Re: Survivor: Unknown
Posted:
June 23rd, 2010, 12:29 pmby Ridder
REVIEWS OF PARTS.
Buffooner: Fishing for thoughts
I thought it was well made, actually, not alot to say other than Great.
9/10
YoshiBoo118: 2 girls, 1 NIn10mode.
Very meh, Personality wise, I can't tell who is saying what, they needs more personality.
7.7/10
Yes, I did just make that rating up. 7_7
Reward:The Spitting Image of Runouw
In writing, not very exciting, in fact, a tad drawn out.
but yeah, Runouw brings out the best of all of us, so......
8/10
KIrby's Team: I find your lack of being able to go wee-wee disturbing.
Lawl.
10/10
Re: Survivor: Unknown
Posted:
June 25th, 2010, 8:00 amby MessengerOfDreams
Doram’s Team
Doram was the only smiling face in the tribe as the sun set. He was in the fishing boat a ways out to sea, smiling at the stars showing up and then at the fishing line in the water. He was alone and finally at peace.
He gave a rare thought to the game, and laughed. He was never one to think about strategy. In fact his thought was to how Kirby’s team was doing, and he came to the conclusion that they were probably celebrating a very uniquely earned win. He wished them the best.
For Doram, it wasn’t about winning. He just wanted to enjoy the time he got off of work on this tropical island. He drilled his team a lot, but only to make sure everyone enjoyed their time there. Winning was just a little bonus at the end.
He thought to Buffooner and her crew, as he liked to think of the two men who accompanied her. They sure didn’t seem to play for fun. More for the idea of winning. He frowned just thinking about it. Not enjoying your time here, just because you have a one in 17 or so chance of winning? Doram shook his head in disapproval when his line got a small tug.
Doram wasted no time reeling the line in. He had to get a fish for the tribe. They all seemed so down. So he tugged the rod as the fish pulled away, realizing its foolish mistake. The boat budged inch by inch, ever so slowly, as the fish started to free itself from the hook.
With a sudden jerk, he yanked the fish back at least a foot and a half. The fish struggled again, but with every ounce of might in his body, Doram resisted. With a final pull of the reel, he hauled the fish in, realizing that it at least weighed 20 pounds.
He sighed, however, as he rubbed a back muscle he may or may not have pulled in the fight. Sure, he got the fish, but he didn’t enjoy getting it. He chuckled grimly as he realized that was probably how Buffooner fished.
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Back at camp, Linkdroid sat at the edge of the wooden shelter that they had set up first day. Well, not all of them. More like she, 24Murph, Doram, Aznchau, Ridder and YoshiKid69. Okay, in reality, she hadn’t done much. She liked to think of it as supervising. Something that at the bank she worked at, she got paid for.
“I can’t believe we lost.” She whined again.
“I can’t believe you fell off the first second.” Was Moy’s reply.
“Like you’ve got a lot of room to talk.” She snapped back.
“True…” he furrowed his brow as he cooked the rice a little bit more. “But I do believe I got at least 5 seconds on you.”
Linkdroid gave him the finger. Moy was happy to repay the favor with two.
Buff sensed the tension and said “Hey, Moy, Mic, want to go on a hike through the woods?” Mic immediately caught on and said “Sure.” Moy shrugged and joined them.
“Now hold on, you immature idiots.” Linkdroid said, aiming at all 3 but looking straight at Moy. “Why do you always hike the same trail every time?”
“Uhm, because we like it.” Buff responded with an eye roll.
“I’m so sure.” LD smirked. “You’re probably just finding a way to get to something we don’t wanna know about.”
Buff and Mic started the hike, but stopped a few steps away when Moy didn’t follow, and was telling LD in a low growl “What we do is none of your concern. Butt out.”
“Hey, what you do is entirely my concern.” She said, and added a lie with “Doram appointed me Jr. Leader of the camp.” Azn and YoshiKid69 exchanged a confused glance but said nothing.
“Where were we when this happened?” Moy replied, raising his voice.
“Out gallivanting in the woods, following Buffooner like satellites.”
“Hey, leave them out of it. I have half a mind to say that you just made that up so you had some sort of fake leverage over us, to run your prissy prima donna production the way you want it.”
“Oh, go cry to your girlfriend over there about it.” She spat at him.
Moy balled his fists and said “I swear to God, if you weren’t a woman-“
Buff held his arms back and said “Calm down, Moy, it’s not worth it.”
Moy sighed and started to walk down the trail, Buff and Mic following the way.
“That’s it!” Linkdroid screeched. “I’m leaving, the first chance I get! You’ll be sorry you didn’t appreciate me! And all of you can blame Moy for it!”
“Fine, we’ll vote you off.” Moy shouted back. “And I won’t regret a thing!”
Doram came to shore on his boat and said “Guess what I’ve got!”
“Not. Now.” Linkdroid said, retiring as much as she could into the shelter.
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The next morning, everyone woke up back at camp. Moy, Buff and Mic enjoyed their hike thoroughly, but came back to a tense campfire. Doram was desperately trying to get a conversation going, but no one was interested, they just ate his hard-earned fish without a second thought and left.
Moy felt something on his forehead. He reached up to find a note and read it, wondering where paper came from but not caring.
It read
To all you jerks at camp
Ha! If you’re reading this
Then I have left
And you can’t do anything about it.
I took the fishing boat and started to leave,
And 24murph came with me.
Not telling you why. Guess it’s just the Detroit bond.
Now you can all blame Moy for sending me home
All he had to do was just listen to me
But too bad. Haha Moy. You suck, you immature piece of crap.
Sincerely,
Linkdroid.
“That little…” he muttered. “She took the boat!” He then proceeded to wake the person closest to him.
“You…” he said to YoshiKid69… “Whatever your name is! Linkdroid and 24 stole our boat and left the island!”
YK rolled his eyes and added “Jeez, I wonder why she did that.”
Moy growled, grabbed YoshiKid by the collar, pulled him up and said “Look, her stupid decisions-“
“Their Stupid Decisions.” Corrected YK nervously
“Whatever. What I’m saying is that she decided to do this. Not me. So the next person who blames me, I have half a mind to knock halfway across the island.”
Buffooner woke up and said “Well, good morning, Moy.”
“Good morning Buff.” He said grimly.
She looked around and said “Where’d 24 and LD go?”then grinning, turning to Moy and saying “You wouldn’t have anything to do with their disappearance, would you?”
YoshiKid smirked and looked at Moy, who ignored him and responded with “No, actually. They left me a note.”
Buff read the note and said, “Well, she’s a sneaky little witch. Totally immature, too.”
Moy nodded. “I don’t know what 24murph was thinking, though.”
Buff nodded. “I’m going to take this note to Doram. He’ll know what to do.”
5 minutes later, Doram finished reading the note, sighed and said “I know this is entirely selfish, but I really liked that boat.”
Moy chuckled a little, trying to keep it secret from Doram but failing.
“But that’s not to downplay the loss of two tribe members.” He added with a sideways glance to Moy. “That was an extremely stupid move.”
“And selfish.” Moy added.
“Not to mention immature.” Buff added.
Doram gave them both an odd look and said “Your point has been made many times already. Nevertheless, we are short two tribe members and we’re gonna have to make up for that loss to get our chores done.”
Moy scowled towards the ocean. “Whatever it takes.” He said, walking away, but not explaining himself.
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Kirby’s tribe
Kimonio woke with a start when Fourinone tapped on his head. “Wakey-wakey.” She said, giggling.
Kim groaned, got up and stretched, nearly punching Foru in the face in the process. Four ducked and laughed again.
“So, why on earth,” Kim asked with mock condescending “Would you dare wake me up this early?”
“Uhm, cause it’s been light for about 2 hours now.” Four replied with yet another laugh.
Kim lifted an eyebrow and said “Boy, you comedians laugh a lot.”
Four’s response to that was yet another laugh. “Yeah, we do, don’t we? Now come on, get some rice and get ready.”
“Get ready?” Kim asked, groggily.
“Yeah, Kim. You and I are going to go over to Doram’s camp and raid them, remember?”
Kim smiled and said “Oh, yeah! I can’t wait! I have the bestest secret idea that I want someone to see!”
He and Four walked over to the rice bowl and she said “Well, can’t wait to see it!”
After they ate, almost right on time, the boat came up, Runouw standing on board. “Well, which two of you twerps are going to raid the other team’s island today?”
Four and Kim started to run over to the boat like kids to an ice cream store. “Well, god, kids, don’t crap yourselves,” Runouw muttered. “I’ll have these idjits back to you shortly, mostly for my benefit.”
“Take your time.” Nin10mode snapped.
“In that case,” Runouw replied, “Full speed ahead, Captain!”
And thus the boat was off.
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Exile Island
Ridder woke up, cold and alone, on Exile Island. For the first time, he took off his hood. “Cold and Alone.” He said, invigorated. “Just the way I like it.” He looked around to study his surroundings, most of which he never really noticed the first day. There was a large rock shaped like a banana to his north, a miniature forest to his east, a beach to his west, and behind him, to his south, a lookout tower.
“Hmm… Intriguing,” he said to himself, his favorite conversation partner. “What could a lookout tower be doing on a deserted island?” He shook his head and said “Sounds like Reality TV, courtesy of Runouw.”
He hiked up the rocks conveniently set like stairs up to the lookout tower, and as he got to the top, he realized how small the island actually was. Probably a square mile, at best. He looked in the lookout tower to see a mailbox-type thing.
He opened said mailbox to find a piece of paper with a half-baked Papyrus Font print on it. It read
Dear Islander
If you have found this paper, congratulations! You have the one and only clue to the immunity idol on this island. Look for an oddly shaped rock, and on the tip you shall find it.
Obvious clue, I know. The task for this clue is not brains, but brawn.
Ridder smiled and started down the stairs. Looking toward the banana-shaped rock, he started the climb.
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The Raid
Kimonio looked over the side of the boat, thinking. He was a janitor, so a million dollars would be nice. His idea to get that? To Be himself. Be the guy that everyone laughed with. The guy everyone liked.
Last night he might have taken that a bit too far, especially after Nin10mode got him in his family jewels.
Four tapped him on the shoulder and said “Hey, what you doing?”
He grinned and said “Trying to look like a philosophical god.”
Four chuckled and said “Hey, want to talk strategy?”
“Sure.” He said, grinning.
“No matter whether or not you join, you have to promise not to tell anyone anything , all right?” Four asked. “I see you as an honest guy, so this should be easy for you.”
Kim nodded.
Four took a deep breath and said, “Well, I have an alliance. With Blablob and Avo from our team, and Ridder from the other team.”
“Whoa. How’d you do that?” Kim asked, intrigued.
“Long hikes, longer meetings.” She replied. “Here’s our plan. We get you and Kirby on our side, then we overpower Nin10mode, Yoshi Boo and Niklaw. Ridder gets an alliance together, they overpower Buffooner, Mic and Messenger. Then, all alliances other than us are gone. And I’ll tell you what, You, me, Ridder and Azn will be the final four.”
“That’s cool and all…” Kimonio asked, “But what about Kirby?”
“Oh yeah,” she said thoughtfully. “I forgot that there was a final 5. Perfect room for Kirby, too!”
Kimonio nodded nervously. “I’m in.”
Four giggled and hugged Kim. “Awesome, Kim!”
Kim grinned and said “I just gotta talk to Kirby. I’m sure he’ll be in, he usually is agreeable.”
Four nodded, releasing him and saying “Look, we’re here!”
As the boat docked to shore, Kimonio and Fourinone ran onto the island, looking around them. The tribe was sitting there, looking pleased with themselves.
“Aw, you twerps take the fun out of everything,” Four grumbled, “Hiding all your stuff like that.”
At the same moment, Ridder pulled in, hiding the immunity idol in his hood. He spotted Fourinone, and then suddenly pulled it out of his hood and into plain sight. The tribe gasped as they saw it.
Four and Ridder exchanged a knowing glance, as best as they could through Ridder’s hood. She walked over and said “I raid this.”
Ridder shrugged and sat over with his tribe, all of whom gave him odd looks.
Kimonio grinned, walked up to Doram, grabbed his wrist and said “Come along now, Doram. I raid you.”
Moy leapt to his feet and said “You can’t do that!”
Runouw looked up from the boat and shouted “They sure can, Moy! They could even uproot a tree and take it if they wanted to!”
Moy growled at the fact that the tribe lost three members in one day. “Doram, you gonna be Okay?”
“Okay?” Doram chuckled. “It oughta be a little more relaxing there.”
“You’re totally okay with this?” Buff gasped.
“Hey, maybe they’ll appreciate my work there.” He said with the condescending attitude of an old man.
Moy turned away from him and said “Well, this sucks.” As the boat drove away.
