"Are we ready? Okay, guys, seriously! Are we ready to go on yet? ARE THEY EVEN HERE?"

A tall, lightly muscular man stood just off of the dock, his board shorts and open button-up rippling in the wind from offshore. His hair, lightly blond and streaked with gold from hours in the sun, moved in magestic strokes. Everything about him seemed to be perfect; hot surfer male with perfectly straight, white teeth, and a tan to make the ladies jealous. They had done so on purpose; what television viewer wanted to see anything other than a gorgeous male bombshell hosting the newest reality television show? Yeah, maybe if it was Wheel of Fortune...

"Stu," one of his camera men started, his shades gleaming in the sun as he motioned to see. Stu glanced back to see the boat, a small luxury yacht filled with (hopefully) people-contestants, moving past the other side of the island.

"Are you rolling? WHY AREN'T YOU ROLLING YET?"

"Okay, okay, ready in 3.. 2.. 1.."

After a short moment, the camera began shooting the yacht, which seemed to move much slower than Stu had hoped. Yet he began his speech, rehearsed a million times before.. "Ten contestants.. All coming to live together on one island, away from civilization.." The camera slid gently from the boat and onto Stu, focusing on his rock-hard abs for a moment before sliding to his face. "Stu Connely here, your host for this daring spectacle. Will anyone make it? That's up for you --" he said, pointing into the camera -- "to watch and find out! This is SURVIVING SOLITUDE!"



On the boat, the contestants were huddled onto the deck for the directors to brief them. After a round of drinks of expensive taste, they're sent on their way to grab their things from the cabin downstairs.. "Meet back here in ten minutes!" One of them, a woman of thirty with a long brown ponytail, called after them..