We will be watching romantic television shows, beamed to us across the ether from other worlds:

So: if you got another cat, would you have to name it Tim?

SO WHY'RE WEIRD KID AND ALISHA DEAD THEN?!

And who's that new guy?

What the fuck?!

In unnecessarily complex and patently contrived situations, it becomes difficult to apply simple logical assumptions.  Especially in a situation like this, there's no appealing to Occam's Razor, because even the simplest possible explanation has had its entities multiplied beyond the boundaries of common sense.

With that said, I'm surprised that the current circumstances don't seem to have lead anyone to the inevitable conclusion:  people who can kidnap us, make us believe or experience all sorts of events that don't conform to basic rules of either ethics or physics, and keep such an assortment of people confined on the island obviously have the technology to spy upon us constantly.  These fabricated novels, games, and movies are quite simply their own false alibi, meant to help us accept their ludicrous contention that we're all fictional characters. 

Please, don't be taken in.  All it means is that we were kept under observation for some time before being shanghaied to the island, and any dramatic retelling of our past is simply a surveillance record that's been dressed up like a piece of fiction.

[ So poor confused Ezio has purchased the first game featuring himself. And being a man from the 1500s, he has no idea how to view this. ]

So much like the rest of you, I have found the... medium... in which my story is apparently told. Yet I have never seen anything like this before. It is a, ah, 'video game?' I am not familiar with these. I open it up and there is no writing, just this strange circular... dull blade with a hole in the middle.

Where can I find one of these playing stations? Apparently there are three of them.