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Picture this:
You’re sitting
comfortably aboard Oceanic Air Flight #815, flying to the first-ever, “official”
TB Hawaiian Islands retreat. On your left, sleeping soundly against the
window, is Linda. Sitting on your right, is Hootie, who just ordered her third
Mai Tai and is humming the theme to “LOST” happily to herself. Boneswife
and Caroline just walked by, chatting on their way to the washroom, while up ahead, in first class, you spot Poohbear asking
the stewardess if the champagne being served is organic. You close your eyes
and try to relax…it’s a long way there….(yawn)…
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KA-BOOM! Suddenly you’re jarred awake by a huge blast and find that everything around
you is spinning…you hear the screams of a hundred TB’ers echoing through the chaos until just as suddenly, it
all goes blank….
Minutes, hours,
or days later?...You open your eyes and find yourself face down in sand. You
sit up and look around and are relieved to see some familiar faces – Christina, DaisyDelite, Clementine, Gabardine…at
least you’re not in this alone. Why, there must be forty or more TB’ers
here on the beach! Remnants of the aircraft rain from the sky. It’s obvious that you’re stuck here, at least for awhile.
But….where
ARE we?
What IS this place?....
You and the other
41 TB’ers gather together and decide to head inland to discover what lies ahead….not realizing that you have crash
landed in a giant theme park known as TB…LOST ISLAND. Location: Somewhere in the South
Pacific.
After hiking through
the jungle for 40 minutes, you come to a huge entrance way with the ominous words “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here”. You proceed ahead in any case, somewhat comforted that there seems to be some sort
of civilization in place on the island….
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