A New Island

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Walter's POV:

i was born to lower class parents. we lived on various islands. i finally ran away when my parents were taken by the evil jack russell terrier empire. i haven't seen them since i was a pup. i miss them so much. ever since then ive been travleling from island to island. my only possessions are my pots, my blanket, my nook phone, and my massive dump truck of an ass. i'm tiktok famous. i also have an only fans. none of my fans know about my tragic backstory.

i just finished posting my newest tiktok of me banging my pots and doing the wap. i left the random bungalow i found and put out my fire. time to sail to another island and take feet pictures. i walk to the beach and there i see it. my small raft made out of logs and flex tape.

"oh phil swift" i mutter "what would i do without you" i kiss the flex tape box.

"another day another island" i start sailing off to who knows where. i start singing my song, while banging my two pots together. after what seemed like months of sailing (which was really two hours of pot banging and screaming) i finally found land. but there's something different about this island. are those... villagers?!?!

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