Ah! It's been another two months! God, what is wrong with me!?

In other news, this guy called NoahCarnes found a post I made on DeviantArt saying he had fake guest reviews on his fanfic, and he made a sock account called 'BulliedPeopleDefense' and sent me posts saying that I was 'cyber-bullying'.

Keep in mind that I never directly PM'd him before, or even bothered to report his fic (I would have if I knew how to use the report feature).

I would say I hope the next update won't take as long, but maybe it'll be quicker if I don't jinx it? Have I jinxed it already?


Euro-Drama Farmyard - Episode 24, Part 2 -Who Gives a Sheet?

After about ten minutes of the contestants chatting to each other, one of the interns came in and whispered into Lara's ear.

"Okay! The challenge is ready! Everyone follow me!" Lara announced.

"And me too, but, you know, who cares?" Adrijana muttered.


[Confessional: NoahCarnes, stop making sock accounts to attack me on DeviantArt

Hadi (Israel): Why didn't they just set it up earlier in the morning? That's bad organisation?]


Lara and Adrijana lead the contestants towards the cabins. Or, at least, what remained of them.

"My work is here is done," Intern #3 giggled as she and Intern #2 drove off in a demolition truck.

"Oh my ****ing Jesus!" Carolyn exclaimed. "Er…pardon my French."

"As an offensive speaker, I find that very French," Emilia commented. They both laughed a little, before continuing to gasp at the destroyed cabins.

"Okay, here's today's challenge!" Lara announced. "You will all be building your own personal sheds."

"Classy," Rikard said sarcastically.

"Scattered around the farm you will find stations with different materials – there are a total of six stations – one for deck piers, one for nails, one for support beams, one for plywood sheeting, one for tar paper, and a junk pile for extra stuff. Also, here's an instruction manual to help you – share it amongst yourselves."

"Eek!" Rikard squeaked, ducking as the manual came in his direction.

"The houses will be judged by Noah and Dawn, and the top 4 houses will win immunity. Tonight, ONLY the immune players will be voting," Adrijana stated.

A few of the contestants gasped at this.

"Interesting," Petros commented as he tapped his chin.

"Well, no time to delay. Let the challenge…begin!" Lara announced.

Several of the contestants immediately tried to grab the manual.

"Let go of it!" Katerina yelled as she and Ilene tried to get hold of it.

"It's ours!" Emilia pleaded as she and Lou also tried to get hold of it.

"Let's go while the others are distracted," Petros advised Carolyn.

"Hey, we should go to the junk pile first," Carolyn suggested. "The extra stuff will get us the win."

"It's ours!" Katerina and Ilene screamed.

"It's ours!" Lou and Emilia screamed back.

"I'll…uh…see you later," Rikard said as he dashed off.

Pavils and Symon stood aside and Pavils whispered something into Symon's ear. Symon looked at him and nodded, when Sanna came charging in on her wheelchair, colliding with the crowd.

They all fell back leaving the book to fly up in the air. Hadi looked set to be the first person to catch it, when Pavils suddenly somersaulted in and grabbed the book.

"Come on!" he exclaimed, beckoning Symon to follow behind him.

"Hey, share it with us too!" Katerina protested as she and Ilene ran behind them.

"We want it for ourselves!" Lou added as he and Emilia also ran after them


[Confessional: Sometimes I forget that Pavils is a break dancer

Symon (Ukraine): Anyone else noticed Pavils hasn't done that much break-dancing this season? Last time he would always jump all over the place.


Lou (Cyprus): So we didn't get the manual? Minor setback. If we can just get to the stations as fast as we can, we should be fine.

Seriously? Have you seen Emilia run?


Hadi (Israel): Psh, I didn't need a manual. I'm great at building sheds. [he fidgets a bit]]


Katerina, Kelija and Ilene rushed across the field.

Ilene panted as she tried to keep up.

"How long do you think it will be before we find a station?" she asked between breaths.

"Can't be too much longer," Katerina replied, before pointing ahead. "And here we are."

The three of them skidded to a halt as they reached the 'plywood sheeting' station.

"How many of these do we need?" Ilene asked.

"I don't know. We don't have the manual," Katerina groaned. "How big should the shed be?"

"Hmm…" Ilene responded as she examined the sheets. "We'll need some for the floor, the walls, the roof. Is there some other side I've forgotten about?"

Katerina tapped her chin, before her eyes went wide.

"Kelija! No! Get back from there!" she yelled, pulling her cat away, but it was too late. Kelija had ripped up several of the sheets.

"Never mind. It's a setback for someone else," Ilene told her.

"Good point," Katerina giggled, before they grabbed some sheets and set off.


Pavils and Symon were running in another direction. Pavils had the manual tucked under his arm.

"Okay, it doesn't matter where we go. We just need to get to a station," Symon muttered.

"Hey, look over there!" Pavils exclaimed, and the two rushed over to the junk pile. "Alright, what do we have here?"

"We need stuff that's impressive, but easy to install," Symon said as he rummaged through the pile.

"Whatever you say, boss," Pavils responded. "Mine! Mine!"

"Damn it! I wish I'd gotten that first," Symon said sarcastically, for Pavils had just grabbed a plastic flamingo.

"I dunno, I just think it'll look good," Pavils said in defense.

Symon just shrugged at this, before rooting through the pile himself. "Okay, stuff to stand out…"

Symon was out of Pavils' sight in seconds. By now, he'd also grabbed an American flag and some linoleum flooring.

"You gonna be much longer?" Pavils asked.

"Leave if you want," came Symon's muffled voice. "But let me look at the manual later."

"No problem," Pavils nodded.

As he began to walk off, Rikard rushed over, only to point at Pavils and scream.

"Oh my gosh! A plastic flamingo! Mine! Mine!" Rikard squealed.

"Sorry, dude, finders' keepers," Pavils said snarkily as he ran off, only for Rikard to run after him.

"Give me that!" Rikard screamed, catching up to Pavils and grabbing his arm.

Instinctively, Pavils swung the ornament he was holding into Rikard's face. Rikard briefly screamed before collapsing to the ground.

"Oh, f**k," Pavils groaned, slapping himself in the face, before running off.


[Confessional: It's so hard to get started on a chapter, and then I somehow do the second half in one night

Pavils (Latvia): Great! I knocked out Rikard! That's what I needed! Another reason for people to get pissed at me.

[facepalms] It's a miracle that I'm still here.]


"And here we are!" Emilia squealed as she and Lou reached their first station – the nails.

"So, how many are we going to need?" Lou asked.

"Shoot, we don't have the manual," Emilia sighed. "Meh, just grab as many as you can."

Lou nodded in agreement, and the two of them stuffed their pockets with nails.

"God, these are sharp," Lou commented. "Okay, I think that's all I can…"

"Don't worry, Lou, I've got room to spare," Emilia replied, grabbing the nails in Lou's hand and stuffing them into her bra.

Lou just shook his head at this.

"What do you think of the twist?" he asked.

"What tw…oh yeah, I dunno, it's interesting," Emilia replied. "A shame we broke off the alliance. If we all got immunity we would have had 100% of the vote."

"I'm sure we could get them to agree on someone," Lou stated. "I don't know who I'd want to get eliminated. I mean, now that Sveda and Eloise are finally gone."

"Well, there's still three people left in that alliance," Emilia pointed out. "Picking them off would be a good move."

"I agree," Lou nodded. "But who to go with first?"

"That's a tricky one," Emilia replied. "On one hand, Pavils…"

"Oh, God," Lou groaned. "What he did to Ilene…Jesus, I would never forgive myself if I wrote something like that."

He straightened his spine as they continued to run.

"But there's no use in getting angry at him. Not again," he sighed to himself.

"Voting him off would be the best punishment," Emilia agreed. "Oh, I still can't believe Carolyn went up to him like that. Sure, it was awful but…how does she know what Ilene wants? She did accept his apology."

"Maybe she had no choice," Lou suggested

"Well…that's dark," Emilia commented.

"How?" Lou asked, before realizing what she meant. "No, I meant, you know, for the good of the alliance."

"I see what you mean," Emilia nodded. "I don't think we should think about it too much at the moment. The challenge is what matters."

"To the next station!" Lou exclaimed, and they both rushed off.


[Confessional: I thought I was making good progress on this a month ago

Lou (Cyprus): What did I tell you? Emilia is amazing at this game!]


"We've already gone past two stations. We're not going to get anything done if we keep looking for the junk station," Petros told his girlfriend as they continued to run around the field.

"Good point," Carolyn agreed as she skidded to a halt. "Let's go back to the last one."

Petros nodded in agreement, before panting and saying, "But no more running. For now."

"Um…fine, for a minute," Carolyn sighed, slowing down. "We could really use immunity though. Only four people will be voting, so if we're immune with the right people, the vote could be unanimous."

"Yeah," Petros nodded. "But who are we going to go with? We just broke the alliance with Emilia and Lou, and we're fresh out of other allies."

"I was thinking Ilene and Katerina," Carolyn suggested. "I mean, they were the ones who told us about the alliance in the first place."

"But we still don't know if they made up the alliance. Sure, it's a small chance…but…I guess there aren't any better choices…"

"Hey, can we start running again? Every second counts."

Petros nodded as they started to run again, "Yeah, sure. The piers are slightly to the left over there."

"I think thinking we should…you know…go into…you know what, I can explain it once we find them," Carolyn responded they carried some of the deck piers along with them.

"Well, we can't actually go up to them. They have Pavils and Symon," Petros pointed out.

"Oh, you're right," Carolyn sighed. "Still, it'd be great. Hey, where was the last place we went?"

"Support beams? I think they were that way," Petros stated, pointing straight ahead as he panted a bit.

"Hey, is there nowhere safe we can put these?" Carolyn asked irritably.

"No. We just carry as much as we can, drop it somewhere, and hope nobody steals it," Petros shrugged.


[Confessional: Could that have a dirty double meaning? Probably not…

Petros (Armenia): Whether or not Katerina made it up, which is unlikely considering how things have unfolded, it will still be a safe elimination if we all win.

But, like I said, there's no way we could get them to agree with it.]


Sanna and Hadi both arrived at the plywood station at the same time.

"Hey, where have you been?" Hadi asked.

"Well, I went to the junk pile, and I got some string lights, a tin of neon blue paint, and this antique stool," Sanna told him.

"Cool," Hadi grinned. "So far I've just got tar paper."

"So…the twist," Sanna began

"Yeah, it'd be great if we both got immunity," Hadi agreed. "We'd have half of the vote, and…we might be able to figure out the others' allies."

"How?"

"Easy, we just ask them to vote for someone we think they might be close to, and if they refuse, chances are it's one of their allies," Hadi explained.

"Okay I get it, kind of…" Sanna nodded. "But won't they know if we're allies…I mean…voting with each other regular…you know what I mean."

"I'll just tell them that I have a plan and that I've already got Sanna on my side," Hadi shrugged. "You'll have nothing to worry about."

"Cool," Sanna nodded. "Just wondering, if you could eliminate someone right now, who would go with?"

"I don't know – Pavils is still a huge asshole, it's pretty obvious that he hasn't changed," Hadi answered. "Also, we know about how Symon impersonated Jessie to get her eliminated – you never know what he'll do next."

"Those are good choices," Sanna stated. "Katerina would also be good – she's been getting a lot of immunities lately."

"Yeah," Hadi nodded. "Guess we'll wait and see. Hey, there's the next station."

As they rushed towards the 'Support Beams' station, Sanna asked him, "Do you want me to carry your tar paper?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," Hadi nodded.


[Confessional: The author just ate one of those sharing Aero mint bars – by himself

Hadi (Israel): Hopefully nobody gets suspicious that we're doing the challenge together. Eh, as long as we act like we just happened to bump into each other…


Sanna (Denmark): I know I said I didn't want to get too involved in strategy, but when there's only four people voting, it's necessary to get what you want.]


"You are so retarded," Symon sighed, chuckling a little as he ran with Pavils.

"I know, you've already said it four times," Pavils groaned.

"I mean, seriously. How did you manage to knock out Rikard?"

"I already told you. He tried to grab the flamingo, I went with my instincts," Pavils replied in defence. "Whether or not it was a good idea doesn't matter."

"Right. Got it," Symon nodded before snorting again. "You are so retarded."

"Hey, another station!" Pavils exclaimed.

They arrived at the same time as Sanna and Hadi.

"Hey," Pavils greeted.

After a couple of seconds, Hadi turned his head to him, "Hello."

"Hey, Symon, how many of these do we need?" Pavils asked.

"Let me see here…" Symon said, before looking at Sanna and Hadi. "Er…could you just come over and read it?"

Suddenly, Sanna appeared behind and started to read, "three 10 by 15's, twelve 5 by…"

"Hey!" Symon exclaimed, holding the book to his chest.

"Three 10 by 15's," Hadi muttered as he grabbed some, and Pavils did the same thing. "Hey, Pavils, can I ask you something?"

"Maybe," Pavils replied.

"What do you think of voting off Lou?"

"I don't know. He's a threat I guess. Why? Do you want to vote with me?" Pavils asked.

"Oh no. I was just being hypothetical," Hadi explained.

"Okay…" Pavils nodded awkwardly. "Are these the right ones?"

"Yeah," Symon nodded. "Can you come over?"

As Pavils walked over to him, Sanna folded her arms and sighed, "You may as well read it out. We'll be able to see which ones he takes."

"Fine," Symon sighed. "Rolling his eyes…"


[Confessional: I can't be bothered to find the right measurements

Symon (Ukraine): So, I started calling out the wrong amounts. I was planning on going back after Sanna and Hadi left and getting the right amounts.

But apparently Hadi knows a thing or two about construction, because he realized what I was doing…]


"Okay, that definitely won't be stable," Hadi stated. "We'll need at least ten of those."

"If you're such a genius, just pick them out yourself," Symon suggested snarkily.

"Okay," Hadi nodded, to which Symon groaned.

"I still want to see it," Sanna said, making her way over to Symon.

"Well too bad," Symon said, rolling his eyes.

"Let me see it!" Sanna yelled as she chased after him.

"Gah!" Symon gasped. "Pavils, catch!"

He feebly threw the book in the air. It landed closer towards Sanna than Pavils, but Pavils managed to dive for it first.

"Nice try…ouch!" Pavils screamed as Sanna ran over him.

"Give me that book," Sanna hissed. "Do you want to do this the easy way…"

"Sanna, I will tip you over if you don't get off me!" Pavils yelled at her.

"Pavils, don't…" Symon warned him.

"Yeah, you must be so strong with your mascara six…EEK!" she screamed as she fell backwards. "Asshole!"

"You were trying to crush my spine!" Pavils snapped.

"Let's get out of here asap," Symon suggested as they grabbed as many planks as they could.

"Good call," Pavils agreed.


[Confessional: Not just for Catholics

Pavils (Latvia): Come on, that one was self-defence.

[folds his arms] I swear to God my back was going to snap in half.


Hadi (Israel): Kudos to Sanna, that was good roleplay. I mean, we didn't really have anything to worry about considering I'd figured out the measurements

Still, I have to admit running over Pavils was a bit far.


Sanna (Denmark): Yeah…I might have got carried away but, oh...squishing Pavils felt so satisfying.


Symon (Ukraine): Wow, Sanna's one determined girl.

[grins and holds up the instructions] But we still have the manual.]


Carolyn and Petros arrived at the plywood station, to find that Emilia and Lou had already got there.

"Oh, this is awkward," Emilia giggled playfully.

Petros' cheeks went red as he scratched under his hat.

"Come on, we can still chit-chat, can't we?" Carolyn said calmly, putting her arm around Emilia and patting her on the back.

"Yeah, totally," Emilia replied. "So, how have you guys been?"

"Well, so far we've got the deck piers," Carolyn replied. "You?"

"Nails," Emilia replied, shaking her bra with her hands. Petros and Carolyn both laughed in amusement. "Say, have you seen Rikard?"

"No," Carolyn replied.

"We…uh…probably wouldn't tell you even if we knew," Petros chuckled.

"Why…oh right," Emilia nodded. "Well, 3 out of 4 is a majority. And that's all we need to get our way."

"Too bad we're going to have to negotiate and shit," Petros sighed.

"Hey, how about we all try and get immunity together," Lou suggested.

Petros was about to respond to this when Emilia beat him to it.

"I think we'll keep looking for Rikard for now," Emilia stated, putting her hand on Lou's arm. "But while you're here, want to play a game?"

"Is this the right time?" Petros asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, it's the perfect time to play tag. It'll get us to the next station quicker," Emilia said excitedly before tapping Carolyn. "You're it."

"Get back here!" Carolyn yelled as she chased after Emilia.


[Confessional: Would Emilia and Beni have been a couple if he'd been in season 1?

Carolyn (United Kingdom): I forgot how hyper Emilia could be sometimes…can someone so sweet really be a traitor?


Emilia (Netherlands): [sighs happily] You know, I think Carolyn is more fun to be around now that we're not allies.]


"Okay, another station right ahead!" Hadi exclaimed as he pushed Sanna towards the deck piers.

"Woo! We're already halfway there!" Sanna cheered.

"Yeah!" Hadi exclaimed, before he fell over. Sanna almost fell over as well but she just managed to keep her chair balanced.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah I just tripped over…Rikard!?" Hadi gasped.

Sanna turned her chair around.

"What the heck happened to him? Is he unconscious?" Sanna asked.

"Looks like it," Hadi replied as he picked up Rikard's wrist. "He still has a pulse. That's good."

"He'll be up in a few minutes. Let's go," Sanna urged him.

"You're determined to win," Hadi stated as he continued to push her chair.


[Confessional: Why do I keep working in short bursts?

Hadi (Israel): I wanted to get immunity, but I really hoped Rikard was okay.


Rikard (Finland): [puts pressure on his forehead] Apparently I was out cold for about twenty minutes. Pavils has a strong swing apparently.]


"Okay, just three stations to go," Katerina squealed as she and Ilene rushed to the next one. "Are you sure our stuff will be safe in that field?"

"No," Ilene grinned. "But it's worth not carrying it around."

"True," Katerina nodded. "So, we should probably get…"

"Stop!" Ilene yelled.

"What?" Katerina asked, before screaming and falling over. "Arrrgh!"

She had accidentally tripped over Rikard, who was still unconscious on the grass.

"Huh?" Rikard mumbled before he got up. "What happened?"

"We don't know. You were knocked out when we found you," Katerina told him.

"What…how…" Rikard muttered in confusion.

"What's the last thing you can remember?" Katerina asked.

"I dunno, I was looking for a station and I saw…Pavils," Rikard groaned, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh no," Ilene sighed. "What did he do?"

"He had this plastic flamingo, and I wanted it…and that's all I remember," Rikard sighed.

Katerina facepalmed, before shaking her head and saying, "Well, I hope you're alright."

"Thank you," Rikard smiled, before getting himself up off the ground and walking off.


[Confessional: Your puppet on a string saved your kisses for me :P

Katerina (Macedonia): [groans] Oh God, what an idiot. The target on his back just keeps getting bigger.


Ilene (Belgium): I'm sure it was probably an accident, but God, Pavils has been having a lot of accidents lately.


Symon (Ukraine): [puts his hand over his mouth and squeaks] Pavils is so retarded.


Rikard (Finland): Looks like I'm way behind. Should I just give up and enjoy the rest of the day?]


"And. You. Are. It!" Emilia squealed as she once again tagged Carolyn.

"Okay, focus!" Petros exclaimed. "Another station right there."

Sure enough, the tar paper pile was right ahead of them.

"Yeah…that's not gonna fit in my bra," Emilia stated.

"We need somewhere to put all the other stuff," Carolyn said.

"But someone could steal it," Petros said worriedly.

"We'll just dump it in the woods somewhere. Nobody will waste their time in there," Emilia stated.

"Sounds good," Lou nodded.

"I guess that could work…maybe…" Petros said hesitantly.

"How about me and Carolyn go put the stuff away, and you and Petros keep getting stuff," Lou suggested.

"Um…why do you want to be with me?" Carolyn asked curiously.

"You know, it keeps things interesting," Lou stated, folding his arms. "For the viewers back home."

"This is why I love him," Emilia muttered, elbowing Carolyn. "Okay! Follow my lead, Petros."

"This should be fun," Petros groaned as he followed behind her.

"I heard that!" Emilia exclaimed, grabbing Petros' arm and pulling him along.

"Alright, me and Petros still need to get some nails and junk," Carolyn said, rubbing her palms as she and Lou continued.

"We need to go to the junk pile too," Lou replied. "And…there's one other one."

He tapped the side of his head as he tried to remember it.

"I'll remember it once I see it," Lou shrugged.


[Confessional: Really hope New York or Ohio wins 50 States of Song.

Petros (Armenia): You know, I haven't talked to Emilia that much since the whole Marios and Adrijana fiasco.


Emilia (Netherlands): Okay, I should probably tone it down a bit. Don't want to make Petros too nervous. [taps her index fingers together]]


"So…it's been a while since we've spoken. You know, one on one," Emilia said as she and Petros walked through the woods, still carrying all the supplies from the challenge.

"Yeah," Petros nodded awkwardly. "After the…and that…"

"I was spying on Marios and Adrijana...um…having the time of their lives, you arrived at the wrong time, you got the blame, then you blackmailed me…God, we've had an interesting history," Emilia rattled off the top of her head.

"Saying it…uh…doesn't make it…um…any less awkward," Petros added before tightening his lips.

Emilia giggled a bit before shaking her hair. "So…see any good spots?"

"Hmm…I like that tree," Petros replied, pointing at a large tree to their right.

"You know, I see what you mean. That is a brilliant tree," Emilia nodded, before they hurried over to the tree in question to hide their stuff.

As they finished dumping everything on the ground, they heard some long and high-pitched sighing from nearby.

"Huh…" Rikard said in a huffy tone as he approached them from nearby. "Huh…"

Emilia gasped before grabbing Petros and hiding both of them behind the tree.

"What was that for?" Petros hissed.

"If he sees us, he might ask questions," Emilia whispered.

Rikard came by with his hands in his pockets, still sighing heavily.

"Stupid Pavils," he groaned to himself. "Knocking me out with that stupid flamingo."

As he continued to plod along the path, Emilia let out an unexpected sneeze.

Rikard's eyes went wide, and he turned around.

Emilia held her breath as she reluctantly waited for whatever was next.

Rikard then touched his hand on his one of the trees and swung himself around, spotting Emilia and Petros.

Neither of them seemed to be able to speak.

"Uh…" Rikard said, a big smile on his face.

"Hi…Rikard," Emilia greeted. "I was…hiding my stuff for somewhere…I mean, hiding my stuff somewhere. You know, for the challenge. And Petros and I happened to pick the same place. Isn't that…weird?"

"Yeah…very weird," Rikard replied, still trying to control his laughter. "Where's Lou?"

"Lou went to go to more stations with C…carefulness…in his journey," Emilia responded.

"And Petros? Where's Carolyn these days?" Rikard asked, his hands behind his back.

"She…um…to more stations…as well. She's…" Petros replied, before shaking his head.

"I better head back," Emilia said.

"Yeah, me too," Petros replied, and they both got up to leave.

"Do you want to come with us?" Emilia asked.

"No thanks," Rikard replied as the two of them set off.

As they began their walk, Rikard turned his head to look at their piles, and said, "Hmmm…"

"Don't even think about it, Rikard!" Emilia yelled at him.

"What? I wouldn't..." Rikard said innocently before rushing off in another direction


[Confessional: Chapter 52 was the first chapter in 20 chapters to get 2 reviews xD

Rikard (Finland): I don't know what the f**k that was, but…eh…can't really be assed to go into it.

And come on, I wasn't really going to steal from their piles. You guys believe me, right?

Confessional: No. But you can't hear me so it doesn't matter.


Petros (Armenia): [groans] Well that was a disaster. We should have just stayed where we were and acted natural…

Emilia (Netherlands): Yeah, that f**ked up completely but, hey, it was worth a try.

Worst case scenario, Rikard thinks we're secretly snogging each other.

Actually, that's a pretty awful scenario. I shouldn't be happy about that.]


"Hey, Pavils," Symon said as they came close to the plywood station.

Pavils turned his head away and stuck up his nose.

"Pavils? You there? Earth to Pavils Pakalu!" Symon continued, running over to Pavils' other side and waving his hands.

"Not listening! Not listening!" Pavils yelled as he turned his head the other way and folded his arms.

"Aw, too bad. Guess you won't be able to hear that you are RETARDED!" Symon shouted at him.

"That's enough!" Pavils snapped at him.

"Okay, calm down. You know I'm just messing with you," Symon chuckled. "Oh…f**k."

The two stood in front of the station, to find the plywood sheets left were the ones that Kelija had ripped up earlier.

"God damn it," Pavils groaned as he picked them up in disgust. "Who the hell did this?"

"Does it matter?" Symon asked irritably. "We're screwed. We can't build a shed with no floor."

"And after I managed to get the manual too," Pavils groaned. "There's only one thing to do."

"Yeah…unfortunately…" Symon sighed.

"We're gonna have to give the manual to Katerina and Ilene," Pavils added.

"Yeah…wait, what?" Symon responded.

"Well, they're our allies. If we can get them immunity, then we'll be safer," Pavils explained.

"Oh, I was going to say we should find someone else's pile and switch the sheets around," Symon stated.

"I like that idea better. Let's go," Pavils nodded.

"Good that you agree that I'm the smart one," Symon grinned, giving Pavils a nudge.

"Symon, I swear to God," Pavils groaned, shoving him away.


[Confessional: I'm starting to wonder if the espresso is just a placebo

Pavils (Latvia): I get it! Knocking out Rikard was stupid! No need to rub it in you PIECE OF S**T!

[takes a deep breath] Good to get that out of my system


Symon (Ukraine): [sighs in satisfaction] This is a fun challenge so far


Hadi (Israel): Sanna went to hide our stuff somewhere while I keep looking for stations.]


Lou and Carolyn were busy rummaging through the junk pile when Hadi approached the station.

"Hey guys," he greeted as he put his hands behind his back and took a look around.

"Good day," Carolyn greeted as she held an armful of throw pillows.

"Oh, hi Carolyn," Hadi nodded politely. "Seen anything good?"

"I think we're the last ones here. Everything good has been taken," Lou sighed.

"Eh, Ilene's still single," Hadi shrugged.

Lou shot him a weird stare.

"I'm not funny," Hadi sighed to himself as he continued to search. "Hey, what's this? Oh, kick-ass."

He unrolled a poster he found on the ground to find that it was a screenshot from Super Mario Bros.

"I wonder if there's any other posters," Hadi pondered as he continued to wander around.

Hey, that rhymed

Fuck off, inner critic. You got replaced by the disclaimer ages ago.

Disclaimer – Hey, did someone say my name?

Back to the start of the chapter with you

Confessional: What's going on, guys? We having a party.

No! Can I get back to telling the story now?

Fine

Confessional: Do what thou wilt

Disclaimer – Nah, I'm gonna hang around for a bit

[author chokes him]

Disclaimer – Hey, confessional, wait up!

"Hey, a paintbrush," Lou said excitedly, picking up a large one. "Wonder if there's any paint to go with it."

"We shouldn't spend too much longer here. I still need to get some nails," Carolyn replied.

"Are you two working together?" Hadi asked as he picked up another post – this time one that was Metroid themed.

Lou tried to come up with a response, but Carolyn beat him to it.

"Oh, no, I was just talking to myself," Carolyn giggled casually.

"Okay," Hadi nodded. "No way! A Zelda poster."


[Confessional: The fox and the dork

Lou (Cyprus): Phew, that was close.


Carolyn (United Kingdom): [a little worried] I don't think I sounded suspicious. I've improvised loads of times in vlogs.


Hadi (Israel): [taps his chin] Note to self – if Lou or Carolyn gets immunity, ask them to vote off the other.]


As Hadi left the junk pile carrying his posters, a lava lamp, and a furry metallic-blue rug, Sanna wheeled her way up to him.

"Hey, I hid everything," she said.

"Well, it just so happens that I'm finished getting stuff," Hadi responded.

"Oh…damn…" Sanna said, a little concerned.

"Don't worry about it," Hadi assured her. "Where did you hide the stuff?"

"Behind the music room," Sanna told him.

"There's a music room?" Hadi asked in surprise.

"Yeah. Did you not know?" Sanna asked, looking rather incredulous.

"No!" Hadi exclaimed, still with a look of disbelief on his face. "Where is it?"

"You know what? I'll get the stuff. I'll meet you where the Mantises cabin used to be," Sanna offered.

"Alrighty," Hadi nodded as he waved her off.


[Confessional: Fuck, athlete's foot is itchy. Don't know how Eloise handled it

Hadi (Israel): A music room!? Did people use this room a lot?]


Katerina and Ilene walked across the field, carrying their tar paper and junk.

"Okay, looks like we got everything," Katerina stated. "Are we close to our stuff?"

"Yeah, it should be right over there," Ilene responded. Sure enough, there was a pile of construction items not far away.

"Alright then! Let's get building!" Katerina cheered as they landed before the pile. "Wait. Where's everything gone?"

Almost to her word, everything was missing besides the support beams and the plywood sheets. The latter had been ripped up.

"Where are the piers and the nails?" Ilene asked, her mouth wide open.

"And the sheets! These look like the ones that Kelija ripped up," Katerina added. "Someone raided us!"

"Well…do you think we have time to go back and get more stuff?" Ilene asked as she fidgeted with her hair.

"I don't think so, but we could try," Katerina replied in an unusually high pitched tone.

The two of them swiftly picked up what they were left with and hurried off.


[Confessional: Primitive folk made do with hair before they had fidget spinners

Symon (Ukraine): Pavils and I were just going to switch the sheets, but we still had two more stations and we didn't know how much longer we had left so…we, um, got a bit carried away.


Katerina (Macedonia): Oh damn…I've been on an immunity streak, and I was in the bottom 3 last time. I can't go home…not at this point…


Ilene (Belgium): I may have come close a few days ago, but I've been safe the last two ceremonies, so…hopefully I'll be fine?

Pavils and Symon should hopefully be safe since they've got the manual, right? Maybe that will save us from elimination?]


"Okay!" Pavils exclaimed as he dumped all their stuff in the grassy field. "Looks like we're the first ones here."

"Immunity, here we come!" Symon cheered. "Could I have the manual please?"

"Of course," Pavils beamed. "Just tell me that I'm not a retard."

"Do you want to waste time?" Symon asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Do you?" Pavils shot back.

"You're not a retard, Pavils," Symon grinned. "I wouldn't have the manual if it wasn't for you."

"Thank you," Pavils smiled, tossing the manual at Symon. "So, I never actually saw what junk you got."

"Oh," Symon said as he gathered up his junk. "I got a wind-up radio, an antique umbrella, a garden gnome, an oil lamp, and this rug…which I think might be from Turkmenistan."

"How can you tell?" Pavils asked.

"My grandma has a similar pattern in her house. She got it from Turkmenistan," Symon stated.

"Oh, okay," Pavils nodded before looking back at Symon. "Where is Turkmenistan?"


[Confessional: Not in the final of NNMC. That's for sure :p

Symon (Ukraine): Kudos to Pavils – other than that stupid flamingo, he got some pretty cool stuff too. Some glow in the dark tape, a couple of Yugoslav football posters, and an American flag. It doesn't get any cooler than that.]


Emilia and Lou were next to arrive, with Petros and Carolyn coming about ten seconds later.

"Not suspicious," Symon muttered at Pavils as they continued to work on the foundation. Pavils just rolled his eyes.

"Okay, congrats on getting this far!" Adrijana announced as she and Lara came over to them. She read off a notecard, "When it's convenient, you may take a mattress and a sheet from the pile over there."

"You never told us about that," Pavils said sourly.

"We were going to, but you were too busy trying to get Symon to stop calling you a retard," Lara shrugged.

Emilia and Lou both snorted at this.

"Yeah, laugh all you want! We have got the manual!" Pavils jeered, holding it up for them to see.

"Pavils, I was still reading that," Symon hissed at him.

"Sorry," Pavils apologised, giving it back.


[Confessional: I had something important to say but I forgot what it was

Emilia (Netherlands): We may have gone to the junk pile pretty late, but even so, I did manage to grab this big sheet of glittery stickers.

Oh, also, this Bill Clinton bobblehead.

[puts on deep American voice] I did not sleep with that girl. Hillary is my one and only.

Lou (Cyprus): Lucky. All I got was a paintbrush.

Emilia: What? That's it? Not even some paint to go with it?

Lou: No. And I was so busy looking for some that I forgot to get anything else.]


"Do you think Katerina and Ilene are going to be much longer?" Symon asked Pavils.

"I don't know. Why?" Pavils responded.

"Well, we should probably share the manual with them. If we all got immunity, we could vote however we want," Symon stated.

"Yeah. But we should make it look like they stole it from us – maybe we could keep stealing it back and forth," Pavils suggested.

"Not a bad idea at all," Symon smiled, giving Pavils a pat on the back.

As they got back to working on the shed, Hadi and Sanna arrived.

"Hadi. Get to work with your shed. Mattress and sheet can be taken at any time," Lara told him as he stood before her and Adrijana. "Sanna, same with you."

"Wait a minute!" Symon exclaimed. "Sanna and Hadi have plywood sheets. So do all the others. And Rikard was knocked out so he probably didn't do anything…oh [Ukrainian swear world]!"

"What's wrong?" Pavils asked, before it hit him. "Oh s**t!"


[Confessional: Originally the top 5 were meant to get immunity, but the author forgot and it was easier to change it instead of editing the entire chapter

Symon (Ukraine): [slaps his face] We switched Katerina and Ilene's sheets! Goodbye 100 percent of the vote.


Pavils (Latvia): [slaps his face] Symon is such a retard.]


After they had finished driving in the deck piers, Emilia and Lou scratched their heads, wondering what they should do next.

Lou sighed to himself as he looked between Pavils and Symon, who were looking through the manual, and Hadi, who was flying ahead with instinct alone.

"This is hopeless," he groaned. "We're never going to get anywhere without the manual."

"Maybe this calls for some…instant action!" Emilia exclaimed, before running over to Symon and diving for the manual.

"Hey!" Symon yelled as he chased after Emilia.

This lasted for about a minute, before Symon puffed, "I'm out of breath. Pavils, help me out."

Pavils rolled his eyes before getting up and chasing after Emilia.

"You can't catch me! You can't catch me!" Emilia teased as she ran around the field.


[Confessional: I'm tired, but who knows when I'll have another burst of inspiration?

Symon (Ukraine): This lasts for about five minutes, and then we agree to share it because none of us will get to see it if it keeps getting tossed around.

And then Lou and Emilia decide to 'invite' Petros and Carolyn to read it too.

Ugh, looks like it's anyone's game from here.


Sanna (Denmark): So the six of them are now sharing the manual, and I ask them if I can see it too, and then Pavils says, and I quote, 'Fuck the fuck off, Sanna', and nobody else seems to care.

Not like I needed the manual with Hadi on my side. I just didn't want to look suspicious.]


A montage of the contestants putting their sheds together is shown.

Petros and Carolyn hammering nails into the side of Carolyn's shed, only for Carolyn to accidentally hammer one of her fingers

Emilia taking a look at the instruction manual, only to have it whisked away by Symon. Emilia grabs Symon's leg, making him trip over and drop the book.

Katerina and Ilene reaching the plywood sheets station, only to find that nothing is left. Ilene slaps herself in the face while Katerina falls to the ground and starts banging her fists on the grass.

Sanna opening her tin of paint and realising she doesn't have a brush. Shrugging her shoulders, she dips her hands in the bucket and starts spreading the neon blue paint all over the walls.

Hadi placing the Mario poster on the wall, and sighing in happiness

Lou picking up the hammer and scraping it into the wall. It makes a mark, and he looks at it and smiles.


[Confessional: As you do

Sanna (Denmark): Seriously? Was it so hard to put a paintbrush with it? Oh well, not like it mattered that much.]


"And time is up!" Lara announced as she and Adrijana walked back over to them. "Three people didn't even bother finishing the challenge, which means less time judging!"

"We're not even judging," Adrijana pointed out.

"I know. Less time having to wait around," Lara shrugged.

"Woo! Noah and Dawn are back!" Emilia squealed, clapping her hands.

"We've been here the whole time," Noah said, rolling his eyes.

"Really? You barely ever do anything," Emilia added.

"So, let's go from left to right," Dawn suggested. "Pavils, you're up first!"

"Okay, then!" Pavils exclaimed as he got off the ground. "This shed may look a little plain on the outside, but wait till you look inside."


He opened the door and lead them inside.

The walls were decorated with golden reflective tape, and Yugoslav and Slovenian posters were nailed to the walls.

"Impressive! A nice collaboration of everything I hate," Noah noted, before Dawn nudged him.

"I like it. It's got a nice theme to it," she stated, before the two of them left.

Noah accidentally tripped over the plastic flamingo on his way out.

"Sorry," Pavils said, his hands behind his back.


They entered Symon's shed next.

"Now this is what I call a good theme," Noah stated, as he looked around.

"I agree. It's got a nice retro feel to it," Dawn added. "Where did you find this radio?"

She picked up a wind-up radio that was placed by the bed.

"In the…pile," Symon replied awkwardly.

"I like what you've done with the umbrella," Dawn added.

An antique umbrella hung from the ceiling, being used as a makeshift lamp-shade for an oil lamp.

"It's creative. I'll give it that," Noah stated. "Who's next?"


Noah rolled his eyes as she looked around Carolyn's shed.

She stood before the two judges, looking nervous. Several of her fingers had been bandaged up.

Some toy horses were arranged in one of the corners, and a piece of red felt was hung on the wall.

The throw-pillows she had gathered earlier were all dumped on the bed.

"Let's move on," Noah stated.


Carolyn sighed to herself as the two of them left.

Petros' shed was the next to be inspected.

"This is…interesting," Dawn stated as she walked in.

Messages were carved on the wall, or nailed to the wall on slips of paper that had been typed with the typewriter.

Most of the carved messages were in Armenian, and most of the typed messages were in English.

"I like it," Noah stated. "Nice minimal design. I'm guessing you were one of the last people at the junk pile."

"I didn't even get to go myself," Petros muttered.


Next up was Emilia's shed.

Noah spent about five seconds looking around at the glittery stickers all over the wall, and the Bill Clinton bobble-head in the corner before saying, "Lame."


Lou's room had quite a different reaction.

He had carved beautiful artwork into the walls, on both the inside and the outside, depicting beautiful men and women.

Also, there was a single paintbrush nailed to the wall, but nobody seemed to pay attention to that.

"Impressive," Noah stated. "Who are these people meant to be?"

"I believe they're Greek gods and goddesses," Dawn told him.

Lou nodded at this.

"Well, it's very well made. I can pretty much confirm that you'll have immunity tonight," Noah stated before the two of them left the shed.

"YES!" Lou exclaimed, jumping up and pumping his fist.


[Confessional: Kind of wished he'd gotten this far in season 1

Lou (Cyprus): Yes! Final 9! I cannot describe how amazing it is to have got this far.

Worried about Emilia though – hopefully she and Rikard can get immunity too.


Lara (Slovenia, Host): Come on, Lou, pay attention for once!]


"Sanna…this is…very bright," Noah stated, squinting his eyes as he gazed at the neon blue walls.

"I think it looks cool," Dawn commented, pointing up at the wall. "I like the coloured lights. Has a nice new-age feel."

"Yeah, that's what I was going for," Sanna said, putting her hands in her pockets.


[Confessional: Am I what's causing the slow updates?

Sanna (Denmark): I accidentally made what Dawn wanted. Bonus!]


"And lastly, we have Hadi's shed," Dawn stated as they walked into the shed at the far right.

"Hey," Hadi greeted as he turned a wooden handle by the bed, which made the top half of the mattress pop up. "What do you think?"

Dawn and Noah gazed at Nintendo posters that were nailed to the wall, as well as the lava lamp and the metallic blue rug on the ground.

"It's okay, I suppose," Noah stated, before they both walked out.


[Confessional: Faroe Islands has a better music industry than Pakistan

Hadi (Israel): Kind of disappointed to be honest. I would have expected more from Noah.


Noah (Canada): It just wasn't that creative. I'm not going to like everything geek related.]


"Okay! Noah and Dawn have decided our lucky immunity winners!" Lara announced. "The first contestant to receive immunity and go to the final 9 is…"

"Lou."

"I already expected it," Lou shrugged as Emilia hugged him tightly.

"The second person is…" Adrijana continued.

"Symon."

Symon nodded his head in satisfaction at this.

"Third person to receive immunity…" Lara announced

"Petros."

"Wha…" Petros said in shock.


[Confessional: There must be something in the water IT'S MAKING THE FROGS GAY

Symon (Ukraine): One step closer to the end for me. I still can't believe this is only my second immunity so far.


Petros (Armenia): I haven't gotten immunity since the first episode of the merge. Wow, this is amazing. The final 9. I'm in the top 25%.]


"And the final person to get immunity is…" Adrijana concluded.

"Sanna."

"Yay!" Sanna cheered, before putting her hands to her face and shaking her head.

"With that, you four have an hour to cast your votes, and we'll see you at the elimination ceremony," Lara announced. "As always, two more contestants will be voted out tonight."


[Confessional: How can one make the final 7 last year but be second to lose this year?

Sanna (Denmark): It's official! I'm the only contestant to make the final 10 twice in a row.

And I'm still hoping to be the only one to make the finale twice in a row.


Petros (Armenia): Okay, there's two alliances to pick off. And I'm not even sure if either of them exist.

Assuming Lou and Emilia's new alliance does exist, they'll have 5 out of 9 votes from now on, which means it would be very hard to beat them, especially if you're someone who barely ever gets immunity

[points at himself]

The problem is that Lou and Sanna both have immunity, and I can't convince to them to vote off one of their alliance members.

I guess that leaves me with [shudders] Symon.]


Petros wandered across the field in search for Symon, when the guy in question suddenly appeared next to him.

"Hey, Petros," Symon greeted.

"Oh, hello. I was looking for you," Petros said.

"So, I assume Carolyn told you about the big alliance," Symon said.

"Yeah, she did. How do you know about it?" Petros asked.

"Oh, you know, Ilene told Pavils, Pavils told me, things don't stay secret for long around here," Symon explained.

"Okay," Petros nodded. "So, I was thinking we should vote off Hadi."

"Why Hadi? He's barely a threat," Symon asked.

Petros hesitated for a moment, "And that's why we should vote him out. I mean, neither of us have gotten many immunities – it's important that there are threats for people to vote off so we can slip through every time."

"You make a good point," Symon nodded. "But at the same time, I would be afraid of facing Emilia in the finale. She's a real all-rounder, you know what I mean? She's smart, she's agile, and…well…she's strong enough to kick either of our asses."

"And that's why we should keep her in for now. Save her for when we're on the chopping block," Petros insisted.

"Yeah, I'm not seeing your train of thought. But how about we vote off Emilia and Hadi?" Symon suggested. "You give 2 and I give her 3. I give him 2 and you give him 3."

"Er…I'll think about it," Petros said hesitantly, before walking off.

Symon rolled his eyes as Petros walked off


[Confessional: Imagine how much happier we'd be if everything was objective?

Symon (Ukraine): Petros doesn't believe that the alliance exists. Eh, I'm not too surprised.

Still, how do I break down his alliance? I mean, it's either his or mine?

There's no way I'm voting with Lou but…maybe Sanna would vote off Emilia or Carolyn? Guess I'll see…


Petros (Armenia): Does Symon know about the alliance I had with Emilia and Lou? There's no either reason he would have been okay with telling me that he has connections with Katerina and Ilene.]


As Petros continued to walk across the field, he was approached by Lou.

"Hey, Petros!" Lou greeted as he ran up beside him.

"Hello," Petros responded with a forced smile.

"So, we talked about who we should vote off…" Lou began.

"Who's we?" Petros asked.

"Me, Emilia and Rikard," Lou confirmed.

"Okay," Petros nodded.

"Well, Emilia said we should focus on getting rid of Katerina's alliance," Lou began.

"Way ahead of you," Petros stated.

"And, you know, Rikard brought up that Sanna really doesn't like Pavils, so the three of us could vote him off," Lou suggested.

"Yeah, that could work," Petros agreed. "So, what do you think of voting off Hadi?"

"Why?" Lou asked.

"Well, he's always slipping through the elimination ceremonies. He barely ever gets any votes. We should get rid of him to keep the rest of us safe," Petros explained.

"Okay…" Lou nodded. "So, who's going to give 3 points to Pavils?"

"I'll give three to Hadi, and two to Pavils. You give three to Pavils, and two to Hadi. I'll go talk to Sanna," Petros answered.

Lou nodded as Petros walked off.


[Confessional: How did any of these characters make the merge?

Petros (Armenia): Lou didn't seem to protest voting off Hadi at all. Could the alliance be made up after all?

Even if it isn't made up, it's better if Katerina's alliance stays with 2 people. Or 3. I can't really tell how loyal Symon is to them. Then Lou and Emilia will keep voting them off instead of me and Carolyn. For a while, anyway.]


Sanna was eating in the mess hall when Symon came in.

"Hi, Symon," Sanna greeted.

"So, who are you voting for?" Symon asked.

"I don't know. Pavils, probably," Sanna replied.

"Well, I was wondering if you would vote for Emilia and Carolyn with me," Symon requested.

"Why?" Sanna asked.

Symon was about to continue when Petros walked into the mess hall.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself.

"Uh…hey," he said awkwardly. "I'm getting some food."

Symon continued to whisper to Sanna as Petros went up to the counter.


[Confessional: I'm not…I forget what I was going to say next

Sanna (Denmark): Symon told me about how Petros, Emilia, Carolyn and Lou have this secret alliance, and I should vote Carolyn and Emilia off.

And then after he left, Petros came up to me and said that Katerina, Ilene, Pavils and Symon are in an alliance, and I should vote off Pavils and Katerina.

I don't know if either of them is telling the truth, but I don't really care.

I'm still giving three to Pavils. He has completely overstayed his welcome.

And I guess I'll give two to Carolyn. I don't know her as well as Emilia.


Petros (Armenia): When I was talking to Sanna, she confirmed for me that Symon knew about my alliance. Of course, I denied it, but at least it confirms that the alliance with Hadi and Sanna was made up…probably. I don't know…

I'm still going to eliminate Hadi.

[gets out a typewriter] So, Sanna will probably give three to Pavils, and let's just say…two to Carolyn and one to Emilia.

Symon might give Emilia three because he knows Sanna will put Carolyn first. Or maybe he'll put Carolyn first because he knows she'll probably give 3 to Pavils…I'll go with the worst case scenario…

Also, Symon might give one or two points to Hadi – you know, to stop Pavils from getting eliminated. I'll guess one point.

So if I give three to Hadi, and Lou gives three to Pavils…then Pavils will get 7, Hadi will get 6, and Carolyn will get 5.

But Hadi might get 5 if Symon doesn't give him any points. Though I don't know if he will…

But if me and Lou both give three to Hadi…the Pavils will get 7, Hadi will get about 6 or 7, and Carolyn will get 5.

But what if she gives 3 to Carolyn…eh, it's unlikely.

But I think I'll get Lou to change his vote.


Lou (Cyprus): Petros gave me this really long explanation about why I should give three to Hadi instead of Carolyn. It was super confusing…

I'm going to stick with three to Pavils. I think it's more important that we get rid of the other alliance. Does it really matter that much if people are getting barely any votes?


Rikard (Finland): [raises an eyebrow] Why did Petros bring a typewriter into the confessional?]


The final eleven contestants stood on stumps before Adrijana, Lara, and a campfire.

"Congratulations to you all for making it this far," Adrijana stated. "One of you will soon go down in history as one of the winners of this show. But for two of you, the journey ends here."

"There are nine marshmallows on this plate," Lara continued. "The first four marshmallows go to our immune players – Lou, Petros, Sanna and Symon."

The aforementioned contestants cheered as they grabbed their tokens of immunity. That was all except for Petros, who shot Lou an irritated glare.

"Now onto the exciting bit," Adrijana said in satisfaction. "The next marshmallow goes to the only person who did not receive any points…"

"Ilene."

Ilene took a breath of relief as she put her head in her hands. She then proceeded to get up and take her marshmallow.


[Confessional: Watched Mulan two days ago. It was good, other than that epic training song, which is probably the best Disney song ever.

Ilene (Belgium): I can't believe it. I almost went home a few days ago, and since then I've only got one point]


"In increasing number of votes…" Lara added.

"Rikard."

"Kickass!" Rikard blurted out as he leapt off his stump.


[Confessional: Never judge a book by its orientation

Rikard (Finland): Would you look at that? I was fourth boot last time, and now I'm in the final 9. Suomi 2016 bitches!]


"Emilia."

Emilia took a loud gasp before squealing her head off as she ran into Lou's arms.


[Confessional: Blackbirds do sing you fucktards!

Emilia (Netherlands): Oh my gosh! I thought I might be going home tonight. I wasn't even in the bottom 4. Go me!]


"Katerina."

"Oh, thank you," Katerina gasped.


[Confessional: Katerina isn't dancing alone tonight!

Katerina (Macedonia): Yes! Macedonia's finally in the top 10! And we can still get our first win!

[shakes her head] I thought I had a good chance of going home tonight. But no, I'm still here!]


"Here we are at the bottom 3!" Adrijana announced. "I won't go into why you're here, because the voting with hideously complex as always. Carolyn, Hadi and Pavils - only one of you will play another day."

Petros had his hands and eyes clenched tightly.

"I can confirm that…" Adrijana continued. "Tonight's vote was a tie."

"Another one!?" Emilia exclaimed.

"The tiebreaker for tonight was…"

"Amanda."

"Hm…that could go any way," Lou muttered.

"It wouldn't have had to if you'd changed your vote," Petros hissed at him.

"The last marshmallow of tonight goes to…"

"Carolyn."

Petros fell to the ground in shock, only for Carolyn to rush over and pick him up again.

They both shared a hug.

"Oh well, I'm amazed I even got this far," Pavils chuckled.

"Well, that sucks," Hadi sighed to himself. "But, hey, 10th isn't a bad spot. Or 11th. Who got which position?"

"Pavils came 11th, you came 10th," Adrijana confirmed.

"10th isn't a bad spot," Hadi said finally.

Pavils went over to Symon, who looked pretty irritated.

"Hey, don't worry about me," Pavils assured him.

"That's not why I'm pissed," Symon stated. "It's the final 9 ad Petros still has a four person alliance."

"Kick their asses!" Pavils exclaimed, before patting Symon on the back.

He then approached Katerina and Ilene.

"It's been great working with you guys," he said. "I may not have won your heart. At all. But I really hope you win."

"Thanks," Ilene whispered.

"Hey, good luck in the rest of the game," Hadi whispered as he went past Sanna.

"And so, 11 become 9!" Lara exclaimed. "But only one will win. Tune in next time on Euro…Drama…OOF!"

"No way are you getting it this time!" Adrijana yelled after pushing Lara to the ground. "Euro…Drama…Farmyard!"


Votes:

Lou -
3pts: Pavils
2pts: Hadi
1pt: Katerina


Petros -
3pts: Hadi
2pts: Pavils
1pt: Katerina


Sanna –

3pts: Pavils
2pts: Carolyn
1pt: Katerina


Symon -
3pts: Carolyn
2pts: Emilia
1pt: Rikard


Pavils – 8pts (11th)

Hadi – 5pts (10th)

Carolyn – 5pts

Katerina – 3pts

Emilia – 2pts

Rikard – 1pt

Nul points – Ilene


At this point it's becoming really difficult to eliminate characters but we must keep moving.

Let's start with Pavils. God, there's so much to say about him. I'm really proud with how he turned out. I think I may be even more proud of him than Eloise.

I was able to do a variety of things with him. Have him go from being the asshole he was last season to a genuinely nice guy who just does and says a lot of stupid shit.

So, let's start from the beginning. He comes back, feeling sorry for what he did. He manages to befriend Finn, and even though the rest of the team doesn't like him, he manages to slip through simply because everyone hated Aleksander more. And who wouldn't?

Still, it looked he was doomed to be an early boot, but Adrijana's elimination changed everything. It lead to Pavils making up with Lou and Emilia and overall becoming more accepted into the team.

The first person other than Finn to accept him was Ilene, which kick-started their...unusual...friendship. I liked writing for them because it was a change from the 'friend-zone' arcs usually have the nerd or outcast being turned down.

Other than his interactions with Ilene, I also really liked his unlikely friendship with Symon. They worked off each other great in my opinion, and it somewhat helped Symon grow from being the whiny little shit he was at the start of the merge to being one to watch.

And then there's Hadi.

I have to say, I definitely did not Hadi to make at far as he did. I said before that I found the characters of last season's 'Couples Alliance' to be hard to write about this season - mainly because they've all more or less found their happy endings - even Dani only had to make amends with a couple of people, which she was able to do in the interns' cabin.

And that was case with Hadi - for the pre-merge he was just a background character who never really did that much of significance.

The merge was a different story on the other hand. With the return of Zeferino, and the alliance with Sanna (and Tyge), he took Dani's place of being a leading strategist. Sure, the alliance did crumble pretty early, but I think it was enough to develop his character.

There was also the side-plot with his friends Jake and Hanesha, but that didn't really affect the game so I don't have much to say about it.

If you didn't get a PM from me last time, I can confirm that the next country to return will be Italy, and their contestant will be Os (short for Osvaldo), the 'Biker that Eats Paint'.

For this chapter, the next country to return is...

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Spain (Catalonia)

The newest contestant should hopefully be up in a few days.

And the newest chapter but let's not be optimistic

Other than that, Eurovision was last month. My fav from SF1 was Iceland, who sadly didn't even qualify. Thankfully my favs from SF2 - Croatia and Belarus, both got through (poor Switzerland tho)

The winner was unexpected in my opinion. Even though it was one of the favourites to win, I thought it was a false alarm like Finland 2015. It's an okay winner, I guess, but I'm happy Portugal finally won after 53 years. Looks like the 'longest without winning' torch will be passed to Malta. But at least they've come close before howthefuckdidthatshittylatviansongwinin2002iraloscoisagoddessandyouallknowit.

Also happy that Bulgaria and Moldova managed to top their personal bests. Did you know that Bulgaria has only qualified three times but each time they finished top 5?

Until next time (if ever) please review because it makes me very happy. Makes my dopamine levels skyrocket.