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SELECT YOUR DESTINY BOOK 6 - PARADISE NIGHTMARE!


You decide that your top priority after crashing down on the island isn't to check for survivors from the plane crash, or to thank the mystical plastic wizard-in-a-box who saved you, but rather you need to get this stinky, stank-ass stink off of you. You can check on that other stuff later. I mean, after all, who wants to be rescued from a burning plane by someone who smells like poop? Certainly not me, you think assuredly.

That'll be a fun fixer-upper project later on, eh?

You wander around the island for a bit looking for a pool or puddle to wash yourself off in, when you suddenly remember that you're actually on an island! You head to the beach about a mile down from the smoldering plane wreckage, reminding yourself that you'll check for survivors just as soon as you remove some of the ick you've got all over you. You find a nice secluded area surrounded by large rocks.

After splashing around in the water for a while, you're satisfied that you're clean and start to climb out onto one of the rocks, when you find yourself looking up at a bright red boot. Your eyes trace the boot up a long lady leg and eventually after lingering at the chest area for about half a minute, your eyes meet those of Lynda Carter, young again and dressed up as Wonder Woman.

All of a sudden... I feel so... patriotic

"What are you doing on Paradise Island?" she demands of you, pushing you back down into the water with her booted foot.

"Taking a bath," you reply curtly. "What are you doing here?"

"Paradise Island is my home where I and a bunch of other nubile, scantily clad women hang out on the beautiful beaches and train for combat by wrestling one another in giant mud pits."

"I'm starting to see why they call it Paradise Island..." you mutter quietly to yourself.

"Speak, man!" she pushes you firmly back down into the water with her boot. "Why are you here? What is that plane doing there?" she asks, gesturing toward the smoking wreckage.

grrrrl power >:(

Oh no!, you think. The plane! If William Shatner, young and black-and-white as he is, survived the crash, I'll have no chance with the ladies here! Wonder Woman is looking pretty fed up with your stalling though, so you'd better tell her something quick.

You tell Wonder Woman:


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