>why are you yelling at me? how is that helping?

>letting the woman be the navigator
Those dudes deserved what they got.

One of the greatest films of all time.

I follow the creek and continue walking along it, impossible to walk in circles, also I check for moss on the trees, it grows the most on the side of the tree that faces south. If I still manage to find myself at the beginning, I suspect magical frickery. I follow the creek again, now marking trees as I go onward until I return, now I've concluded the radius the magical dome that transports me to the beginning, I can mark the exact cut off point. Now I walk backwards towards the wall, all the while my friends are walking forward facing me, this concludes whether or not I'm "teleported" away or until everyone has crossed the border. If latter, we one person right at the border, the second one goes as far as the first person can see them, and so on, a chain of visual contact. If former, we see if it's a sphere by digging under the "wall" or climbing the nearest tree to the area of the circle and jumping over the "wall", if both efforts provide to be fruitless, we begin to create an area of controlled fire, after burning some 10mx10m area, we dig 1x2m holes on the ground, prepare to set the whole forest on fire, drench ourselves in water by the creek and set a damp cloth over our heads while the fire rages above. After the fire has settled, two things should've occurred, a smoke signal to indicate distress, and or if the dome doesn't let anything out not even fire, confirms our dome theory absolutely. If the fire hasn't left out the dome, we are effectively trapped with no way out, so in silent protest against the magical forces, I commit suicide by slitting my wrists and laying in the stream, the cold water slows down my pulse, pain receptors go dull, I'm just floating away.

She a cute

What the frick was his major malfunction?