The inhabitants are introduced to Isle VII, each armed with one item they brought from home. One man brought his laptop; another brough his guitar. They were secluded to Isle VII for a year under the occational visit from the man who started the project. While battling with growing enough food and maintaining their new home, relationships grow between them, for better or worse, and tension tightens between two different philisophical values. And to add to that, the neighboring island to the north has developed a taste for blood.
(Sorry if it's brief. I don;t want to give too much away.)
I prefer to keep my storyline private.
A calamitous mixture of all things in my mind--the writer.
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