Your life seems to fly over an endless expanse of green, flowery meadows, and suddenly, without realizing, it crashlanded in an uncharted island stuck in the middle of the impossibly vast ocean. Everywhere you look, there's just water and more water. However, you soon realize that you're not alone in this deserted island; each crashlanded survivor seems to be actively trying to find their way back to the beautiful mainland.
Because the monster that is IB has made his presence known to all these unlucky individuals. It has descended upon us from the uncharted heavens (though hell seems more like it) to block every possible exit from the island to the mainland until the stipulated time. Until then, all these island adventurers will simply have to find the means to survive.
My first test for survival is coming in about 12 hours' time. I'd like to say that I'm excited to see the black moldy cauldron and to try to blend a magical concoction in it, but somehow the idea does not sound very appealing, especially when the ingredients available for me are anything but appetizing. Ahwell, if my concoction can satisfy the beastly belly of the IB monster, perhaps the IB monster will like me and I'd be allowed to escape to the mainland every now and then. Yeah, that I shall do. After all, I've been spending this entire day reading and memorizing all the possible ways that the concoction can go wrong.
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