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UNBROKEN INTERPERSONAL GROUP
START OFF WITH THREE ENERGY
GAME INTRODUCTION: Well be playing a choose your own adventure game based off of
Louie, Phil, and Macs survival on the raft. The game is pretty simple. You put yourself in the
position of a US army man stranded on a raft in the Pacific with a few of your friends, and youll
follow along with the story and try and make the right decisions to stay alive. Since were
interpersonal learners - that means we learn from socializing and making connections with other
people - were going to play this game in groups. There are five of us in this group. Each of us is
going to lead a group of five of you. Your group of five will represent the choices that one person
makes in this game. Youll have to negotiate with your group members to make the right
decisions. The two things that will keep your character alive are the choices you make and the
amount of energy you have. Energy is gonna be represented by Swedish fish. Some things you do
in the game will give you more energy, some things will take it away. You want to get as much as
possible, because its candy? Duh? Dont eat it till the end. Pretend youre saving your rations.
Ill let Wilson explain how a choose your own adventure game works, but aside from that, its
pretty simple. Any questions?

STORY START: You are flying over the Pacific when your engine fails. You miraculously
survive and surface. You see a raft but quickly go under because you do not have any more
strength to swim. You then blackout.
Next thing you know you are laying on the raft. Your crewmate got the raft and has
rescued you from drowning. As you sit in the corner, he scours the raft and all he finds is a pair
of pliers, a screwdriver, 3 bottles of water, fishing gear, a few bars of chocolate. Your crewmates
develop a ration system and you solemnly agree. Yet all you can think about is dying.
At first, panic overtakes you. The reality of the situation sets in and you cant stop
yourself from screaming, Were going to die! Were going to die!. The horror of your
predicament is so intense, it feels like youre facing death already. One of your mates tries to
calm you down, but cannot, and eventually resorts to hitting you in the face, knocking you out
cold.
While your crewmates find sleep, you do not. You can not shake off the feeling that you
are going to die so you lay awake all night, staring at the chocolate bar rations. You want to eat
them so badly, but you cant, you cant flush away your last chance at survival. But then again,
you have no chance of survival anyways.
A. Eat the chocolate bars- will get a 4 energy boost, but may regret it later.
B. Dont eat the chocolate bars- nothing happens.
In your desperate madness, you eat the chocolate bars. You eat them all, because after all,
when else are you going to eat them. The food finally brings you sleep.
You wake up with everybody else. As soon as you wake up, your crewmate checks for the
chocolate, but finds nothing at wrappers. He notices the look of guilt on your face and he
immediately knows its you. You apologize and he takes out the water. He says he will control

the rationed water since you cant help yourself. You must decide if you will fight him on the
issue or accept his decision.
You stay awake for another few hours but finally get sleep, though not that much. Your
crewmate wakes you up and gives you your portion of the ration, one square of chocolate. After
you have come to your senses after your sleep, you realize what you were about to do and decide
to not do it again. But you are so so thirsty. Your lips are chapped and swollen, you can feel the
itch, the urge for water. It is almost as if you cannot tame yourself. You cannot have just one sip,
you feel as though you need more.

A. If you fight him youll win, then drink all of your water. You get 4 more energy.
B. Drink only one sip of water as your ration says- 1 energy gained.
[Gain 1 energy for every crew member still alive]. Its your first day out on the raft. The
day is sunny, the waters around you calm. There is no sign of other ships or people for what
seems like endless miles around. You have all your rations. Youre out of rations. Two of your
members are non-fatally wounded. What would you like to do?
1. GO FISHING. [0 energy expended. 1-3 energy gained]. Can only fish every other
round.
2. SHARE YOUR RATIONS WITH THE WOUNDED [You choose the energy
expended. 0 energy gained.]
3. GAIN RATIONS FROM SOMEONE ELSE [No energy expended. The donor
chooses the amount gained]

Time drags slowly on. Maybe youre imagining it, but it almost seems like you can feel
the muscles growing weaker beneath your thin, sunburned skin. The heat and exhaustion never
leave you. You might as well call it a thirst trap. The significant amount of bodies around you

adds to the heat and dehydration. Oh so many bodies. Too many bodies. Yet still, few words are
exchanged between your crew members, until a sudden thump rocks the boat. You jolt upright,
sending a dizzy spin through your head. Your peer over the edge, shocked to see a long, supple
body tracing through the water. Sharks are surrounding the raft in hordes, their noses bumping
the underside, their teeth glinting in the sunlight; their fins circling you in slow, ominous circles.
With a thrash, a shark launches itself at your mates limply outstretched arm. The three of you
recoil with bated breath, awaiting another attack.
A. You pick up an oar and fight off the sharks, despite the fact that you dont feel
strong enough. [Lose 2 energy].
B. You let your crewmate die. [0 energy lost]
In a valiant and heroic act, you save your crewmate. But it saps so much of your strength.
Your crewmate thanks you but you do not have any energy to respond, you just smile and sleep.
You have saved your crewmate, your brother.
A sinking feeling of regret envelopes you as you hear his screams get fainter, the depth of
the water muffling the mans final sounds. A dozen or so of the sharks dive beneath to join in on
the feast. What the hell?! demands another crewmate. Whered he go? You shake your head
wordlessly, tears stinging your eyes. You cant bring yourself to say it. You could have saved
him. Your mind tries to go through a stage of cognitive dissonance as it cannot comprehend what
you have done. But you still know the truth, you could have saved him.
Despite the events that happened earlier, all you can do is lay there staring up at the sky.
Eventually sleep comes, as it was the only logical escape from this terrible life, unless you count
death as a logical option, but all you could do now was sleep.
Everyone seems to wake up to the same time, and for good reason. At first we hear only
the rumbling. We wake up to see a plane, and for a moment you just stand in shock. But

suddenly you feel invigorated again, like new life has been breathed into you. You start to wave
violently to catch their attention, until your crewmate says something that you will remember
forever, I see red. For those of who do not know what that means, the Japanese flag is a red
circle with a white background behind it and this flag was painted on their planes. Suddenly you
dont know what to do, do you risk your life or your chance of getting off of this godforsaken
raft?

A. Keep signaling the plane so its crew sees you. [Expend 3 energy.]
B. Jump into the water - risking sharks, but this way gunfire will not harm you.
C. Duck and hide on the raft with your fellow crewmate. [Expend 1 energy.]
You feel your wasted body hit the waves with a loud splash, then suddenly you are
engulfed in the cool darkness. The vague taste of salt is in your mouth, and above you you can
see the dim daylight. Suddenly, you feel a jerk on your leg and pain floods your body. A sharks
sharp teeth are attached to your extended limb, and you can feel more of the animals circling
you. You drift deeper. The shark is pulling you. You barely have the energy to resist. You close
your eyes against the burn of the water and let yourself enter deaths cool embrace. The shark
feasts upon your limp body.
You signal the plane! You know youve made the right choice as theres no gunfire from
above, just the plane slowing to swoop near you. The red on the side of the plane was not from a
Japanese flag. What you see painted there is the stars and stripes that make your heart swell.
Your friend looks at you in embarrassment as he was a fool and you were the hero. Your fellow
Americans see you and begin to lower aquatic landing gear. You look at your crewmates and
grin.
Within a few minutes, the crew of the plane has lowered a rope ladder to your raft and is
shouting instructions. Your mind is filled with thoughts of the place youll be at soon - one of the

familiar Pacific bases. You dont know how far you may have drifted into Japanese territory, but
it doesnt matter now, you are safe.
You duck with your crewmate, and it turns out to be the worst decision youve made so
far. As you glance up from your temporary shelter, you catch sight of the side of the plane. The
red was not from a Japanese flag, it was from an American one. You feel your heart sink. Your
only hope of rescue is sailing away in the breeze.
The next thing you know you feel the sharks bumping and rubbing across your raft more
violently. It seems as if they are finally becoming restless, impatient, wanting their food NOW!
You and your crewmates forget about the earlier incident and instead focus on keeping the raft
from tipping over. You take an oar and start jabbing at the sharks, until one of them grabs it with
their mouth and tosses it away. You grab another oar and start doing it again. You guys do this for
the rest of the night without rest until the sharks finally stop their onslaught. You and your
crewmates feel exhausted, and you have lost 3 energy. You then go to sleep.
A new day breaks over the horizon, flooding you and your raft with warm golden light.
You and your crewmates sit up and try to start a conversation with raspy voices. You eventually
fade to silence and let the soft waters carry you. You sit in utter exhaustion from your journey so
far. Whats going to happen to you? You barely feel like you have the strength to keep going.
You drift for hours, days maybe; it could have been a few months out on the water for all
you know. The feeling of the suns harsh heat upon your blistered lips and yellow skin is almost
second nature to you now. You think of all that youve been through - all the times you could
have died. What was it that has carried your life through this far? You wordlessly turn your
thoughts to the blue Pacific heavens stretching above your heads. Is there a god up there, looking
out for you?

You and your crewmates pass the time with jokes, hymns, recipes. In raw voices you
recount to each other everything that you remember from your days before the raft. You smile
weakly as your friends wistfully describe their girlfriends back home. You can remember who
you were before the dehydration, but it feels like an entirely different person. You dont know
what youre going to do with yourself.
The sun rises and sets a few times. You drift in and out of consciousness. As the time
goes by, you catch yourself eyeing the flesh that covers your crewmates wasted bodies. Its
nasty, of course - wasted away by the circumstances - and, well, its human. But you havent
tasted meat in what feels like years. You cant stop yourself from thinking like this. And meat is
meat right? It doesnt matter what type right? At least that is what you tell yourself.
A. Go for cannibalism - 4 energy
B. What the hell?! Of course you cant EAT your crewmate! - 0
energy

u sure lol?
A. ya
B. no lol
You wait till nighttime to commit your terrible act. When your crewmate is fast asleep,
you take one of your hooks and slit his throat. You feel a pang of guilt, but it is only momentary
as you realize that you finally have food. You take your first bite. You are surprised that it tastes
like chicken. You quickly gobble up a whole arm. Suddenly, realizing what you have done, you
immediately vomit the dinner you had just eaten into the ocean. You then throw the whole
carcass of your dead crewmate into the ocean as well and watch the sharks gobble it up. You
cant believe that you could have done such a thing. What has this madness turned you into?!!

What were you thinking?! Of course you can't eat your crewmate! Guilt consumes you as
you sit on the raft in darkness. Your self-disgust washes over you like a bright wave, finally
awakening your hunger-dulled senses. You can't stop yourself from sobbing. You sob into the
night and then fall asleep.
You cant stop sobbing. The horrible thing you just did seems to have finally cleared your
head. What have you done? What have you done? You realize that you just killed a man and tried
to eat him. Violent shaking and nausea compete for dominance throughout your body.
A. Go to sleep. This will make more sense in the morning.
B. Wake someone up and confess to them.
Youre not sure how you do it, but you drift into a fitful sleep. The morning eventually greets you
with uncomfortably bright sunlight and the gentle sound of waves lapping against the boat. At
first you dont remember, but as your eyes fall on your sleeping crewmates, you notice one
missing among them. The memory of last night wrenches back to you, causing you to double
over in a coughing fit. You alright? one of your friends croaks to you.
A. Yeah, fine. Just a little sick.
B. I gotta tell you what happened last night!
With trembling hands, you grab the shoulder of one of your sleeping crewmates - hesitant
to even touch him. What is it? he murmurs. You stare down at him.
Im- Im a cannibal, you stutter out. I just tried to eat John. I killed him, and I ate him,
and then I vomited and I threw his body into the sea. Im a monster.
He stares back at you with dull eyes. Johns dead?
You wordlessly nod, tears filling your eyes.
He coughs, once. I was considering that myself, actually.

With trembling hands, you grab the shoulder of your crewmate - hesitant to even touch
him. What is it? he murmurs. You stare down at him. Im- Im a cannibal, you stutter out. I
just tried to eat John. I killed him, and I ate him, and then I vomited and I threw his body into the
sea. Im a monster.
He stares back at you with dull eyes. Johns dead? You wordlessly nod, tears filling
your eyes.
He coughs, once. I was considering that myself, actually.
The two of you sit in silence for a moment.
A. Go to sleep and try and gather yourself in the morning. (Gain 2 energy)
B. End it all here. Commit suicide. (End the game)
You try to go to sleep. You end up getting only a half hour of rest. You wake up and feel
exhausted. Your crewmate is already up. What do you do?
Okay your friend replies, but he is giving you a weird look and you can tell you look
guilty. It takes a while for your fiends to notice, but one of them finally asks; Wheres John?!
you look around trying your best to look surprised and concerned.
Your hands are trembling. You just cant deal with this anymore. You wait until the sun is
fully in the sky - about noon - and your remaining crewmate is out in a heat-induced stupor,
leaning against the side of the raft in uncomfortable unawareness. As quietly as you can, you
inch towards the edge. All youll have to do is slip into the water and let yourself go. Maybe a
shark will get you before you stop breathing, maybe not. Either way its an easy way to go.
You put one leg in the water, your mouth open as you try to find the words. What do
people usually say? Goodbye, cruel world? You settle for a fond glance at your sleeping
crewmate. By the time he hears you go, itll be too late.

Its a new day. one energy for every crew member left alive. Once again, its another hot,
uncomfortable day on the raft. One of your crewmates passes the time singing old ballads he
remembers, while you throw fishing lines lazily into the sea.
A. Keep fishing. Maybe youll catch something.
B. Do nothing - the memory of last night is too much.
Gain one to three energy.
It doesnt feel like you have the energy to move anymore. In your mind you keep seeing a
corpse floating on the dark Pacific; a corpse there because of you. Whether or not you killed him,
its difficult to keep your mind off it. You just sigh, and look around at the water surrounding
you. You cant imagine ever leaving this strange life.
The next day brings the cool relief of a rainstorm. As your crewmate sets up vessels to
hold the water, you sit and let the rain fall across your burned face. Its the sweetest kind of relief
you could imagine. You and your friend smile at each other, the wonderful rain pouring down
from your shaggy hair, your ripped clothes, all down into the crevices of the raft. It may not be
much, but itll keep you going for a few more days.
The next few days pass uneventfully, and the thirst returns.
With a distant thrum of gasoline-fueled engines, an airplane roars into view on the distant
horizon. Despite your weakened state, you scramble to your feet, squinting at the sky to try and
catch a closer look at it. Your vision is spinning. Can you see a flag on its wings? Asks your
crewmate anxiously. You shake your head. Its too difficult to tell. You remember the last time a
plane flew over your boat. You thought it was a Japanese plane, but it turned out to be American.
This time, however, theres no way of telling whose aircraft this is.
A. This could be it. Use the last shot in your flare gun to signal the
plane.

B. You cant risk it. Hide on the raft with your crewmate.
You fumble for the flare gun, trying to load a new cartridge in as quickly as possible.
This is the only chance weve got! You shout at your crewmate. Yeah, he says in tentative
agreement. You aim it to the sky and fire the bright bolt up in front of the plane, as best as you
can tell. For a few tense moments, nothing happens. Then the plane slows, and stops to circle
closer. It swoops low to the water. A grin breaks out over your face. Maybe it is the Americans!
You could finally go home! You let out a loud yell of exhilaration, which is accompanied by a
terrible voice crack. You havent had food or water in days. Your excitement is abruptly stopped
as the sea around you erupts with the unmistakable sound and fire of aircraft guns. Theyre
shooting at you! Your friends trembling hand reaches out, pointing to the simple red circle
painted on the planes wing. How could you have missed it? The planes fire shoots aggressive
holes through your spare raft, sinking it along with your screwdriver tool and extra fishhooks.
Its only a matter of seconds before one of these shots gets you. What are you going to do now?
You duck, shielding your face against the rough material of the raft. For a few tense
moments, the only sound you hear is your own hurried breathing. Suddenly, the sea around you
erupts with the unmistakable sound and fire of aircraft guns. Theyre shooting at you! Your
friends trembling hand reaches out, pointing to the simple red circle painted on the planes wing.
How could you have missed it? The planes fire shoots aggressive holes through your spare raft,
sinking it along with your screwdriver tool and extra fishhooks. Its only a matter of seconds
before one of these shots gets you. What are you going to do now?
A. Jump into the water. Yes, there are sharks, but how else will you be able to avoid
the shooting?
B. Jumping into the water would be suicide! Stay on the raft.

You eye the dark Pacific next to you. You can imagine the glinting eyes and hungry teeth
of the sharks waiting just below the surface, but its not worth it. Youll get shot if you stay
aboard. Hey!, you shout at your crewmate. Lets jump in the water. They cant get us there!
He looks confused and a little scared. What about the sharks? Im not sure
A. Come on! Youll get shot otherwise!
B. Suit yourself.
He reluctantly agrees. With a deep breath, the two of you jump in, letting the cool, salty
water envelope you. You are surprised to not feel any sharks rubbing against you; the sea is still.
Ah, you think, the gunshots must have scared them away. Of course. You wait until you cant
possibly breathe any more, then kick your way back up to the surface. A few stray shots are still
hitting the water around you, but as you watch, the gunfire dies off, and the plane makes its way
along the sky away from you. You slowly climb back onto the raft with trembling limbs, you and
your friend helping each other back aboard.
You leave him on the raft. With a deep breath, you jump in, letting the cool, salty water
envelope you. You are surprised to not feel any sharks rubbing against you; the sea is still. Ah,
you think, the gunshots must have scared them away. Of course. You wait until you cant
possibly breathe any more, then kick your way back up to the surface. A few stray shots are still
hitting the water around you, but as you watch, the gunfire dies off, and the plane makes its way
along the sky away from you. You slowly climb back onto the raft with trembling limbs. The
bullet-riddled corpse of your friend awaits you there.
After what youve seen of the savage sharks out here in the Pacific, you dont want to
risk it. Instead, you grab the side of the raft and pull yourself towards it, trying to make yourself
as small of a target as possible. The problem is, theres nothing here to hide yourself under. You
look up, meeting your crewmates eyes for what might be the last time. Theyre full of fear, as

you think yours would be as well. Then you duck again. Before you know it, pain strikes your
lower back with the force of a small tornado. The bullets entering you register like nothing ever
has - you havent been shot before! With an undignified gurgle, you fall out of your hiding spot.
The first shots didnt kill you, but giving up your meager shelter did. The second firing hits your
chest, going right through your weak muscles. You dimly hear your crewmate scream. Its all
over now. You fall out of awareness with the rat-a-tat of gunfire and the sloshing sound of the
sea hitting the raft echoing in your ears. [END]
The two of you collapse against the side of the raft, breathing hard. You exchange a look,
and then just sit back, remaining in silence for the next few hours. Neither of you were sure what
to make of this. You could have just died, but. When? It seems too complicated to figure out.
Youre the first one who speaks. You tell your crewmate that you think you must be fairly far
into Japanese territory to encounter a hostile plane like that. This means youve possibly gone
out of a region where theres any hope of being rescued. He sighs in agreement. You think
were gonna die?
The question strikes you, and you dont know what to say. You settle for not saying
anything at all, and you let the night fall, allowing yourself to drift off again into uneasy sleep.
Your raft drifts for an inscrutable amount of time. The sun rises and sets, birds are
captured and eaten, rainstorms come and go. You dont remember much - except for your time in
the doldrums, that is. Its the closest youve ever come to a religious experience. The time seems
to be passing strangely, as if youre trapped in some kind of weightless purgatory, and the only
time it ends is when your raft gently bumps up against the sand of a shoreline. The first thing you
hear is the sound of harsh voices, shouting in a language youve never heard spoken. You are

carried out of your beleaguered raft by Japanese hands. Here starts the next two years of your
life.
You break down in hysterical sobbing. Cradling the limp, bloody body of the only friend
you have left, it seems to be the thing to drive you out of your mind. You collapse to the floor of
the raft. After all that youd been through, did he have to die too? You eventually calm down a
little bit, trying to consider your situation. The events of the past twenty-four hours are difficult
to understand. You could have just died, but. When? It seems too complicated to figure out.
You eventually come to a somewhat logical conclusion - you think you must be fairly far into
Japanese territory to encounter a hostile plane like that. This means youve possibly gone out of a
region where theres any hope of being rescued. The final sign of hope being gone.
You let the night fall, allowing yourself to drift off again into uneasy sleep.
Your raft drifts for an inscrutable amount of time. The sun rises and sets, birds are
captured and eaten, rainstorms come and go. You dont remember much - except for your time in
the doldrums, that is. Its the closest youve ever come to a religious experience. The time seems
to be passing strangely, as if youre trapped in some kind of weightless purgatory, and the only
time it ends is when your raft gently bumps up against the sand of a shoreline. The first thing you
hear is the sound of harsh voices, shouting in a language youve never heard spoken. You are
carried out of your beleaguered raft by Japanese hands. Here starts the next two years of your
life.