Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama.

Note: Sorry for the wait, but I have a good reason. I had my sixth form finals and I needed to study. For those who are curious, sixth form is the British equivalent of college (we do have college but it's a choice between that and 6th form). Anyway, this episode is going to be three parts long; if parts two and three were combined it would simply take way too long to write. Anyway, enjoy!

As 'camp' as David Walliams!

(Wacky Weasels)

The Wacky Weasels were walking through the woods towards their camp site; Quadesh had taken the lead and was holding the map while the rest of the team followed behind her. Walking alongside Quadesh were Mist, Tilly and Harvey … though every once in a while Harvey tripped over and had to quickly try and catch up.

"So Quadesh, when do you think we'll be there?" Asked Tilly.

"Hopefully sooner rather than later." Replied Quadesh. "I've not been on the winning team a single time so far; I think immunity would be a nice change of pace."

"We can only hope." Nodded Tilly. "I admit however that I'm not very good at outdoor survival; I'm much more of a city girl."

"I like the forest." Said Mist quietly. "I often go there to be by myself and meditate; it really soothes me. Funnily enough I get nightmares less often when I sleep in my tree house."

"I didn't take you for a nature girl." Noted Harvey. "Are you some kind of druid?"

"Wiccan actually." Replied Mist. "It's a sort of family thing … you don't mind right? Only that it's not a very common faith."

"Rarity is best pony and this is a rarity." Chuckled Harvey.

Mist giggled while Quadesh rolled her eyes with a small smile and Tilly remained passive.

"So, what's it like being a Wiccan?" Asked Quadesh curiously. "I don't really care much for faith, but politicians need to know a lot about all kinds of lifestyles to make managing the population easier."

"It's not really that much different from your lifestyle; I just have a lot of 'new age' stuff and I have a crystal collection." Replied Mist. "Nature is important to me as are animals, but I don't force my faith on anyone. I love reading the Wiccan spell books; they're really fascinating."

"So ... it's kinda like witchcraft?" Guessed Harvey.

"Pretty much; but it's not evil as history would have you believe ... unless you think that in which case it's not my right to correct you." Added Mist quickly.

"Why are you so nervous? You seem a bit jumpy." Noted Harvey.

"Yeah, are you shy?" Asked Tilly.

"... Let's just say I'm a bit of a Fluttershy ... to put it mildly." Replied Mist. "So, what are we gonna do when we get to camp? We'll need to get everyone doing a job ... somebody will have to get the firewood.

"I'll will." Offered Tilly.

"Me too." Added Harvey. "There's strength in numbers-WAH!"

Harvey tripped over and fell flat on his face; Mist helped him to his feet while Quadesh shook her head.

"You might want to get your clumsiness under control; it could make you be seen as a hindrance ... just giving you a warning." Stated Quadesh.

(Confessional: A Wiccan given their nose a pickin' ... yeah, not the best rhyme ever.)

Quadesh: I'm gonna take control of Mist and win this game ... but that's no reason I can't treat her with respect. Politicians are supposed to treat people with respect; sure, they will be under me one day, but it never hurts to be nice to those on your side, not just to keep them loyal but to make a meaningful connection. Besides, I do owe her for that delightful tea she gave me.

Harvey: I am indeed clumsy, and that could be a problem ... but maybe it could work to my advantage? Eh, no need for strategy; it's boring. A camp out in the woods sounds like a lot of fun; we can sing songs, roast marshmallows, tell stories and watch the stars. Maybe I could score some points with Tilly if I do a good job around camp. I wonder how Charles is doing on the other team; the rest of my alliance is there.

Mist: Harvey is really nice; a lot of the team is actually. It's nice that Quadesh isn't so angry anymore, anger isn't good for anyone. Immunity would definitely be a good thing for all of us, especially her; I'll have to try extra hard. (Mist crosses her legs). It's nice that they were all interested in my Wiccan lifestyle; you might have guessed it, but my name is kind of to do with my upbringing. Not all the family is Wiccan though; just my closest relatives. My cousin Raven and her parents aren't for example.

Betilla, Edith, Ivy and Joanne were walking along being those at the front of the group. Betilla scowled back at Xadrian every now and then while Edith and Ivy were in a quiet conversation. Joanne meanwhile was thinking to herself.

"Ok, Zanna is my closest ally and she isn't here; Tilly however is here, but I can't strategize with her while Quadesh is here ... I need to get some more allys, or at least make some deals for today in case we lose. I'd love to vote out Quadesh, but Xadrian will likely be going if we lose ... but I don't know that for certain. Maybe I should just follow the majority? Casting a stray vote would be pointless and make me look stupid." Thought Joanne strategically to herself. "Maybe I should make some connections?"

Joanne glanced at Edith and Ivy and decided to listen to their conversation.

"So who do you think I'll get a date with?" Asked Ivy. "I hope it's someone both hot and sweet ... blind dates are so suspenseful! I really owe you for this Edith; you're a great friend."

"My pleasure." Smiled Edith. "You're my best friend here so it's my job to help you out; by the way, you might want to practise kissing on your arm for the date; you might get a kiss from the boy."

"Here's hoping!" Giggled Ivy.

"Hey girls, what are you talking about?" Asked Joanne. "Is this about Ivy's upcoming date?"

"Sure is." Nodded Ivy. "Hopefully this will get me back to my normal self; after all, you're never too young for a relationship ... or simply a one-off date."

"A good point; I hope it goes well for you." Smiled Joanne. "I think you three are lucky."

"Why?" Asked Edith.

"You're all allied and will have an impact at the ceremony; if it's alright with you ... I could join you for tonight's vote if we lose the challenge." Offered Joanne. "I doubt I'd be voted out, but you never know."

"Sure, you can if you want." Nodded Ivy. "But we're all gonna put our best efforts into the challenge, so hopefully we won't lose."

"Yeah, I haven't been on the winning team once yet." Added Betilla. "And yet Xadrian hasn't been up for elimination at all ... it's an INJUSTICE!"

"We'll vote him off if we lose." Assured Edith. "But you shouldn't get so worked up; we've got a fun camp out ahead of us; I've never been camping before, so it'll be a fun experience. Maybe we could have some nice hot shmoes."

"... They're called smores Edith." Giggled Ivy.

"You have a lot to learn about camping." Chuckled Betilla. "I wonder how Gilda is doing by herself ... I don't think she's spoken a word today;' she was silent at breakfast."

"You know how Gilda is; she changes 'characters' everyday; maybe she's playing the role of a mute?" Guessed Edith.

"What's your alliance name?" Asked Joanne curiously. "All alliances need a name ... I'm still trying to think of a name for mine."

"We're the CPN's." Said Ivy.

Joanne was silent for a moment before nodding.

"Cool name." Noted Joanne.

(Confessional: Joanne's onto them.)

Joanne: It could be a coincidence ... but CPN means Complex Personality Negative in Edgic terms. Are they masterminding the game? The last thing I need is to be pagonged by the new Tagi alliance. I might need to keep an eye on them ... and stay on their good side. Then again, maybe I'm just over thinking things ... but you can never over think strategy.

Edith: I'm willing to help out making camp any way I can ... except lighting the fire; I'm kinda afraid of fire to be honest, I came close to being badly burnt when I was in kindergarten.

Ivy: The walk was quite enjoyable; just a nice hike with friends, very enjoyable. The girls here are awesome! ... I mean that platonically of course. I'm just so excited for my date, and I have Edith to thank for it.

Betilla: (She's holding a carrot). This is what will happen to Xadrian's chances of winning tonight. (Betilla takes a big bite out of the carrot).

Donald, Xadrian and Yoko were at the back of the pack. Xadrian was walking along silently and watching the clouds while Donald and Yoko were walking to each other.

"Thanks for saving me from that Sloppy Joe monstrosity yesterday." Said Donald gratefully. "I personally don't know how that thing is alive, or why it attacks me ... but thanks."

"You're welcome." Smiled Yoko. "I've noticed that you tend to get yourself into painful situations quite often."

"Yeah, the universe is against me." Sighed Donald. "I'm fully expecting to end up medivacked."

"... What does medivacked mean?" Asked Yoko curiously.

"It means to be taken out of the game due to injury or medical reasons." Explained Donald. "But as a member of the Youngblood line I shall not let fate defeat me."

"Well good luck. Say, why did you try and use that gun thing yesterday? Grandmaster Feng says that guns are a really bad thing." Frowned Yoko.

"It was just a tranquiliser gun; all it does is fire darts that contain liquid which put people to sleep for a while. It's not like it hurts them." Assured Donald. "I may want to win, but I'm not going to hurt anyone."

"... That still leaves a lot of room for loopholes." Noted Yoko.

"That's what this game is all about." Replied Donald. "You know why Heather got far last time? Because she played a strong game and wasn't afraid to make moves. She lost due to a loophole in the rules."

"Can't everyone be nice?" Asked Yoko hopefully.

"I wish it was like that, but you're far from your monastery now Yoko; some people aren't very nice ... quite the opposite in fact. In reality TV you can be really nice, but you also have to be really mean if that is necessary to survive elimination. I'm aiming for a single digit rank."

"You've got a long way to go then." Noted Yoko.

"I'm up for the challenge." Stated Donald. "So ... you ever heard of video games?"

"Not really; what are they?" Asked Yoko.

"If you vote with me tonight I'll be more than happy to show you." Assured Donald. "If you want I could teach you about the finer things in the world such as Downton Abbey, fine dining, Equestrian, theatre, ballroom dancing and waffles."

"Y'r l'cky." Said Xadrian enviously. "Ah w'd do anythin' ta live y'r life o' lux'ry f'r j'st one day."

"Even the bad luck?" Asked Donald.

"St'll bett'r th'n livin' in'a trail'r n' eatin' pigeons f'r breakf'st." Shrugged Xadrian.

"Better pigeons than rats." Said Donald.

"Ah guess so." Muttered Xadrian.

"Why do you talk like that? I've noticed you tend to leave letters out of your words, mostly vowels." Noted Yoko.

"Ah dunno, its j'st the way ah speak; mah pappy t'lks like th's so ah prob'ly j'st pick'd it up fr'm h'm." Stated Xadrian. "How're ya finding the hike?"

"Tiring." Admitted Donald.

"No probl'm, if ya want ah c'd get'cha a snack, how does a bird on'na st'ck sound?" Offered Xadrian.

"No thank you." Declined Yoko politely.

"Ditto." Agreed Donald.

(Confessional: Was that a Pokémon reference?)

Yoko: Hmm, Donald's offer to teach me about the outside world sounds pretty good. But I do have to make that idol for Kelly first. I wonder if Donald could help me find my real parents; he did say his family is very rich.

Donald: I think it might be best to vote Xadrian out; I don't want to put the animals in danger. And having Yoko as an ally will indeed be useful; I help her, she helps me ... except in reverse order. If she's anything like the monks in the Karate Kid remake I want her on my side.

Xadrian: M'ybe they're vegetari'ns or somethin'?

(Freaky Ferrets)

Alfie was leading his team through the forest; his manliness may have been highly debatable but he was capable of leading a group without showing any signs of tiring. Penta, Kelly and Ned were walking close to him.

"This is a great manly challenge; nothing is manlier than pitting yourself against the elements … accept one thing, but you guys won't know what it is." Grinned Alfie.

"You?" Guessed Ned flatly.

"Correct; I'm so manly that I make people smarter if they breathe the same air I do." Bragged Alfie.

"Too bad you don't breathe that same air." Muttered Penta.

"Yep, I'm so manly that I breathe pure oxygen, none of that wussy nitrogen." Nodded Alfie. "You know guys … you know what would make this challenge even better?"

"Silence?" Suggested Kelly. "My sister Koral says that silence is golden."

"Nope … wedgies." Grinned Alfie. "It takes a real man to wedgie somebody so hard they get suspended off the ground; any of you guys care to join me?"

"No thank you, I'm morally opposed to bullying people." Frowned Kelly.

"It isn't bullying, I'm not shoving them into lockers or hitting them." Assured Alfie. "I'm just showing how manly I am."

"How is giving somebody a wedgie manly?" Asked Ned.

"Like this." Said Alfie cheerfully as he attempted to wedgie Ned, though Penta had grabbed his arms and stopped him.

"Don't do that." Frowned Penta. "Picking on those weaker than you is not manly, if anything it's … unmanly. The manly thing to do would be to protect the victims."

"I'm hungry for steak." Said Alfie as though he hadn't heard Penta. "Alfie hears that it comes from trees; can one of you guys get Alfie a steak?"

"No; I have to work hard if I want something, why should you get a free pass when you do nothing? It'd be an injustice." Frowned Kelly. "Besides, steak doesn't come from trees. You're thinking of the wooden stakes that kill vampires."

"But … I'm manly! Manly men rule, womanly wimps drool!" Exclaimed Alfie.

"I won't treat you like a god; if I treated you like that I'd need to treat somebody else badly to balance it out and I don't want to do that. Nope, everyone is equal in my eyes." Stated Ned.

"Eh, you're not manly so it hardly matters to a manly man like me because I'm manly." Shrugged Alfie before grinning at Penta. "You on the other hand are very manly and machotastic."

"Is that even a word?" Asked Penta. "But thanks for the compliment."

"Who said it was a compliment? Well … it was, but you've got a long way before you can get to my level of manliness. You must pass the trials first."

"Dare I ask what the trials are?" Inquired Kelly.

"There the Trial of Thorns where you must crawl through a bush of brambles naked. The Trial of Whacks where you must whack your funny bone full force on a hard object. The trial of Vomit where you must eat a jar of olives. The Trial of the Cow, where you must eat ten pounds of beef in an hour. And let us not forget The Trial of Pain where you must let five people kick you in the crotch one after another. I passed all of them, pretty manly huh?"

"That's insane! Were you alright?" Asked Penta in concern.

"Duh; I'm not a girl." Shrugged Alfie as he strutted ahead.

Kelly, Ned and Penta exchanged a glance.

"I propose we vote him of if we lose." Suggested Kelly. "He needs a wakeup call. If I acted anywhere close to how he did my sister Kala would thrash me with her slipper!"

"Agreed, I think it would be best he gets a wakeup call." Nodded Penta. "You in Ned?"

"I don't take sides … but this is one situation where I must agree." Nodded Ned in confirmation.

(Confessional: Oh great, he's talking in the third person…)

Alfie: Trust me when I say the Trials are not for weak people; only the manliest men can complete them and become a real man. To bleed is to be strong, to feel pain is to be manly! Ba-boom!

Ned: Suddenly I feel quite safe even if we lose.

Penta: I want Alfie to go, or at least tone his ego down a bit. On one hand he's annoying and a bit of a jerk … but then again, he is pretty strong so he'd be good for a physical challenge. (Penta sighs and changes the subject). Kelly's sisters sound interesting; maybe I could ask her about them later. I've always wanted a sibling, but mum says she can't have any more children … is she not allowed to or something?

Kelly: It's sad, but I know from experience some people get by while not having to do anything. Is it fair? No. Can I do anything about it? Also no. At least when I'm upset my sisters hug me, but they're not here now. I'm kinda independent, but I still like having people I trust nearby.

Charles, Ricky Ub and Zanna were walking a bit behind the front four and were having a pleasant conversation with each other. Well, Ub was staying silent while the other three spoke.

"I've never been camping before; I have a number of allergies that I don't want to get set off. I wonder what I've been missing." Pondered Charles. "I just hope the mozzies won't bite me."

"Mozzies?" Blinked Ricky.

"Mosquito's, it's just a sort of fun name I have for them." Explained Charles. "So Zanna, you like to fish so I assume that you've gone camping before … any advice to give a newbie camper like me?"

"There are three main rules of camping." Nodded Zanna without looking up from her phone. "First rule, always stay on the trail. Second rule, always stay together. And third rule…"

Zanna was silent for a moment for dramatic reasons.

"… He who has gas, please travel at the back." Giggled Zanna cheerfully.

"I think I can obey those rules." Nodded Charles. "And Sampson is at the back anyway. So, when we get to the camp, think you can catch us some fish? We're gonna have to hunt for our dinner after all."

"Sure thing." Nodded Zanna while still not glancing up from her phone.

"How come you can see where you are going when you don't look up at all?" Inquired Ricky. "I'd have thought you'd have bumped into something by now."

"I've got really good peripheral vision." Explained Zanna. "Hey Ub, watch out, you're walking towards a mud muddle."

"Thank you Zanna." Nodded Ub as he managed to step over the puddle. "Having two kinds of vision sounds nice; I hear double twenty vision is the best; I myself have double zero. Then again, you can't have everything. I hope you'll forgive me for this, but I'm not sure how good I will be at setting up camp; setting up a tent requires vision after all."

"That's fine, I'm sure we can manage." Assured Charles.

"Hey Ub; since you can't see and thus aren't good at challenges that seriously require vision or accuracy … what sort of challenges do you think you can excel at? Just curious." Inquired Ricky.

"I think I'd be good at an academic challenge or something involving blindfolds." Replied Ub. "And speaking of challenges, we need to think about who we're going to vote for if we lose. I suggest we vote for somebody strong who could be a threat if they were on an opposing team … maybe Penta?"

"But Penta is nice." Frowned Ricky. "Wouldn't it make more sense to vote out somebody mean so that they cannot do anything later?"

"If you mean Otis then I must say no; he is no threat, he has no game plan and is quit erratic from what I've heard." Stated Ub.

"He said that he had the Chris Idol." Added Charles.

"… Did he?" Blinked Ub. "Hmm … that's not what I expected to hear. I guess we must either get him to play the idol and then split the votes, or get him on our side."

"How many people are in your alliance?" Asked Zanna curiously.

"Myself, Charles, Alfie, Harvey and Ricky." Relied Ub. "And if you like I could easily make a space for you as well."

"Really? Why do you need me?" Asked Zanna.

"The better question is why would we not need you." Said Charles with a rather dorky wink.

"But … I'm allied with Joanne already." Admitted Zanna.

"I can get her in as well; she did say no when I asked her previously, but I'm sure she can be gently persuaded." Stated Ub.

"I wonder how Harvey is doing on the other team." Pondered Charles. "He hasn't got any allies."

"And yet we have four, possible five, votes in our favour." Mused Ub. "Maybe we should throw the challenge … but that might be unsporting."

"I agree, I don't want to throw a challenge and I doubt anyone else does either." Nodded Ricky.

"Exactly; Joanne said it's one of the worst ideas ever and that people who throw challenges tend to earn the ire of other contestants and the fan base." Nodded Zanna. "Anyway … I think I'll join you."

"Glad to have you on board." Grinned Charles.

"If we win then we'll be fine and we'll be safe if we lose; things are looking up." Said Ricky cheerfully.

(Confessional: Looks like we have some happy campers.)

Charles: Juliet, Juliet, for where art thou Juliet? The answer is in the alliance! Looks like Zanna will be sticking around and we'll be working together. Maybe me and Ricky could get her in the final three with us … but would we have to vote her out then? Hmm. Well, I think we're got a clear path for the next few days; hopefully I won't be anything nerdy or dorky and look uncool.

Zanna: I think my skill at fishing might be very helpful in future challenges; maybe it's why they allied with me? That or they want to be friends, and if so then that's lovely. Daddy did always call me his little social butterfly.

Ub: Zanna is just a number to me. Sure she sounds nice, but I need her for one reason and one reason only; her idol, nothing more and nothing less. If she can use her idol to my advantage I won't need her anymore, and Charles will get distracted if Zanna is nearby … so I might have to cut Zanna sooner rather than later. This will make Charles more dependent on me and Joanne will have no choice but to stay loyal. This game truly is very easy; no offense to the others … but they are kinda gullible and act like lemmings.

Gilda, Larry, Otis and Sampson were walking at the back of the pack; Sampson looked annoyed at having to walk for so long while Larry had his hands in his pockets and gazed up at the clouds. Otis meanwhile was holding up two sticks and seemed to be sizing them up. As for Gilda, she was listening to music on an IPod and didn't seem to be paying much attention to anything else.

"This walk is quite nice; I don't get out to the forest much; usually I'm inside playing Xbox … guess I misjudged nature." Mused Larry.

"I on the other hand really dislike nature, especially the hiking aspect of it. I would much rather just lie down and sleep." Frowned Sampson. "Are we there yet?"

"You didn't have to come with us; since you're just a plant you could have stayed back at camp. It would have been better for both you and me." Replied Larry.

"I had to accompany you; it's part of the contract." Stated Sampson. "I wouldn't have come if I didn't have to. This is way too much effort for me; I'd much rather stay at camp and sing into the intercom to annoy you guys."

"Well screw you too." Frowned Larry.

"Trust me when I say it isn't you I hate, it's just that I hate putting effort into anything. I do dislike some of you guys, but for the most part it's not seething hatred … that only applies to Otis." Stated Sampson.

"You rang?" Said Otis while still looking at the sticks.

"I was just telling Larry that I don't like you." Said Sampson.

"Well I don't like you either Sammy-boy." Replied Otis. "You're a big lazy bones; and I don't see the logic in a guy like you who hates physical activity willingly coming to this show as a plant where you know full well there will be physical activity. You hiding something? … Like the fact you have a sweating fetish?"

"You're just … I just don't get you." Muttered Sampson.

"W.Y.S.I.W.Y.G. What you see is what you get; I don't keep any secrets, I'm as open as something that isn't closed. Besides, what is there to get? When you try and make sense of something it only makes that thing less fun; order and understanding are so boring." Shrugged Otis.

"And ironic ally enough that makes sense." Noted Larry. "Also … why are you holding those sticks?"

"I'm trying to see which one would be a good motivator." Replied Otis.

"Motivator?" Repeated Larry.

"Yeah, I want to motivate Sampson to move faster." Nodded Otis.

"… What?" Blinked Sampson.

"Yep, if you don't put effort into things … that's a paddlin'." Cackled Otis. "I called it Mr. Happystick since it'll make people happy to see you put effort into things … and it's a stick."

"You wouldn't dare." Frowned Sampson.

"Wouldn't I Sammy-boy?" Asked Otis with a wry grin.

Sampson glared at Otis before starting to move faster and quickly get some distance between him and the Skullduggery. Larry glanced at Otis and gave him a nod.

"Good job; keep doing that and he might start putting effort into things … but aren't you worried about him spreading the word that you were going to hit him with a stick?" Asked Larry.

"Nope; nobody will care due to Sammy-boy's reputation. Besides, if they find out I've got the loadiest load to ever load to actually put effort into something I'll just get praised; it's win-win." Replied Otis.

"Well … I won't stop you; that noob deserved it." Grinned Larry.

(Confessional: That Noob has got moobs!)

Sampson: Is Otis onto me? Or is he just being crazy? I'd say the latter. Eh, I can't be bothered to come up with a plan to get rid of him if we lose, so I'll just vote with the majority.

Larry: Maybe with the help of Otis and 'Mr. Happystick' Sampson might start putting effort into things; it'd make it less of a disadvantage if I end up on a team with him again. Is it right of me to dislike someone after knowing them for less than a week? … I'd say so; he hasn't given me reason to think differently.

Otis: I'm pretty sure Sampson's twist thing is a load of baloney. It doesn't add up; he hates physical work so why come here when he'll have to do what he hates? He never agrees with us so why would he agree to come here? … But I'll keep this suspicion secret for a while, I want to make this as mayhem filled and crazy as possible! It's true, playing dumb is quite smart … irony!

(Wacky Weasels)

The Wacky Weasels arrived at their camp site; they had been walking for a while and a number of them were feeling tired from the long trek. They set down their camping bags and looked amongst each other.

"Ok guys … what do we go now?" Asked Yoko.

"We need to set up camp; that includes getting the tents put up, starting a fire and getting some food." Stated Donald. "We'll need to split into groups based on who would be best for each job."

"I'll get the food; I know exactly which forest fruits are safe to eat. I'll get a feast of fruit." Saluted Betilla.

"An' ah'll g't us'a nice bit'ta meat ta eat." Added Xadrian. "Mah pappy taught me how ta h'nt so w'll be well fed t'night."

"We don't need meat! Meat is evil!" Yelled Betilla.

"W'll summa us might w'nt somethin' a b't m'r fillin' th'n fruit. Ah'm just makin' th'ngs easier f'r the r'st of you. 'Sides, animals eat meat so why c'n't we? Asked Xadrian calmly. "Ah mean, it'd be a g'd source'a protein an that'll keep us 'n good sh'pe f'r the w'lk back ta camp. Anyway, ah gots dinner to catch."

Xadrian took out his pocket knife and walked away into the woods whistling a tune while twirling the knife in his hand.

"Sleep with one eye open!" Yelled Betilla. "I'm going to do the morally correct thing and gather you guys some fruit; hope you enjoy."

With an instant change of moods Betilla took out a fruit basket from nowhere and skipped off into the woods in the opposite direction that Xadrian had gone.

"Ok, we've got food sorted, so the rest of us can get to work on setting up the camp." Stated Quadesh. "Ivy and Edith, you guys can set up the fire. Yoko and Donald, how about you two get us some fish in case Xadrian can't get us any meat. Mist, me and you will set up the tents. And that means that Harvey and Tilly can go and get the firewood."

"What about me?" Frowned Joanne.

"What about you?" Frowned Quadesh in reply. "Ok guys; let's get to work; with luck we'll be done by sundown."

The team quickly split up into their groups; as they did Joanne sat off to the side.

"Well … maybe I can observe the interactions and see if any alliances form." Mused Joanne.

(Confessional: Working Weasels.)

Tilly: Looks like Quadesh and Joanne are still feuding; maybe I shouldn't vote one of them out … if I can keep them fighting then I'll be left alone and can get info from both of them. It's nice to be able to camp out in the woods; sometimes I went camping with my bros back when I lived in Spain. I think Spanish forests are better than the ones in Canada.

Harvey: Yes! This is my chance to get to know Tilly better; hopefully I won't say anything stupid. Maybe I could carry all the firewood to impress her; my dad says I'm pretty strong for my age.

Edith: I'd rather not work on the fire; to be honest I'm kinda scared of fire since I came very close to being seriously burnt when I was in kindergarten. Long story short, my Dyslexia was a big part of me not finding the fire exit.

Xadrian: B'tilla is a b't cuckoo. Ah mean, fruit ain't as fillin' as meat.

Mist: I'd rather not have a tent; I'm fine with sleeping under the stars since I like being close to nature. Hopefully I won't wake any of the others up if I have a nightmare; I bet Quadesh would be mad, and she's my friend so I don't want to make her mad.

(Freaky Ferrets)

The Freaky Ferrets arrived at their camp site; it wasn't much, but it would do them for the night as long as no animals arrived during the night. Hey set down their bags and looked amongst each other and started to assign tasks for setting up the camp.

"Does anyone here have experience with camping?" Asked Larry. "I will be the first to admit that my outdoor skills are lacking."

"Don't look at me; I'm more of a city slicker than a country boy." Stated Ricky.

"Zanna mentioned she's gone camping before, I think she knows what she's doing." Suggested Charles.

"Oh, err, I'm not much of a leader." Admitted Zanna. "I'm more of a follower."

"I could do it, I'm the manliest man around!" Bragged Alfie. "As leader I order you guys to make me a solid gold throne to sit on."

"Where would we get the … in fact, sure Alfie, that'd be our pleasure." Nodded Penta. "In fact, I hear that gold is worth quite a lot of money; I think there is some in the river. If you jump in the river then your manliness will attract the gold to you. And fish are worth a lot of money too, maybe you could get us some fish?"

"Game on! Alfie is gonna be rich! Ba-bang!" Cheered Alfie as he sprinted off towards the river at a rather impressive speed.

"What a dumbass." Noted Ub. "Who would fall for that? … I suppose we have our answer. Anyway, who's going to do which job?"

"Does anybody know anything about camping other than Zanna?" Asked Kelly.

"I do." Offered Ned. "I'm not much of a leader, but the main things that we are going to need are fire, food and shelter, food being the most important. I propose we split up into groups of four so that everything stays equal. Four for fire, four for shelter and three for food since Alfie has already gone to the river. Hopefully it'll have some fish in it; if not then we'll have to find some fruit. Anybody have a preference? I don't mind what I do."

"I'll get the fish." Offered Zanna.

"I'll help." Added Charles.

"I know how to spike fish; my dad taught me how." Said Penta.

"I think myself, Ricky, Gilda and Larry could set up the shelter." Offered Ub.

"I guess that leaves me, Otis, Sampson and you to make the fire." Nodded Kelly. "Looks like we're all set."

"Do I have to work?" Frowned Sampson.

Otis waved Mr. Happystick threateningly to which Sampson looked annoyed.

"Fine … but don't expect me to like it." Stated Sampson.

"Don't worry Sammy-boy; we as your team mates understand that you don't like anything." Assured Otis. "You hate everyone and everything, but you have a good heart nonetheless."

"… That doesn't make any sense." Blinked Charles.

"Otis doesn't." Shrugged Larry.

(Confessional: Chaotic Neutral characters generally don't…)

Ub: It was important that I kept at least one of my allies in my group; that way they won't go off and possibly make their own alliances. If I want them to be loyal I need them to rely on me and not have any other options. I really don't want to have to tell a few white lies to keep them on my side, but in a game like this I may need to eventually. I may not be much help with putting camp together, but it is relevant in the end; my alliance makes up a good portion of the team and most of the others aren't allied with each other. Having non-permanent teams really is convenient.

Penta: I guess my military training is coming in handy, thanks dad. Even though I'm having a good time, I feel worried about Yoko; hopefully she's doing alright by herself on the other team. I just hope nobody will take advantage of her.

Larry: I may be in no danger if I lose since Xadrian can give me the Chris Idol, but I'm trying to not step on any toes. If people like me they won't hate me, make sense? Speaking of like and hate … Penta is rather pretty. I love her eyes, they're very nice. In the same way, Kelly's pigtails are nice. Chris has a talent for picking pretty girls to be on the show. I'm no flirt, but I like the ladies.

Zanna: So … I get to do what I love and earn favour for it? Sounds good! Look out fish, here come's Zanna Apples!

Ned: I like being neutral and balanced; if I'm weak then I'll get voted off … but if I'm a power player then I'll be taken out for being a threat. I may have no allies, but swing votes rarely do. As for camping, it's a lot of fun … when it doesn't rain. Do hunting trips count as camping? I think they do.

Sampson: How is camping fun? I'd honestly like to know.

(Wacky Weasels)

Edith and Ivy were setting up the fire; Ivy was reading the instructions for the flint that had been among the camping supplies while Edith was using stones to make a pit for the fire. They wouldn't be able to start the fire until Harvey and Tilly came back with firewood, but for now they were making all the progress that they were able to.

"Need a hand with those stones Edith?" Offered Ivy.

"No thanks, I've got this." Assured Edith. "They aren't very heavy; it's just a matter of getting enough of them; we're fortunate that there were so many of them near our camp."

"Maybe Chris got an intern to put them there." Pondered Ivy. "You know, it's a shame we don't have any marshmallows; it'd be nice to toast some nice hot shmoes over the fire."

"… They're called smores Ivy." Giggled Edith. "As long as I'm not near the fire I don't mind what happens."

"Are you afraid of fire?" Asked Ivy curiously.

"I am." Nodded Edith. "It's quite a story…"

"I'll listen if you want; I like stories." Said Ivy while flipping a page in the flint instructions book.

"Well … if you sleep in my tent tonight I'll tell you." Offered Edith.

"Sounds good! It'll be a sleepover." Grinned Ivy. "And if you're cold you can huddle me like they do in the movies."

Edith couldn't help but giggle before a thought occurred to her.

"So, looking forward to your blind date?" Asked Edith. "I was thinking that we'd do it the morning after the next vote off; any preference who you go out with?"

"As long as it's a boy I don't mind who it is." Replied Ivy. "I'll be boy crazy again before long; hormones, don't fail me now!"

"I wonder if any girls signed up." Joked Edith.

Ivy lightly blushed and giggled

"Well, I think I've done all I can without firewood; hopefully Harvey and Tilly will be back before long. Do you think you've got your head around using the flint?" Asked Edith.

"It doesn't sound so hard; all I really have to do is bash the flint against the tinder to create sparks." Nodded Ivy.

"Good thing you're a bright spark." Smiled Edith.

Ivy just smiled shyly and adjusted her glasses.

(Confessional: White chocolate and dark chocolate!)

Edith: I think my extreme sensitivity to heat didn't exactly help my fear of fire, but that's not important. It'll be nice to have a camp out; maybe somebody will have a good story to tell.

Ivy: I wonder why it felt so nice when Edith to compliment me … oh yeah, she's my best friend, duh! I think that me and Edith could go far in this game; a final two deal sounds like a good idea. Also, Betilla's been gone for a while … hopefully she's ok.

Donald and Yoko were by the river a short distance from the camp; Yoko had fashioned a sort of make-shift fishing rod while Donald was keeping his distance from the water.

"How did you know how to make a fishing rod?" Asked Donald curiously.

"Growing up in a remote monetary can give a girl a number of skills." Replied Yoko. "Since we're so remote we have to catch our own food; generally my diet consists of rice, noodles, several vegetables and occasionally fish. It's not the most exciting food, but it keeps me in good shape."

"Interesting … wait, that's all you eat? You mean you've never eaten chocolate, apple pie, pastries, frosties or even ice cream?" Blinked Donald.

"Not really, no." Said Yoko with a shake of her head.

"What do you drink?" Asked Donald curiously.

"Water or milk." Stated Yoko.

"You haven't drank cola…" Said Donald in bewilderment. "Ok Yoko, I promise I'm gonna get you used to the real world. There are a lot of things that you are missing. You do a few things for me and I guarantee that you'll be the coolest girl on the island."

"Thanks for the offer, but I don't want to be really cold." Denied Yoko politely.

"You misunderstand; cool means to be popular, respected and awesome." Corrected Donald. "I must ask, how come you know so little about the world? Doesn't it bother you that you know nothing about things outside of your home?"

"Well, I have wondered … but I never had the means to go anywhere; I'm in a remote place and I'm a child, Grandmaster Fong won't want me going too far away." Stated Yoko.

"Is he your dad?" Asked Donald.

"Not by blood, but he's raised me so I consider him my daddy." Replied Yoko. "Say, why are you standing away from the water?"

"In case a big fish with sharp teeth tries to jump out and eat me." Said Donald. "I'm just here to give you moral support."

"Well, ok then." Nodded Yoko as she cast her line.

The two kids stood in silence for a minute before Yoko's line started to tug.

"Oh! I got something!" Cheered Yoko as she started to reel her line in.

A moment later something jumped out of the water and landed in front of Donald/. Oh horrors! It was the Sloppy Joe Monster!

The Sloppy Joe Monster let out a roar and leapt at Donald and began to pummel him without mercy.

"Yoko! Heeeeeelp!" Wailed Donald.

Yoko quickly looked around and saw a large stick nearby, it looked like the kind she was spanked with when she misbehaved. Hoping it would be just as painful for the Sloppy Joe Monster she picked it up and ran at the mutant burger.

"Get away from Donald you big meanie!" Yelled Yoko as she started bashing the Sloppy Joe Monster.

It didn't take long before the Sloppy Joe Monster had enough of the pain and dashed away into the woods like greased lightning. After it left Yoko helped Donald to his feet.

"Are you ok? Anything broken?" Asked Yoko.

"Besides possibly a rib or three, not much." Winced Donald. "Owwwww … thanks for saving me."

"You're welcome. Now let's get fishing." Said Yoko cheerfully.

(Confessional: That burger is BAD.)

Donald: That's twice Yoko has saved me now … is this gonna become a recurring thing? Why does that burger have it in for me? … Maybe I should think about making myself a suit of armour or something; at least then I wouldn't be hurt as much. Pain hurts, but I'm accustomed to it so I can take a lot of it.

Yoko: In the end I caught twelve fish; that's one for each of us. What were the chances huh? And Donald sure is accident prone; should I be his bodyguard?

Mist and Quadesh were setting up the tents; Mist was doing so without much difficulty while Quadesh was having a few problems.

"These tents are testing my patience." Frowned Quadesh, "I just can't do it…"

"I'll do it Quadesh, it's no problem." Assured Mist as she stepped back from a tent that she had put up. "Have you ever had practise at putting tents up?"

"No; this is the first time I've ever gone camping." Admitted Quadesh.

"Then why did you volunteer to do something you don't know how to do?" Asked Mist curiously.

"Because I wanted to learn a new skill; if I have more skills I'll stand a better chance of getting into a political party and getting a powerful position." Stated Quadesh. "Problem is; I'm not much of an outdoors girl; I prefer to stay near civilisation."

"I can teach you about nature if you want." Offered Mist.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't want a hand out. If you don't do something completely by yourself then you've barely done anything at all. It's why I never used training wheels on my bike; if I'd used them I'd have been guided through." Said Quadesh. "Anyway, enough emotion; let's get back to work!"

"… You're the boss." Nodded Mist.

"Exactly." Nodded Quadesh. "We're not gonna lose this challenge … I just want to win once."

"You're not the only person to never win a challenge; Betilla hasn't either." Assured Mist. "Besides, I'm not gonna vote for you; I think Xadrian might be voted out since he's … well … I don't want to be mean, but his animal abuse isn't exactly kind."

"I guess I've got a free pass this round, but I still don't want to lose; I bet every time I lose some fans are laughing at me." Pouted Quadesh. "I hate being laughed at."

"You hate a lot of things." Agreed Mist before eeping. "Sorry!"

"Eh, I don't care, it's true anyway." Shrugged Quadesh indifferently. "I could probably diagnose myself with OCD; everything has to be just so and in order for me to be happy … now back to work!"

(Confessional: That's our future president!)

Quadesh: After we set up the tents Mist said she was going to be sleeping on a mat on the ground under the stars. That's both silly, and impressive. Not only that, but I get a tent to myself. Still, will Mist be safe without shelter? I mean, there are some dangerous animals in the forest. Well, it's her choice I guess. … Man, I wish I had a cup of coffee, when I'm feeling grumpy or stressed it usually calms me down. And Mist left her tea supplies back at Camp Wawanakwa.

Mist: I've noticed that Quadesh has two main moods; she can be grumpy and controlling a lot of the times … but there are small moments when she displays a softer side. Maybe if I can stay on her good side and 'toe the line' she'll be really nice.

Harvey and Tilly were collecting firewood; Harvey was walking very carefully so that he didn't drop any while Tilly was climbing the trees to gather lose branches since some of the trees weren't exactly in great condition. From a brief glance it was safe to assume the trees might have already been dead.

"You're really good at climbing trees." Noted Harvey.

"It comes from being so flexible." Replied Tilly. "I can sort of fit my body against the tree trunk and climb it very effectively."

"Well keep it up, you're going great. I'd say you're our MVP." Complimented Harvey. "Just be careful; I won't be able to catch you if you fall since when I run I tend to trip."

"I've noticed." Nodded Tilly. "But don't worry, I don't mess up; I'll be fine."

Harvey nodded and watched Tilly go to work; every time she grabbed a branch she would either keep it in one hand or toss it down to Harvey's growing pile. As Tilly continued working Harvey spoke up again.

"So Tilly, what was it like in Spain?" Asked Harvey curiously.

"Very warm and full of festivals and fun." Replied Tilly while hanging from a branch by one hand and holding her branches in the other. "Why do you ask?"

"I just find it interesting." Replied Harvey. "I like culture in general; I find all the festivals, traditions and ways of life to be really cool. And, between you and me … and the viewing world, I have a thing for Spanish girls."

Tilly dropped down from the branch so she could talk more directly with Harvey.

"Do you like me or something?" Asked Tilly.

"Well, not like, but I do consider you a friend and I find your twisting talent to be really cool." Replied Harvey carefully. "I can think you're really cool without having a crush on you, right?"

"… Good point." Nodded Tilly. "Oh, by the way, do you have any allies at the moment?"

"As a matter of fact I do." Nodded Harvey. "I'm currently allied with Ub. He's the head of our alliance; it also has Ricky, Alfie and Charles … so yeah, I'm in an alliance of five, tough it lacks a name."

Tilly was silent for a moment before she spoke.

"Do you think I could join this alliance?" Requested Tilly.

"Yeah! Err, I mean … well, you'd have to ask Ub, he's in charge." Said Harvey.

"Well, perhaps could have a side alliance to fall back on; you're a pretty nice boy, very nice. It's a long shot, but we could be the final two if all goes well." Suggested Tilly.

"Sounds good! Harvey Harbinger at your service." Saluted Harvey with a wink.

"… Likewise from Tilly Rodriguez." Said Tilly with a giggle. "Anyway, I think we've got enough firewood now; we should get back to our team."

"Good idea; the tents might be set up, and if we're lucky dinner will be served." Nodded Harvey. "So … while we walk, care to hear a few circus stories; you'd be surprised how many odd things happen backstage."

"Sure." Nodded Tilly.

(Confessional: Was that a possible new romance?)

Harvey: Whoa … that went much better than I thought it would. Yeehaw! (Harvey starts playing the air guitar.)

Tilly: Do I like Harvey? Well, he seems alright, but I have no romantic feelings for him. If he wants to like me then that's fine, but maybe I could go along with it for a while; it'll be one less possible vote against me, and he might get me into another alliance. If I have to fake love and act like a succubus … then so be it; it'll be worth five hundred thousand.

Joanne: I've been sitting around and watching the interactions; I didn't really see much though … but staying around the camp site might limit me a bit, but I wasn't letting Quadesh out of my sight. My book says to never let your nemesis out of your sight for even a minute.

(Freaky Ferrets)

Zanna, Charles, Penta and Alfie were getting the fish for their team's dinner. Well, more specifically Zanna had her lure cast, Charles was trying to spot fish, Penta was standing almost waste deep in the water with a branch sharpened into a spear and Alfie was standing in the water neck deep trying to find gold. He had so far found one fish (which he tossed to the shore) and a few leeches.

"Yeah, that's right leeches. Just try and suck out my manliness! You'll never succeed; I'm too manly to be leeched!" Bragged Alfie.

"Alfie, I'd recommend getting out of the water." Recommended Penta. "Leeches are not good for you; you could get yourself injured."

"I'm too manly to get hurt! Pain doesn't hurt! Besides, that gold is mine!" Exclaimed Alfie as he submerged himself in the water.

"Ok then … but if I see that you're in trouble I'll help you out." Stated Penta as she thrust her spear into the water and spiked a fish. "I think we'll be eating well tonight. Hey Zanna, how many fish have you caught so far?"

"About seven; this river has a lot of them." Replied Zanna. "Then again, I am using my special bait, so that might have an effect on how good I'm doing."

"What are you using at bait? Worms? Bread?" Guessed Charles.

"Nope." Said Zanna as she withdrew her lure to show Charles her bait. "I'm using apple pierces covered in solid caramel; the fish seem to really like it."

"I don't blame them; fruit goes good with caramel." Nodded Charles. "I'd help if I could … but I have no rod, and to be honest … I'm pretty bad at swimming. I'm sorta scared of deep water … don't know why, but it creeps me out, particularly at night time."

"I know what you mean, lots of things look creepier at night; good thing my cell phone has a flashlight function." Smiled Zanna.

"Is there anything it can't do?" Asked Charles.

"Well, it can't open bottles or do the dishes." Stated Zanna. "I don't like doing household chores; I have to known to get a … bit pouty when I have to do them. Oh how I hate mowing the lawn."

"I'm the same, I much prefer to just have fun … but work must be done whether we want to or not, and in most cases we don't. I don't think many children exactly whistle while they work." Mused Charles.

At that moment Alfie burst out from under the water and gasped for air.

"Darn it! Why can't I breathe underwater! Aren't I manly enough to be an amphibious mammal? Are frogs manlier than me or something! Not cool!" Exclaimed Alfie. "And there's no gold here; am I not manly enough to be rich? Do I have to saw of my leg to show how manly I am?"

The other three exchanged nervous glances.

"I'm started to feel worried about Alfie." Murmured Penta.

"I've been worried about him from day one." Admitted Zanna.

"Hey Alfie, maybe you should come out of the water?" Suggested Charles.

"No way! I'm not a wimpy womanly wimp, I'm so manly that I'll ever leave empty handed!" Exclaimed Alfie.

(Confessional: Is anyone face palming yet?)

Zanna: This was a nice bit of bonding; just fishing and talking to a friend, such a nice way to spend the evening. And while I'm here … would Alfie really hurt himself? I'm concerned…

Penta: … Now I feel bad for tricking Alfie. I think what I should do is try and ignore his manly rants and trick him if he makes a scene … but I'll keep an eye on him so he doesn't get hurt. I'd rather everyone stayed in one piece. I wonder who I'll be sharing a tent with.

Charles: … Chris sure knows how to pick them huh?

Alfie: I didn't get any gold … but I did find something in the water. (Alfie reaches into his pocket and takes out an idol shaped like Ezekiel's' head). I'm so manly I found an idol is a river, oh yeah! Ba-bang! What does it do again? Eh, Ub probably remembers.

Ub, Ricky, Gilda and Larry were setting up the tents; Ricky was helping Ub set one up while Larry was putting one up by himself without much difficulty. Gilda was setting up a tent a short distance from the others while still listening to music on her IPod.

"So Ricky, do you have a preference of who to vote for if we lose?" Asked Ub in a whisper.

"I don't mind; as long as it's not me … or anyone in the alliance." Replied Ricky quietly. "And what if the person we vote for has the Chris Idol? Then anything could happen."

"In that case I'd advise not getting on anyone's bad side." Advised Ub.

"Alfie's done that a bit." Stated Ricky.

"I know; I'll have to talk to him about that." Nodded Ub. "We'll need to find an idol as well; they could be anywhere and we can't let the fall into the hands of the other alliances."

"You can count on me." Assured Ricky. "But there are other parts of the game besides strategy you know."

Ub chuckled.

"Good one." Nodded Ub.

Before Ricky could respond Larry spoke up.

"What are you guys talking about?" Asked Larry.

"Nothing worth repeating, just some simple small talk." Assured Ub. "So, how are you doing with your tent? I can't see obviously."

"I've set it up and I'm gonna get started on the next one." Stated Larry. "I'm making sure to do my part and pull my weight; we wouldn't want the tents to fall down during the night and leave us without shelter."

"Well, the sky looks clear, so I don't think that there will be rain ... hopefully not at least." Mused Ricky. "I'd hate to have to sleep it wet cloths."

"I think we all would." Nodded Larry. "I'm not really used to nature; when I was little I lived in Singapore which is quite a busy place … nowadays I live in Ottawa. The city is what I'm accustomed to … that and cooking my own meals."

"Don't your parents cook them?" Inquired Ub.

"They're not home much, work and crud like that." Shrugged Larry. "But it means I can eat pretty much anything I want."

"Is that why you wear a bandana; I take it your teeth are beyond rotten?" Guessed Ub.

"No, it's just my style." Stated Larry. "Anyway, we should get back to putting up the tents; the more we talk the longer it'll take and the less time for relaxation we will have."

"Alrighty then." Nodded Ricky. "Ok Ub, let's get another tent up."

(Confessional: Tents are a bit cause of 80% of the frustration in the world … the other 20% is because of Battletoads.)

Larry: I'm pretty sure those two are aligned … but I'm not joining them. I have the best ally in the game, and I don't want to have too many allies or I'll become a target and I'll have to backstab them eventually. When I give somebody loyalty I stay loyal. I get the feeling Ub might not stay loyal to Ricky … I mean, he's blind so he won't be able to beat Ricky if they got to the finals. I wonder if Ricky knows that.

Ricky: I was expecting the tents to make everyone angry … but putting them up was pretty easy. And Gilda was being pretty quiet; maybe she's shy or something? Only that she wasn't like this back in the talent show. Eh, no big deal. Anyway, hopefully dinner will be filling.

Ub: I just have to play up the blind card and nobody will see me as a threat; after that I'll just glide through the game. As long as I keep a pitifully weak person on hand, like Harvey or maybe Kelly, then I'll be able to win at the end even without vision. And I still have a chance to get a date with Ivy, so I can work in favour with her too and prevent her from voting for me.

Kelly, Ned, Otis and Sampson were getting the fire started; there had been a good bit of wood relatively near the camp and they had got it set up in a pile after carrying it all (with a bit of complaining from Sampson). Currently Ned and Sampson were working on setting up the fire pit while Otis kept Sampson 'motivated' with Mr. Happystick. Kelly was going to be the one to start the fire and was just waiting for the fire pit to be finished.

"How are you guys doing?" Asked Kelly.

"We're making sufficient effort." Assured Ned. "We'll be able to start the fire soon. Sampson has really been pulling his weight and has helped greatly."

"Not my choice I assure you." Muttered Sampson. "Only because I have this stick wielding lunatic watching my like a hawk."

"Oh come on Sammy-boy, if I was an animal I wouldn't be a hawk. I'd much rather be a Howler Monkey." Chuckled Otis. "Money see, monkey do, Otis see, Otis mess around and make mayhem … you know it makes sense, or a lack of it thereof."

"… You're a bully." Frowned Samson.

Otis pretended to look wounded.

"You wound me; I'm no bully. I just … don't see much point to rules; every single person breaks them so why not just live life to the full. You only live once so make it count, that's what I always say." Said Otis airily. "I care not for good or evil, just for being free and having fun. If goodness keeps me free, then that's cool, but the same can be said for evil."

"Like I said a while ago, you're chaotic neutral." Nodded Ned. "Ok, I think the fire pit is ready now; you can start the fire now Kelly."

"Will do." Nodded Kelly as she knelt down and started making sparks with the flint and tinder. "So … on the subject of morals, I have a question for you guys. Is it ok to do something mean if the end result is for the greater good?"

"As long as it's chaotic." Shrugged Otis.

"Do whatever you want." Stated Sampson. "Not like anybody can do anything back if they're voted out."

"Not for me to say; I don't make people do anything." Replied Ned. "Why do you ask?"

"Just a rhetorical question; I thought since we're talking about morals it would be a good question." Said Kelly. "Oh! I think I've done it!"

Kelly was right; the fire had started and was started to burn nice and brightly. As Kelly tended to it carefully Ned pondered for a moment.

"You seem to know what you're doing." Noted Ned. "I take it you have experience with fires?"

"Yep, my sister Kala caught me how." Nodded Kelly. "She said it was an important skill."

"She was right." Agreed Ned. "Ok then, I think our job is done; all we can do now is wait for the fish to get here so that we can cook it over the fire."

"I hope they have cod." Said Sampson hopefully.

"Too bad we have no chips." Mused Kelly.

"Or ketchup." Added Otis.

(Confessional: Fish fingers … that's false advertising since fish don't even have fingers!)

Ned: Moral conversations are always enlightening and fun; generally if a good person and bad person, or a lawful person and a chaotic person, are in a conversation with me I act as the neutral ground for inevitable disagreements.

Kelly: I think everyone is going to be tired after today and sleeping soundly … that's good for me since I'll be able to look for the idols at night time. Good thing I have a good sense of direction and am not scared of the dark. … I wonder what the others are scared of … hmm, maybe a bit personal of a question to ask.

Sampson: I hate hard work … but at least I'm being left alone now, so it wasn't a complete drudgery. Even so, I don't want to do it again. Me and work go together like Batman and The Joker … not very well.

Otis: I think some of these guys think too hard about things; they should act on impulse, like I do. Make things fun you know? Anyway … ghost story time! … Well, it will be when everyone is finished with their jobs and night has fallen.

Next Time: Ghosts stories and other stories are told, one team loses and somebody is voted off the island.