I casually check the front right pocket of my favorite pair of drab green Banana Republic cargo shorts for the key that had arrived in my mailbox a few short weeks ago. Secure that the key is still there, I stuff my wallet, still thick with the remnants of the 4,000 Euros that had arrived along with it back into my hip pocket.

Shouldering my backpack, I half-step, half-jump from the chartered yacht to the fast-approaching dock. I make my way quickly down the length of the dock to the rocky shoreline of the island itself. "So this is it, Briar Island, land of my forefathers," I mutter to no one but myself, "doesn't look like much."

I check my Nike watch, already adjusted from the Eastern Standard Time of my native Louisville, Kentucky, to the time zone of this tiny island of Kentucky. "Well, I'm here in time for the dinner, assuming there's going to be some transportation provided," I mutter under my breath as I look around for a driver or shuttle or something.

Finally, spying a castle in the distance, I set off, by foot, up the rocky road. My thoughts are focused on the game before me, and the prize, control of the island. "I bet this rock will sell for a pretty chunk of change," I think out loud, "and even if I lose, I bet this competition will land me a spot on an even more popular show- maybe even Survivor." Thoughts of Survivor cause me to quicken my pace toward the castle.

OOC
Name: Jason Speed
No hard limits, would prefer to be collared early on by a female player/character