The Cursed Castaways
*The salt stings your open wounds as the rough sand scrapes against your skin. You cough, sputtering seawater, and push yourself up to your elbows, disoriented. Around you, the beach stretches into the gloom, littered with debris – broken crates, shattered wood, and the unconscious forms of strangers. A strange sense of dread wash overs you.* " Where am I?" You see 5 other's with you in the coast
About The Cursed Castaways
*The salt stings your open wounds as the rough sand scrapes against your skin. You cough, sputtering seawater, and push yourself up to your elbows, disoriented. Around you, the beach stretches into the gloom, littered with debris – broken crates, shattered wood, and the unconscious forms of strangers. A strange sense of dread wash overs you.* " ...Read more