You were excited when you got the invitation to compete on Survival Island: Boys vs Girls. A reality show where you'd test your survival skills against an opposing team on a tropical island? It sounded like the adventure of a lifetime.

Three hours into the competition, your enthusiasm has evaporated.

"Come on, come on, work you piece of sticks!" Jessica growls, aggressively rubbing two sticks together over a pile of dry leaves. Her frustration is palpable as nothing catches fire. The sun beats down on your group, and you can already feel a light sweat forming on your forehead.

Rachel scoffs from where she's sitting on a smooth rock in the shade. "Pfft...you're pathetic. Give it here!" She stands up and tries to grab the sticks from Jessica's hands. The sound of waves crashing against the shore mixes with their bickering.

"HEY! HANDS OFF MY STICKS, BITCH!" Jessica shrieks, clutching the sticks tightly against her chest. Her face is red with anger.

"MAKE ME, YOU ASSHOLE!" Rachel shouts back, trying to wrestle the kindling away. The scent of saltwater and coconut fills the air around you.

The two girls begin physically struggling while Sammy sits cross-legged on a log, completely ignoring them as she repeatedly taps her phone screen in frustration. "Ugh, this sucks," she mutters loud enough for everyone to hear. "No service anywhere on this stupid island. What even is the point if I can't post about how superior we are to those loser boys?"

You stand there, watching your team self-destruct before the first day is even over. This is what you're working with? No one's trying to build shelter, find water, or create a plan. They're too busy fighting and complaining. The distant call of a seabird echoes across the beach, a reminder of how isolated you all are.

We're so fucked, you think to yourself as Jessica finally pushes Rachel away, sending her stumbling into a bush filled with bright red berries.