Let me tell you the story of how it all began, how I conquered The Ark.
My life here has been an amazing, wild ride, with life and death simply a daily problem thrown in the balance with every rising of the sun. This island has both blessed and cursed me, but the blessing were rare and far between, but the sweetest bits of life, and the curses came often, brutally and bloody. But I learned the rules here fast, that it was every being was to care only for its own survival, constantly at odds to preserve that precious yet fleeting vitality we call life. This was the Law of The Ark, and if any creature was to fail in observing it, the penalty was severe.
Our tale begins many years ago...
The first thing I remember was the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion. It filled my entire body, my lungs bursting, raggedly gasping for air, every fiber of my being aching. I was also dimly aware of a sharp pain in my head, and was surprised at how empty I found it-no knowledge of any prior existence. And finally, I felt a stinging sensation in my wrist. I tried to move, open my eyes, anything...but my nerves refused to respond. The vibration of heavy footsteps shook the earth, as I sunk back into an inky black ocean of unconsciousness.
I awoke to the calming sound of gentle waves lapping playfully at the water's edge, and felt the soft, sun-warmed ocean sand beneath my body. The pain in my body had eased. My brain felt slightly better, though I was confused, and my left hand was numb. I was aware that I had no clothing on, except for some sort of cruse undergarment. My eyes snapped open, and I was greeted with the burning rays of the sun, blinding me. I staggered about, as shades of green, yellow and blue swirled in my vision.
Objects began to focus, and I recognized a leafy forest of palms in front of me, with a large, flat stretch of beach to either side of me, meeting a blank, endless tropical sea. The shore was littered with boulders, driftwood and rocks, as well as brown, scuttling crabs. Overhead, seagulls wheeled and uttered harsh, familiar cries, and in the bushes nearby, some type of large turkeys were waddling about, looking rather stupid. As I reached out to pick myself up of the ground, I cried out in agony as a pain shot through my arm from my wrist. I glanced at my arm, and imbedded in the flesh was a diamond-shaped object, made apparently of metal, fused well into my body. Terrified, I scratched furiously at it, to no use...it was permanently stuck into my arm. It glowed with an odd, blue light, and I tapped it out of curiosity...
Instantly, a holographic image flashes up from the object.
"What the hell?"
I was surprised for a fraction of a second the sound of my own voice, but I was more absorbed in the screen. It portrayed a male symbol at the top, next to a name...
"Luke...so that's my name?"
Among other things, what mostly interested my was the title of the display:
'Specimen Implant #74663
"Specimen? Is this some messed up experiment? Who the hell would care about the results of dumping some random person of in some random island, anyway?"
I had no further time to think on this. Light, fast footfall approached me from behind, and I found myself face-to-face with toothy, foaming jaws, and the sickeningly sweet odor of death and decay filled the air...
