Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-5354667-20140720164201/@comment-5354667-20140721204836

''@Nooblox: I copy+pased the form that you had posted on my message wall. Also, remember that this is still the same premise as 303; there are no guns.''

''@NoBanana: That is fine, but you don't have to go "out of context" for every single post that you make. Also, I suggest that you read the updated rules and update your posts accordingly.''

Dylan

Mainland was one of the biggest islands that the group of thirteen harboured within them. After walking amongst the many high cliffs for a few hours, Dylan was starting to feel helpless. He waned nothing more than to get back to his foster sister and have the two of them live in peace, but he knew that with a tribe right next to the massive island, it would be futile.

Still, the Canyon tribe was one of the best tribes that the islands had, and Dylan hoped that he would be able to join them. Life as a trader had always appealed to him, as being trapped in a cave, or behind walls wouldn't make him feel protected, but rather as a prisoner. Canyon had a section of buildings near the shop that wasn't walled off at all, but the areas that were walled off could be seen even from Dylan's small vantage point. He looked behind him to the West and then turned back to look at the large island. The one that Natasha had been dropped of at was close to Canyon, and he hoped that she had made it there. He began the long trek across the wide expanse of Mainland, hoping to make it to Canyon before nightfall.