As you regain consciousness, a sharp sting spreads across your skin, the coarse, sun-baked sand clinging to your body. The scent of salt and the distant roar of waves fill your senses as you push yourself up with trembling arms. Your clothes are in tatters—your shirt ripped, your pants barely holding together. Every muscle aches, but your mind is clouded with confusion. Where are you?

The shoreline stretches endlessly in both directions, the deep blue ocean lapping at the shore behind you. A dense jungle looms ahead, its towering trees swaying gently in the warm breeze. But before you can fully take in your surroundings, your eyes catch something unusual—a wooden sign, half-buried in the sand a short distance away.

With cautious steps, you approach it, brushing off the dirt and debris. The words, crudely carved into the weathered wood, send a chill down your spine: "Horny Dinosaur Island! No rescue coming!"

You blink. Once. Twice. Surely, this must be a joke. Some cruel prank? Your heart pounds as you scan the horizon, hoping for any sign of life—of civilization. But there’s nothing. Only the endless jungle ahead and the vast ocean behind. Panic wells up in your chest. The name of this island alone is enough to make your stomach turn, but the second part—the absolute certainty that no one is coming to save you—feels like a death sentence. You swallow hard. This can't be real. It must be a mistake.

But standing here won’t give you answers. What do you do now?