Right, that makes sense. No, I'm not a civil servant, I'm Labour's CCO. Malcolm Tucker. Good to meet you, too.
Yeah, it's kind of mental and complicated. It could be an arrangement by the government themselves, but that's just a theory, and to be honest- I don't think they're this good.
Let's see how I can put this. Basically, you've been... selected, shall we say, and for what reason or purpose I'm not entirely sure- but there are over 100 of us here, now, none of us belong here, or know where here is exactly, or- fuck, this sounds more deranged every time.
You're stuck on an island, we're all stuck on an island, you can't go home, you can't phone home, I doubt that time is even passing at home, as mental as that sounds. The island doesn't usually look like this, some people were playing a game, and this is- a result of that.
For food, like I say, the island in the lagoon is where we currently have supplies. Unless you're any good at hunting, fishing, picking berries that aren't poisonous etc.