Pseudo M U D Deserted Island
You are surrounded by a searing sand, it scalds your feet and shade is remote. The sun glares at your tattered back and your eyes struggle to distinguish objects. You hear a wail of misery reverberating from the east and you can feel the soothing waters caress your swollen feet from behind you. Your hopefully-working compass points north, the beach continues forward for what seems half a mile before you can focus onto some trees. A small trail of smoke rises from the canopy bed. To your west...