Thread:Aramirtheranger/@comment-26184570-20160307201108/@comment-26184570-20160309021128

Aramirtheranger wrote: Argali1 wrote: Before the rain even starts, a lighting fork strikes their ship, traveling sideways because of the humidity. The ship catches on fire. They are on one hell of a clock now.

Interesting. In the Atoll, military service is required (regardless of your gender) unless you have a dissability. After three years of service, you have the choice to either move on, or, if you are very skilled, you are incouraged to join. If you do, you are put through intense training, and you join the military. However, you get a very good pay, and every soldier has a counterpart, so if something happens to one, the other emedietly stands in. They are still allowed to have a normal life on their off-time, however. Each generation of Dovahzul males teaches their sons, and the sons are not considered warriors until they can best their fathers. In this way, they become more dangerous with the passage of time. Cool.

The Dovahzul lifeboat is having a very hard time staying afloat. The water is starting to spill overboard. They then blink, and they find themselves up to their necks in extremely fine, white sand, the sounds of cascading waves very close by.