Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160815191629/@comment-25828117-20160901134856

"It's not like they had much choice... Hell, it's not like I had much choice..." Stick shrugged, squinting to look across the plains on which the sunlight bounced off.

The island looked different from Pearl Island. None of the vegetation was taller than a meter give or take. There were only rolling hills and sharp blades of dry grass and warm sands like you'd find in the mojave desert.

Crickets were ever-present too, giving this place a calming almost soothing presence compared to the cold mechanical rust-bucket they'd been on just now. There was a soft breeze but not nearly enough to escape the unyielding heat of the afternoon sun.

From the dune Jonas stood on now he could see the faint edges of the entire island along the horizon, or at least what looked like it, for it all ended in light blue dancing mirage-effects. Northa-ways he could see some wooden houses arranged around fields in a sort of old fashioned wild-west town kind of arrangement.

To complete the picture a tumbleweed rolled past him before he could descend the dune and into Dirt City.