Chris McClean sat in a lawn chair out in the wasteland with his feet soaking in a tub of green mud.
"Welcome, viewers!" he greeted. "I'm Chris McClean, and I'm just enjoying the natural cleansing factors that come from nuclear infused swamp product. You too can benefit from this wonderful new cosmetic for just $45.99 after the show-"
"Oh enough with the advertising," Jeanette Washington exclaimed as she tipped Chris over and let him fall into the remains of the swamp. "Ignore him folks, when we do turn to merchandising I can assure you it won't be something that's likely to shorten your lifespan by 45%. Now then, I do believe we have an episode, oh my, in fact we do! Last round, despite Ricko and Scout wanting Liz gone, Sashonelle and Damian both wanted to use her to make a move. Scout managed to win immunity, preventing a move from being made on him, so instead Liz became the swing vote deciding the fate of Ricko or Sashonelle. She sided with feminism and sent Ricko packing, leaving us with the final four of Damian, Scout, Sashonelle, and Liz! Who will be sent to the grave next? Oh dearie me, I can't wait to find out!"
Confessional:
Damian-Last round things went wrong for me, big time. Everybody wanted different things, but we ended up with the worst outcome and Ricko left. Well...second worst outcome, I'm still here. The other three all voted against him though, which means for all I know they could come for me next. I don't know what to do, part of me wants to just punch someone in the face, and the other half just wants to cry. Neither are going to do any good though, so I need to get it together and figure this out fast.
Damian paced by himself in the shelter of a collapsed building. He muttered incoherently as he walked back and forth between the walls. Eventually he noticed some movement behind him and turned around to see Liz climbing into the wreckage as well.
"There you are," she remarked. "Really putting a literal spin on the term 'Man Cave,' don't you think?"
"Come to gloat? I'm not really in the mood," Damian replied.
"Well that's just too bad, because I have officially turned the tables on you, so it is my given right to gloat!" Liz exclaimed. "You thought you got me good two rounds ago, but it's not so fun when the shoe is on the other foot, is it!?'
"Congratulations," Damian said glumly. "And good job handing half the vote to Scout and Sashonelle."
"Oh well you come off it with that presumptuous sexist bias!" Liz snapped.
"My what now?" Damian asked.
"You think you just know everything, eh? You think you know exactly what the poor mindless women are doing because we're just a couple of brain dead dolls to be manipulated by the men?" Liz ranted. "But I have news for you, news that may shatter the very way you view reality itself. And that news is that...we. Are. NOT!"
"Okay?" Damian replied dully. "Good for you?"
"You're missing the point," Liz said. "You have this notion in your head that Sashonelle will never vote out Scout, but she's not as brainless as you may think. She will still make the smart call, and right now that means getting out Scout."
"If you say so," Damian said, unconvinced. "I'm not coming for you, my goal is still to get out Scout here, those two need to be broken up. If Sash really is in with the plan then great, but if not then we need to be ready to tie."
"Sashonelle will be in," Liz assured. "Although it probably wouldn't hurt for you to do a little groveling."
"Let's not push it," Damian replied in annoyance.
Confessional:
Liz-People can say whatever the hell they want about me. That I'm overreacting, I'm hysterical, I'm just some crazy wailing banshee. Their words mean nothing because I know the truth, and the truth is that I am smart! I am smarter than everyone in this cast! Damian acts like he knows it all, like not doing what he wanted was a mistake, but I'm not as blind as he thinks. If I voted out Sashonelle, then I was just leaving another duo intact: Ricko and Damian. Given those options, I believe I have a much better chance at keeping Sashonelle on my side. And as for Damian, I've gotten in his head, I already know how he works, I already know that despite all his anger and frustrations he's not going to let himself be deterred from making the logical decision here.
Damian climbed up the side of a tower to the window where Sashonelle was resting in a statuesque pose.
"A visitor for me?" she exhaled lightly while allowing her arms to coil up against her sides in delight. "What's the occasion?"
"Well I'm a little late for enjoying the sunrise together," Damian remarked dryly as he pulled himself up next to Sashonelle.
"Shame," Sashonelle replied with a shake of her hair.
"You told me once that you weren't here to play for Scout to win," Damian said. "Not going to lie, I've had my doubts about that, but if that's true then can I trust you to vote for him this round?"
"Well I don't know, honey, can you?" Sashonelle said with a purse of her lips and swiping her finger against Damian's nose. "To be fair, when I said that it was before you decided to cast a vote for me. Very rude, you know. You hurt my feelings."
"More like hurt your ego," Damian scoffed.
"You're not being very nice to me," Sashonelle pouted teasingly.
"So what you're saying is you're not going to be voting for Scout then?" Damian concluded.
"Well I'm not saying that at all,' Sashonelle replied. "No need to jump to conclusions."
"So you are willing to vote for him?" Damian asked.
"I didn't say that either," Sashonelle giggled. "Think about it from my point of view, I'd love to promise you that we're still good, but if I do that how do I know you're not just going to take what I said and spread it around to sink me. You've already written my name down once now."
"Because it just makes sense," Damian said with frustration.
"Well then, that's good to know, if that's truly the case then we shouldn't have to say anything at all," Sashonelle replied while linking fingers with Damian before he pulled away.
"You're not being very clear here," Damian grunted.
"Well that's kinda the point, don't you think?" Sashonelle replied. "Good luck."
With that she flipped backwards and rolled into the room behind her, before scaling down a hole in the floor and disappearing.
Confessional:
Sashonelle-I'm not about to say anything incriminating to Damian of all people. Do I want him going for Scout over me? Well of course! But he's in a desperate position and for all I know Scout could win immunity again and if that happens the last thing I need is for it all to explode over me. I need some plausible deniability on my side if I'm going to keep him as my shield.
Sashonelle left the building behind and strolled down the street. She casually slowed down as she spotted Liz through an alley and slid over towards her.
"Just the girl I was hoping to find," Sashonelle said. "Thank you kindly for voting to keep me last round. That was absolutely traumatizing for my dear heart."
"Wasn't even a question for me," Liz said, "There's nothing worst in this world than women tearing down women."
"Oh absolutely, couldn't agree more," Sashonelle exclaimed. "Except hangnails, those are the worst."
"No it's women tearing down women," Liz said sternly.
"Well, clearly you've never suffered serious hangnail agony," Sashonelle remarked.
"We will be continuing this conversation later," Liz grumbled. "We have more urgent matters to attend right now. We need to make sure Scout doesn't win immunity this round! If he wins one more time it might just crush whatever lingering shred of feminine strength is remaining in our viewers all over the world."
"And also so we can vote him out," Sashonelle added.
"That is a strong incentive as well," Liz agreed.
"Of course the main thing is that we keep each other safe," Sashonelle assured. "Damian, Scout, one of the men need to leave and us ladies will stay safe."
"Yes," Liz agreed. "Especially if it's Scout leaving though. He's overstayed his welcome!"
"Mm, well let's just see how the challenge goes," Sashonelle said.
Confessional:
Sashonelle-Having Liz on my side is a blessing, really. Hopefully if things do get messy here I'll have her to fall back on. I honestly wouldn't even mind getting rid of Damian here, since that would leave me with two people willing to take me to the end. But if Scout is vulnerable, I suppose I have to ask myself if it's worth the risk of keeping him around.
Liz-Feminism has taken more than a few hits in this game, and there have been some times where it feels like a futile fight...but that's just the years upon years of oppression whispering in my ear and I refuse to listen! Sashonelle and I are the last females standing and we've had our differences, but now we have found this solid ground and we will ensure that this game has a female winner!
Scout was currently pacing in the solace of Ricko's dank hideout. His silence was broken as Damian approached.
"Thinking to yourself?" Damian asked.
"I was aiming for musing," Scout replied.
"Musing?" Damian echoed.
"It's a human technique, just letting your thoughts lead you to new thoughts in a single connected chain, and seeing if it perhaps leads you somewhere surprising," Scout explained. "I do wish I was capable of surprising myself. But I suppose you're here to accost me for my vote last round?"
"I'm not mad," Damian replied. "It's not exactly fair since I didn't vote how I said I would either. I knew I was playing with fire and I'm just glad to have survived. I'd really just like to know where we stand now."
"Well I think you may actually be better suited to answer that than me," Scout replied. "I've heard that I am now deemed to be the biggest threat, and if this is indeed true then I may not have much control over my fate."
"Well we could both take some control into our hands if we agree not to vote each other," Damian pointed out.
"Agreeing will change nothing, since agreements can be broken," Scout replied. "If we really wanted that to be the case, we'd have to follow through as well."
"Well yeah, that's what I meant," Damian said awkwardly.
"Then I do hope you make good on your agreement," Scout replied.
Confessional:
Damian-I'm not taking any chances here, I need to talk to everyone and just take whatever my best shot is to get through this. Yeah Scout is the biggest threat, but if he's my best chance at surviving then I'll just have to take that chance.
Scout-I do believe that Damian wants me out, and based on the events of last round, likely would have voted me had I been vulnerable. With that in mind, I don't believe a pact with him will actually do me much favors. I'd rather take my chances with Sashonelle, and if we need to face a tie so be it, but I will do what I can to avoid such an outcome.
Having finished his pensive time to himself, Scout emerged from the building and stepped back out into the open. He was soon approached by Liz.
"Well, well, well, look who it is," Liz remarked.
"Hello," Scout replied. "I am hoping we may be able to remain civil with each other after last night."
"We can...just so long as you accept that you're going home tonight!" Liz exclaimed.
"Is that so?" Scout asked.
"Yep, everyone is ready to send you out!" Liz said.
"And I suppose this is the part where you offer me a deal I can't refuse to tie the vote?" Scout asked.
"Absolutely not," Liz replied. "I see no benefit from striking up a deal with you, I'm just giving you the fair warning that you have no chance this round."
"I still have one chance, the challenge, if what you say is true," Scout replied. "If you truly feel that way, I suppose you had better hope I do not win."
"Oh believe me...I am, with every fiber of my being," Liz replied.
Confessional:
Scout-This is why I wanted Liz gone. She is very difficult to dissuade once she gets her mind set on something. If she truly is against me, then my options are limited and I will need to work hard to survive.
Liz-I know what I'm doing here! Intimidation tactics! They never suspect a bold strategy, so if you hit them with a forward attack, it can throw off the battle plan. My hope is that if I can get Scout worried, I can get him to overplay...and make sure he knocks his chances right out of the game. He may have the brain of a machine...but I...have the brain of a woman! And there is nothing more powerful!
The final four were guided by Jeanette up to the Elimination stage against the loose blocking the swarming zombies.
"What are we doing here?" Sashonelle asked.
"We decided to do something a little bit different today," Jeanette greeted. "We'll be kicking off our challenge here."
"That's right!" Chris exclaimed. "See this fence here..it's the only thing keeping us from certain death...or should I say certain..undeath!"
"You shouldn't," Liz remarked dully.
"Well it would sure be a shame if someone were to...leave the gate unlocked," Chris cackled as he flipped open a panel of the fence, allowing the horde to mill through to the other side.
Among the herd were some familiar faces, albeit covered in dried blood now.
"Looks like some of those that got infected are coming back for some revenge," Chris announced.
Ricko stumbled forward from the crowd.
"Looks guys, I'm dead now!" he exclaimed. "I mean uh...braaaaains!"
Ricko was knocked aside by Niles angrily.
"You guys better run, I am going for you and gonna show you the true meaning of terror," he growled.
Niles was held back by Connor.
"Let's uh, wait for the challenge to begin before going in for the revenge," he suggested.
"Hey guys!" Brittany exclaimed as she made a dramatic entrance. "Do you like my new style!? It's a bit grotesque, but like it's just in time for Halloween so like I'm super topical!"
"Halloween is in October," Kelly remarked dryly. "It's the middle of August still."
"Well um, I will have you know that it's Halloween somewhere right now, cause you know, timezones. Like can you at least try to show a little bit of cultural sensitivity!? You're on TV!" Brittany huffed in retort.
"Alright, final four, it's time for you to arm yourselves!" Jeanette exclaimed as she tossed a brightly colored pistol to each of the remaining contestants. "These paintball guns shoot blue paint. You'll be zombie hunting trying to tag your eliminated opponents. If you hit one they're dead for good and you will get a point for it. The zombies however each have a red paint claw that if they mark you with, you're dead! You'll still keep your points, but you will not be able to hunt anymore. The winner is who finishes with most points, or in the event of a tie, who lasted longer."
"You four will get a headstart, I suggest you take it to set yourselves up as best you can," Chris said, "the hunt begins soon!"
Confessional:
Brittany-Like I am a very cultural person, I love all the cultures of the world in a big blended like quilt pot of mixing. I have earrings from the country of Bismuth, so like, think about that next time you try to call me uncultured!
Melania-Hmph, I would much rather be in the game than watching these four losers stick around. But if I can get some revenge at least that's something.
Ricko-I don't really want to hurt anyone or anything like that, I'm just here cause it seems like fun!
(Later)
"Alright, that's enough of a headstart!" Chris announced after the final four had spread out throughout the city. "Zombies, it's time to start hunting!"
The pack of eight eliminated contestants, each armed with a forked paintbrush around their knuckles, made their way after their prey.
"We should work together!" Shelby exclaimed brightly as she walked next to Melania.
"Um, we're not in the game anymore," Melania scoffed. "There's no need to keep strategizing."
"I know that, but come on don't you want to prove a point with this challenge?" Shelby asked. "This is our last chance to really stick it to those jerks who voted us out. We are going to have a much better chance at shutting them down if we join our forces."
"I'm not so sure of that," Melania replied. "I can handle myself just-"
"Look out!" Shelby squealed as she pulled Melania aside.
Sashonelle had popped up from behind a collection of crates and began to fire on the two. Shelby pulled Melania out of the way just in time to avoid being hit
"I just saved your life!" she announced.
"Hm...regrettably, that is true," Melania sighed.
"Now come on, let's teamwork this!" Shelby exclaimed. "I'll cause a distraction and you go in for the kill!"
"I'm not sure if-" Melania tried to say, but Shelby was already running out into the open/
"I'm gonna get you!" she taunted Sashonelle. "I'm coming for you!"
Sashonelle poked her pistol out again and began to fire at Shelby. The other girl was able to dodge the shots though and hit behind a car in the street. Once the attack had ceased she peeked out and rolled to another cover. She skillfully made her way closer to the crates where Sashonelle was hiding.
"I got you now!" Shelby exclaimed as she leapt towards the crates.
As she got to the other side though, she saw that Sashonelle was gone.
"What the-" she remarked.
She suddenly had to duck, just being able to avoid a blue shot coming for her. The ball of paint splatter on the crate above her head. Shelby looked up to see Sashonelle aiming her gun from the door of a building. Shelby quickly charged at her with her claw raised. Sashonelle didn't have time to attack in retaliation, instead she backed up to avoid the oncoming attack. Shelby cackled as she swung her claw at Sashonelle. The model moved in a wave-like motion to stay just out the other girl's grasp.
"Aha!" Shelby exclaimed as she tried to close in with her red paint.
Sashonelle grabbed her wrist though and held her arm up.
"I'm afraid I'm the one who's got you," Sashonelle said as she pointed her pistol at Shelby and fired. "You're dead."
Sashonelle turned around to run straight into Melania. Melania slashed her red claw straight across Sashonelle's body, leaving a red streak.
"God dammit!" Sashonelle cursed angrily. "You have any idea how hard that's going to be to get out?"
Confessional:
Shelby-Well I'm already out, so much for me making the most out this challenge. At least I know that Sashonelle has no shot at winning. That's what she gets for all she put me through!
Sashonelle-Whatever it's not like I'm ever winning these things.
Liz had crawled down through a crack in the road and was now crouching in a dank tunnel with her pistol clutched tight.
"Those others can all run to certain death if they like, I'm playing this safe," she muttered to herself.
She immediately kept quiet though as she noticed footsteps above her. She tried to make herself as small as possible clinging to the shadows. However, as she shifted her weight, the ground beneath her crumbled and she fell deeper into a pit. As she stumbled along the uneven subterranean grounds, her gun slipped from her grip and rolled away. She groaned as she found herself in the ruins of old tunnels, still lined with rusted pipes and wires, but now mostly fallen to dirt and rock.
"Someone down here?" Ricko asked as he peered through the crack.
"God, not this clown," Liz groaned.
Liz began to search the ground for her dropped pistol.
"Where'd you get to?" she grumbled.
"If someone is down here I'm going to get you, okay?" Ricko said as he slid through the crack and began to crawl through the tunnels. "I'm going to get you with my claw."
Liz began to push aside rocks, but her search still yielded no results.
"This is not good," she sighed.
Ricko eventually caught sight of her and jumped down to join her level.
"Oh hi, Liz!" he greeted.
"Just by the way you're standing, you've already committed three different types of rape," Liz accused. "Do you really want to make it a fourth?"
"Hm...I don't think zombies consider things like that. They just want your brains," Ricko replied as he closed in on Liz.
"Well...you can't have them!" Liz shouted back.
Liz desperately looked around for anything she could use to defend herself as Ricko moved towards her with his claw. Liz clutched a pipe from the wall and snapped it off. The rest of the tube immediately sprayed a a blast of water, that sent Ricko sprawling backwards.
"Ha! That's what you get!" Liz shouted.
Liz noticed some movement behind her, and immediately reacted by swinging the broken piece of pipe she clutched. She ended up connecting with Christian's head and dropping him to the ground with one firm swipe.
"Ha! That's what YOU get too!" Liz exclaimed.
"Just a reminder, zombies aren't down until taken a hit with a blue bullet," Chris announced.
"Ugh, of course," Liz groaned. "Where's that gun!?"
Confessional:
Liz-I must admit there's something exhilarating about this. But ahem, I must stay focused on attaining victory for myself!
Ricko-(dripping) I'm all wet now!
Christian-Well that's not fun, I didn't even get to cause any trouble. All I got is some serious bruises.
Niles had climbed up to the top of a building, while Connor followed behind him.
"Alright, here's what we need, we need to set a trap for these fools," Nile said.
"Are you sure that's really necessary?" Connor asked.
"I'm not taking any chances here," Nile said. "If anyone catches us then we'll be a point for them. I'm not letting myself be used to help any of them! So we need to fight back and take them all out!"
"Well I guess that's fair enough," Connor said. "So what did you have in mind?"
"You lure someone in over here," Niles said. "Once they're close enough, we'll bring the whole thing crashing down on them."
"That sounds dangerous," Connor remarked.
"That's exactly the point," Niles replied.
"Oh well...let's try not to hurt them too much," Connor said as he started to climb down.
"No promises," Niles replied.
Connor reached the ground again. He began to pace around the roads.
"Hm, well I don't see anyone," he said, "we might have to wait for a-"
Connor was cut off as a blue shot just missed his head and hit the wall behind him.
"Never mind, we've got company!" Connor exclaimed as he quickly ran back to the building.
Damian came from behind, firing after him several more times. He made a couple of close calls, but was never able to make a direct hit on his target. Connor moved as fast as he could back into the building.
"Here he comes..." Niles said to himself, "take this!"
Niles pulled loose a bar holding the crumbling building together. Unfortunately, rather than raining down on Damian, it just ended up caving in on itself. Niles painfully fell through the rubble and landed on the ground in front of Damian.
"Wow a freebie!" Damian exclaimed as he pointed his gun at Niles.
A blue blotch hit Niles in the stomach, though it wasn't fired from Damian.
"Hey!" Damian said angrily as he looked behind him to see Scout make the kill shot.
"That was mine!" Damian pouted.
"It was, and you lost it to me," Scout replied.
Confessional:
Niles-Augh! I can't believe this! What a waste!
Scout-I'm not going to worry about hurting feelings of my opponents. I will do whatever is the most effective way to win immunity.
Connor-Um...ouch. That looked painful. I think there's a lesson here about playing with fire.
Liz continued to scour the dark patches of the tunnels for her dropped weapon.
"How far could it even get?" she grumbled as she moved her hands around the ground and over the uneven rubble. "This is getting ridiculous."
Liz heard some noise and movement from the shadows ahead. She bit her tongue and held her breath. She tried to cling to the side of the tunnel, though there was very little room for her to hide. As she did she finally spotted her gun, stuck in a crevice along the wall. It was still some distance away from her. She could see the shadowy figure nearing closer. After a split second to decide, she chose to run for the gun.
"There you are!" Ricko exclaimed as he emerged from the shadows dripping wet.
Ricko swiped with his red paint claw, but Liz twirled around and fired with her gun, marking his forehead with a blue splotch.
"Aw man," Ricko sighed. "Looks like you got me."
"That's right, I got you and now there's a certain someone else I'd like to get," Liz exclaimed.
Liz walked back the way she had come, with her gun pointed outwards. She returned to the spot where she had left Christian, only to see he was gone.
"Hm...where did you get to now?" she remarked.
"Right here!" Christian exclaimed from above.
Christian dropped down from a pipe. Christian landed on Liz and pinned her to the ground. He brought his claw dangerously close to her face, only to realize that he had already been hit with blue paint. Liz held her gun upwards, almost frozen in shock, but had still managed to fire just before being tackled.
"You win this time," Christian groaned.
Liz-I could be winning immunity AND I get a second chance to kill some of the men of this game? Today is just full of victory for feminism!
Christian-I guess being a point for Liz is acceptable. After all, she surprised me with a betrayal of her own, I can only imagine how much fury it will cause the others to see her immune.
Scout moved along the street. He kept a vigilant gaze all around him as he moved. Eventually he noticed some movement in the window of a building. He clutched his pistol and moved towards the building. He carefully moved through the door. The building was filled with various levels and shelves holding barrels, crates, and other various parts and tools. Scout remained ready to fire as he moved slowly through the room. He caught sight of movement again and fired on it. The paint just splattered against bars and chains while the figure took cover. Scout then heard a sound from behind him.
"Like bombs away!" Brittany cackled.
Scout turned his head to see a stack of barrels knocked over and came rolling towards him. He didn't have the chance to move out of the way and was bowled over, colliding with other shelves. This allowed him to be in the perfect position for Kelly to attack. Scout grabbed a broken panel of mesh wire fence and used it to hold back Kelly's attack. Her hand got stuck in the coils and Scout was able to knock her aside and pick up his gun again. He turned to point it at Kelly, but she kicked a wrench across the floor which hit Scout's foot and caused him to wince in pain and miss. Kelly took the chance to charge again. Scout backed up and avoided the attack. Scout aimed his gun and fired on Kelly again. The girl moved quickly to the side and evaded getting hit.
"Like time for my sneak attack!" Brittany exclaimed loudly from behind.
Kelly just put her hand to her face as Scout turned around and fired on Brittany, hitting her straight in the chest.
"Rude!" Brittany scoffed.
Kelly tried to at least use the chance to strike Scout from behind while he was distracted. Suddenly she was hit in the back before she could though. Damian had entered the room and crawled through the wreckage to pull off the attack.
"Ha, this time I'm stealing your kill!" Damian exclaimed.
"Actually, I believe you just saved my life," Scout replied. "Thank you for that."
"Wait...dammit!" Damian cursed.
"The competition is just racing!" Jeanette announced. "Only two zombies are left to be hunted, Melania and Connor. Currently Liz has two points, Scout has two points, Damian has one point but can still pull off the win. Sashonelle is dead with only one point and has no shot at winning!"
Confessional:
Kelly-Even if death, other people's idiocy tears me down at every step.
Damian-I can't believe I just let Scout survive that. I was just so focused on getting a point for myself, I should have waited a few more seconds and let Kelly take him out of the running.
Melania ran through the alleys being careful to stick to cover and move quickly. She heard some noise up ahead. She rested against a dumpster and waited, ready to pounce. As the noise grew louder, she leapt out with her claw ready to attack. She ended up pinning Connor against the wall.
"Oh uh...hello there," Connor greeted.
Melania's face twisted between annoyance and embarrassment.
"Well...I'm glad I found you," she remarked.
"Yeah, seems like it," Connor replied.
"Shut it!" Melania ordered. "Look we're the last two left in this thing, so if we want to go down with a bang I say we work together."
"I can get with that," Connor said, "Though one request...no traps, the last one didn't work out so well."
"That's what I like to hear, no need to make a complicated plan, let's just get the job done," Melania said.
"I think the job right now might be..Run!" Connor exclaimed as he pointed to Scout and Damian coming around the corner.
The two boys fired on the zombies who ran in opposite directions to take shelter within the nearest buildings. Melania entered a dark room. She crouched behind a table, looking back behind her, waiting for her target to arrive. The boys both chased after Connor into the other building though. Melania carefully pulled herself up to risk creeping up again and following after them. As she moved though she heard a noise from behind her. She turned around to see a panel in the floor lifting up. Liz pushed her head through the floor.
"Well, well, well, look who it is," Liz said as she pointed her gun.
Melania had already dragged her claw across Liz's forehead though.
"Urgh!" Liz grunted.
"Liz has been taken out, and with two points she cannot win this challenge!" Jeanette exclaimed. '"It's down to Damian vs Scout!"
Connor was currently running through the rooms of the building he had entered. He found very little shelter as most of the rooms were empty. He had to swing from side to side to avoid the blue paint splattered on the walls around him. Eventually Connor found himself facing a dead end.
"Well that's not good," he remarked.
Scout entered the room and prepared to shoot. Damian intervened, though, grabbing Scout's arm and causing him to miss.
"Not this time!" Damian exclaimed.
Connor tried to use this chance to attack. He swiped at Scout, but the robotic boy clutched his wrist and managed to keep his claw from making contact. Damian seized the chance to fire on Connor.
"Damian closes the gap, getting his second point!" Chris exclaimed. "It comes down to this now, who can score the final point, or who will be tagged first!"
Confessional:
Damian-Alright, I've managed to tie this up, but we're not out of the woods yet. If I can win immunity I think there's a very good chance that Scout can be taken out. If I don't...well that might not end as well for me.
Connor-Well so much for me, at least I can hope for Melania to give them a run for their money.
Damian and Scout exited the building and scoured the alley with their pistol drawn and ready to fire. Damian's ears picked up a sound that Scout didn't seem to notice. He carefully went to investigate, turning down another side alley. He came to the end and only found a dumpster and some trash cans. He searched through them but did not see any sign of Melania. In fact though, she was watching from a window up above. With her target beneath her, she climbed out and dropped down behind him. She attacked with her claw, but Damian grabbed a lid from a trashcan and deflected. Damian used the lid as a shield while Melania tried to find away to get at him. Scout had heard the commotion and came up from behind. He pointed his gun at Melania.
"Look out!" Damian exclaimed as he knocked Melania aside.
Melania retaliated by attacking with her claw, which Damian just barely managed to bend to avoid.
"Hey I just saved your life," Damian pouted.
"More like saved your kill," Melania replied.
Melania didn't have time to attack though, since she had to dodge the oncoming shots from Scout. She took cover behind the dumpster again, leaving her cornered. Scout and Damian both tried to catch her. Scout climbed on top of the dumpster, while Damian received a firm kick from Melania, knocking him back. Melania then elbowed the dumpster, causing it to open and trap Scout.
"Ha!" Melania exclaimed as she brought he claw down towards Damian.
The boy rolled out of his way, but fumbled with his gun, unable to point it up at his target. Melania turned the tables and soon had Damian cornered. Damian finally desperate pulled his gun up. With a sudden jerk, Melania received a blue ball of paint...to her back. Scout had emerged from the dumpster and hit her from behind.
"And just like that...Scout wins his way into the final three!" Chris announced.
"Nooo!" Liz screamed as she ran onto the scene.
She ran over to Scout and began to slap at his body furiously.
"Stop it, just stop already! Stop RUINING everything, EVERYTHING!" Liz shrieked. "You are ruining this game, you are ruining feminism, you are ruining my LIFE! Just stop already! Haven't you done enough damage!?"
Jeanette and Chris had to drag her off of the robot boy.
Confessional:
Liz-WHY is this happening to me!? I could take such a blow to the patriarchy, I could unite us against the true force of evil in this game...but it's still rigged for him! This is a disgrace! I hope all of you watching know that this game is a FARCE put on by the Man!
Damian-Well, Scout being immune definitely cuts out my options here, and this could actually be the end of me if I'm not careful.
Scout-This is nice. I think I am closing in to the point where there will be very little that can stop me from winning.
Sashonelle-Ooh, surprise, surprise.
(Later)
Scout looked out the window of a building while Sashonelle lounged behind him.
"Briliantly done, darling," Sashonelle complimented. "No one is taking you out tonight and all that's left is to kick out one of the other two."
"Exactly," Scout said. "We pull through this round and we should have the perfect chance to make it to the end game together. Especially if we take out Damian now."
"Is that so? A change of plan?" Sashonelle asked.
"A change in situation," Scout replied. "At this point we don't need any more votes, what we need is to win the challenges. I can beat Liz in the final challenge, I know it. She's never once come close."
"Hm, quite right," Sashonelle said thoughtfully while tracing her finger along her chin to scratch an imaginary itch. "Something else to consider though, if the two do team up and tie this vote, they have no choice but to come for me. And well, let's be real here, my friend, I'm not exactly entirely confident in my own chance at winning."
"Do you think you can get Liz to vote Damian?" Scout asked.
"I think I can," Sashonelle replied. "But there's no guarantee with her, you've seen how crazy she can get. Is it really worth it to take that risk? If I leave and one of them wins immunity next round there is zero chance of either of them keeping you."
"Hm...true, but if Damian makes it to the final 3 and wins immunity it won't matter anyways," Scout said. "Let me try to get Damian to vote for Liz. If we can turn them against each other, there will be no chance for a tie and we have the power to send out whoever we choose."
"I'll try to get Liz too," Sashonelle said. "I just said, I've come this far, I'm not losing this game because of a tie breaker."
Confessional:
Scout-Liz has always wanted me out and it's been a thorn in my side. Now though, it doesn't matter, everyone is going to want me out and my best shot is to secure these challenges in my favor. If I go to the Final 3 with Liz and Sashonelle, my chances of winning raise exponentially.
Sashonelle-I'm sure Scout has a plan, but let's be real, he's the one with immunity so the only thing I'm concerned about this round is getting me through. Do I think getting out Damian is the better choice? Maybe. Do I want to risk facing him in a tie breaker though? Absolutely not. I don't care if it's worth the risk for Scout, it's my life on the line and I am not taking that chance.
Damian walked up to Liz sitting on the front steps of a crumbled staircase.
"I-" Damian tried to say.
"Well, well, well, look who it is," Liz remarked snidely. "The next words you say had better be that you're quitting this game to offer up some penance to the damage done to feminism, otherwise I don't want to hear it!"
"That's not what I came to say," Damian said.
"Then I don't want to hear it!" Liz replied.
"Well you're going to have to hear it," Damian argued.
"Nope! You have no right to choose what I have to do!" Liz said while covering her ears.
"Just give me a chance!" Damian argued.
"Can't hear you!" Liz retorted still covering her ears and pacing now.
Damian shivered as he let his sleeves roll down his arms.
"L-Liz..come on, don't...don't be like this," he stammered.
He seemed to catch himself. He paused for a second in silence. Then rolled his sleeves back up. He angrily grabbed Liz on either arm and pushed her against the wall.
"Let go of me this instant, you swine!" Liz spat.
"Not until you hear me out," Damian said. "We need to vote Sashonelle, I know that's not way you want to hear, but you need to come out of your fantasy bubble. I'm trying to help you here, Liz. She is always going to side with Scout when it's easier for her. Our only shot is to tie the vote."
Liz stopped struggling and cracked a smug look on her face.
"What?" Damian asked.
"Look at you," she replied. "You still have absolutely no control. Face it, you've only been able to keep it together this long because of me and my help. You owe everything to me and as soon as we're separated you'll go right back to being that same lost boy you've been all your life."
"Your wrong!" Damian shouted angrily, suddenly seething with rage, tightening his grip on Liz. "You don't control me!"
"Everyone always believes in the illusion of control," Liz replied. "Well, are you going to prove your point? Hurt me an innocent girl just because you can, let everyone see how 'big and strong' you are, because who needs control when you have power, right!?"
Damian angrily slammed his fist against the wall next to Liz.
"Just shut up!" he snapped as he let go of her.
Sashonelle, meanwhile, was casually approaching the two. As she saw what was happening, she performed a quick twirl and headed the other direction.
"Never mind, I think my work here is done," she remarked.
Confessional:
Liz-I am not about to let anyone tell me what I have to do. I make my own decisions. I've already seen deep into the darkness of Damian's mind, if I can get him to crumble then I still might have a fighting chance here.
Damian-Gah! What is wrong with me!? I can't...I didn't...this isn't doing me any good. But I can't help myself. I am going to lose this game because Liz can't get over herself!
Sashonelle-Just seeing what I saw, I'm suddenly feeling a lot more confident about my chances.
Damian angrily walked away by himself. He made his way down a separate alley to be alone. However, his solitude was broken as Scout walked up to him.
"Hello Damian," he greeted. "I do not intend to waste your time with unnecessary lies, I fully understand that you would have wanted me gone without immunity."
"Well?" Damian said with a shrug. "Have you come to just tell me I don't have a chance now?"
"On the contrary," Scout said. "I have a proposition for you. I expect that with me immune your next target will fall to Sashonelle, but rather I suggest we avoid that situation and put three votes solid on Liz."
"So I can go to the final 3 with you and your closest ally?" Damian asked. "Forgive my bluntness, but why would I want that?"
"You're looking at it the wrong way," Scout said. "Both of us want to make it to the end, and with the way we're playing right now, only one of us is going to do so. That seems like a bit of a gamble to me, don't you think? I would like to strike a deal, an agreement to ensure that we don't have to rest our fates on the luck of the challenge. Right now I have the chance to vote you out, but instead I am going to put my vote on Liz, and I ask you do the same. If you do, then should I win the challenge I will keep you in over Sashonelle. If you don't...well my chances of winning the final challenge are still quite high, but I won't have any deal to honor with you. So the choice is yours."
Confessional:
Scout-It's unfortunate to have to lie, but at this point, quite necessary. I cannot take any chances. I know that this far into the game I simply cannot allow risks. I need Damian and Liz to vote each other so that I can have my best possible chance at making it to the end of the game.
Damian-Scout is pathetic if he thinks he can bully me into doing what he wants...but the sad truth is I was already considering it. If Liz is going to act like this, then I might have to throw her under the bus. But...every time I think about that it just seems like a big red flag. If I do that, I am going to have to win immunity or go home in third. I am not buying into Scout's transparent promises.
Liz found Sashonelle sitting on the ledge of a building.
"Why hello there!" Sashonelle greeted. "What a coincidence running into you!"
Liz just gave her a skeptical stare.
"Okay, too much?" Sashonelle laughed, before sliding down. "I'm glad you found me though."
"Of course, the feminist movement must be salvaged, or we throw away all hope!" Liz exclaimed.
"Mm, yes exactly," Sashonelle said.
"Regardless of strategy, that uncouth little savage just tried to abuse me with his bare hands!" Liz exclaimed.
"Terrible, completely dreadful," Sashonelle sighed.
"We need to stick together, we need to stand strong, we need to rise up against this evil and say we're not going to take it!" Liz shouted as she raised a fist to the air.
"I love it," Sashonelle agreed. "Absolutely."
Liz seemed to give Sashonelle a suspicious eye as she returned to her normal stance.
"Well...good," Liz replied.
Confessional:
Sashonelle-Things seem to be going smoothly. But I'm not totally writing out the idea that this is all some scheme. You never know with these people, you just never know.
Liz-After talking with Sashonelle...I began to notice something with my very astute and keen powers of observation. There's no rage in her heart, no emotion, where's the passion, where's the need for empowerment!? I was nearly raped, and yet she-a fellow woman-can just hair flip that aside as if I told her my tea was too cold!? I can't believe this! She's not with me at all, is she? I just about made a huge mistake, but it's time to rectify it!
(Elimination)
"Welcome final four, oh my, oh goodness, this is all so very exciting!" Jeanette exclaimed as the final four sat down before her. "You've all grown up so fast...where has this summer gone?"
Jeanette wiped away a tear while Chris pushed her aside.
"Okay, enough of that mushy business, this is still very serious!" Chris exclaimed. "One of you is about to have their dreams crushed after coming so very close. Now THAT'S something to cry about!"
"Oh yes, but it won't be Scout who won immunity," Jeanette said. "All the rest of you...be afraid, be very afraid!"
"I think it's safe to say that we're definitely already feeling that way," Sashonelle replied.
"Well good, then we can get right down to the votes!" Jeanette said.
"Only four votes to read this time!" Chris exclaimed. "So every one counts!"
"The first vote," Jeanette announced, "is for...Liz!"
"Hmph," Liz remarked.
"The second vote," Chris said, "is for...Liz!"
Liz scowled.
"The third vote," Jeanette said, "is for...Sashonelle!"
"Very rude," Sashonelle sighed.
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"Liz!"
Liz stood up abruptly.
"This..." she breathed in fury, "is...so...SEXIST!"
Liz turned to glare daggers at the final three. She pointed a hand at Sashonelle.
"And as for you, gender traitor, I am obligated to hope that you win," Liz hissed, "BUT that doesn't mean I can't also hope that you lose all your winnings in a horrible scam before even getting to spend a single cent of it!"
"Toodles, darling," Sashonelle replied coyly.
"Time to go!" Chris said as he grabbed Liz and threw her right over the fence.
"And as for the rest of you," Jeanette said, "Scout, Damian, Sashonelle, you have survived nearly every single thing we've had to throw at you. One more of you will become a zombie, two of you will face off for the grand prize. Breathe a sigh of relief for now, because the next two days will be the fight of your life."
Votes:
Liz-You almost had me, Sashonelle, but I've come to realize something. Damian may be a man, but at least he cares enough to get angry, to show all his vulnerabilities, which you could never do. I'm just glad I caught on before it's too late!
Sashonelle-Hm, maybe I'll regret this, but better safe than sorry. Liz darling, you're either taking a hike or we'll be dueling to the death.
Scout-Unfortunately, Sashonelle is not changing her vote, and I am not risking splitting. Sorry Liz, but you shouldn't be surprised.
Damian-(sighs) Liz, you may have had a change of heart, but you've proven to be completely unreliable. You showed that to me this round. I came to you, I wanted to help you, and you turned me away. You belittled me. Well let it be known that this is my decision, my own, to say that I am done putting up with you. If I come to regret it then that's on me and nobody else.