Happily Ever After - JUDGING

[Host Brett]

Alright, we need only two of you PW's to judge if you wouldn't mind. If you feel like judging, post here that you'll do it. Thanks!

Here's the rubric. Judge as fairly as possible!

Grading Rubric

Creativity - 10 points - Is it just a typical story? Or did you put a creative spin on it?

Teamwork - 10 points - Did everyone come up with ideas and pull their weight? Or did someone come up with everything?

Entertainment Value - 10 points - Was it boring? Or fun to read?

Grammar - 10 points - Was it well written?

I'll post their stories in the next three posts.

[Host Brett]

Salchicha

OUTWIT, OUTPLAY, OUTLIVE

And then there were 19.......

It was a dismal night back on Sausage Island and the Survivors were in for a shock. Hosts Lex and Brett sent a message to each of the three tribe camps:

"Nineteen of you left and you're boring us all
So it's time for a change in which many will fall
From Survivors to targets, you've all just become
The viewers will decide who will be the last one"

Included with each letter was a map to a new beach where all three tribes would live as one.

There was shock and confusion at all of the camps as nobody knew what the message meant, but they began to pack up their belongings and followed the map to their new beach.

The Chorizo tribe was the first to arrive at the new camp and began to set up a shelter when Jay fell to the ground in a panic.

Everyone gathered around to see what happened only to see a snake slither back into the forest. Before he could get a word out, Jay had died. The survivors feared for the worst and were upset that production had not helped their dying tribemate. Matt found a letter attached to the new camp tribe flag which explained the rules in a more detail. He read aloud:

"This is the worst cast this show has ever put out and, since none of you seem to be entertaining at all, we have decided to make things a little more interesting. This game is now going into the hands of our viewing audience who will be the ones to decide your fates. This has some pluses and some minuses, as does everything in life. On the positive side, you no longer have to strategize since the public will be voting you out of the game. On the negative side, when you are marked for elimination by the public, you will be killed. Horrifically! The audience will be watching 24/7 so make sure you give thm an interesting show - or you may be on the receiving end of a tragic demise."

LOVE- Lex/Brett"

The Chorizo tribe was in disbelief and within the hour the other two tribes arrived at the new beach and were informed of what the bad news. Tension was palpable. The 18 remaining castaways began building a shelter where they all would live while a few of the players left to go find firewood.

In the forest, Sydney, Misty and Shawna talked briefly about the new twist on the game and how nervous they were that any of them could meet the same fate as Jay. Finally after much speculation, Misty suggested "why dont the three of us just leave the show so we won't be killed?" The other two girls agreed to the idea and the three began searching for a means of escape.

Back at camp, tensions began to flare as Bobby Jon and Tom began to argue about the location of the shelter and people quickly began choosing sides. Bobby Jon led a crew of 6 castaways who wanted to be closer to the forest, while Tom gathered 6 other tribemates to be closer to the sea, meaning the decision came down to the lone wolf of the group, Sekou. All eyes were on Sekou to break the tie of where to put the tribe camp......

Meanwhile, our three ladies were thrilled to stumble upon a boat as they knew they could use the boat to travel to a small island in the distance where they hoped to find safety.

Several hours into the journey, the girls' boat suddenly stopped moving as they came to a dead end. It seemed that some type of force field was preventing them from paddling any further away from Sausage Island. Suddenly, they felt a terrible rumbling in the sea below......

At camp, Sekou sided with Bobby Jon's camp and the shelter was moved closer to the trees. As the castaways built their new shelter they felt the Earth begin to tremble under them. They gazed out into the water just in time to see Misty, Shawna and Sydney's boat destroyed and the three ladies dragged with it to the bottom of the sea by a giant Kraken. The Kraken's movements shook the Earth so badly that an old, dead tree came uprooted back at the tribe camp and crushed Mike who had stayed behind to continue building the shelter.

The castaways couldn't believe they were now down to 14 people....

The next day, the merged tribe awoke and saw that Mick had been stabbed in the night and had the word "feckless" written across his forehead. Clearly the viewers had spoken and the first casualty choice of the public was made. The castaways started necessary chores and made small talk amongst themselves to pass the time. In situations such as this, flirting can start amongst the players. There was no exception, even with danger looming for the castaways. A few guys and girls began pairing off and openly expressing feelings for one another and how they hoped the other would survive.....

Stephanie walked off to the beach with her 'island partner,' Savage, and spoke with him about how they could possibly escape from the demented reality show.

Stephanie confided to Savage she knew of a place beneath the ground called Middle Earth where she used to live with the other Hobbits before coming to the surface world. The two lovers began furiously digging into the ground to find Middle Earth before the production crew realized they had gone missing......

Matt and Amber sat on the shore feeding each other coconut pieces and discussing their lives back home. They exchanged glances of lust and soon the passion was too much for Matt to take. He kissed Amber on the lips but Amber pulled away. She revealed she was married in real life to a former castaway and could never do anything to break his trust. Matt understood her plight but assured her desperate times call for desperate measures. He convinced Amber that a love story could certainly save them both from being voted down by the public.....

As a storm approached, several of the castaways retreated back to the shelter to stay warm and dry. Steph lied close to her friends Tom and Sandra while Sekou came up from behind to join the huddle. Sekou spooned behind Steph while she looked onward to Sandra and Tom with a look of shock and discomfort. Sandra yelled, "Sekou what the fuck is wrong with you?" To which he replied, "daddy needs a little honey from his sweet baby" and began to stroke Stephs hair. To break the tension, Cochran walked up and asked everyone why they chose to come on the show in the first place.

Cochran revealed he had never kissed a real woman and hoped that the fame would lead him to a girlfriend.

Semhar revealed that she wanted to come on the show and raise awareness about Kony 2012 and to create world peace.

Tom came on the show because he wanted to make money to provide for his family.

Steph came on the show to promote her Filet Mignon pizza at Gigi's Restaurant and Lounge.

Sandra wanted to prove she could win the game while just being herself.

And finally, Sekou wanted to come on the show because he never really felt loved and hoped to make new friends after arriving on the island. The other 4 survivors shared disgruntled glances while Sekou talked about his lonely past.......

It was nearly nightfall but things were just heating up with Stephanie and Savage. They had dug many miles underground and were finally at the door to Middle Earth. The core of Middle Earth was more than Savage could handle and he melted from the searing heat. Stephanie was raised in Middle Earth and could survive it easily. She escaped into Middle Earth and was never heard from again.

Speaking of heating up, Amber and Matt took their showmance to the next level by skinny dipping out in the water and finally falling asleep in each others arms along the shoreline.

Meanwhile, Chelsea was having a dilemma as both Bobby Jon and Chase desired to have her as their partner. She decided that whoever could catch the most chickens before dawn would get to be her partner. The men took to their task but failed. Finally, just before dawn, Bobby Jon came up with one chicken. Chelsea, who showed off and caught two just because she could, mocked the men. But, she still declared Bobby Jon the winner.

Tom grew nervous that he might be killed off the show at some point since he was older than the other players and wouldn't garner the sex appeal votes that the other younger tribemates might get. Tom decided to take matters into his own hands and grabbed the machete. In a desperate attempt to be the last one standing he cut Semhar while she slept, killing her immediately. He stepped over to Sekou to kill him next but was suddenly blinded by a spot light from above. The light lifted Tom off the ground and suddenly his body was torn in half by the sheer force of the light. Hosts Lex and Brett announced through the light that murdering the other contestants was unacceptable and would result in immediate termination.

The nine remaining castaways went back to sleep to await the trials of the next day.

Upon waking up, Sandra groggily started cleaning up the camp site. After cooking breakfast, an annoyed Sandra got loud and started screaming at them in Spanish to get out of bed. Everyone responded quickly except Stephenie who continued to lie face down in the camp. Amber went over to check on Stephenie only to find that she had been poisoned. Clearly the work of the at-home viewers.

As the day dragged on, Bobby Jon, Chase and Chelsea continued their bizarre love triangle until the men finally confronted Chelsea and told her she had to make a final decision. Chelsea chose Bobby Jon as she felt he was more popular with the viewers and could help her for a longer time...along with the fact he had won her chicken choking game. Chase was devastated and stormed off into the woods in anger.

Chelsea chased after him to apologize. When she finally caught up to him, he was lying on the ground with an arrow through his heart. She pulled out the arrow and it had a note attached which contained two words:

"Love Gregg."

With Chelsea having gone off to find Chase, Bobby Jon was left alone and decided to head back to camp; it was too dangerous to be alone in this environment. As he walked, he heard a gnawing sound in the distance. He pulled out his knife and decided to investigate. Silently creeping toward the sound, he peered through the bushes.

What he saw made him drop his knife and rush forward in delight. In front of Bobby Jon was a happy Panda chewing on bamboo. Bobby Jon revealed his love for the Panda and could tell by the look in its eyes, it loved him back. Bobby Jon and the panda embraced in a hug that resulted in screams from Bobby Jon. The pandas sharp claws sliced into his back cutting several of his vital organs and he died before he even hit the ground..... I mean, its a fucking Panda, it would clearly claw the hell out of you.


And then there were Six.....


The following morning, everyone woke up as usual and were shocked to see the viewers had not chosen to kill anyone in the night. They continued their daily chores and received a message from Lex and Brett through a voice from the sky.

"We held a viewer vote on giving three of you a special prize and the viewing public chose Cochran, Chelsea and Amber for these prizes, please follow the marked trails into the woods to receive your awards."

The trio gleefully ran off into the woods while Matt, Sekou and Sandra were annoyed that they had not been chosen as fan favorites and worried for their own safety.

At the end of the trail, Cochran, Amber and Chelsea came upon a large temple, they entered the ancient place and quickly began exploring. As each separated into different rooms the doors behind them locked and the hosts began speaking to them over the intercom.

In room 1, Chelsea was nervous after having just been locked in the room but was hopeful about her prize. Host Brett informed her that the organization P.E.T.A. had seen her sick game about collecting chickens and the show had to remove Chelsea from the game to appease its boycotting viewers. Brett released a genetically enhanced giant chicken into the room to get some revenge. Chelsea was never heard from again.

In room 2, Cochran was told by Lex that he was finally getting his wish of kissing a woman. A beautiful woman was released into the room that had been brainwashed to love Cochran. She kissed him and revealed she had contracted herpes, but Cochran explained to her that everyone has cold sores so everyone has had herpes.

The woman explained that this was a rare form of herpes that he had been given as a gift from the viewers. Cochrans lips began to swell until they finally exploded, killing both him and the woman.

Finally in room 3, Amber was confronted by her husband Rob for her public affair with Matt. She explained to him that she was just trying to stay alive and that she felt the viewers would love a 'love story', but the Robfather wasn't appeased. He pulled out his gun and shot her on the spot.

Back at camp, Lex and Brett informed the 3 remaining Survivors that they were the last ones standing, much to their relief. The three went to bed and wondered what awaited them the next day.

The next morning Sekou and Sandra talked under the trees about their lives back home and how they hoped to be the last one alive. Matt joined them and they all decided to take a walk through the woods. On the trek, Sekou became very tired and quickly fell behind the other 2. Matt and Sandra quietly discussed how they could ditch Sekou and he would probably be the next one killed off since he would be left alone. Matt and Sandra ran off down an unmarked trail and Sekou chased after them, trying to keep up. Eventually Sekou found them. He saw their deceased bodies in the large pit below, into which they had fallen - onto razor sharp spikes at the bottom.

Lex and Brett stepped out of the woods and revealed to Sekou that he was the winner of Survivor and that, back on land, statues had been made in his honor as Sekou-mania had taken the world by storm. Sekou was happy someone finally appreciated him and he became king of the Universe and lived happily ever after. The End.

[Host Brett]

Chorizo

SURVIVOR
Has taken on a whole new meaning.

Lex and Brett walk into the challenge looking very somber. They immediately have attention of the 19 remaining castaways.

“Guys we have some bad news”, says Lex. “It was discovered last night that everyone in Pre-Jury is dead.”

Confusion, fear, and sadness spread through the group, with the questions overflowing almost at once. Everyone wondered how this could possibly happen. But the answers given were less than reassuring. It seemed that the island was only inhabited by the people in this game, along with the hosts. Trust was already an issue in the game of Survivor, but now deciding who you should trust could mean your life.

Suddenly, as if nothing has happened, Brett smiles and says, “Ok! Let’s get to tonight's challenge!”

Amazed, everyone tried to collect themselves as it seemed the game was going to continue in spite of the horrific news. The challenge for tonight would involve the three tribes running into the woods to collect planks of wood, in which will then be used to assemble stairs. Once assembled, everyone from that tribe must climb the stairs to raise their flag, giving them immunity.

Chorizo, Bayonaca and Salchicha stood ready to sprint into the woods, but most were still confused that the game could even continue after being told such troubling news. With that, Lex yells, “Survivors Ready? Go!” and everyone scrambles into the woods. In just a few minutes people start to return to their tribe mats. 2 for Chorizo, 3 for Salchicha, and Bayonaca has the most with 4 already back. People continue to return when suddenly there is a shrill scream followed by silence. People immediately look around at eachother trying to determine who was there with them. They realize Semhar had not returned. Reactions were anything from stunned silence, to cries and screams. No one knew what to think, but everyone realizes at this moment that each and every one of them is in severe danger.

The contestants and hosts scamper out to search the forest. they are quick to find something grim. Semhar's body was found behind a rotted tree. The cause of the death appeared to be suffocation or possible choking. She was either unable to surface her face from her mane of hair in time (the weight of her hair was simply too much to bear), or the killer choked her with her own weave.


Semhar, 19th Place

Lex gathers the castaways and informs them that since Semhar is no longer in the game, Bayonaca will be facing tribal council tonight. People begin to protest and ask that the game be called off and they be allowed to leave, but Lex refuses stating there is nothing he can do and they have a show to produce. Contracts are binding. With that, he turns and walks away from the castaways.

Chorizo & Salchicha return to their camps. Everyone can not think about winning immunity, but instead, are much more grateful for their lives. Bayonaca heads back to camp stunned that Semhar was with them only a few hours ago and now is dead. How can they even think about something as trivial as a Tribal Council when a life has been lost? Along with the lives of all those in the Pre-Jury no less! They each grabbed their torches and began their long walk to Tribal Council. They would demand this game conclude and that they all be sent home.

But being sent home was far from reality. During their trek, Bobby Jon is suddenly torn from the group by a snare and is violently thrown against a nearby tree, snapping his neck and leaving him hanging lifeless from a rope. His dead face mirrors his opening intro shot, in which he looks to be receiving a painful prostate exam.


Bobby Jon, 18th Place

The tribe is terrified by the time they reach Lex for Tribal Council and beg to be flown as far away as possible, but he assures them that the island will be secured tonight and everything will be fine by tomorrow. The Tribal talk continues but each person has very little to say. At this point the game is a matter of life and death, and because of Bobby Jon's, there would be no vote. With their heads held low, they headed back to camp.

Back at the Salchicha camp, Sandra is out looking for vines to help construct the shelter. "I CAN GET VINE TOO" she shouted to her tribe from a distance. She soon locates several vines across a small ditch in the sand. She leaps for it and face plants herself into the ground. She dies.



Her tribemates run over in horror, only to conclude upon further inspection, that her canteen was poisoned.


Sandra, 17th Place

Meanwhile at Chorizo camp, Cochran fills his canteen and grabs the sunscreen for a walk down the beach. Just out of sight from camp, Cochran decides to lay down to rest in a comfortable location shaded by the clouds. He sets the canteen and sunscreen down beside him. Just before falling asleep, he notices the clouds are starting to break up in the sky above him. He reaches down to put on the sunscreen but can't find it beside his canteen. This is his last thought before he drifts off.

Hours later, Cochran awakens to an unpleasant burning sensation across his whole body. He looks in shock at the redness of all of his exposed skin. Desperate for relief, he looks for the canteen that he laid down beside the sunscreen. Not only is the sunscreen still missing, but the canteen has been punctured. As Cochran stands up, a wave of dizziness hits him. His skin, completely red, has also become extremely itchy. He begins scratching and peeling at the irritated skin uncontrollably. Feeling weak from he heat and dehydration and unable to tolerate the sensations on his skin, he collapses and dies.


Cochran, 16th Place

The day turns to night, and not a peep is heard from Cochran. The rest of Chorizo begins to worry.
“I’m going to go check on him,” said Sydney.
Tensions already high from the paranoia from the previous day, a blood-curdling screech is heard, stemming from Sydney down the beach.
The rest of the tribe rushes to see what is wrong, all stopping dead in their tracks as Cochran’s burned, dead body lay on the ground. Sydney, terrified, is speechless.
“What the? Who could’ve done this? Did he…burn to death?” asked Stephanie.
“Well, gee, Stephanie, you should know! You were the last one who had the sunscreen before he took it!” said Jay in accusing tone.
“How dare you accuse me! You have the audacity to say I’d do this? Do I look like a killer to you!?”
“You’re the one with the crack stash…”
“That doesn’t make me a killer!”
“But the signs point to you…you were the last one who had access to the sunblock bottle before Cochran took it, so you must’ve tampered with it,” added Mick
Sekou: "sekou"
“Ugh, I can’t believe you. You know what? Just STOP TALKING! Do any of you idiots believe this guy?”
The tribe exchanged concerned, frightened looks.
“FINE! I guess I’ll go see if B’s strolled by with some nighttime treemail!”
And she stormed off.
Stephanie, furious and alone, stormed over to the expected empty basket of treemail, sat down, and sulked in the dark night.
Hours passed. Stephanie couldn’t sleep. Her whole tribe thought her to be the killer. What was she to do?
She had little time to think through scenarios. As she sat down, she heard a twig snap.
She scanned the scenery, as she walked around, turning three hundred sixty degrees, she found herself face-to-face with a person holding, to her horror, a knife. The figure gave a malicious grin. Stephanie, with no time to scream for help, sprinted off into the woods behind the campsite.
“HELP!” “HELP!” she shrieked in desperation. But it was no use, she was too far into the woods for her tribe to hear her. It was run or die. Stephanie ran for what seemed like forever, before she arrived in a clearing. There was no escape now. It was a sort of crossroads. There were four paths to choose from, the killer could be down any one of them. What was she to do? Before she could make up her mind, the killer raced toward her, covered her mouth, and slashed her throat, to stop her from speaking.


Stephanie, 15th Place

The next morning, life at Chorizo was oddly quiet, as the usual talkative Stephanie was nowhere to be found. When Matt went and checked her ever-dwindling crack stash, she wasn’t there. Feeling worried, Matt decided to brave danger and look for her in the woods.

After about an hour of searching, he found her body lying motionless and dead on the forest floor. The light had long left her eyes. Racing back to camp, he called the tribe to the fire.

“Stephanie’s not the killer. She’s dead. However…that leads us to the more pressing matter. Two of our numbers have died in twenty-four hours. Clearly, the killer is on this tribe.”

“Quite convenient of you to point blame when you went to check on Stephanie’s corpse, isn’t it, Matt?” piped up Sydney.

Sekou: "sekou"

“Hey! I am a lawyer! I am paid to make the most of the evidence I am given and make cases and argue with it! I know the killer is one of you four, and tonight, I challenge whoever it is to face me, man-to-man!”

And so he did.

Matt, feeling confident the killer was on his tribe, chose to take a "Night Watch" for Chorizo while the rest slept, trusting he'd catch and be able to take down the killer. Taking the hunting knife with him, he kept watch. At about 3AM, the killer appeared. "Get out of my camp, fiend!" yelled Matt, raising the knife. The killer simply laughed. Matt took a few stabs at the killer, but the killer was too quick for him. The killer tackled Matt to the ground, and shoved his face in the sand, suffocating him to death. "You're like an arrogant ostrich, burying your head in the sand to avoid the truth." And the killer dashed off into the night.


Matt, 14th Place

When the tribes began to gather for yet another challenge, it felt wrong to be playing games in the midst of all this death and sadness. They realized numbers were dropping quickly and the news of what had happened on each of the other tribes spread quickly.

Lex called them into their next challenge and announced today they were competing for a reward! It was an individual challenge and the winner would receive a brand new Jeep Wrangler! This was discussed with production as a way to hopefully improve the morale of the castaways.

The challenge was completed and Amber was handed the keys to her brand new car! She was encouraged to try it out immediately, good for ratings and all. She climbed into the drivers seat and as she began to drive away cheers came from the other castaways. It was nice to have a break from what had surrounded them for the past several days.

From a distance there was a loud explosion, and a ball of fire appeared above the trees. Everyone ran towards the scene but it was too late. This too had been turned into a fatal trap, and Amber was gone.


Amber, 13th Place


"Well then...with that..DROP YOUR BUFFS! You 12 remaining are now merged. In honor of my favorite night gown, you will be wearing these NON-polyester hot pink buffs." proclaimed Lex.

Heading back to camp in attempted Celebration, the newly merged tribe tried gathered around the campfire. The night grew darker as daylight faded, and panic started to spread. Not being able to see well increased the fear tenfold. Someone among this group had to be the killer.

To try and relax his fellow tribemates, Chase started to play one of his songs.

♪♫♪♫you can tell a lot about a man, by the way he holds his pole
does he hold it high, does he hold it low,
does he crank it fast or slow♪♫♪♫♪♫

"This song has so much depth, it's really insightful Chase!" said Misty.

Stephenie rolled her eyes at the rest of the group and peered out into the night, knowing it wasn't safe.

Sekou: "sekou sekou"

Suddenly water was thrown onto the fire and it was pitch black. There were cries and shouts as people scattered in fear, knowing the killer was about to strike. There was a loud thumping noise followed by a thud. A body had clearly fallen. Tom had managed to make a fire, and when the light spread out, everyone was not so shocked to see that Chase was dead. His head was bashed in by his own guitar.


Chase, 12th Place

The sun soon rose and the castaways had little to no sleep. "This needs to stop!" yelped Shawna. "I don't want to die! We need to get off this island! I know I wanted to leave in the Amazon season, but this is different!" she said on the verge of tears.

The castaways started to get up for the day, still baffled as to why Lex and Brett were still continuing to host. Screw the contracts. Screw the show. The lives of the players were far more precious.

"Something tells me we weren't brought out here to play Survivor." exclaimed Sydney.

"This is a sick game to someone. It is a hasty hasty game!" said Jay.

Sekou: "sekou sekou"

Nobody cared about gameplay and strategy. The million dollars was not on their minds. But as more and more people were leaving, the money was that much closer. How else would Stephenie help finance GiGi's? She knew only one person was a lock to win. He had the charisma and charm to persuade even a dead Jury. Stephenie turned to Tom and Chelsea, remembering there was still a game to play. "Can we get Sekou killed next?"

Upon those words, all eyes turned towards Stephenie in instant speculation that she was the killer. But before anyone else spoke about her absurd comment, there was another scream.

Mike shouted to his tribemates from the beach. During the night, the killer had struck again.

Misty's body had washed up upon the shore. It was evident that she had drowned. Her cowboy hat lay next to her.


Misty, 11th Place

The tribe looked in horror as Misty's body washed up on the shore, the killer was moving up their antics. As night fall came none of the remaining survivors felt able to sleep for fear of death and Sekou touching them in the night. As the sun began to rise however, Shawna, Sydney, and Chelsea all headed out to collect more firewood and have a girly bonding session in light of the recent events. The girls discussed the men of the camp amongst other things with Sydney revealing a weird love for Sekou, "I just want him to dominate me with his chocolate lovin' " she proclaimed. Trying to avoid the awkwardness which had just occurred the girls collected the firewood and heading back to camp, shedding a tear as they walking past Misty's dead body, well all but Sydney who was admiring Sekou from afar. As the girls made their way back to camp the morning sun had almost risen and Shawna told the girls she'd re-light the fire. As Sydney and Chelsea went to go back to sleep Shawna got back to work and had the fire lit in no time, she stood up to examine her work when suddenly a hand came and covered her mouth and an evil voice whispered in her ear, "Thanks for making this easy for me" and she was pushed into the fire subsequently burning to death.


Shawna, 10th Place

With no screams heard from Shawna, the camp had no idea of her demise until Sekou awoke to the smell of burning meat. Woman meat. He rushed to the fire to see what was cooking only to see Shawna's burnt body laying in the fire. A single tear fell down his face. Sydney could hear the soft tears of Sekou in the distance and sprang from her sleep to comfort him in his time of need. The two shared a long embrace, slowly pulling away to utter...

Sekou: "sekou"
Sydney: "sydney"

Sydney was about to declare her love for the island's big black love machine when Jay walked over to see the horror of Shawna's burnt body. He felt psychically sick and ran into the jungle to throw up. Noticing the camera's following him, he began to flex and show off his muscles trying to secure that post-survivor modelling contract. As Jay was posing he didn't notice rustling of the surrounding bushes and before he knew it, an arrow was shot and fired right into his chest.


Jay, 9th Place


Whilst Jay had gone the remaining survivors had all discovered Shawna's dead body and were also taken aback by Sekou and Sydney's recent closeness. Tree mail shot from the sky landing besides them. The survivors had no idea were the tree mail had come from but it just simply said, 'Run'. Fear and dread fell over the Survivors faces.

Sekou grabbed Sydney by the hand and the two began to run, following the rest of the survivors. The rain began to poor and within seconds they were all running through mud and slippy terrain, until Andrew stopped and shouted, "Where's Jay?!" The group didn't seemed to care much at the startling disappearance. Andrew looked torn as to whether to run with the rest or go back. He couldn't leave one of his own behind, and so he began to make his way back as the others ran ahead. The rain increased and Andrew was finding it hard to keep his footing. Determined to get Jay, he continued to run until he fell into the ground. A trap hole had been placed and with the rain continuing to poor down, he was unable to bring himself out of the hole and drowned.


Stephenie eventually ran past the hole, losing direction. She looked down to see a man floating. Chelsea caught up with her, looked in, and cried out. "Oh my God. Andrew!"

Breaking the fourth wall, Stephenie responded, "There is an Andrew in this story?"


Andrew, 8th Place

They didn't realize the challenge was a test of teamwork, but the set trap had caught it's prey. Lex randomly arrived and called them together and announced Andrew would have had immunity for attempting to help Jay, but death made him exempt from that, so no one would be immune at Tribal Council.

"Tribal Council!?" they shouted in union and confusion.

The tribe once again was heading back to Tribal Council. Mick grabbed his torch from beside the tree and headed in the direction he believed they had always gone for Tribal Council. But something felt off. The woods grew more dense the further he continued. It was soon pitch black and he couldn’t even see his hand in front of his face. There was a loud snap of a twig behind him and instantly the immunity idol cracked against the side of his head. He slumped to the ground. The killer picked up the bloody idol, laughed and slipped away into the woods to catch up with the others as they headed towards Tribal Council.


Mick, 7th Place

But the trek to Tribal Council was put on pause. Sekou health had been failing for days. He thought it was just exhaustion from all the fooling around. But it got worse and worse as time went. It was so bad recently, that they needed to help carry him on a stretcher. No one realized that while all the others had been eating from the same food sources, Sekou had been drinking tainted blood, because he believed that like Bella in Twilight, it would make him stronger and faster than the others. Instead, it had quite the opposite effect. Sydney cried at Sekou's stretcher's side, tending to him.

Sekou was now slipping away. The killer watched as Sekou quietly uttered one last “sekou”, threw his fist into the air, and was gone. Aids.


Sekou, 6th Place

After her lover's death, Sydney felt faint. She collapsed to the ground and died just minutes after Sekou had. Some would say it was the transmitted aids that killed Sydney Wheeler, but it is widely believed being so beautiful was too much to bear.

She fell across her man's body.


Sydney, 5th Place

The tribe called it a night and tried to sleep, with only four of them still alive, they had made up their minds: Tomorrow they would go to Lex and Brett, and tell them that they either flew them home, or they quit the game and returned home to safety on their own. They were done endangering their own lives for Lex and Brett’s amusement.
Chelsea, Stephenie, Mike, and Tom

[/color] awoke bright and early the next morning, and prepared to make a nice breakfast before going off to see Brett and Lex with their demands.
“I’ll go get a chicken from the coop,” said Chelsea. [/color] She had been the resident chicken killer and breeder of the tribe.
She set out to get the chickens, but came across a horrific sight: All three of their chickens were killed. Throats slashed, and gutted, their innards laying in a bloody pile by their cage.
Before Chelsea[/color] could scream, the killer struck again. Grabbing her throat to prevent her from screaming, he tied her arms together, and hung her from a tree, placing a handkerchief around her mouth. The killer grinned maliciously.
“I’ve seen you make a clean job of those chickens,” the killer said with an evil smirk. “Now you’re going to know, exactly how they feel.
Slowly and methodically, the killer slashed her open from end to end, letting her bleed to death, and gutted her alive, tearing her heart out last so as to extend the pain.


Chelsea, 4th Place


An hour passed. The tribe, assuming Chelsea[/color] to be dead, sent out Stephenie[/color] to confirm it.
Stephenie came running back, a look of pure horror on her face.
“She’s been…GUTTED like a chicken!”
This, however, led the others to point the finger at her.
“And who might’ve done this? No one was near her when she died…except you!” accused Mike.[/color]
“Yes, because I would totally come tell you someone was dead if I were the killer!” retorted Stephenie.
“Okay, guys, enough of this fighting. We clearly need to get out of here. Let’s go to Lex and Brett and make our position clear. We can leave them to deal with Stephenie when we get there,” said Tom.[/color]
Tom and Mike[/color] took a struggling Stephenie with them to the production site. Once there, they saw a somber Lex and Brett.
“What have we done?” asked Brett to Lex.
“A very bad thing.”
“And what bad thing would that be?” asked Mike.[/color]
“We have the killer. She’s right here!” said Tom.[/color]
“…No.” said Lex.
“What do you mean NO?!”
“Brett and I…paid someone off to kill you all…as a joke. We saw one of the players drunk one night, and jokingly told them that we’d pay them $20 to kill the entire cast. We didn’t think he’d take us seriously,” said Brett in a guilt-ridden tone.
“Okay…so who the hell did you pay off? It wasn’t me, boys, so if you could please let go! Now…who was it?” asked Stephenie.[/color]
But before they could answer, two hands appeared behind the bush Brett and Lex were sitting by. Two long, thick sausages were shoved in their mouths. After a short struggle, both hosts lay lifeless on the floor, ironically gagged to death by the island’s native delicacy.


Lex & Brett, sausaged.

The three surviving inhabitants of Sausage Island started running in all directions. The thoughts racing through their head were both grisly and frightening.
They had all been facing the same direction…had someone faked their gruesome death? Did someone have some superhuman powers to be in two places at once? Were they ever going to escape the island? Were any of them going to live?
Tom[/color] was running for what seemed like hours along the beach. Where the others were, he hadn’t the faintest idea. Suddenly, he saw a shark swimming out in the water. However, before he could look for his spear, the killer sprang out of a bush, put it into his side, and dragged him into the water. Too weak to save himself, as the spear had punctured one of his lungs, Tom[/color] lay helpless in the water. The sharks came, and devoured him, headfirst.


Tom, 3rd Place

Meanwhile, Mike[/color] ran halfway in the opposite direction, stopped, and turned around. He was convinced Stephenie[/color] was the killer, and he was going to be the one to finish her off.
Seeing her turn a corner, he began in hot pursuit. Racing her silently through camp, he found a hunting knife, and continued in hot pursuit.
Chasing Stephenie[/color] as if he were a cat chasing a mouse, he silently stalked his prey. He was going to kill her for what she did, there was no denying that.
Stephenie[/color] slowed down and retreated to a small abandoned shack on the island. Assuming she was alone, she sat down to relax.
Just as she became complacent, Mike[/color], eyes alight with rage, charged her with the knife.
As he chased her around the shanty shack, he eventually cornered her, grabbed her arms, and pinned her to the wall.
This was it for Stephenie, she was going to die for a crime she didn’t commit. She just knew it.
“You disgust me! Killing these people for $20 because you were in a drunken stupor! Well, the tables have turned! I am a former Marine, I’ve killed scum like you before! Say goodbye!” exclaimed Mike.
And he raised the hunting knife, had it at Stephenie’s throat, the blade touched her skin, and a gunshot was heard.
The light left Mike’s[/color] eyes. Someone had shot him right in the temple. His dead corpse dragged the knife down with him down Stephenie’s body, and he fell to the floor, unmistakably dead.
The question was…who shot him? Everyone was dead.


Mike, 2nd Place

A tall, slender figure emerged from the shadows with a revolver in his hand.
“You!” exclaimed Stephenie.[/color]
It was Jay[/color], with the arrow still in his chest.
“But…you’re dead.”
“So you thought,” as he pulled the arrow, with no point on it, out of his chest with ease.
“But why, Jay?” asked Stephenie.[/color]
“Well, at first Brett and Lex paid me off, then explained to me I was drunk, but then I got to thinking…It would be quite a speedy way to the million if I just killed all of you off anyway, including them…right?”
“That is quite barbaric.”
“But tactful, no?”
“Quite…but rather disgusting. Now, why haven’t you killed me yet? I mean…you have a revolver and I have nowhere to go. I got a dead Marine at my feet.”
“Excellent question! The reason you are still alive, is because of a simple fact: You are the biggest threat to me in this game, so I’m going to make your death worthwhile. We’re going to play a game. It’s called you run and I kill. I’ll give you one hour to hide, and you must avoid me for twenty-four hours. If I don’t find you in twenty-four hours, we’ll split the check fifty-fifty.”
Stephenie[/color], seeing no better option, accepted.
“You had better start running, then.” Snickered Jay.[/color]
Stephenie[/color] bolted into the woods. For a good thirty minutes, she ran nonstop.
However, something dawned on her. Jay[/color] had agreed to kill the members of Sausage Island whilst in a drunken stupor , Jay[/color] would surely want a drink before long.
Preparing to take Jay down herself, and collect a fat check in the process, Stephenie[/color]raced to the Production site, past a dead Lex and Brett, and into the Pre-Jury House, where she found all she’d need to conquer Jay, remembering that the first victims were killed at the Pre-Jury hut.
The rotting corpses of Sophie, Brenda, Gregg [/color] Aras, Tammy, Amanda, Matty, and Penner[/color] gave the place the smell of a used toilet. Stephenie[/color], disgusted, ran to the bar.
Anticipating Jay[/color] to come there to get drunk, she searched the bar for any weapon. She found some. She knew what she’d do. Finding Lex’s Louisville Slugger baseball bat beneath the sink, she also found rat poison. All she had to do now was prepare for Jay to arrive.
As she anticipated, late in the night, after Jay[/color] had fruitlessly searched for Stephenie[/color], he came to the Pre-Jury hut to drown his sorrows. The door swung open, and with one swing, Stephenie[/color] whacked Jay[/color] unconscious as she sent him a blow to the head with the bat.
While the crazed Jay[/color] was unconscious, Stephenie[/color] tied him to a chair, making sure all his limbs were in inescapable knots, she prepared for him to wake.
One hour later, he did.
“GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!” he bellowed.
“I’m sorry, that isn’t happening. What you didn’t anticipate was someone wanting the money as much as you,” Stephenie[/color] replied.
“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!”
“Finish you, and return home a hero.”
Jay[/color] watched and struggled angrily, as he watched Stephenie[/color] fix him a drink.
“You’re going to kill me by giving me a beer?” Jay[/color] snorted.
“Precisely.”
Bending down, Stephenie[/color] took out the rat poison from beneath the sink, poured it into his drink, shoved the bottle into his mouth, and forced the draught of death down his protesting throat."
With one final shameless plug, Stephenie[/color] muttered, "I can make a good cocktail. Just go to Gigi's."
Within minutes, Jay[/color] was drowning in his own vomit, meeting his end how many alcoholics before him have.


Jay, 2nd Place

Stephenie[/color], realizing she had won, darted out of the hut, took a blank check from Lex’s pocket, wrote it to herself for $1 million, and boarded a chopper to safety. Upon her return to the states, she had a famous pizza chain, $1 million for being the winner of Sausage Island, and was an American Hero, right out of the movies, adored by all.


Stephenie, 1st Place

FINAL PLACEMENTS
1. Stephenie
2. Jay
3. Mike
4. Tom
5. Chelsea
6. Sydney
7. Sekou
8. Mick
9. Andrew
10. Shawna
11. Misty
12. Chase
13. Amber
14. Matt
15. Stephanie
16. Cochran
17. Sandra
18. Bobby Jon
19. Semhar


"GIGI'S IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS."

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[Host Brett]

Bayonaca

Once upon a time, there were 19 eager and passionate people awaiting the chance of a lifetime. It was a cold and rainy morning in the ancient gregarious sausage coliseum, where everyone’s lives would change.

8:00AM

Upon the high steps of the arena walk 2 shadowy figures.

Lex: Everyone welcome to Sausage Coliseum
Brett: Here is where you will battle to become "Sole Survivor"

Everyone is in awe as they watch these two angelic, yet mystical, human beings describe what would be the most intense battle they could ever imagine... well almost everyone!

Jay: "Yo, can you hear what they are saying?"
Tom: "Shut up"
Jay: "HAHAHAHA"
Chase: "What is your problem?"
Jay: "I'm just picturing them naked...hehe they have VERY nice sausages "
Lex: "Only one rule"
Sydney: "GROSS, some of us are here to win, we aren't just hungry"
Jay: *while pinching Sydney's ass and burping* "You're all the dessert I need"

Just then, Sydney slaps him.

Brett: "To win, you must be the only one alive"
Jay: "I like 'em feisty hehe, who else wants a piece of ole Jaybird?"
Lex: "You will have 24 hours"

Suddenly a loud scream is heard

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Just then, Jay is stabbed in the heart and collapses dead on the floor, and everyone looks in shock!

Matt: "I finally shut your annoying ass up"
Lex and Brett: "LET THE GAMES BEGIN"



 

THE HUNGER GAMES - SURVIVOR EDITION

 
9:00 AM
East-side of the Sausage Coliseum

Her heart was beating against her chest as she ran as fast as she could. It had all started just an hour ago, and Shawna was ready to win it all. When the hosts had announced the beginning, she had done the smartest thing she could think of and ran as fast as she could away from the center. She hadn’t seen anyone in a while, an hour to be exact, but she had no way of telling the time as watches were not allowed in the Games.

Finally, exhausted, she stopped and squatted in the floor to rest. She had to have enough distance between her and the others by now. It was not that she was scared of the competition, but Shawna was a smart girl and she wanted to make sure that she had a good strategy to go against the others. After all, the Games were not just about sheer strength but about how to get to the end and win, that’s what mattered. And she was going to do it, she knew she was going to, there was no doubt in her mind that she was.

A few trees away, hidden in the shadows, was a man who had been hunting Shawna for a while. Why? Simple, he knew she was a big threat to win, perhaps not physically but when it came to mental strength he knew that the curly haired girl was one of the toughest ones out there. And he wasn’t about to take that for granted, he wasn’t going to be like any stupid tributes from the past and hunt the weakest tributes to fight the strongest at the end. No, he was going to take down the strong people now, when he was strong, and worry about the weak ones at the very end. Tom Westman was a smart man, and as such, he was about to end the life of Shawna Mitchell (if anything just to further his chances in the game).

His foot landed on a branch, and it broke making a noise. His heart froze as he watched Shawna look around nervously. Tom had managed to grab a sword before escaping the starting line, as far as he knew, his pray had not taken any weapons. Suddenly, her eyes landed on his and he knew he had been found. Like a lion in the Savannah, he jumped out from between the trees and bolted towards her.

Shawna screamed as she realized what was going on. She stood up and started running, while trying to think of a way to get away from the man. Suddenly an idea came to her mind, and she started climbing the nearest tree, but before she could make it too far she felt someone grab her by the neck of her shirt, and seconds after she was laying down on the floor coughing up dirt. She had to do something, she had to survive! She did the only thing she could think of… beg for her life.

Shawna: “WAIT! Please, I can help you! I’ll be the most loyal ally, I swear. Please, wait!”

But her words were void, because as she begged a smile crept on Tom’s features which was followed by a laugh as he whipped his sword out.

Tom: “Sweet dreams, princess…”

And with that he lowered the sword onto her stomach; a single tear fell from Shawna’s eyes as she realized what had happened. She had made a mistake not grabbing a weapon, and thinking she would survive solely by her brains was her biggest mistake. Now, here she was, with a sword in her stomach and a man towering above her, laughing at her dismay. Shawna tried to say something, but no words came out, only blood did. And then… she died.

 
10:35AM
People start gathering around the camp fire very hungry, while wondering who will be killed off next. Just then, Cochran runs over to Mick.

Cochran: "Mick you must try this steak!!! It's amazing. Savage just cooked it up"

Mick looks over to see where Savage was cooking, and saw a blood trail coming from the cookout to where Shawna died.

"No I think I’m okay" Stuttered Mick.

Meanwhile Chelsea, Bobby Jon, Matt and Stephanie all discuss strategy about whom to kill off next.

Matt automatically takes command and says "We need to kill off Chase because he is going around making deals with everybody, and he is one of the stronger males here."

Bobby Jon and Stephanie agree, but not Chelsea. "Ya'll are crazy! Chase is one of the nicest boys you will meet… plus he is a hunk!"

Stephanie whispers to Bobby Jon "That accent is soooo fake"

"What did you say!?!??!" Chelsea yelled out.

"She said Sandra is a bitch" Bobby Jon claims.

"Really Bobby Jon? Like really? Whatever, I know ya'll are lying! I'm out of here!"

Chelsea stands up and walks away while eating her steak.

Stephanie mumbles "We should kill that bitch."

"Yeah, she clearly forgot all her training" Bobby Jon says, while thinking back to his training

*Flashback*

Rory the sausage winner 1 was teaching Bobby Jon of the best way to kill people.

Rory: "Look nigga, the best way to win these things is by doing nothing the entire time and then doing a little bit at the end, then taking all the credit for the whole thing saying doing nothing was your brilliant plan all along. That's what I did, and look at me! I’m amazing."

Bobby Jon: "Wouldn't that make me a douche bag?"

Rory: "NAW, that would make you a crusher!"

Bobby Jon: "......That sounds awful!"

Chelsea begins walking through the woods trying to clear her head. She hears a noise behind her and looks around. There are no animals making noise, the wind quit blowing, and it was completely silent. She keeps walking.

Behind her in a mud patch, movement started to occur. Sekou rose up above the mud behind Chelsea and leaned in close and whispered "Sekou".

A frightened Chelsea turned around quickly only to see there was nothing there. The wind started to blow and she heard the words "Sekou" in the wind. Chelsea began running back to camp as fast as she could jumping over logs and running through branches. She finally ran back to camp only to see everybody staring at her.

Semhar runs over to her. "Is everything okay girlfriend?"

Chelsea was out of breath “No, I think Sekou was stalking me out in the woods" Chelsea looks over at Sekou who was just staring at her and smiling with that big smile of his.

"Ummmm, Sekou has literally been here the entire time. You’re going crazy girlfriend!" Semhar says with her sassy voice, while doing a ghetto snap with her fingers.

Chase comes over to check on Chelsea. "Hey are you okay? Let’s go for a walk" Chelsea nods and they walk off in the woods together. He holds her close.

They start holding hands while walking and talking. Finally Chase stops and looks at Chelsea in the eyes. "I have a confession to make...."

Chelsea: "What is it darling?"

Chase: "Well Stephanie and Bobby Jon both came over to me and told me about you wanting to kill me."

Chelsea: "O-M-G!!!! THAT’S NOT TRUE CHASE!!! YOU GOT TO BELIEVE ME!"

Chase: "I’m sorry Chelsea, there is nothing I can do now"

Chelsea: "What do you..." Right then, an arrow flew straight into her throat. Chelsea grabs onto the arrow in pain, falling down to her knees while spitting out blood. She looks over to where the arrow came from. From a distance she sees Amber staring her down.

Chelsea had fallen to the unforgiving ground as a stream of crimson blood drained from her neck. Chase could see Amber in the distance, and the two dashed over to one another and embraced, glad to see the other still alive and breathing. "I don’t want to lose you in all this madness darlin’" said Chase, brushing the tip of his thumb against Amber’s warm cheek.

A smile escaped Amber’s lips as she looked up into his eyes, but her attention quickly turned away from him as a rustle in the bushes was heard from a few inches away.

"You circle from the left, I’ll circle from the right," Amber whispered, clutching onto her bow and arrow. The two split silently, making sure not to step on broken branches or lingering tree leaves. As both individuals began to circle the bush where they heard the commotion coming from, someone instantly began to cower, throwing their weapon out into the open.

A ginger-haired man slowly stood from his place, shaky hands rising from his sides as he stood still, whimpering, "Please ... don’t kill me ... I will do anything. I have so much more time left... and Sekou and I are going to run away together... like Huckleberry Finn!"

Having heard enough, Chase raised his hand, took aim, and threw a set of knives outwards. Within seconds, a few knives had pierced the head of John Cochran, ending his hopes and dreams of running away with the man of his dreams. Somewhere in the midst of the night, Sekou murmured a soft cry. His pearly white smile fading from his dark face, "Sekou...” he said to himself, "Sekou feels sadness."

12:08PM
Meanwhile, deep in the jungle, Mike had his back to a large tree. Squatting near the roots, he had his bow in his hands, tightly gripping onto it ready to shoot at whatever came in his direction. This place was a battlefield, a warzone... it was every man for himself. Nothing would faze Mike. He began to fantasize about the prize, the winning, and the glory of it all... he had to make sure he could get to that point.

He would destroy anything that came at him, regardless of who it was, but what happened in these next few moments was something he did not anticipate.

A small growing cry could be heard in the distance. Unknowing of what it could be, Mike slowly rose from his position, cautiously turning his head from side to side, remaining aware of his surroundings. He began to trudge forwards as the cries continued. They were definitely feminine, a small angelic sound to each whimper, almost as if Mike could actually feel, smell, and taste her tears.

As Mike approached what looked like a small dugout in the earth, he noticed an unmoving blonde woman; her hair a mess, her body wrangled. She looked uncomfortable. Her cries began to subside as she saw him. Her glistening baby blue eyes glimmering underneath the jungle-covered moonlight, as she begged for his help, "Please .. Mike, is that you? I need your help, please .." It was Sydney Wheeler.

Mike had a soft spot for the girl, hell, every guy did. She was one of the most beautiful creatures, and it was a shame to have seen her thrown into such a violent game, fighting for her life. Who was Mike to deny her of any help? Forgetting what was at stake, Chiesl’s defenses came down as he helped himself down into the ditch to tend to Sydney. He raised her head slowly to prop her up, "I’m here to help you" he said, not gazing away from her mesmerizing eyes.

A thankful smile spread across her soft lips, as she leaned up into him, her arms tying around his neck for a small embrace. However, a glare panged off her hand as the moon shown on what was a jack knife, fitted perfectly in her palm. "Just know, I appreciate your kindness .. but this is a game after all.." Before Mike could answer with confusion, Sydney plunged the end of the dagger deep into Mike’s spine. A loud cry belted from his lips, as Sydney pushed him off of her and she climbed to her feet, kicking his bow from his hands.

Mike was still breathing. He was still semi-moving. Sydney adjusted her hair as she stood, and focused her attention on an almost dead Mike Chiesl. "A girl has to do, what a girl has to do," she said, as she thrusted downwards onto her knees, sinking her knife deep into Mike’s chest, sealing his fate and ending his life. Sydney Wheeler was a deadly siren.

1:05PM
Meanwhile, back at camp, Matt, Stephanie, Bobby Jon, and Tom all sat around the camp fire.

Matt: "So out of everybody, who would you guys fuck?

Bobby Jon answers very quickly "Easily Sydney! 100% no questions asked!"

Stephanie backhands Bobby. "Ouch! What? I’m just saying.....she is hot.”

Misty comes over hoping to join in on the group, but Tom stops her. "What do you think you’re doing little lady?"

Misty: "I was just hoping to join your guys group....nobody likes to talk to me"

"Well there isn't that much room" Matt says as Savage walks over and sits down without any argument. Misty points at Savage thinking what the hell.

Misty: "You guys think you’re sooo amazing. Well let me tell you something, you’re not! You’re just a bunch of terrible people with giant egos!"

"Don't forget giant black penises" Sekou whispers in her ear. Misty shutters and slowly backs away as Sekou just stares at her. As she backs up, Stephanie trips her. Misty gets sand in her eyes and looks over to see the whole group is laughing at her. She tears up "YOU GUYS ARE A BUNCH OF....OF...JERKS!" she runs off into the woods.

While in the woods Mick and Sandra were bonding.

"Some days I just wish I wasn't such a push over" Mick stutters.

"I know what you mean, some days I wish I wasn't such a slut" Sandra says while winking at Mick. But Mick didn't catch onto the hint.

Misty runs into them while crying. She seemed happy to see Mick and Sandra. "Guys I’m soooo glad to see you. Can I hang out with you two? I feel like such a loser out here"

Sandra and Mick both looked at each other then looked at Misty and said at the same time "NO!" An upset Misty tears up again and begins to run off but trips over a log and falls down a hill.

Sandra then hears talking in the distance. Her and Mick go to check out what's going on. They see Chase and Amber talking over a dead Cochran. Chase and Amber stare at each other’s eyes for a bit before kissing. Amber then skips off to the camp site.

Mick grabs a rock and looks over to acknowledge the attack to Sandra, but Sandra had already started charging at Chase screaming at the top of her lungs like a mad woman and swinging around a branch.

She swings at Chase but he just ducks and then punches her in the face. She falls down to the ground instantly.

Chase: "Just what do you think your trying to do pig face? Do you not know who I am? I’m Chase....fucking Chase did you really think you could take me on?" Chase then spits in her face and kicks her.

Mick comes running out of the bushes with his rock, and throws it at Chase but completely misses; wide left. Chase begins just laughing hysterically at Mick. Mick then charges at him. Chase whips out his knife and stabs Mick hard into the shoulder. He slams him up against a tree and yanks out another knife and stabs Mick hand into the tree, trapping him.

Chase: "Well you guys thought you could sneak up on me. But, what you forgot is I’m the greatest thing since hamburgers. I think I will kill you first Sandra and let Mick watch. That seems like the gentleman thing to do."

Chase walks over and grabs a giant boulder and gets ready to drop it on Sandra's head.

Chase: "Any last words bitch?"

Sandra: "Blow me asshole!"

All of a sudden, an arrow goes through Chase’s chest. He panics and drops the boulder to the ground. Sandra moves just in time, before it smashes her head. Chase looks over and sees Sydney. Sydney flips her hair and blows him a kiss.

"Ah, motherfucker!" Chase sighs.

Sydney shoots another arrow through his eye, and Chase’s body goes flying through the air and stumbling on the ground.

Meanwhile Misty wakes up, realizing she had been knocked out from the fall, and sees she has been tied up. She see's Stephanie V walk up to her.

"Please help me Stephanie somebody has tied me up!" Misty starts crying. Stephanie wipes off her tears. "Oh you silly dumb girl I tied you up."

Misty begins crying more "Please don't hurt me I can help you" Stephanie covers up her mouth. "Sorry kiddo....I ride solo." Stephanie suffocates Misty with a smile.

2:47PM
Meanwhile back at camp.

"Where the fuck did everybody go?" Bobby Jon says while looking around.

Confused as to where everyone was, Bobby Jon gathered his things: a canteen, his machete, a bottle of lube, and Stephanie. “Where are we going?” Stephanie asked, with an annoyed look on her face. Bobby Jon didn’t answer but instead gave her his bottle of lube to hold while he adjusted his machete to his waist. “Are you fucking kidding me?” LaGrossa remarks, with a brow raised. “No?” Bobby Jon answers with a smirk.

As the two trudge off in the opposite direction, the ground was decorated in blood to the West, as Chase grasped onto the earth before releasing his grip and becoming lifeless.

Sydney, with a focused look on her face, moved forwards to approach Sandra and Mick, who looked thankful for their rescue. “I thought you guys needed some help! God knows Chase deserved what he got,” Sydney exclaimed with a charming smile. Tying her bow under arm, Sydney noticed the wound on Mick’s shoulder. “Wow, you should get that looked at. Come with me, I know someone that has some bandages.”

Reluctantly, Sandra lets go of Mick as Mick goes into Sydney’s care. Sandra begins to follow the two into the jungle, but Sydney turns and stops her, “I can take it from here Sandy, you need to go find yourself a weapon… a branch isn’t gonna’ do you much good.” Giving a sickly sweet smile, Sydney continues walking off with Mick, arm in arm, as Sandra rolls her eyes in annoyance and walks off to find herself a weapon, “what a little skank.”

As Sydney and Mick travel further into the depths of the jungle, they suddenly stop. Sydney slides the back of her hand over her forehead, acting as though she felt weak. “Eugh .. I feel light headed. I don’t know what’s going on,” she sighs softly, beginning to kneel on the rough patch of land below them. Mick cries at the pain of his shoulder as he slowly sits down beside her, trying to comfort her. “If I die right here, I want you to know that you can have my weapons, Mick,” Sydney says softly, “It’s not my virginity, but it will help you in battle.”

With a flutter of her eyelashes, Mick smiles awkwardly, “Thanks Syd, but you’re gonna’ be fine. I’ll be fine. We’ll get out of here.” Sydney smirks, knowing she had him where she wanted him, “If you could pick which weapon to have out of my bow and knife right now… which would you want?” she asks weakly, with a small twinkle in her eye. Without hesitation Mick answers, “You’re bow, definitely.”

Sydney: “Well, too bad.”

Within seconds, Sydney reaches for her dagger and thrusts it deep into the gut of Mick. As she slides upwards, opening his chest with the end of her knife, the blood spills out onto the ground below. “I just carved you like a pumpkin, and it’s not even Halloween,” Sydney says as she stands to her feet. Another victim was claimed by the deadly siren, as she gripped onto her bow and ran off into the brush before being seen.

Lost and looking for a weapon, Sandra was stumbling around the jungle, completely unaware of what was going on around her. It had been awhile since Sandra had something tasty; a taco, a burrito, a quesadilla, an empanada, some nachos, guacamole .. Taco Bell. Feeling the stress of it all, Sandra dropped to her knees and curled up into a ball in the middle of an open area. She could feel the hunger overcoming her as she wrapped her arms around her stomach.

Was she going to die here?

Was she going to die from a lack of Mexican food?

No. She was going to die because Amber was going to mess her up like a piñata.

Moments before, Amber had found her beloved Chase bled to death where she had left him previously. Her love, the love of her life - he was gone. However, could Amber move on in this competition without her rock? Gritting her teeth, Amber flipped her brown locks from her face and began to run. With no sense of direction, or where she was going, Amber hoped she would find something, someone to kill.

Seeing a large lump lying open in the middle of a vacant area, Amber quickly stops in her tracks, and grips onto her bow. Moving forwards slowly, she sees that it was none other than Sandra. Disgusted by the appearance of her piggish body, Amber moves out into the open, greeting Diaz-Twine with her bow raised.

Amber: “Any last words .. you immigrant bitch?”

Sandra rolled over to see Amber standing a few inches away from her, ready to take a shot. Sandra was caught. There was no way she was going to get out of this alive. She would never be able to taste spicy and delicious Latin flavors on the tip of her tongue ever again. And then, the anger hit her. “Fuck you, Amber!”

Pulling back her bow, Amber released rapidly, sending the arrow straight into the forehead of Sandra Diaz-Twine. Sandra’s large mass fell back into the dirt, as Amber breathed heavily, lowering her bow. Nobody messed with Amber’s man. Nobody.

6:23PM
Stephanie and Bobby Jon are walking through the woods, bickering away loudly.

"I’m telling you right now the panda apocalypse is going to happen! Everybody is worried about zombies, but we really need to be worried about the pandas, or even zombie pandas!" Bobby Jon claims.

Stephanie: "Hahahahaha! Seriously, what fucking drugs are you on? And why haven't you shared them?!"

Bobby Jon and Stephanie stop and look into each other’s eyes for a second. Bobby Jon closes his eyes and leans in for a kiss. Stephanie slaps him across the face and laughs out loud "In your dreams!"

Bobby winks at her "I like my dreams...."

As they are walking, an arrow hits a tree right in front of them. They both look up to see Amber shooting at them. "RUN!" Bobby Jon yells out. They begin bolting through the woods, as Amber keeps firing arrows at them.

"WHAT DO WE DO?!?!?" Bobby yells out.

Stephanie then trips Bobby Jon and keeps running while yelling out "IM SORRY!!!!!" Bobby Jon rolls and hides under some branches.

Meanwhile, Stephanie V began putting on her camouflage make up, getting ready to go to camp for war. She sneaked up on the camp to see Tom, Savage, and Matt all sleeping. Instead of slitting their throats she wanted to play mind games. She grabbed a log, lit it on fire, and then tossed it where they were sleeping. She ran off into the bushes as she heard them getting up and screaming.

"Stop drop and roll!!!!" Tom screams out.

Savage kept rolling around on the ground, but the fire was just spreading more on him somehow, as he screamed out "IT'S NOT WORKING, I’M BURNING!!!"

Stephanie laughed her ass off in the bushes before a giant black hand grabbed her by the mouth and grabbed her stomach and picked her up. She freaks out, noticing it was Sekou. He knocks her out and carries her off into the woods.

She wakes up an hour later all tied up, as Sekou is just sitting there eating a pizza.

Stephanie: "Ummm… where did you get that pizza from?"

Sekou: "I got it from pizza hut....duh!"

Stephanie: "Why haven't you killed me yet?" Stephanie asked while still dazed and confused.

Sekou: "Sekou needs a partner. Sekou is amazing but needs help. Sekou has been on his own since he was 4, after he ran away from home. A tranny named Skupin took me in and taught Sekou how to be amazing. Now Sekou must destroy the world!"

Sekou unties Stephanie and asks "Now, will you help Sekou?"

Stephanie throws dirt in his eyes and head butts him. "No chance in hell" She begins to run away but falls into a trap pit that Sekou had set up just in case she ran away. Stephanie was trapped, while realizing she is fucked. Sekou walks over to the hole and looks down at Stephanie. He unzips his pants and begins to pee on her.

"Oh my God stop it!!!!!" She cries out. Sekou then starts tossing dirt in the hole burying Stephanie alive. She begins to freak out and starts trying to climb up but the dirt isn't steady enough and she keeps falling back down. More and more dirt keeps being thrown on her. She crawls up in a corner and begins to cry knowing her time is up.

Two hours later, Sekou is done burying her alive. He smiles and eats a banana and begins to walk back to his camp, until he runs into a mysterious man in a long trench jacket and a scarf covering his face. The mysterious man pulls out a gun and shoots Sekou in the chest twice. Sekou falls back some before stumbling to the ground. A tear rolls down his face.

The mysterious man takes off his scarf and shows his face. It was Rory the season one winner. He stares down Sekou and says "I am the truest nigga". He then shoots Sekou in the head.

9:40PM
The chase was on. Stephanie had tripped Bobby Jon minutes ago. Breathing heavily, she began to slow down her pace, assuming that Amber had caught up to him and killed him off. Catching her breath, Stephanie bent over and rested her hands on her knees. “Fuck, that was a workout” she exclaimed, leaning back up as she wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. As Stephanie leaned upwards, a figure was seen behind her, standing upright; a feminine silhouette appeared in the darkness.

It was Amber, she had caught up to her.

As Stephanie turned around, Amber took a vicious approach and ragged onto LaGrossa’s hairline. Squealing, Amber thrusted Stephanie up against a tree trunk and held her up by her hair. “Oh, kinky!” Stephanie exclaimed, “But not my style!” Just then, Stephanie shoved Amber’s hands off of her curly locks, and jammed her knee cap into the stomach of Amber. Amber hunched forwards, grasping for air, “You’re gonna’ pay for that,” Amber threatened. “Everyone pays for the services I offer .. I never pay!" bantered Stephanie, like a slut, in return.

Amber regained her breath as she shot up and slapped the face of LaGrossa, sending her stumbling to the right. Amber quickly reached for her bow, as she began to reach for her arrows, nothing was there! Confused, Amber began to look around to see where she could have dropped them.

“You hoo! Looking for these!?” called a voice from the tree hanging above.

Just then, Amber turned her direction upwards to see Semhar dangling from a thick tree branch with Amber’s arrows in hand. The anger welled up in Amber, but it was apparent that she was about to be double-teamed. Amber would have to kill one after the other. Amber quickly turned around to deal with Stephanie first, but Stephanie was one step ahead of her as she slammed the mass of a large rock across Amber’s skull, sending her to the ground. “Take that, bitch!” yelled Stephanie.

Amber could be seen knocked out, permanently unconscious, on the ground below, as a small trail of blood slid down her cheek from the top of her head. Unaware of Semhar, Stephanie began to adjust herself and collect her emotions. Just then, Semhar jumped from the tree, her afro acting as a parachute as she landed onto her feet. Gripping onto one of the stolen arrows, Semhar ran forwards and lunged the arrow deep into the neck of Stephanie. Blood began to gurgle up and out of LaGrossa’s mouth as she fell to her knees and then onto her side – officially dead. “Yeah, I bet yo’ ass didn’t see that one comin’!”

As Semhar turned around, she heard someone coming in the distance. Preparing to flee, Semhar grabbed onto the bow and arrow that Amber had around her dead, lifeless arm .. and ran.

11:36PM
Bobby Jon ran through the trees looking for Stephanie, he was hoping she had managed to escape from Amber. Inside, he blamed himself for letting her off his sight but if there was something he had learned from his training with Rory, it was that you couldn’t let your biggest threat unattended, and in his mind that person was Stephanie. Why else would he align with her? She didn’t even like pandas for Goodness sake!

Suddenly he stopped, because he had found Stephanie, or what was left of her at least. Blood was everywhere, and next to her she found another body, Amber. Clearly someone had snuck up on both of them and finished off the winner. He frowned as he looked around, trying to think of the course of action to take now…

Meanwhile, Semhar ran as fast as she could. The truth was, she was not the most athletic person, and she had never thought she would actually kill someone. Sure, she had sass to last for ages but she wasn’t no killer, momma had raised her right. When she thought she was far enough, the poet stopped, closing her eyes she tried to remember all the afternoons sitting in the porch, reading poetry and drinking Kool-Aid, what would momma do?

She had not been raised to be a quitter, even if that meant she had take human lives. After all, she wanted to get back to Momma, didn’t she? Semhar had only quit once before in her life, but that thought was so atrocious that she kept it hidden in the back of her mind, it was back when she had a mullet instead of an afro, the dark, dark days…

The poet waltzed into what looked like a spring, the cold water seemed delicious so she didn’t hesitate to approach it, using her hands to scoop up some of it she started the drinking the fresh liquid. The snap of a twig made her stop and turn around…

Back at camp, there was much chaos. “IT’S NOT WORKING I’M BURNING!” Andrew’s words echoed through the camp, Tom and Matt had managed to get out in time, but the last member of the Pack was still on fire. They had decided to call themselves the Pack, all three of them were strong Alpha-Male types so they knew together they could beat the odds. And now, one of them was burning and even rolling around in the ground was not helping.

“KICK HIM!” Matt said in a panic, Tom turned to look at him with raised eyebrows, but he watched as Matt stomped and kicked Andrew like you would anything else that’s on fire (to put it off with the soles of his shoes, it looked fun to say the least so Tom joined in). Soon enough, the fire was gone and Andrew stood up thanking his allies, the smell of burnt flesh was clear in the air, and they all went to sleep.

5:43AM“The Games are almost over, and it’s time to shine boys! I say we go hunting for some Tributes.” Matt said, as the other two nodded. Grabbing their weapons they left towards the forest, ready to kill the competition.

Plotting in the forest, Sydney sashayed from between the trees and came into view. She smiled at Semhar, who was kneeling by the spring of water, and she knew the approach had to be different. There was no way she could seduce the sassy poet so she had to have a different approach, one of friendship, perhaps.

Sydney: “Hey, don’t shoot! I think there’s only seven of us left, and the guys are all aligned. We need to stick together if we want to stand a chance!” she said as fast as she could, keeping an eye on Semhar’s bow.

Semhar: “That sounds like a good plan, actually…” the poet said.

Sydney smiled relieved, and walked all the way next to the other girl, sitting by her. Knowing Semhar was not about to stab her in the back, she leaned over and drank some of the water her body craved.

“How do you know they are together?” Semhar suddenly asked.

Sydney turned to look at the other female and thought for a second.

“I was with some of the other girls when they attacked, it was brutal. I was the only one to escape” Sydney explained.

The poet nodded but didn’t say anything for a few minutes. “I think we should keep moving, but I’m SO hungry!” she complained.

“I’m hungry too…” the poet admittedm as she rubbed her legs. She was cold too, but she wasn’t about to say that as she didn’t want Sydney to think she was weak.

“You look tired…” Sydney said.

Semhar looked at the other girl and shrugged, she was exhausted but she hadn’t allowed herself to sleep in fear someone will attack her while sleeping.

“It’s late, you should rest. I’ll take the first shift, when I get really tired I’ll wake you up and you can be our vigilante. How does that sound?” Sydney smiled, a perfect, white smile, Semhar smiled back.

“It sounds perfect.” she said and without another thought the poet allowed herself to drift into sleep.

Sydney grabbed a rock and knocked the poet out to ensure she wouldn’t wake up, and afterwards, she got to work. Her sadistic plan was simple, use the training she had received from the Succubus Elyse [winner of the last Hunger Games] and open up Semhar’s stomach and fill it with rocks! It was gory, but the demon had trained her well so she knew exactly what to do. Her plan couldn’t only rely on seducing men and acting weak. Sydney Wheeler was not a one-dimensional person.
Once she had stitched the Poet up, she grabbed one of her arrows and biting down on her shirt she dug it into her arm, she screamed in pain. The effect was what she had expected, Semhar woke up startled.

“Oh geez… my stomach hurts so much…” the poet said as she held her stomach, Sydney knew she didn’t have much time so she spoke immediately, ignoring her comment.

“We are under attack, Sem! They are shooting arrows at us!” as if to confirm it, she pointed at the arrow sticking out of her arm, Semhar’s eyes widened, she reached for the bow. “It’s too dark, you won’t make the shot!” Sydney said, tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes. “Let’s swim! They will have a harder time hitting us if we are in the water!” she said, the poet nodded and grabbing onto Sydney’s hand both girls swam into the body of water.

As they made it further and further in, Sydney let go off her hand and she started feeling heavier and heavier, until the weight of the rocks was too much and she went under the surface. She tried to kick and swim upwards but for some reason she kept singing, and as she found herself drowning, she could only think of her Momma and the way she had told her to avoid water at all costs, people like her were not meant to mix with the clear substance…

Meanwhile, on the other side of the forest, Bobby Jon continued to walk through the forest and he started hearing the sounds of feet moving and chattering. It didn’t take a genius to realize a group of people were hunting for other Tributes, but he was smarter than that. Of course he was, he had been trained by the Crusher himself, what better training could he have asked for? Swiftly but silently, he started running in the opposite direction. Suddenly, he stopped, because there was a giant panda in the middle of the field just sitting there, staring at him.

“P-… panda?” the words were hard to come as he was mesmerized by the creature in front of him, the panda looked up at him and Bobby Jon could have sworn he saw it smile. Amused, he approached the animal, which didn’t move even when he was close enough to touch him, suddenly he touched the fur coat and red flags raised in his mind because he wasn’t touching fur but something that reminded him of a giant stuffed animal.

Before his eyes the panda rose to stand on its hinder legs, like a human. Bobby Jon’s eyes were wider than they had ever been as he watched the panda tower over him; before he had any time to react the creature pulled out a golden dagger and stabbed the panda-enthusiast in the chest. Bobby Jon stumbled backwards.

“Bastard…” he mumbled as he held onto the dagger and tried to stop the blood.
“It’s Mr. Bastard for you.” the panda said and this time, there was no doubt in his mind, the panda was smiling. Before he went down and his universe went black he watched as the panda removed its head and a human one sprung instead: Lex, host of the Hunger Games, was now laughing over his decayed body.

6:13AM
Sydney swam out of the lake with a grin on her face, now that Semhar was sleeping with the fish, she had an easier path to Victory. She thanked her mentor in her mind, and started walking away when the trees moved. From between them came Tom, Matt and Andrew, the last of which looked disfigured for some reason. Internally, Sydney smiled because killing three people at the same time would surely grant her some favor from the Game-Makers.

Putting her best puppy-dog eyes on, she ran towards them, ready for the performance of her life.

“Help me! Oh, please help me!” she shouted as she ran towards them. She was still aware that the arrow was sticking out from her arm, and for a moment she wished she had added a couple of others to add to the realism of her act. “I was attacked, Bobby Jon is coming! He killed Sem, I tried to escape through the spring, but he is coming. Oh God, please help me!” On cue, she started crying. She could tell by the hungry looks Matt and Andrew were giving her, that they were sold, if anything just because of her beauty. She didn’t care why, she only cared for the fact that they were falling for her trick. “He is coming, please don’t let him have me!” the tears were so real that for a second she believed it herself, and yet Tom was looking at her with a glazy look on his eyes, as if he didn’t fully believe it.

She had to work on that, clearly she had to spew more charm his way. She grabbed onto his strong shoulders and rested her head on them.

“Please Tom, please… I will do anything!” as Matt and Andrew exchange a look of pure lust.

“I’m sorry sweetie…” Tom said as he wrapped his arms around her. “…but you are barking up the wrong tree.” Then, the siren realized her crass mistake, her eyes widened and she tried to push herself off him but he had already pulled out the knife. When she finally got herself released from his grasp, she stumbled backwards. His arm shot forward in a whip-like fashion and she found herself choking on her own blood because he had just cut through her throat.

Sydney fell to her knees as she saw her whole life flash before her eyes. She had killed so many people, so many, she had done so well and now, now she was being killed because she had made one simple mistake, one slight miscalculation and now everything was black…

7:15AM
And then there were three, Tom, Andrew and Matt. The 3 strongest tributes that agreed to fight together to survive and kill everybody else. This was it. As each of them stared at Sydney's limp body, their minds were reeling with thoughts of how to do this best. How to come out on top and be the winner.

Without warning, they had their swords at each other's throat. "This is it guys, the moment we've been waiting for!" Tom said.

"Indeed, it's been fun playing with you guys but I need this more than you do." Matt said.

"You will have to try harder than that Matt, this is no charity," Andrew said. The tributes were eyeing each other not lowering their guard down, pacing and shifting like an awkward sword dance as they circle around Sydney's body. They did not take their eyes off upon their adversaries who were ready to lunge at any moment.

Amidst all the chaos that has ensued, they have forgotten about the terrors that was gonna come down at any second. They were too focused to kill each other that they didn't realize the creeping fog behind them. But Tom was keen, he saw it at the corner of his eye and he knew what it was right away. He knew he had to get away as quickly as possible. Without saying a word to the other two, he back flipped and ran to the opposite direction. Matt and Andrew were bewildered. But in their confusion the fog was already inches away and then they noticed it.

"SH*T!" Matt exclaimed as he saw the fog eating up Sydney's body. He stumbled and scrambled not paying attention to Andrew, who was already going for his throat. But what Andrew didn't know was that the fog was already engulfing him. "What the f*ck!" Andrew exclaimed, lost for words as the fog wrapped its tentacle-like wisps onto his arm and his torso. Matt's eyes widened as he realized this was not some ordinary fog. "I've got to get out of here!" Matt thought as he started clearing his mind and focusing as he ran to where Tom headed leaving behind Andrew in his shocked state.

Andrew struggled. Trying to escape the fog that has him tightly locked now. But the more he struggled the more that the fog was keeping him. And without warning, he watches in terror. as his hands disintegrate right before his eyes. Words could not escape him as he tries to struggle hoping against all hope he can survive this. But it was too late, and as the fog crept up into his eyes, all he could see now was Matt's foot as it disappeared into the wilderness and then there was darkness.

Matt was panting and breathing hard. Trying to catch his breath. Relief came upon him knowing he was just inches away from death a little earlier. But now is not the time to stop. He must find Tom. He must kill Tom. He moved forward keeping track of the footprints that Tom left behind. "Tom is getting sloppy" he thought. "But maybe he meant for me to find them. Maybe he is waiting out there for me to fall into his trap. But no, I don't think so. He seemed caught off guard during the fog attack."

It was almost 8:00 am, and it was the last hour of the Games. That last remaining hour before they crown a victor. Matt was still following the footsteps when it started to rain. "Damn! The rain will was the footprints away!" So he hurried on, trying to track the muddy footprints now as it sends him towards a clearing. And then he found Tom. He was standing there right in the middle. Sword drawn, ready to attack, waiting for Matt to make his move.

"Andrew's dead!" Matt shouted.

"Do you think I care?" Tom said as he smirked at this news. "It's just you and me now, Matt. And one of us needs to die. I'm not gonna let it be me."

"We can split the money!" Matt said. "Let me win and I will give you half of my winnings."

"Are you joking? You want me to die so you can win and then you will give me half of your winnings?" Tom said. "What am I supposed to do with the money when I'm dead!"

While they were talking back and forth, the rain was still pouring down. Hard as ever and the clearing started to get flooded until it was waist deep making it hard for them to run. And then without warning a deafening sound was heard from out of nowhere. A sound of a clock, chiming to announce it was 8:00am. As they covered their ears trying to block out the sound, it was then that they saw it. Swimming in the now chest-deep rainwater; one, two, seven figures. With fins of a shark, teeth of an alligator and bodies of a giant whale. Mutations. Those creatures that the head of the games created. Stronger, faster, and more vicious than its original form. As soon as Matt saw them, he knew what he had to do. He needs to get up a tree. Luckily for him, he was closer to the trees than Tom was so he swam and made his way to the nearest tree.

Tom was not as lucky as he was still at the center of the clearing. All 7 shark-gators were circling around him. Eerily moving waiting for him to move. Tom was struck with panic and fear not knowing what to do next. This is when he noticed the eyes of the shark-gators. They were strikingly familiar. And then it hit him. These are not gator eyes or shark eyes. It's the eyes of the tributes that he once slayed and those that died before him. 7 tribute's eyes now eyeing him. Waiting to strike. Without warning, one of the shark-gators went for it and bit his leg. Tom cried in pain but he was not ready to give up. With sword still in hand he sliced through the shark-gator that just bit him. But another was already lunging for his torso. But Tom was quick, he got out his dagger in time to strike the oncoming creature. One by one, he slayed the creatures as they were biting him from all directions. It was agony but he was victorious. He was able to slay them all, but at such grave costs. It didn't take seconds for the water around him to turn blood red. As he felt himself drifting away. He was bloody, and torn from the bite he got from the creatures. As he lay there feeling proud of what he has done, Matt was coming closer. He laid his eyes on Tom's grisly form. Unrecognizable from all the bites he had. Tom was gasping for air as he muttered his last few words to Matt. "Please...kill me..." And with one final look into his eyes Matt drew his sword and swung for Tom's head saying "With pleasure."

THE END!

[Host Brett]

I'm going to do my judging a little later!

[Rory THE CRUSHER Freeman]

I enjoyed my cameo but I DONT TALK LIKE DAT

[Ted Rogers]

Salchicha


Creativity - 10 points - Is it just a typical story? Or did you put a creative spin on it?

5- Its ok, I guess it's going with a Hunger games type theme and players all dying one by one, and some of deaths were funny but overall it was the kind of thing I seen many times before

Teamwork - 10 points - Did everyone come up with ideas and pull their weight? Or did someone come up with everything?

5- Everyone did contribute ideas, but Shawna and Chase did most of the work

Entertainment Value - 10 points - Was it boring? Or fun to read?

5- It was a little boring for me

Grammar - 10 points - Was it well written?

9- Overall pretty good, Shawna can write



Total= 24




Chorizo

Creativity - 10 points - Is it just a typical story? Or did you put a creative spin on it?

10- HAHAHA, this is what story time is all about. Sure its the same players dying one by one, but it was done in an interesting and fun way. The pictures were absolutely amazing

Teamwork - 10 points - Did everyone come up with ideas and pull their weight? Or did someone come up with everything?

10- Yes!, although Sydney was the clear leader, everyone contributed to it.. even Sekou to some extent

Entertainment Value - 10 points - Was it boring? Or fun to read?

The pictures and the funny and ironic deaths kept me interested, even Brett and Lex died via Sausage suffocation!

Grammar - 10 points - Was it well written?


10- No major errors that I saw





Total=40! Perfect!





Bayonoca



Creativity - 10 points - Is it just a typical story? Or did you put a creative spin on it?

6: Hunger Games, and nice poster to go with it!

Teamwork - 10 points - Did everyone come up with ideas and pull their weight? Or did someone come up with everything?

9: Team Work appears to be there, they had a lot of planning

Entertainment Value - 10 points - Was it boring? Or fun to read?


3 This is the problem, the dialogue is kinda bad and it just isn't that interesting to read to me. It really kind of bored me

Grammar - 10 points - Was it well written?


7- Just allright, also made it harder to read, but I have seen worse

People start gathering around the camp fire very hungry, while wondering who will be killed off next. Just then, Cochran runs over to Mick.

Cochran: "Mick you must try this steak!!! It's amazing. Savage just cooked it up"

Mick looks over to see where Savage was cooking, and saw a blood trail coming from the cookout to where Shawna died.

"No I think I’m okay" Stuttered Mick.





Total= 25

[The One and Only BOB DAWG]

Solocholo


Creativity - 10 points - Is it just a typical story? Or did you put a creative spin on it?

3 - Slasher Stories... so creative.

Teamwork - 10 points - Did everyone come up with ideas and pull their weight? Or did someone come up with everything?

6 - I mean Chase shouldered the load... but everyone posted.

Entertainment Value - 10 points - Was it boring? Or fun to read?

4 - I could easily read the other two.. this one I had to force myself to read.

Grammar - 10 points - Was it well written?

8 - I think it was good. I usually look more at the format for this since I don't have a grammered bone in my body. I like the italicized text and stuff. No awful spelling/grammar mistakes.



Total: 21



The CHURRO TRIBE

Creativity - 10 points - Is it just a typical story? Or did you put a creative spin on it?

8 - the pictures were a nice touch.. but it was sitll a slasher so no 10.

Teamwork - 10 points - Did everyone come up with ideas and pull their weight? Or did someone come up with everything?

8 - No Sekou...

Entertainment Value - 10 points - Was it boring? Or fun to read?

8 - the pictures helped and it wasn't too played out and didn't have 3 people randomly dying at once.

Grammar - 10 points - Was it well written?


8 - The colors were nice





Total=32





Bay Onka



Creativity - 10 points - Is it just a typical story? Or did you put a creative spin on it?

8 - Woo Hunger Games! Go Poster! Still A Slasher but atleast there wasn't one killer.

Teamwork - 10 points - Did everyone come up with ideas and pull their weight? Or did someone come up with everything?

10 - had the most pages!

Entertainment Value - 10 points - Was it boring? Or fun to read?


6 - kind of got confusing after a while. It got confusing who was with who.

Grammar - 10 points - Was it well written?


6 - Just not visually pleasing unfortunately since I actually kind of liked how they used the idea.



Total=32



Kind of bummed nobody refrenced me... that would of been an auto 40.

[Host Brett]

Salchicha

Creativity:
6/10 - A lot of the ideas were pretty funny though some points were bland and the overall idea has kind of been done to death

Teamwork - 7/10

Entertainment Value - 6/10 It was pretty good but I lost interest several times

Grammar - 5/10 - It didn't really flow together well and parts seemed rushed.

Chorizo

Creativity - 7/10 Slasher story is overdone, but each death was planned out perfectly

Teamwork - 10/10 Everyone seems to have been involved and worked on all aspects

Entertainment Value - 10/10 This was actually great

Grammar - 10/10 I didn't notice any awkward grammar, it flowed together, and it had pictures which make up for any minor things I didnt notice.

Bayonaca

Creativity - 10/10 Hunger Games is something new and they actually went with that theme

Teamwork - 10/10 Everyone seems to have had a hand in putting everything together

Entertainment Value - 6/10 This was kind of confusing to read as it went on, but it was really amusing at points

Grammar - 10/10 Very well written

[Boston Rob]

10/10 for the group that made sekou win. 0/10 for the ones that didint. In all categories

[Host Lex]

No extra comments because I wanna move this along! Pretty much agreed with everyone anyway. Thanks Ted and Bob




Salchicha

Creativity - 10 points - 5

Teamwork - 10 points - 5

Entertainment Value - 10 points - 6

Grammar - 10 points - 9

TOTAL = 25





Chorizo

Creativity - 10 points - 10

Teamwork - 10 points - 9

Entertainment Value - 10 points - 10

Grammar - 10 points - 9

TOTAL = 38






Bayonaca

Creativity - 10 points - 6

Teamwork - 10 points - 10

Entertainment Value - 10 points - 6

Grammar - 10 points - 9

TOTAL = 31

[Boston Rob]

Where is my thanks jerk

[The One and Only BOB DAWG]

Thanks Rob

[Boston Rob]

Nice to know SOMEONE appreciates the work I do around here

[Andrea Boehlke]

I thought Chorizo had the best story and deserved their win.