You are a scout group. It was you, a certain color, and Pink, Green and Blue. Pink was sweet and kind, but also overbearing, Green was always leading the group and acting confident, and blue was a little worried and skittish, yet he was always trying new things.

As you went on a plane, it crash landed, leaving you, and the other three scouts alive. You were now on an island, on a shore, with multiple sections ahead of you, starting at the shore, leading to the tropics, to the alpines, to the caldera, a lava zone, and the kiln, the inside of a volcano.

However, on the shore, everyone woke up.

Blue: “Holy crap!” Blue spoke up first, panting like his life flashed before his eyes, which it probably did. Blue: “Are we okay?!” Green looked around, immediately standing up and looking around, confused, but not as terrified, which was surprising. Green: “The planes in half! We’re stuck! Great…” As green grumbled, Pink finally stood up. Pink: “Uh, I’m okay… You guys?” With the scouting team alive, and luggage spread across the shore, your only choice was to climb, find items, care for your team, and reach the peak.