As it turns out, you are being banished to a desolate body of land surrounded on all sides by a seemingly infinite body of water. The conditions are grim. Your diet will be restricted to a humble variety of fruits and nuts. Actually that sounds kind of nice. Your diet will be restricted to the regurgitated matter of komodo dragons, with the occasional banana. Not ripe. For beverages, urine spritzers abound. In order to keep yourself busy, you will invent games to play, such as Count the Leeches, and Identify That Wound (a classic). But one luxury has been granted to you. No, you can't bring a Razr Scooter! But you can bring five CD's, which can be played in the stereo you find buried under that pile of stinky conch shells! Things are looking up!
Ahhhh, decisions to be made. Only five!? Yes, selfish. Five's the limit. Alright, well here's what I'm bringing:
Michael Jackson - Thriller (Cause you know imma be dancin, son.)
Nine Inch Nails - The Downward Spiral (I'll always be a sucker for these fellas.)
50 Cent - Gent Rich or Die Tryin' (Which hip hop album to bring was probably the toughest decision I had to make. I'm still a bit on the fence. I like the party feel of Get Rich but feel rather morose about not picking Life After Death by Biggie. Hmm...)
Radiohead - Amnesiac (Duh.)
The White Stripes - Elephant (I won't be letting my dire situation stop me from playing air guitar.)
Alright, folks. Let's hear it. What are you bringing?