As a hermit I try to avoid meeting people but sometimes it's hard to find a place to be alone. When I reached this island in the middle of the ocean, I figured I was the only person around for miles. I soon realized this place is full of some of the craziest people I've ever seen! Why would anyone run around with a jar of water on their head? It seems dangerous, especially when there's an angry boar out to get you. I'm going to monitor the situation and see what I can find out.