For Biron Prescott’s 19th birthday, his parents (multi-billionaires Jaxson and Callista Prescott), sent him on a cruise around the world. The cruise started out just as you would expect. Leisurely days by the pool, oogling women in bikinis while drinking beverages that taste like coconut with brightly colors umbrellas in them. Nights of dancing or playing cards or… well, whatever he wanted really because the sky’s were the limit.
And then the unthinkable happened.
A storm hit.
The biggest storm Biron had ever seen in all of his sheltered life.
The cruise ship was battered and beaten. The captain and crew urged all the passengers into lifeboats, fearing the worst…
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Biron climbed into a lifeboat with three other guys. The waves swept them further out to sea than any of the other lifeboats. The elements battered them from all sides. Harsh, unforgiving rain… burning, parching sun…
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Days, or possibly weeks later, Biron awoke on little island in the middle of nowhere, alone. Stranded.
By chance, he still had his cell phone with him. But try as he could.. he couldn’t get it to work.
In his frustration, he dropped it, smashing the screen.
Rendering the phone more that utterly useless.
It was soon clear (or, as clear as it could be anyway), that help would not be coming any time soon. Biron was alone, and who knew how long he would remain so.
Biron Prescott ~ Our Castaway
Adventurous ~ Clumsy ~ Loves the Heat ~ Loves the Outdoors ~ Unstable
Favs: Songwriter (music) ~ Lobster Thermador ~ Aqua
LTW: Renaissance Sim (reach level 10 of 3 Skills)
It took some doing, but after days and days of struggling (or possibly longer, Biron had moments where time escaped him), Biron finally managed to get a decent shelter set up. It’s little more than a lean-to, with a grass roof, rotting boards and a firepit he fashioned out of rocks.
In the inside, he had, well.. the essentials. (For the challenge, anyway. Need the toiler for basic hygene, a sleeping bag, and the computer for using NRAAs Register to get rid of spawned animals and stuff.), the multitab is another piece of electronics Biron managed to salvage. Funny, it works, but having no internet, he can’t send a signal out to get home.
It’s worse than Gillian’s Island.
Biron spends his days fishing. Food is important. He needed it to stay alive. Somewhere out there, his parents are looking for him. He needs to maintain his health.
At night, he roasts fish by the fire, eats his fill, and then curls up in his sleeping bag for a ‘good’ night’s sleep. He won’t say sleeping on the floor is good or even good for you. But its sleep and the sleeping bag is warm.
And maybe if he’s lucky, the search teams will see his fire and come to rescue him soon.
Simmer’s Notes: I recently heard about this challenge and started watching several webcast versions on Youtube. I got bit with the idea to do my own. Biron is… a bit a screwy. I hope you all like him as much as I do.