Drakkwall
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Name: Joseph Thurston
Age: 32
Profession: Freelance Photographer
Body: Toned from years of travelling.
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 233 lb
Penis: 14 inches long, 3 inches thick.
Appearance: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/012/a/f/last_survivor_by_myhiddentreasure-d370wo2.jpg
Many would call airplanes the top of the line transportation, the most secure way to travel, with fewer deaths then cars, motorcycles, boats and even space shuttles. I call bullshit. My name is Joseph Thurston and I am a photographer who works for a national nature magazine, I take photos of animals, plants, landscapes and what nots. My mission for this trip was to fly to Brazil to take photos of some rare animals and plants in the area where a female professor named Jennifer Hutchinson leading an expedition team would meet me near the airport by the Amazons.
But things end badly, it started with the left engine making weird sounds, then it started to shake, then it began to smoke then there was a loud bang and it stopped moving and the three hundred ton iron bird with over two hundred passengers plummeted into the thick trees and marshes of the Amazons like a diving swan. Only it didn't land with grace and smoothness but with earth shattering rumble and scream of twisting and breaking metal. I found myself standing amongst the rubble, a bleeding gash on my forehead, the rest of the passengers were mostly dead or dying. The only reason I had survived was because I had been in the toilet when this happened, I had in panic pulled out an portable self-inflating bathing toy I had brought as a souvenir in Italy. Mister Smiling Blue Orca saved my sorry hide as it stuffed me in the room, making it almost impossible to breathe, the rather hardy rubber absorbed the impacts and once the plane stopped moving I just let the air out and I was free.
There were scarce supplies and I couldn't do anything for the dying, their bodies were crushed by the seats or split in half by the seatbelts. Gods it was like a horror movie, I had to get out of here. Taking hold of what supplies I could find, food ,water, medicine and other things, I tried to find a rubber raft among the ruins. Not noticing a feminine figure watching me from a distance with curious eyes.
OOC: Plane crash survivor tries to navigate through the jungle of the Amazons, meets a curious native woman who is part of one of the isolated tribes. He claims her when she sensually offers herself and she follows him, thinking of him as her husband now. Warning: Will contain pregnancy later on and possible multiple partners when they find the expedition he was to be part of.
Age: 32
Profession: Freelance Photographer
Body: Toned from years of travelling.
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 233 lb
Penis: 14 inches long, 3 inches thick.
Appearance: http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/012/a/f/last_survivor_by_myhiddentreasure-d370wo2.jpg
Many would call airplanes the top of the line transportation, the most secure way to travel, with fewer deaths then cars, motorcycles, boats and even space shuttles. I call bullshit. My name is Joseph Thurston and I am a photographer who works for a national nature magazine, I take photos of animals, plants, landscapes and what nots. My mission for this trip was to fly to Brazil to take photos of some rare animals and plants in the area where a female professor named Jennifer Hutchinson leading an expedition team would meet me near the airport by the Amazons.
But things end badly, it started with the left engine making weird sounds, then it started to shake, then it began to smoke then there was a loud bang and it stopped moving and the three hundred ton iron bird with over two hundred passengers plummeted into the thick trees and marshes of the Amazons like a diving swan. Only it didn't land with grace and smoothness but with earth shattering rumble and scream of twisting and breaking metal. I found myself standing amongst the rubble, a bleeding gash on my forehead, the rest of the passengers were mostly dead or dying. The only reason I had survived was because I had been in the toilet when this happened, I had in panic pulled out an portable self-inflating bathing toy I had brought as a souvenir in Italy. Mister Smiling Blue Orca saved my sorry hide as it stuffed me in the room, making it almost impossible to breathe, the rather hardy rubber absorbed the impacts and once the plane stopped moving I just let the air out and I was free.
There were scarce supplies and I couldn't do anything for the dying, their bodies were crushed by the seats or split in half by the seatbelts. Gods it was like a horror movie, I had to get out of here. Taking hold of what supplies I could find, food ,water, medicine and other things, I tried to find a rubber raft among the ruins. Not noticing a feminine figure watching me from a distance with curious eyes.
OOC: Plane crash survivor tries to navigate through the jungle of the Amazons, meets a curious native woman who is part of one of the isolated tribes. He claims her when she sensually offers herself and she follows him, thinking of him as her husband now. Warning: Will contain pregnancy later on and possible multiple partners when they find the expedition he was to be part of.
