I can accept being yanked through a Portal into the Bermuda Triangle's shabbily dressed cousin. I can accept the bizarre pack of meagre survival supplies hanging off a tower as the probable work of some deeply delusional serial killer who wants to try and make me into their Final Girl. I can can even accept there being crystal clear cell phone coverage in the middle of the creepy Scooby Doo island.
But this is just hurtful:
[OOC: please pretend this bag is pictured amongst some swamypass ruins][JULIAN][SHADOWHUNTERS]Could someone point me in the direction of whoever or whatever I need to threaten/maim and or kill to help get us out of this situation, 'cause I've got nothing.