(Continued from last segment which can be found here viewtopic.php?f=27&t=6141&start=10#p57355 )
Runouw yanked Superyoshi up with a snicker and said “Look at that. That little Emo kid has more balls than you. Get in the boat, you loser.” Everyone gasped as Superyoshi was thrown in the boat. Runouw ignored their looks of contempt and said “Well, you guys, it’s a 5 mile hike each way to the camp. You enjoy it. Oh, look, the storm’s heading this way. Better go back to the sweet chalet I have set up on the other side of this place. See ya on the reward challenge!” He waved at them as he himself got back on the boat.
When he was safely out of earshot, Brando muttered “What a tool.”
Everyone nodded in agreement as they split paths.
(Red (Doram's) Team)
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Doram pointed out the camp at the end of the shore where it broke off into the trees and forest. He set his bag down and said “Well, let’s get started on gathering some camp-building material around.”
“Like what?” Linkdroid asked testily, still peeved about having no phone.
Doram turned to her. “Where are you from?”
“Detroit.” She replied.
“That explains a lot.” Doram sighed, walking over to a box of supplies. “Look, we have a machete, rice, and a-“
“Rice?” Aznchau asked. “I love me some rice.”
Mic chuckled. “I figured as much, Rice Farmer.”
“Rice Farmer?” Azn chuckled. “Never gets old from age.”
Doram cleared his throat in an interrupting matter. “And we have a map… I wonder what it’s for…”
“I can read maps.” Moy spoke up. “Quite well, in fact.”
Doram handed it to him. “The greatest in the wilderness have no need for maps. You keep it. Burn it in the fire for all I care.”
Moy gasped to himself upon reading it, tapped Mic and Buff on the shoulders and they snuck off into the forest.
“What’s up, Moy?” Mic asked.
“Doram just gave me the map to a hidden immunity idol. If we have this, no one votes us out.” Moy hissed. “Now follow me. And quietly, too. We don’t want anyone, least of all Doram to catch on to us.
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Nin10mode was sweating profusely, half from the long hike in the rain, which for some reason made him sweat, and half from the nerves left over from nearly being eliminated. Yoshi Boo gave him a slap on the back for support, mostly thinking that he was just tired, but in reality, Nin10mode didn’t want to be voted off first, and the idea scared him.
He was the first to set his stuff down and collapse into the sand, exhausted. Yoshi Boo plopped her stuff next to his. “Tired much?”
He nodded. “But, first things first. Time to set up camp.” He leapt up and started toward the box. “Hmm… There’s a machete, rice and a map.” He said. “Anyone good with maps?”
Four raised her hand. “I am.” She lied. She just wanted to keep something that could give her an advantage. Nin10mode tossed her the map and continued. “Anyway, I’ll get to work on cooking us some rice and building us a shelter for tonight. Sound good?”
Everyone nodded except Brando. Nin10mode ignored him. “OK, then.”
Everyone went to unpack their stuff except Yoshi Boo, who walked over to the rice. “Here, man.” She grinned. “You’re building a freaking shelter. I’m gonna get the rice.”
Nin10mode was uncertain. “You sure?”
“Course I’m sure.” She replied, punching him in the arm. “You’re already doing enough, man. You’re exhausted, and building a shelter. Now hop to it, mate.”
He smiled and started on it, finding a niche in the tribe.
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“Ow! I hate these loose branches!”
“We must have walked a mile!”
“Guys, we haven’t gone that far. Surely you hike more than this.”
“You better not be getting us lost. Then Rescue’s gonna have to find our corpses.”
“Hey, lighten up, Buff. In fact, I see it. On the tree, right there.”
Moy extracted the Immunity Idol, shaped like a sheep, from the tree branch. It was about the size of his palm and could fit in his pocket, which is where we put it.
“All right, guys. If for some reason anyone wants to vote for us, then we play this before the vote. Then we are safe. Got it?”
They both nodded at Moy.
“And while we’re out here, I had another way we could spend our time, with a little bit of luxury.”
Mic and Buff looked uneasy until Moy got his backpack out, and opened it. Inside it was a large thing of batteries, an old Game boy advance, a stereo, a laptop and 3 bags of chips.
“Smuggled Stuff. We just hang out here along the same path and play video games, type, eat chips, and listen to music. Sound fun?”
“While I do spot several holes in this plot I do say that it is way better than spending it eating rice and hacking branches. What do we do with the stuff when we aren’t using it?” Buff asked.
Moy dug a hole in the ground, put the stuff in it, a chip bag below and on top of the electronics, and put a palm leaf over it. “There! Now it’s hidden.”
Mic grinned. “All right, this will be a bit more bearable.”
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