The Web Spot

Good morning, Residents:

Congratulations! Today marks two years since the first of you woke up on our lovely island. We know you've dealt with a lot, and we commend you for handling it all with bravery and dignity.

It is our belief that you all deserve a bit of an upgrade. Our small island is no more. Welcome to your new mountain paradise! Our lovely ski resort village will provide you with many of the amenities and businesses you are used to, as well as an upgrade in our public health and education facilities. Of course, those of you who have created your own business ventures need not worry, we have transferred your buildings here.

We imagine you've enjoyed your island bungalows, but we're sure you can understand the need for something a bit more cozy on a snowy mountaintop. We've prepared new cabins for your rest and relaxation needs. Each comes with four furnished bedrooms and enough bathrooms there should be very little fighting in the mornings!

As you can see, we're very excited for the upcoming changes in your lives and we hope you will be, too.

Sincerely,
The Powers That Be

Fuck.

Everyone still here??

I'm missing a kid. Peter, please be, where are you?

Umm quick question: what the actual fuck?

I think this place is giving me whiplash.

My balls are literally going to freeze the fuck off


and I'm not eating anything that Diego "my body is a fucking temple here is a raw egg" cooks.

Diego doesn't even have any fucking alcohol.

This explains why I was dreaming of snow.

Are we still going to have a party? With snowballs instead of water balloons.

Am I going nuts or were we on a beach yesterday and this morning, there is snow everywhere? Will we go back to the beach or will we keep the snow? Because I've never seen this much snow before and I don't own a coat. Unless one magically appeared in my closet. I haven't looked. Maybe I should do that.