Captain’s Journal, Day 7: As my ship impaled itself on the rocks near the coast of the mysterious Reality Service Island, I was thrown into the choppy seas and swam for shore. Alive! Alive! I shouted to the starry skies as I collapsed on the beach. How long I slept I do not know, but when I awoke there was no trace of my ship and crew.
I recalled the strange appearance of this island on my charts. It was shaped like a hand. Was this a natural phenomenon or the work of some powerful intelligence? I trekked through the jungle, working my way to the highest point on the island. And there, I saw it.
A hand.
It towered over me, massive and metal. The sunrise glinted off of shiny fingers, beckoning me. Something urged me to sit on one of the blue pads surrounding it. I was immediately transported in front of the hand, unable to control control my own movements.
“Who are you?” the hand asked me.
Okay, allow me a little dramatic license in the hopes of making this more interesting than it really is. Reality Service Island is worth a look, if only because… well, hey, giant metal hand, right? Let it transport you upward a few hundred meters and there’s a bit of a puzzle to solve to get past the Time Guardians, beyond which you will find… hey, I’m not going to spoil all your fun.
Reality Service is apparently a 3-D modeling community out of Germany. They can print posters or create real 3-D objects based on your models (using some kind of printing technology that didn’t quite make it through the translation). The island seems to be a combination of brochure and gathering place for 3-D modelers (though I have yet to see anyone else there). For a brochure, though, the Time Guardians ask some very interesting questions, even if you don’t agree with their answers.
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