You have just woken to find yourself all alone on a remote island. You hear a voice shout from behind
>WELCOME TO FLAVOR TOWN
Startled, you turn around and see that Guy Fieri is standing uncomfortably close to you. He explains that this island is his personal prison, you are the only creature on this island, and in order to leave, you must construct a 3 course meal. The only help you have is a mystical tree in the middle of the island that will dispense one and only one ingrediant you choose for the entirety of your stay.
So, /ck/, what do you make?
>>8587778
A gun with bullets inside
>>8587778
A Portuguese man of war to bring me the sweet release of death.
Do I get pans and shit? Cause that will make a huge difference.
good thread
a game console so he could 1v1 me the filthy casual
salt. can't live without salt
>>8587909
Salt is literally the one ingredient you won't need to ask for.
>>8587898
No traditionam utensils. Assume that you are handy enough to start a fire and use rocks/mud/wood to cook with.
>>8588609
Okay fair enough. And you say I am the only creature ON the island... how about off the island, as in fish and sea life?
>So, /ck/, what do you make?
BLEACH.
>>8587778
>in order to leave, you must construct a 3 course meal
Am I missing something? Three courses of water, the end, I leave
Nothing. Why the fuck would I want to go back to my shit life?
>>8587778
Hair gel to appease the Fieri God.
flour, probably
with a coconut
>>8587778
>you are the only creature on this island
>I'm here
>Guy is here
>I am on drugs
>I go to bed and wake up with a headache
Probs eggs. You could prepare them differently and pretend it's three courses.
>>8587778
Zyklon B so i can off that motherfucker thinking he can stand too close to me