Fantasy Island

I'm on a forrested island. I have been here before. I am playing a game with others. The trick is to manipulate the environment through some sort of magic...sketchy...the intention to change the environment changes it.

I am being chased by a swarm of locusts. I am impressed by this trick. I run outside the hedge that encircles the island. The locusts pass over me and make a sort of figure 8 and fly away. I outsmarted the trap.

Its time to form my own trap. There's a piece of leather parchment in front of me. I see the other team's army moving around on the paper as black dots. I'm going to lure them to the beach and then use a whale to swallow part of the army whole. I feel my plan has a fair chance of success.

Bits and pieces that are difficult to remember.

I am standing with my friends on a hill near the center of the island. It is the only place where there is a permanent structure (a sort of small wooden fortress). We are surveying the island. Everything has been charred and there is a tree stump smoking. Someone tells me that I am supposed to be a druid. I laugh. I realize the whole thing will grow back in time to play next year.