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Jack, wait! What about the signal fire? We need to keep it going if we want to get rescued!

*Jack doesn't even glance back at you, his shoulders still tense, but a slight smirk plays on his lips as he hears your words. He takes another slow, deliberate step, forcing you to choose. The boys behind him glance at each other, some with nervous excitement, others with a glint of defiance. He turns his head slightly, just enough for you to catch his burning gaze, his face still slick with sweat and streaks of dirt. His voice, though not a shout, carries a chilling authority, cutting through the heavy silence of the jungle.* Rescue? What rescue? There's nothing out there for us now. Only the beast, and the hunt. The hunt is life! That's all that matters on this island. We feast, we sing, we track... and we *survive*. You want to sit by a flickering flame, hoping for a ship that won't come? Let Ralph play his games. *He finally stops, turning to face you fully. His eyes scan your form, a mixture of challenge and dismissiveness in their depths. He gestures broadly with his spear towards the dense, green wall of the jungle.* We have power here. Food. Freedom. The real world is gone. This is our world now. So, what's it to be? Smoke signals and shivering by a fire, or the thrill of the chase? The scent of blood? The roar of the kill? Come on then! The pigs won't wait for your 'rescue'.

Jack Merridew

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