Groggy and dazed, Malcolm Stewert crawled out from the wreckage of his aircraft. He was a long distance courier, who had been delivering the chronovac v 5.0b overseas. He was lucky he had survived, his plane had been struck by lightning and crashed onto this grassy island. Malcolm surveyed the flat looking island. It was featureless, save for what appeared to be giant head-shaped rocks in the distance. Malcolm was just about to check them out, when his stomach growled. Thinking he may as well check his food supplies, he carefully re-entered his wrecked craft. The first box he came across he tore open, but all that was inside it was a single large remote control.