(TW: Starvation, Descriptions of eating raw flesh and its aftermaths)
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Krit was still kinda wobbly on the way to the seaside, It's hard to move your legs when you don't even know how long you were in a coma for. With nobody taking care of him, Feeding him nutrition from the veins? He's grateful that he's even alive at the moment.
It was easy to get there thanks to a road sign pointing to all the directions on the island, The funny thing is, There isn't a restaurant, On this entire island.
Standing on the seashore, With the sun high up in the sky marking the time to be afternoon, Krit took a glance around. Nobody was there with him, What an empty island. But he didn't mind, It'd probably be a good thing to be alone, Too.
Taking in some salty sea air, The hungry guy waved the rod, The hook easily landed into the sea, Pretty far from the land.
He sat down, The waiting began...
Counting seconds...
...While just admiring the peacefulness of the sounds from the waves hitting the shores...
...Being a random fisherman...
...On an island he found himself somehow just on...
...Where the hell is the fish...?
...Minutes have passed, And no fish would bite the hook...
"...Ah ####!"
As a sudden realization kicked into the depth of his mind, Krit jumped up and pulled the hook out of the water. He didn't have bait, Not on the hook, Nor himself.
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Krit's Islander Career
ParanormalKrit, A random Robloxian, Will now be put onto an island full of unsolved mysteries... As a random innocent passer-by. There are conflicts, There are, Well, Unexplainable phenomenons. But that's nothing! Right? As long as the island is charming enou...
