"Ohh... Oh god, my HEAD." He stumbles around a little, dazed. "Where... H..Hey! Who are you? Where am I? Why is it so DARK? Last thing I remember the plane was..."
"God, the plane..."
So, you're foolish and unlucky enough to have found yourself on our lovely island paradise. I can't say I'm pleased to see yet another two-legged vermin crawling around on what used to be such a peaceful patch of earth. As much as I'd like to dispatch you out of hand, I've been, ah... advised by certain beings we needn't discuss to have a few words with you first:
"What? What beings? Island?"
Yes, he's thinking a little ... slow right now, not with his usual clarity. The blow to the head from having a heavy plastic suitcase tip out and fall on him during the crash has left a small gash and a noticeable bruise on his temple, as well as a headache that makes it hard to respond to -questioning-.
Is this milk still good?
He gags slightly at the -stench- as the skinny man waves the carton under his nose. "... It smells like something DIED in it. I think I'm gonna be SICK."
What skills and talents do you have to aid, entertain, or torment your fellow pathetic meat machines?
"S..Skills and talents? Uhm. I'm.. I'm good with electronics, I guess. Cameras, computers. That kinda stuff. I know how to send and receive radio transmissions. I ask a lot of questions so that I can understand the situation and I can usually figure out what's going on if I just.. have a few minutes to THINK about something." And my head's not bashed in by a stupid suitcase. "I'm good at solving problems. Working stuff out. I know stuff about science and engineering and a -lot- about ... weird stuff. Things most people don't want to know about, couldn't dare IMAGINE, or are AFRAID of...
Heyy, what is this anyway, a job application? You have to fill out a questionnaire for the afterlife? Are you gonna ask me what my poorest decision was and what I did to correct it next?"
I see you've managed to rescue a small carry-on bag. What a triumph of materialistic greed! Which of your petty belongings were important enough for you to feel the need to keep them by your side through your chaotic little journey?
His hand moves quickly to his laptop case, protectively. "... M.. My laptop. My whole -brain's- on my laptop. My camera and my, uhm... medications."
What are your thoughts on yaoi?
"...what?"
What squalid little errand were you on when you so unexpectedly arrived here?
He shuts his eyes. "I was going to a conference... uhm, a three-day conference on the newest parapsychological discoveries hosted at Miskatonic University. My.. My connecting flight came in late, so I got bounced onto this plane. I'd been saving up all year to go. I was really looking forward to seeing the original copy of the Necronomicon, and... You don't really care about this, do you?"
Most importantly, explain to me why you deserve the precious gift of life.
"W...what kind of question is THAT?" Eyes widening. "I've saved the -world-... more times than I can count on both hands! Nobody has to -earn- the right to be -alive-, you just ARE!"