He felt a wonderful sense of gratification, as the people posted on his thread. Pointless, indeed it was. Yet amusing at the same time. How could that be? "No" he said. "Yes", he said. It was a nightmare. Luckily, there were survivors. A baby, a duck (recognized as Donald), an elderly woman, and an iPod. Stranded, with a murderer. They creep silently through the underbrush. Aha! But her leg, the old woman, it's caught in a bear trap! It's knawing off her leg! Its not a bear trap, it's a bear! Blood oozes out of her stump leg, as she fumbles to retrieve the iPod from her pocket. The baby, being only a year and a half old, was perplexed about the situation, and decided to eat the poisonous berries on that bush over there. Slowly, the baby started portraying symptoms of intoxication. By that point the duck had already waddled off and was peacefully enjoying the shade under a coconut tree. The baby started giggling. Shortly after, the infant fell into a deep sleep. During that sleep, a seagull picked the baby up and delivered it to a pack of wild dogs. They were incapable of speaking, so the baby grew up communicating through howling, scratching, and biting. When humans began to discover and journey to this land, the baby, who was now an adult, was found dead, in a tree. Wild dogs cannot climb trees. "YOU NEVER BELIEVED IN MY DREAMS!" Watch yourself, you might be a wild dog.