Krit's Islander Career

0: Broad Daylight Bewilderment

...As a blinding white light flashed from the inside of his head, Krit woke up.

With "What the hell?" as the only thought he had in mind, He shakily stood up...

...And immediately got hit by a fresh dose of orthostatic hypotension.

He managed to lean onto something before collapsing onto the ground, And as his vision slowly recovered, He looked around...

Grass... Trees... Rocks... But most importantly, Buildings, Alongside some people.

Breathing heavily, Krit realized that he leaned onto a tree, And with his heart still pounding in his ribs, He dragged his legs toward the buildings.

Maybe it's because of waking up just now from a long coma, He could hardly tell what these buildings are for, So he just chose one and went inside.

A singular man was there, And it was apparently a store, With a variety of stuff on the shelves, Mainly tools, Machines and furniture... What?

"What is this store even for?"

...But Krit didn't bother to care, It's not like he's able to buy something anyway.

"Hello, you seem lost, sir, may I help you?"

The man standing behind the counter suddenly spoke, And Krit jumped a bit having not expected a sound... And he looked at the random man...

"...Oh, Right, That's a cashier."

"Uh... Hello, Yes... ...Where am I?"

Normally, It'd be a weird thing to ask, And Krit knows that as well, But the man really seemed like he'd been through worse questions...

"...It's a store, we sell things here."

"No, I- ...Look, I know it's a store, duh."

"...Wha-"

"I meant, what is this, place? As a whole?"

"Oh, I see, you're one of those...
Well, you see... Uh..."

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...Some explaining was done...

And apparently, This is just a random island with few people living on it, They use dollars, For some reason.
Krit didn't bother to memorize the name of the island, It was kinda long, And he found it unnecessary to remember.
There's a refinery on the island, And they accept all kinds of stuff for money, So it'd be fine to take any type of job.
Krit had nothing to start a living with, But fortunately, The kind cashier gave him a fishing rod, It's a bit too old, But it'll do the job.

And as Krit walked out of the store with the gift, He took in some fresh air,
Feeling prepared, Our homeless guy, Without a single penny, Went towards the seaside... On his way to his first income... 

...And he was quite hungry as well.

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That was "0", Perhaps like a prologue.
I don't know if I liked it.
See you in "1", Hopefully.