>You and a bunch of others wake up on a boat
>There are no chains or bonds, you are literally just there
>With the fresh smell of wind and salt, and a gentle rocking you decide to transverse what appears to be a relatively large ship; maybe 150 feet in length.
>While taking care to mind the others, you open the door to see a breathtaking view and a gorgeous island appearing to be uncolonized
>A few others are there; and with discussion (and the realization there is no tech on board) you get to talking and you find out all the others who are currently awake are all from /pol/
>As the others wake up; some are hesitant to talk about where they’re from; but the overwhelming belief is everyone here is from /pol/ and the people claiming to be “normies” are just hiding their power level
>The ship is slowly approaching, and an Anon decides to take control of the ships steering wheel
>All things said, you’re a third of a mile out from land; with a few hundred /pol/ posters of all nationalities and backgrounds at your side
What will you do on this new island? How will you handle yourself, others, government affairs, etc.
How will /pol/ run their politics in real life on an island where only themselves are the enforcers?