How you managed to end up in this Aircraft was beyond you, perhaps the cruel jest of a Malevolent Official? Your family, looking for a quick paycheck. Or perhaps something else entirely.

The Constant Roar of Turbines rattled in your Skull, the sound deafening. You had been one of the lucky ones who managed to secure a window seat. Taking advantage of this, you peer out the window.

Ahead laid the Hallelujah Archipelago Chain, the Massive Islands connected together. You'd notice the odd, almost.. wrong. Feel of the island. The way al the climates mingled without interference. The stories of People vanishing without a trace. And most importantly, the Game itself.

You survey the interior of the plane, nothing more then a 100 Chairs surrounded in a flimsy metal cylinder. The other survivors around you gave a myriad of expressions.

The Cargo Bay doors lurch open with a whine. The doors parting. Wind rushing inside the craft as Sirens blared into the room.

Time to Dive.

You were practically pushed out of the craft by the stampede of Survivors, Luckily able to reorient yourself mid-air. Against your back lay a parachute for the final touchdown. Bodies slammed into one another. Midair. Soaking others too close to the impact in blood and gore. You look to the horizon, noticing three other Similar Planes flying towards the other islands in the chain.

You looked down, the Various Areas awaits you on Hallelujah. Question is; Will you survive? Or will the Island Quite literally, Swallow you whole?