An eye. A man. This man's name is Jim. He has ended up here via several crazy adventures, most of them involving big boobies. He was born sometime in 1980-1982, and the last thing he remembered was waking up and going to high school.
Jim groggly rises to meet the glaring sun. Off in the distance, he can hear screaming. He runs through the underbrush, not knowing how he even ended up there, hoping for answers. Along the way he trips over something metalic, and falls flat on his face. Dizzyed and confused, he rises, staring into the face (if it can be called) of a tisted tendril of shadowy smoke. Needless to say, he totally freaks out, and runs right in the opposite direction. Pushing through the palm trees and brush, he comes across the sight of a large group of people, and nearby, the crashed and wreked ruins oof a plane.
"Oh shit." Jim says, rubbing his temples, trying to break out of the trance he was in at the sight of such carnage. "Where the hell am I?"
It's qwite simple really.
He's on LOST, season 1.
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Sun Mar 08 17:02:41 2009