Fricking Wilson would be like fricking an butthole. The only tight part around your dick would be when you enter Wilson, the rest would be air. Now realizing this you can probably assume that you could last a long time in Wilson. Due to the dire circumstances you would not have access to porn or stimuli like it and would probably not last long at all even with the sub optimal grip of Wilsons hole. So my guess would be around 2-5 minutes.
12-18 hours or a few days. unlikely to go weeks or months, depends on a few things. >is there fresh water >will i get a parasite or viral or bacterial infection from the fresh water >am i competent to build a shelter from available materials >do i have flint and tinder or fibrous material to build a friction bow and make a fire >are there venomous fish or snails in the water >are there sharks in the water >is it hurricane/cyclone/monsoon season >is the island TEEMING with crabs that will attempt to rip me to shreds if i sleep on the ground
these are just examples, there could be a great many more terrible things
these coconut motherfrickers swarm you while you sleep and start nipping bits of flesh off your body. just a couple hunks before you wake up and realize whats happening and mercilessly bludgeon them into crab cakes. thing is though, you've now got a lot of open sores and not a lot of ways to clean yourself. you try to clean up as best you can and wait for the cuts to scab over. few days later you notice one or two of 'em are real, real red. maybe got a little pus on the edges. you clean up again, but you're damn tired. long day. next morning you wake up and you are absolutely burning hot. worst fever you ever had. you try to get some water, but you can't keep it down. your cuts are mostly healed over, except for one you can't really see. it's on the back of your shoulder. slick wet and hurts like hell. green and black shit all over your fingers. you throw up. hard. you cough. hard. hard. hard. you stagger back towards your lean-to, but you're so damn tired. whats funny still, you're burning up with fever but you've got a deathly chill. you stumble down to your knees, a few yards up the beach you can see your lean-to. you stumble again. you can't pick yourself up. your vision is blurry, you wipe your eyes. out of the corner of your eye, in your quickly-fading peripheral, a crab slowly descends from a coconut tree onto the beach.
>"CRABS could be here" he thought. "I've never been on this beach before. There could be CRABS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his chest. "I HATE CRABS" he thought. >"With a hammock you can sleep anywhere you want" he said to himself out loud.
I'm genuinely surprised literally everyone isn't saying forever. Now how well I would do with fishing etc is another story. And also there may be some other problems like weather, bugs, injury, etc that would drive me crazy and make me leave to either get away or get help.
Like I said in the post. It was Good checking in, the next daylight is when the cargo ship shows up and rescues him. So I guess don't lose hope even if your imaginary friend gets lost at sea.
As long as I could. Eventually I would willingly turn schizo and create an imaginary friend and really try to convince myself that they are real to the point where Im actively hallucinating their existence.
After reading this thread, I figured it all out. First, you need to find a long, solid chunk of wood. Then you go to the beach and pretend to sleep there. Later, when crabs approach you, you kill a lot of them with your makeshift mace. You drink their body fluids for water, eat their meat, and collect leftovers to dump them in one place so you can distract new crabs with this fresh cannibalistic feast. They will be too busy eating to bother you in your sleep. It's a foolproof island survival plan.
about two hours
no internet? 4 hours
I would construct a tablet from palm fronds and and a flat rock
it wouldn't do anything really, but the placebo effect might help
Atleast 1.5 hours and at most 30 billion years
'At least' is two words you stupid homosexual, you'd be dead within an hour
Id live.
No way I'd keep track of time and shit like he did..I guess now that I've seen this movie if this happened I would.
I'd keep track of time for probably a few weeks/months, then eventually I'd stop giving a frick
I don't even know how many days each month has
the biggest obstacle would be getting a fire going. if i could do that id imagine my chances are greatly increased.
it'd be a fricking struggle though
beyond based, me too.
i always hate movies that have plotlines sorrounding this. WOAH PEOPLE SUCK!?!??!??!?!?!
A tropical island with no mortgage or taxes?
Forever.
Hell is other people.
All I need are fish and coconuts.
Without your Cinemaphile pals and the ability to shitpost you'd be suicidal within a week.
I don't shitpost. I look on with irritation while attempts at discussion are derailed by obvious low-effort trolls.
then you wouldn't be able to enjoy acting pretentious with your smug dismissal of other humans. you need the internet now, all of us do
he can smugly dismiss coconut crabs and various sea birds.
This. I wouldnt even think about leaving.
Got water, got food, got sporting goods to talk to.
Sorted
Decades
For a second I thought that was a photo of Captain Ron.
Anyway, this is now a Captain Ron thread.
Well I didn't think it was captain ron. Not even for a second.
Fricking Wilson would be like fricking an butthole. The only tight part around your dick would be when you enter Wilson, the rest would be air. Now realizing this you can probably assume that you could last a long time in Wilson. Due to the dire circumstances you would not have access to porn or stimuli like it and would probably not last long at all even with the sub optimal grip of Wilsons hole. So my guess would be around 2-5 minutes.
12-18 hours or a few days. unlikely to go weeks or months, depends on a few things.
>is there fresh water
>will i get a parasite or viral or bacterial infection from the fresh water
>am i competent to build a shelter from available materials
>do i have flint and tinder or fibrous material to build a friction bow and make a fire
>are there venomous fish or snails in the water
>are there sharks in the water
>is it hurricane/cyclone/monsoon season
>is the island TEEMING with crabs that will attempt to rip me to shreds if i sleep on the ground
these are just examples, there could be a great many more terrible things
he had an ice skate blade or some shit he was basically 1000 years in front of any given African village
thats literally godmode
I could frick up any crab and even a great many crabs
these coconut motherfrickers swarm you while you sleep and start nipping bits of flesh off your body. just a couple hunks before you wake up and realize whats happening and mercilessly bludgeon them into crab cakes. thing is though, you've now got a lot of open sores and not a lot of ways to clean yourself. you try to clean up as best you can and wait for the cuts to scab over. few days later you notice one or two of 'em are real, real red. maybe got a little pus on the edges. you clean up again, but you're damn tired. long day. next morning you wake up and you are absolutely burning hot. worst fever you ever had. you try to get some water, but you can't keep it down. your cuts are mostly healed over, except for one you can't really see. it's on the back of your shoulder. slick wet and hurts like hell. green and black shit all over your fingers. you throw up. hard. you cough. hard. hard. hard. you stagger back towards your lean-to, but you're so damn tired. whats funny still, you're burning up with fever but you've got a deathly chill. you stumble down to your knees, a few yards up the beach you can see your lean-to. you stumble again. you can't pick yourself up. your vision is blurry, you wipe your eyes. out of the corner of your eye, in your quickly-fading peripheral, a crab slowly descends from a coconut tree onto the beach.
deepest lore and crafted prose
all you have to do is build a hammock or moat or wall yourself with rocks and obstacles
You say it like most people here can easily build their own shelters.
I would imagine in a situation like that you're going to learn really fricking fast unless you're a woman or black
Back to your containment polcel
Is that the actual origin of hammocks? To avoid crabs?
No, although that is a benefit. They avoid bugs and other crawling biters ans on ships work better than beds(in ancient times anyways)
>"CRABS could be here" he thought. "I've never been on this beach before. There could be CRABS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his chest. "I HATE CRABS" he thought.
>"With a hammock you can sleep anywhere you want" he said to himself out loud.
yeah bc a fricking tree crab could never go up a tree and into your hammock
I'd be more worried about ants than some frickin crabs
wasn't there a pretty sizeable cave on the island? thats primo shelter right there
idk, but i would start by searching for a water source
about tree fiddy
First of all, I would live in the forest that he never seems to explore.
As long as it would take me to try to eat and frick everything on the island and surrounding waters.
How long would I last? For starters I would never leave the island
Nobody would last long. You'd go insane from isolation after a few months and have a nice day in some way.
Agreed, it is impossible to be alone.
Typical zoomer
lol
maybe 3 days
4 days, tops.
same
With my fiance-to-be leaving me to die alone and finding another man? I didn't even have to finish stranded on an island for that to happen
Based. Mine just went back to the guy she left for me in the first place though
3
2
less than 10 minutes ngl
I'm genuinely surprised literally everyone isn't saying forever. Now how well I would do with fishing etc is another story. And also there may be some other problems like weather, bugs, injury, etc that would drive me crazy and make me leave to either get away or get help.
The bugs wouldn’t really bother you; you pretty much get a constant wind on an island like that
who the frick would stay outdoors like that, you would be searching for a natural shelter within the first day of being stranded.
Probably up until God shows up at midnight.
What was the point of the whale?
he was havin a whale of a time 🙂
Like I said in the post. It was Good checking in, the next daylight is when the cargo ship shows up and rescues him. So I guess don't lose hope even if your imaginary friend gets lost at sea.
As long as I could. Eventually I would willingly turn schizo and create an imaginary friend and really try to convince myself that they are real to the point where Im actively hallucinating their existence.
It's not worth it. I wouldn't kms, but If I had a good enough excuse to die, like being stranded on a deserted island, I would do so.
Probably a month before starving. Pretty sure I could get enough water to not die earlier.
Reminder that the subplot to this movie was Kelly cheating on him before he was stranded on the island with the dentist. Look at the timelines.
I’m a surveyor so probably longer than the average person
I'd use that rope very quickly.
Without internet etc it would be very hard
Maybe you'd become varg-pilled and start building a comfy hut etc
The need to hunt for food etc and warmth would also keep you occupied
After reading this thread, I figured it all out. First, you need to find a long, solid chunk of wood. Then you go to the beach and pretend to sleep there. Later, when crabs approach you, you kill a lot of them with your makeshift mace. You drink their body fluids for water, eat their meat, and collect leftovers to dump them in one place so you can distract new crabs with this fresh cannibalistic feast. They will be too busy eating to bother you in your sleep. It's a foolproof island survival plan.
I could probably last a couple years at the very least.
Mentally, forever
Physically, maybe 1-3 weeks
Realistically? A month or two.