05.10.07 - 11:18 am

get up john. john, get up. john youre fine. you have faith, now use it. your spine was shattered from a fall out an eight story building, and yet here you walked the moment you woke upon that beach. and now a tiny inch long piece of metal is lodged somewhere in your torso. do not close your eyes, john. get up. get up john. if only you knew that everyone else has seen the mechanical smoke creature as a terrifying black mass, and you, and only you, have seen it as a beautiful white light....you would know that you can not be killed by conventional methods while on this island. you are important. you belong here john. you will stand with flames to your back, the bodies of the others scattered like dried leaves at your feet, and the rescue of the remaining survivors of flight 815 as a result of your doing.

you belong here john.

now get up, finish this.