Hi, my name's Ralph, I was in a plane and crash landed into this piece of land that could possibly be an island. How does this even happen? I don't really know. The first day I was on the ground at this deserted place i saw this fat kid, he was weird and I couldn't really relate to him at all. I call him Piggy, the exact thing he told me not to call him, but it makes me laugh so Piggy it is. A while later Piggy and I found this shinny shell, and it turned out to be a conch so I being the smart one blew on it to try and notify any other kids on this awful piece of land. Somehow something in my life went well and it actually worked then we met a bunch of other kids who had been here with us. we eventually tried to decide who our leader would be, naturally I got it so now im leading a bunch of 12-8 year old boys on a stranded piece of land where we all crashed into on an airplane. Oh, and did I forget to say that there are (from what we know) no parents here this could be good or.... well very very bad. As of right now it seems like we have no hope and we are simply trying to hunt for food and figure out if this is an island or not. They sent me and 2 others to the nasty swamp to try and find food, this is sure to be a bumpy ride but im strapped in and ready to be a leader.