[p]You are an ethnobotanist collecting
exotic specimens in the rainforests of Southeast Asia. Today you are traveling
in a small turbo-prop airplane to your next destination. Above, the sun shines brightly
in a cloudless sky. Below, the indigo waters are dotted with emerald islands.
It almost seems too gorgeous.[/p]
[p]You turn to your pilot to tell him what a beautiful day it is and you notice that he
is very pale and sweating profusely. He clutches at his chest and passes out. Your compassionate concern
for the pilot is suddenly replaced by the certain knowledge that the plane is nosediving into
[p]You grab the throttle. You have no idea what you are doing, but somehow you survive
landing in the treetops of a seemingly uninhabited island. You turn to assist the pilot, but, sadly, he
is beyond your help.[/p]
[p]In the far distance you here a bird calling. It sounds like, "beekee, beekee."[/p]
[p]The plane is perched precariously and there's a giant gaping hole where the door should be. It occurs to you that fifty feet above the ground
is not a very safe place to be.[/p]
[p]You are in the middle of a dense jungle. Above you is a plane precariously perched in the tree tops. It is totally impenetrable to the West
and South. To the North you a narrow, twisty path. To the East you see a waterfall in the distance.
[p]You are in a maze of twisty little footpaths that all look alike.
The dense jungle foliage crowds arounds you. You hear the racous
shout of parrots in the upper canopy. There are paths going North, South,
East, and West[/p]