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((Marty 100% - Thorny Devil))

Marty paced aimlessly around the island. He was lost deep in thought. Not the kind of thoughts that most of the other islanders would have though. None of that , why me, how is he doing this, how will I cope stuff. Marty's thought's were stuck on one thing. How he wsa gonna go Keanu on Moreua and win himslef some internet rights. How long had it been now? He'd lost track, but it was definetly far too long. Taking Marty from his beloved internet is not a wise move, especially when you then give him sharp spines to get it back with.

His aimless pacing eventually led him to the beach. As he walked down the shore, dodging waves, he became aware of someone else nearby. He looked up and saw someone in a sweater and with a scarf. His first thought to this was a resounding "Heh?" That thought stuck. So being the 1337 ninja he was certain he was, he snuck up behind the odd-sweater-lad and let out a loud, "What, may I ask is with the sweater my good sir? Tis quite hot here. Arn't you, like, imploding from the shear intensity of the heat?"

Seeing Cecil's expression, Marty said this, "That's an interesting expression. It due to my severe awsomeness, my severe freaky-to-most-people looking-ness or have you not heard about the island yet." Gawd Marty hoped it wasn't the last option. He had been the welcome wagon for way too many already. He was tired of the whole "Hi, you're doomed, muahaha shpeel.

It was then that he saw the notebook. Seeing the notebook, he said, "Heh? What's with the notebook?"

"Mute? Ah, I get it now." he said, reading the note, "And no, ain't a costume. Judgeing by the fact you thought it was, you obvioulsy havn't heard the truth yet. Hokay, quick overview of the status quo. Everyone here is like this. Anthropomorphic creatures, turned into them by one Dr. Moreau. You can't get off the island and you've probably already gotten your first of the 5 syrum injections already. Escape equals no syrum which equals cancer which in turn equals pwnerization. There we go, now that that's over with, hi, I'm Marty." he said, extending a clawed hand.

"Anthropomophic. Means Critter/Human hybrid. It is actually quite possible that your cure he promised you, will be given. He usually follows through on those sort of things, just in unorthodox ways. Kinda like that short story with the monkey paw that granted wishes but in the worst possible way that gave me nightmares."

Cecil's final comment annoyed Marty a bit. Denial. "Does it seriously look like I'm wearing a costume?" he said. "And even if I was, one of this quality would cost thousands of dollars, dollars I don't have. And if I did, I would've boughten a stormtrooper costume instead. Listen. Denial is to be expected, but don't drag it on. Okey Dokey? Denial time ends.... now." He snapped his fingers.

((Last post I can ake for today. Night.))

"Hokay, here's the dillio. I can't guarenty anything, except for the fact that you're gonna turn into an animal, but if Moreau said he'll give you back your voice, which is what I assume he told you, he probably will. He's grown back peoples' arms. If he says he can do something, he can, and most likely, will."

"Well it's not all just to cure people." he said as he handed Cecil back his notebook. "Take me for example. I was told that this was a university. That's why I came. Nothing wrong with me, although some might disagree." Marty grinned. "Don't worry, be happy. That's my philosophy. You gotta work with the cards you're delt and if those cards are really a crazy doctor with wierd syrums and the intent to turn you into an animal then so be it!"

"Besides, you gotta look at the positives. You're on a beutiful tropical island, and your vacation ison't gonna end. S'all inclusive, buffet, rooms, and free stuff at the touch of a button. Never gotta work again. In my mind, that's about as paradise as it gets, except for the whole animal thing, but you get used to it."

"s**t" thought Marty, "Now what? Return the anger or supply compassion?" For a brief, rare moment, Marty was speechless.

"I'm sorry. But even so, it is true, this is a major change, quite likely even more so than any other anyone could experience." "On a side note," he said, changing his voice from compasionate to more stern, "Don't complain about your life's troubles. Most of us wouldn't be here if something hadn't gone horribly wrong at one point. Take me for example. I lost both my parents when I was 3, spent my entire life living out of an RV, never staying anywhere for more than a few months. I have never had a best friend. You're not the only one here who has experienced tragedy."