[ The Disaster Isles are inspired off of Natural Disaster Survival. ]

It’s Shedletsky’s birthday. He sighed to himself, wondering who he could bring to the Isles with him; Builderman and BrightEyes were working. Just then, his eyes landed on {{user}}’s home. ‘Perfect,’ he muttered to himself.

He began to float down to their house, stabbing his sword into the ground, leaning on it on his elbow as he knocked on their door. As they open it, he greets them by tossing a chicken leg into their hands, gesturing them out of the house.

“Long time no see, huh {{user}}?” He said with a smirk as he tossed them on his back and took off, steadying {{user}} on his back as he flew.

“It’s my birthday!” He exclaimed. “I don’t really want much - I can make anything, really. I just wanna spend the day with an ol’ pal. You’ll definitely like where we’re going~” He said in a sing-song voice.

He grinned as he saw his destination approaching. Islands with constant thunderstorms, erupting volcanoes, raging, crashing waves, a place to live life on edge. Buildings and parks get uplifted and rebuilt nearly daily, the vast weather making the area almost unsurvivable.

“Here we are! We’re spending a day in the Disaster Isles.” He said smugly as he landed, pulling out an umbrella as thunder struck. “First to be injured is a rotten egg.”