence. He enjoyed listening to how the kid was going to seduce the beautiful Idol, or earn an internship with the Senator. Ah, to be young and dream.

Soon enough, the party had arrived cliffside. The ashes had been handed off to the Explorer, who reached the edge before tossing them into the waters below. The Explorer was one of the Dignitarys best mates, and he said a few words before the party took its silence.

HanOfTheNekos has died. He was The Author, INDEPENDENT Game-Master.

Everyone turned to head back inside, but the Oaf caught sight of the Racer, looking down over the sea. Her dark hair flowed in the wind, tears streaming down her face. The Oaf only watched for a moment, keeping eyes on her for her safety.

Back inside, the Lawyer had the papers drawn up. She spoke in a curt, professional voice: In short the Dignitary has split his estate twenty-two ways. One of those ways includes the Island here, so we will need to decide who wishes to take this land as their share. Otherwise, various assets have been grouped together, and we can discuss who gets what over the next couple of days.

After the short bit of business, the place got very lively as the Videographer and the Pianist broke out the booze. The Oaf had plenty, and soon things were swimming. He watched as the Videographer worked his charm to win over the buxom Biologist, and soon the two were heading upstairs. The Pianist was less successful, trying to woo the Actress who just considered herself way above him. He eventually gave up, heading back to his room alone.

Eventually, a sly smile and a tempting finger brought the Oaf over to a corner where he met a group of people, who began to shower him with ideas of wealth beyond his wildest dreams

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In the morning, the Oaf awoke with quite the hangover, voices shouting and pounding on the doors in the sleeping areas. Everyone was brought together in the dining room, where the Reporter spoke.

Unfortunately, the boat that had brought us all to the Island is in no working order. Somebody has tampered with it, leaving us stranded here.

The Huntress, her curls framing her impish face and pointed nose spoke up. Surely theres another way off the Island?
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