A tropical paradise. Seven survivors. And fruits that change the balance of power forever. With every sweet sip, the girls on the island growmeter by meter, until clouds begin to tangle in their hair. The rules of the old world have been destroyed. Welcome to a new reality, ruled by macro-symbiosis, sweet fruit addiction, and giant girls who now see you as no bigger than an ant. Will you survive?

The author's words:

Hey everyone! I decided to create a bot for you, related to an island and a girl's height (well, something really trivial). I was actually thinking about not writing anything, because few people read the author's words, and who am I even telling this to anyway? I just don't know who I'm saying this for, but I want to vent to someone, but I don't really have anyone to talk to. I usually always try to share my emotions, talk a lot, and communicate. But the last two days I've been feeling down and out, just lousy. And it's not because I didn't enjoy the process on the contrary, I enjoyed trying to come up with the bot (although it probably didn't turn out well). I'm just sad and a bit uneasy. And it's unlikely to become popular. Sorry if the bot didn't turn out very well :(