givemfitz
Fukushima hybrid gopher
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There you are. Waking up in your cabin two weeks into a month long cruise with a smile on your face. Looking forward to another day of fun & sun, food & mood and the off chance of meeting someone interesting to spend your time with.
You continue to pleasantly ponder the possibilities as you shower and dress for the day ahead. You hardly notice the eerie quite or lack oh human traffic in the corridors as you make your way to the deck.
As you step into the morning sun however, it becomes instantly and frighteningly obvious that something is seriously amiss.
There is not a soul in sight and the ocean is splashing onto the deck in several places. The ship is sinking and was abandoned by all hands but you sometime during the night.
Somehow you managed to sleep right through the clanging alarms and the sounds of panic made by the entire ships compliment of souls as they escaped safely in the lifeboats.
"I knew I shouldn't have had those last ten margaritas," you think, as you frantically search for a way out of your predicament.
Then you see it. An island on the horizon.
A plan forms instantly in your mind and you immediately sprint to the deck entrance of the extremely well stocked, walmart sized gift shop. (It's a really big boat) You grab a domed raft and inflate it on deck. Running back and forth you fill the raft with as many essential things as you can think of. just as your zipping up what is surely the last duffle bag you see a discman, a large box of rechargeable batteries and a solar powered charger. You grab them and stuff them into the bag.
The water has begun to cover the deck and slip under the door as you realize that there is room for only three CDF's in the bag.
WHICH THREE DO YOU GRAB?
:huh: 
You continue to pleasantly ponder the possibilities as you shower and dress for the day ahead. You hardly notice the eerie quite or lack oh human traffic in the corridors as you make your way to the deck.
As you step into the morning sun however, it becomes instantly and frighteningly obvious that something is seriously amiss.
There is not a soul in sight and the ocean is splashing onto the deck in several places. The ship is sinking and was abandoned by all hands but you sometime during the night.
Somehow you managed to sleep right through the clanging alarms and the sounds of panic made by the entire ships compliment of souls as they escaped safely in the lifeboats.
"I knew I shouldn't have had those last ten margaritas," you think, as you frantically search for a way out of your predicament.
Then you see it. An island on the horizon.
A plan forms instantly in your mind and you immediately sprint to the deck entrance of the extremely well stocked, walmart sized gift shop. (It's a really big boat) You grab a domed raft and inflate it on deck. Running back and forth you fill the raft with as many essential things as you can think of. just as your zipping up what is surely the last duffle bag you see a discman, a large box of rechargeable batteries and a solar powered charger. You grab them and stuff them into the bag.
The water has begun to cover the deck and slip under the door as you realize that there is room for only three CDF's in the bag.
WHICH THREE DO YOU GRAB?
:huh: 
