Sims 3 (Castaway Story) - "Punch-out"
"Punch-Out": A Survival Story (Castaway) Chapter One - Mayday "Homeplate, Fast Eagle 101, Angels 20..." Commander Toshio "Animal" Nakamura spoke into the mic embedded in his oxygen mask, "Two minu...
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Punch-Out A Survival Story
Chapter Three - A Hard Conversation
A lot of things went through Animal's mind as he concentrated on catching fish that afternoon and by the time nightfall came around he and Butch had managed to catch several fish that were edible for the firepit that they'd found. He and Butch were both starting to feel the cold and it was sweet relief to have finally lit the firepit and be able to sit and roast their catch over a hot flame.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sfxtcecu9Is/XuVYNsnJrtI/AAAAAAAAgsw/xYewl25eiRgIqfj90hsgrQM816bMp4KOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-34.jpg "You feeling OK...bumps, bruises, no broken bones...sprains?" Tosh easily slipped back into the role of CO...trying to ascertain that his backseater was OK.
"I'm fine, I didn't break anything punching out and no sprains, loops were tight so nothing was flailing around when the bang-seat went off."
"Good thing, Butch. Survival gets a lot tougher if you're injured..."
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UA-GKX3uyE8/XuVZOtAExyI/AAAAAAAAgs8/kePTF1qtc5oHAC3VLXTBFpak8jeTvDcigCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-36.jpg "Thanks for asking...though..." Butch said as she looked at her fish that she was roasting to make sure that it didn't catch on fire. Well cooked was preferred."
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeL-HvBF4TA/XuVZ7ipNr9I/AAAAAAAAgtE/HuLS0f17Jost5gwy8749VrArkCeN2Od6QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-35.jpg Quite the ride we had. Wasn't sure if we were going to make landfall..." Animal admitted soberly. "Punching out over water isn't the best possible scenario especially when we've both lost our beacons." He looked over at her.
"If I had some tools, I could try to see if I could get mine working...but yours might be a complete bust...considering it's sitting at the bottom of the ocean."
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UuW3Sj4LaCk/XuVb9KJyApI/AAAAAAAAgtQ/kzXw7X4Df5YFA7cQ0CkWuza9ImgkN1KmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-41.jpg Animal muttered, "Thanks for reminding me..." Darned cheap velcro...made by the lowest bidder. When he got back; if he got back...he was going to send a blistering memo up the wire to DC telling Requisitions off about their propensity to go with the cheap end of the deal. It could have cost them their lives. You spend over a million training up a crew and you don't give them the best chance to survive because you skimp out on the other stuff. That Beltway bureaucratic bean-counter thinking was absolute horse-manure.
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3j5EbyAIC8/XuVdS-IXfzI/AAAAAAAAgtc/csM2b4pURGs9PVpmlTtrmNYOySyo-kaQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-42.jpg Taking a bite out of her fish, she commented, "This isn't bad fish, is it? I like the taste."
"Yeah, with red herring, you gotta watch the bones..." Animal replied picking a bone out from between his teeth, "Maybe if the bones sit long enough they'll become brittle enough to become fertilizer for any plants..."
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5zEV_SNJU-0/XuVfCDVa7oI/AAAAAAAAgto/D3XMt3urzTQmxicqVgXioM3th_pSzqmNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-40.jpg Butch looked soberly at him, the hard-edged competent naval officer was gone and the look of a scared mid-twenties young woman replaced her, "You think we're going to be here for a long time?"
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6yxtwOIE_A/XuVgH2sITqI/AAAAAAAAgt0/XDOnO62Z1mkqwScInkpJ1mezW-w7rh3RACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-47.jpg Animal didn't want to frighten her, but he also had to prepare her mentally for that eventuality. "I hope not..." he said finally, "But the possibility is there that we may not be found."
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbo7kFUKEVw/XuVg146fd4I/AAAAAAAAgt8/rLdCrqeLy9Uk-Wz3KL_pvtsaEQqG_7jtwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-48.jpg "...and what happens in that eventuality?"
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFlWoMGBr7Q/XuVhVHo8H-I/AAAAAAAAguE/xJdm-jZ2YRASD7L6iO_VsE6KQEh3TgEEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-55.jpg"I'm hoping we'll get rescued..." Tosh said trying to put a positive spin on things...trying to keep a cheery expression...
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQXWOtE6KvA/XuVhtqcHOgI/AAAAAAAAguM/hti8wYtt7qM_Hcd_3-s51sDoV9klABEFACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-50.jpghttps://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV6kt9L9MRk/XuVj03MUsnI/AAAAAAAAguY/sTOLhhAHdXQZmn7MfkpRCXSg7hItpWxEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-49.jpg "but on the other hand...if a rescue isn't possible within two weeks of when we went down...." Animal looked at her and soberly said, "It's a grim possibility, that we won't ever get rescued. In that eventuality...we have to make a life for ourselves..." he said...as he looked at her with a serious expression, "...here on this little island..."
Chapter Three - A Hard Conversation
A lot of things went through Animal's mind as he concentrated on catching fish that afternoon and by the time nightfall came around he and Butch had managed to catch several fish that were edible for the firepit that they'd found. He and Butch were both starting to feel the cold and it was sweet relief to have finally lit the firepit and be able to sit and roast their catch over a hot flame.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sfxtcecu9Is/XuVYNsnJrtI/AAAAAAAAgsw/xYewl25eiRgIqfj90hsgrQM816bMp4KOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-34.jpg "You feeling OK...bumps, bruises, no broken bones...sprains?" Tosh easily slipped back into the role of CO...trying to ascertain that his backseater was OK.
"I'm fine, I didn't break anything punching out and no sprains, loops were tight so nothing was flailing around when the bang-seat went off."
"Good thing, Butch. Survival gets a lot tougher if you're injured..."
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UA-GKX3uyE8/XuVZOtAExyI/AAAAAAAAgs8/kePTF1qtc5oHAC3VLXTBFpak8jeTvDcigCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-36.jpg "Thanks for asking...though..." Butch said as she looked at her fish that she was roasting to make sure that it didn't catch on fire. Well cooked was preferred."
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeL-HvBF4TA/XuVZ7ipNr9I/AAAAAAAAgtE/HuLS0f17Jost5gwy8749VrArkCeN2Od6QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-35.jpg Quite the ride we had. Wasn't sure if we were going to make landfall..." Animal admitted soberly. "Punching out over water isn't the best possible scenario especially when we've both lost our beacons." He looked over at her.
"If I had some tools, I could try to see if I could get mine working...but yours might be a complete bust...considering it's sitting at the bottom of the ocean."
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UuW3Sj4LaCk/XuVb9KJyApI/AAAAAAAAgtQ/kzXw7X4Df5YFA7cQ0CkWuza9ImgkN1KmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-41.jpg Animal muttered, "Thanks for reminding me..." Darned cheap velcro...made by the lowest bidder. When he got back; if he got back...he was going to send a blistering memo up the wire to DC telling Requisitions off about their propensity to go with the cheap end of the deal. It could have cost them their lives. You spend over a million training up a crew and you don't give them the best chance to survive because you skimp out on the other stuff. That Beltway bureaucratic bean-counter thinking was absolute horse-manure.
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3j5EbyAIC8/XuVdS-IXfzI/AAAAAAAAgtc/csM2b4pURGs9PVpmlTtrmNYOySyo-kaQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-42.jpg Taking a bite out of her fish, she commented, "This isn't bad fish, is it? I like the taste."
"Yeah, with red herring, you gotta watch the bones..." Animal replied picking a bone out from between his teeth, "Maybe if the bones sit long enough they'll become brittle enough to become fertilizer for any plants..."
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5zEV_SNJU-0/XuVfCDVa7oI/AAAAAAAAgto/D3XMt3urzTQmxicqVgXioM3th_pSzqmNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-40.jpg Butch looked soberly at him, the hard-edged competent naval officer was gone and the look of a scared mid-twenties young woman replaced her, "You think we're going to be here for a long time?"
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6yxtwOIE_A/XuVgH2sITqI/AAAAAAAAgt0/XDOnO62Z1mkqwScInkpJ1mezW-w7rh3RACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-47.jpg Animal didn't want to frighten her, but he also had to prepare her mentally for that eventuality. "I hope not..." he said finally, "But the possibility is there that we may not be found."
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbo7kFUKEVw/XuVg146fd4I/AAAAAAAAgt8/rLdCrqeLy9Uk-Wz3KL_pvtsaEQqG_7jtwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-48.jpg "...and what happens in that eventuality?"
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFlWoMGBr7Q/XuVhVHo8H-I/AAAAAAAAguE/xJdm-jZ2YRASD7L6iO_VsE6KQEh3TgEEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-55.jpg"I'm hoping we'll get rescued..." Tosh said trying to put a positive spin on things...trying to keep a cheery expression...
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQXWOtE6KvA/XuVhtqcHOgI/AAAAAAAAguM/hti8wYtt7qM_Hcd_3-s51sDoV9klABEFACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-50.jpghttps://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV6kt9L9MRk/XuVj03MUsnI/AAAAAAAAguY/sTOLhhAHdXQZmn7MfkpRCXSg7hItpWxEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-49.jpg "but on the other hand...if a rescue isn't possible within two weeks of when we went down...." Animal looked at her and soberly said, "It's a grim possibility, that we won't ever get rescued. In that eventuality...we have to make a life for ourselves..." he said...as he looked at her with a serious expression, "...here on this little island..."
