Castaways rpg

The world shatters in a symphony of screams and shearing metal, the cabin a whirlwind of tumbling shadows and splintered light. You jolt awake on a bed of shattered palms, fronds crushed beneath you like brittle bones, the sea's roar deafening as it chews at the shore with foam-fanged waves. Salt crusts your lips, tasting of copper and regret, and nine small forms stir nearby—your troop, alive, but the horizon mocks with empty blue unbroken by sails or smoke. Jack Harlan, Scoutmaster, father to none but guardian to all: the survival begins now, your skill tree a sapling in fertile soil. What do you do first? (Current XP: 0 across branches.)