Post by Director of Island Activities on Jun 5, 2022 20:23:23 GMT -5
Wrestle Island is a beautiful tropical paradise - the sun is shining and the colorful array of birds is making their presence known, singing beautiful melodies. The bright blue waves wash across the shores leaving a briny scene in the air. We find the ring, deeper into the island, out of place but suitable for the upcoming showdown. Past that we enter into the more nature-dense area of the island, away from the palm trees and into the jungle. Vines and foliage obscure a lot of the natural sunlight, as small mammals and reptiles scurry into the underbrush. The varying shades of light make some stand out more than others, like an iguana sunbathing on a downed log it’s vibrant orange coloring glimmering in the sun's warmth. It was peaceful, just nature at it’s most decadent, thriving.
Then a noise, but before that noise, there is a moment - like the screeching silence of tires before a car crash, you watch as the animals tense up sensing what was happening before it had happened. Then tearing through the jungle was a blood-curdling, stomach-churning, primal roar. But really it was more of a scream, rough but definitely humanoid in design - if not monstrous. The wildlife scatters as the camera tosses and turns through the vines in the direction of the noise. The jungle gets darker, sunlight ceasing to break through the canopy, causing the camera to turn on its night vision feature.
A metal cage sticks out of the foreground, with a torn parachute caught in the branches above. The bars have been torn open, and the bodies of two wild boars have been decapitated, with their entrails torn out and feasted upon. Another unidentified body is smeared above, maybe a pilot? It’s hard to tell whether it’s human or animal by the desecration of the body.
Then from out of the corner of the camera, you see him approach, eyes glowing in the night vision as his frame emerges from the bushes - covered in blood and gore, breathing heavily with sweat and slaughter dripping down his raw, muscular frame. His teeth snarled as the low guttural tone of his growl creeps into your ears. The ground underneath his boots shakes the earth as if he was a man triple his size, but he was only the beast you see before you. He stops in the middle of the bodies, looking around the darkness and sniffing the air - catching a scent. In the same motion that he walks forward, he reaches down and scoops up one of the half corpse hogs, The flesh enters his maul and he tears off a strand of meat before tossing the body behind, making his way in the direction of where you saw the ring.
RotGut has arrived on Wrestle Island.
Then a noise, but before that noise, there is a moment - like the screeching silence of tires before a car crash, you watch as the animals tense up sensing what was happening before it had happened. Then tearing through the jungle was a blood-curdling, stomach-churning, primal roar. But really it was more of a scream, rough but definitely humanoid in design - if not monstrous. The wildlife scatters as the camera tosses and turns through the vines in the direction of the noise. The jungle gets darker, sunlight ceasing to break through the canopy, causing the camera to turn on its night vision feature.
A metal cage sticks out of the foreground, with a torn parachute caught in the branches above. The bars have been torn open, and the bodies of two wild boars have been decapitated, with their entrails torn out and feasted upon. Another unidentified body is smeared above, maybe a pilot? It’s hard to tell whether it’s human or animal by the desecration of the body.
Then from out of the corner of the camera, you see him approach, eyes glowing in the night vision as his frame emerges from the bushes - covered in blood and gore, breathing heavily with sweat and slaughter dripping down his raw, muscular frame. His teeth snarled as the low guttural tone of his growl creeps into your ears. The ground underneath his boots shakes the earth as if he was a man triple his size, but he was only the beast you see before you. He stops in the middle of the bodies, looking around the darkness and sniffing the air - catching a scent. In the same motion that he walks forward, he reaches down and scoops up one of the half corpse hogs, The flesh enters his maul and he tears off a strand of meat before tossing the body behind, making his way in the direction of where you saw the ring.
RotGut has arrived on Wrestle Island.