THE ISLAND... {SEARCHING FOR STAFF}

[THE_ISLAND_MANAGER]

THE ISLAND

PARADISE ? NOT QUITE.

SEARCHING FOR STAFF!!

Ah. The Island. If you've been roleplaying on ProBoards Sites for the past decade, you've probably come across THE ISLAND at some point. New, fresh, and exciting, the Island is a pain in the neck to operate and run, especially at the high level we've held ourselves to over the years. But we've decided to give it one more shot and we're looking for talented, experienced staffers to assist our lead administrator Max in running, advertising, coding, designing, and improving this once-great roleplaying paradise. We encourage our staff to also be roleplayers, however, that is not a strict requirement. We're currently hoping to find the following staffers:

1. Assistant Administrator (second in command, so to speak)
2. Story Director (overseer of the site's plot and story direction)
3. Character Director (suppervises all canon characters and assists with accepting new users)
4 Moderators (x2) (overseer of all posts for grammar, spellings, and content)
5 Recruiter (in charge of all advertising)
6. Graphic Designer (creates all site graphics, including avatars)

If you're interested, please stop by the site and look around. THE ISLAND has a look, feel, and character all of it's own and it needs a special group of people to help make it a huge success, once again. If you're interested in joining us as a staff member, please reach out to [e-mail]

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THE ENTIRE BEACH HAD ERUPTED IN CRIMSON FLAME.
ALTHOUGH THE NEARLY CLOUDLESS SKY ABOVE WAS A STUNNING SHADE OF BABY BLUE, IT WAS COMPLETELY HIDDEN BY A MASSIVE LAYER OF THICK, BLACK SMOKE. THE REMNANTS OF THE AIRPLANE WERE SCARRED HAPHAZARDLY AROUND THE SHORELINE, MOST OF WHICH WERE BURNING IN THE INFERNO.

THE FUSELAGE HAD BROKEN INTO TWO SEGMENTS.
THE LARGER OF THE TWO, WHICH CONTAINED THE COCKPIT, RESTED ON THE BEACH, ABLAZE. THE LATTER HAD BROKEN OFF DURING THE PLANE’S DESCENT, CRASHING INTO THE BLUE OCEAN, ABOUT A MILE OFFSHORE. ONE OF THE TWIN JET ENGINES HAD EXPLODED UPON IMPACT, WHILE THE OTHER, WHICH HAD NOT BEEN COMPLETELY DESTROYED, CONTINUED TO SPIN, CHURNING THE BLANKET OF SMOG.

BLOOD AND DEBRIS COVERED THE WHITE SAND.
THE SCENE WAS TREMENDOUSLY LOUD, WHICH COULD BE ATTRIBUTED TO NOT ONLY THE ROAR OF THE SURVIVING JET ENGINE, OR THE CRACKLING OF THE BURNING WRECKAGE, BUT THE SCREAMING AND THE CRYING OF THE INDIVIDUALS WHO HAD NOT BEEN KILLED IN THE CRASH. NEARLY THIRTY OF THE ORIGINAL SIXTY TRAVELERS, ALL TEENAGERS BOUND FOR A SUMMER OCEANOGRAPHY CAMP OFF THE COAST OF AUSTRALIA, POPULATED THE SMOLDERING BEACH. THE MAJORITY OF WHICH HAD SUSTAINED INJURIES AND, AT PRESENT, IT SEEMED AS THOUGH NOBODY HAD ANY BACKGROUND IN FIRST AID.

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