OT: Sorry for the delay…it's been hectic around here lately…
S.T.A.R.S. Camp…
And so after patching up several of their comrades and reestablishing their camp on a bit higher ground, the S.T.A.R.S. tribe is now left with the unenviable task of voting someone off the island. Though it would appear that most everyone has already decided they want to vote for. But we still have to corner them and get their opinion, I mean it's our job. How else do you expect us to pay the rent?
And so in truest spirit of journalism our intrepid cameraman corners Carlos.
"Oh no question, man. That Alyssa chick has got to go. One, she keeps voting for me, two she bitches a lot, and let's not forget that she actually had the audacity to attempt and pick a fight with Wesker about those stupid sunglasses. The chick is nuts, not to mention…"
After ranting on for another five minutes Carlos goes hoarse and the cameraman is able to beat a hasty retreat. The next person he corners is Alyssa.
"Well I found out that the Umbrella team has been voting more than once. Since I feel it is in the best interests of the camp that Carlos and Yoko go…I'm voting for both of them."
After this mind numbing display of treachery, one would normally attribute to Wesker, the cameraman corners Yoko.
"I'm gonna do like Brad and vote for myself" Yoko then breaks down crying. "I wanna go home!"
And so our camera returns to passive mode as Yoko sobs and goes in search of Brad to cry on. Near the campfire the camera picks up and interesting scene between Billy and Rebecca. Apparently they are using the tried and try method of…rock/paper/scissors in or to decide out who to vote of next. Though I didn't know you could actually use rock/paper/scissors to do that…go figure…
Tribal Council Area…
Wesker, our evil yet incredibly handsome host, is still running on a high from the earlier immunity challenge. Apparently evilness is like crack for sadistic bastards, who knew? So he's smiling from ear to ear and actually humming a little tune to himself. This display does nothing to improve the moods of our poor outcasts in the tree, who are anxiously awaiting to see who is voted off next.
In The Tree…
"Oh man, this is bad." Alex is in one of the upper branches, using William's homemade binoculars.
"What could be worse than being drenched like a drowned rat?" Leon huddles a bit closer to Claire. "I mean, we're stuck in a tree, it's raining, and the entire area is flooded. How could things possibly get worse?"
"Albert is smiling and humming."
A universal shudder runs through each of the castaways.
"Yea, things could get worse."
Leon then breaks down crying, much to Claire's dismay…
Back at Tribal Council…
Wesker's smile broadens even further, if that is even possible, as the S.T.A.R.S. tribe steps in and takes their seats. Much like the castaways, the S.T.A.R.S. tribe is none too thrilled to see Wesker in this state. Brad actually goes so far as to faint. This only seems to make Wesker even happier, trust me this is really scary people…
"Now then let's vote and see who is the next one to visit the tree."
Alyssa is the fist to vote. She steps over Brad's prone body and walks to the jar. She quickly makes out two votes and holds them up.
"Carlos I still hate you. Yoko well you're a twit for liking Brad."
She drops the cards in and goes back to her seat. Billy is next, he scribbles out a name, and holds up the card.
"Well after six rounds of rock/paper/scissors I decided that you have to go to the tree Alyssa. Sorry, nothing personal."
Billy drops the card in and takes his seat. Rebecca is next.
"Sorry Alyssa but you know, rock/paper/scissors. Guess you're just unlucky."
Rebecca smiles brightly and takes her seat. Carlos is next. He quickly writes out three separate votes and holds them up.
"Alyssa I hate you with a passion, in fact words cannot even describe the fury of my hate for you. In fact I hate you more than Wesker hates Chris!! And furthermore…"
The show goes to commercial while Carlos continues his tirade. After the brief break we come back to find Carlos tied up and gagged in his seat. Wesker, it seems, had to take matters into his own hands. Which, incidentally, only made his day that much brighter. The smile is getting bigger folks, if Wesker gets to perform many more evil today the poor bastard might overdose.
So while Wesker continues his 'evil high', Jill goes up to vote. She quickly scribbles out a name and holds up the card.
"Sorry Alyssa but you are kinda worthless, besides Carlos threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't vote for you. He's been a tad stressed out lately."
Jill smiles and drops the card in the jar. Next up is Yoko. She scribbles out a name and holds up the card.
"I wanna go home."
She drops the card in the jar and heads back to her seat. By this time Brad has finally come around and just in time to vote too. He scribbles out a name and holds up the card.
"Bet you thought I was gonna vote for myself…not this time baby! Alyssa you keep picking on my little snookers Yoko. For that you must…DIE!! DIE A HORRIBLE EVIL AND HORRENDOUSLY PAINFUL DEATH YOU MANIACAL LITTLE TROLL OF A WOMAN YOU!!"
To say that everyone was surprised by this outburst would be an understatement. In fact Wesker actually edged a little to his right as Brad went back to his seat. It's strange what happens to a person when they are stranded on an island for so long. Next thing you know Jill will be dancing around in a thong singing show tunes or something.
"I will count the votes, once the survivor has been voted off they will promptly prepare to be thrown over the railing."
Wesker grins again, yea overdosing, and retrieves the voting jar.
"Yoko. One vote Yoko."
…two…
"Carlos."
…three…
"Yoko. Two votes Yoko."
…four…
"Alyssa."
…five…
"Alyssa. Two votes Alyssa."
…six…
"Alyssa. Three votes Alyssa."
…seven…
"Alyssa. Four votes Alyssa."
Wesker then peers into the jar and notices that there are at least three more votes in there. This development does not surprise him.
"Ok, I know several of you voted more than once. Do I need to read the last three votes?"
The tribe mates look at each other for a moment then all eyes turn to Alyssa.
"No." Is the universal reply.
"Alrighty then." Wesker's smile gets even brighter as he cracks his knuckles. "Bring me your torch Alyssa."
Alyssa stands up, glaring at everyone and carries her torch to Wesker. Wesker grins and in one fluid motion puts out the torch and tosses her over the railing.
"You guys can go back to camp now."
The remaining S.T.A.R.S. tribe beat a hasty retreat. That creepy smile of Wesker's is really starting to freak them out.
In The Tree…
Alyssa falls through the branches, knocking Alex off her perch in the process. Luckily for Alex Chris manages to catch her. Alyssa on the other hand does not come out as well and lands in Hunk's lap.
"Err…um…hi?"
She giggles a bit as Hunk stares at her with evil looking eyes. She quickly scrambles away and hides near Nicholai. Claire and Leon both glance at each other and groan, seems neither of them like Alyssa much. Alex is glaring at her with intense hate and plans to injure her severely at the next opportune moment. Hunk doesn't really give a damn. Birkin and Annette both figure if worse comes to worse, they can eat her. Nicholai is just happy for someone to sit next to him so he can absorb some body heat. Chris…well Chris is just happy Alex is currently sitting in his arms.
And so the circle of…err…stuff…continues…
Next Time On Survivor…
It's still raining…
A heroic rescue…
Another immunity challenge…
More pain and suffering for the contestants…