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[1797]

[Guess who has been trapped alone in a building with four sticks of raw sugarcane and a map he wants to copy. All he has available is a tiny ass screen, so we must suffer the limited ASCII together. Fake screen boundary included bc otherwise it's even less decipherable.]

┌──────────────┐
│-`;-./`o\/\_,_│
│ (        -<- │
│ )   *        │
│(  x_x<-   ^n │
└──────────────┘

[There's a handy key of what some of this nonsense means if you keep scrolling:]

o start?
* jail (again)
-<- plane
x_x<- dead

Comments

fucking lmao

[1797]

[squinting. is...is this some kind of good cop/bad cop routine? minus the cop part (he hopes) (lol).]

Knock yourself out.

[don't mind him trying to gauge wtf is going on.]

idek

[salamanca]

You send me something privately! Can be anything you want. A smiley face! Just whatever.

Then I send it back to you, add onto it if I need to, you send it back to me, we can keep notes that way. We can't save anything ourselves otherwise.

[1797]

[well. he certainly wasn't lying about it being complicated (for taking notes).]

Is there really no paper on this island?

[salamanca]

I'm afraid not. Might be some at the airfield? They've got everything over there. Anywhere else, though, nothing.

[ A beat. ]

Sorry. Forgot to introduce myself. The name's Ben. I think you spoke to an acquaintance of mine earlier? The one who made the map. I'd like to apologize for his rudeness.