Hello, and welcome to LOSTies. We were all once strangers and seemingly transitory close-quarters neighbors on the ill-fated Oceanic Flight 815. Unbeknownst to us, a veiled and behemoth force from an island just as perplexing had already conspired to seal our fates collectively, and now we find ourselves stranded on a strange and deadly island. As fatum may have it, we are all destined to start as meek survivors, no matter who we are, or what we did for a living, or how we lived our lives back at home. Even the darkest secrets we each tried so strenuously to hide within the sunless recesses of our past, altogether culminated into a series of fateful events already set in motion, albeit an ever downward spiraling chasm of trials we must face together. For it is our own destiny, not our choice, to save the world we left at home, from the ceaseless and remorseless destruction and havoc that only the Horde could birth, what with their vile, reptilian forms and their plagued minds. Hark! My fellow comrades, the impending doom and its sinister end already haunts us, and threatens everyone and every memory we hold dear. Rise up, rise up, and let us band together against the unknown, let us work together to defeat the only Evil that stands in our path. Let us cast the Horde and all its evil undoings into the shameful pits of uber pwnage!! We LOSTies will forever take up arms for the Alliance!!
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