Hey hey! Well... we can already assume Chiro's facing inevitable doom, so we'll ignore him for a while...
Well, I didn't call this one "Chira and Chiroo's Grand Return" because... well, they don't take up all the chapter.
Can the others survive the next eviction? Guess what! GREAT NEWS!
AFTER THIS TRIBAL COUNCIL, SURVIVOR SHUGGAZOOM IS DOWN TO The Final Three!
Yay! But for now... I'll answer reviews!
Monkeymaniac: Well, I agree with Sparx... heh heh heh...
Gwen: GWEN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! AAAAHHH!
Well... here it goes. Be ready to see who gets voted off...
SURVIVOR SHUGGAZOOM!
Chapter Twenty - Tribal Council: Nearly Final Three
(Hey, it's Chapter Twenty already!)
Chiro nearly cried. His clones were bouncing over to him, ready to give their life-sized dolly a bear hug.
"Chira! Let's put a dress on him!"
"No! A miniskirt!"
"Dress!"
"Miniskirt!"
"DRESS!"
"MINISKIRT!"
The two clothing items Chira and Chiroo had in mind were as bad as the clones themselves, so Chiro decided to make a quick getaway. He ran across the brown sand and through the trees. The twins were left arguing on the beach.
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ONE NIGHT LATER...
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"Hmm... this tree seems to be... peeling..."
Strange, yes. Antauri was pulling bits of a tree. "It was in water, so it should be dead."
"Antauri?" said Nova, "Shut up. You're not Gibson."
Antauri quietened down a bit. But the host didn't - he had gotten back from Exile Island and was shouting through the megaphone.
"TRIBAL COUNCIL! NOW!"
Quickly as possible, they ran down to Tribal Council. There the host was waiting for them.
"Sit down!" the host snapped. "Nova! You first!"
"What's with you?" Nova retorted.
"They cut my pay again! For another week!" the host wailed. "I have to be nicer!"
"Umm..." Nova stammered, "Don't worry about it..." She walked into that room/place/voting central and placed her vote...
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Chiro was annoyed. Very annoyed. Just when he'd thought the twins had drowned, starved, died of food poisoning from the pink coconuts, died of dehydration, were taken off the island or got lost on the island, they had to make their grand entrance.
And now he'd been trying to make a camp for the past day, and it was not working.
Chiro sat down on the beach and drew patterns in the sand. He had gone from annoyed to bored in a split second.
Chira and Chiroo came panting through the trees. They were very unfit.
"Where did you get off to?" asked Chira.
"Hrrmph." Chiro answered grumpily. "How did you get to Exile Island?"
Chira and Chiroo looked at each other. "We tried to swim away and we floated here." said Chiroo. "We made a camp!"
Chiro looked up suddenly. "A camp?" he asked hopefully. A thought sparked in his mind. Maybe he could find the camp and kick the twins out...
"You're not going there!" said Chira. "You'll give us boy germs!"
Clones were one of the dumbest creations in the universe... well, maybe not as dumb as Skeleton King and Mandarin, but that didn't matter. They still believed in 'boy germs'.
Chiro had an idea. "If you believe in boy germs," he pointed out, "why are you hanging around me?"
The clones blinked. Then they screamed and ran off in the opposite direction.
At that moment, Antauri and Nova could've sworn they heard laughter coming from Exile Island.
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"Time to count the votes." said the host with a majorly FAKE sad voice. He took the lid off the voting jar and grinned. He had written Mr Jeepers' vote, as he had previously done.
Antauri and Nova tensed. But I must add on an important note that there was a bit of back-stabbing going on... I'll reveal nothing more.
The host pulled the first vote out. (Notice I'm actually counting the votes? More suspense.)
"One vote... Mr Jeepers." the host read out. The penguin didn't flinch.
"One vote... Nova." The host pulled out the next vote. "And the next vote is for..."
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Chiro stopped laughing and frowned as he saw the sky was almost pitch black. He looked towards the island and saw a few torches had been lit. Tribal Council. That would be the last one, because deciding who would win the show would end in a task. (Have I said the prize yet? Oh well. The prize is one million dollars.)
Chiro made one last attempt to make a camp with broken trees and wood he'd found lying around. To his surprise, it worked. It looked like a deranged teepee but when Chiro got inside it was quite warm... until it all fell on him.
Chiro heard giggles. Chira and Chiroo had been watching him for the last few minutes, and saw him disappear under collapsing wood.
"Shut UP!" Chiro yelled. "Go to your own camps!" What really got Chiro thinking was how the twins could make a camp and he couldn't. That was the annoying thing.
He tried making camp again without another word.
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"... Nova."
That was it. The last vote was for NOVA.
"ANTAURI!" yelled Nova. "Yesterday we made a deal!"
Antauri cringed. "I'm sorry..." he stammered pathetically. "I don't know what I was thinking!"
Nova gave him one of her Powerful Supersonic Nova glares, and poor Antauri cringed some more.
"Nova," said the host, trying to break the uncomfortable moment. "The tribe has spoken. It's time for you to leave."
Nova threw her torch at the host, nearly setting him on fire. Luckily the flame extinguished before it actually got near the host.
A security guard came and escorted the raging golden monkey to the helicopter, where they were taken back to the Super Robot.
(Quarma the Panther... before you even think about setting fire to me I'm getting a few bodyguards...)
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Chiro finally made a camp. It was on the beach, so the ocean wind would almost certainly blow it down in the night, not to mention it was already very unstable. But Chiro didn't care, and had already made himself quite comfortable.
Suddenly an ear-piercing whistle broke out just as the exhausted boy was about to fall asleep. A few loud cries were heard on the other side of the island.
Chiro sat up and looked out to sea. The host had the small boat and held a metal whistle up to his mouth. He was making a few gestures which I think meant, 'Get over here now! In the boat!'
Chiro sent back a rude gesture, lay down and fell asleep.
The host wouldn't give up that easily. He blew the whistle louder, resulting in Chiro jumping a meter or so in the air and even more wails coming from Chira and Chiroo, who were somewhere in the middle of Exile Island.
"GET IN THE BOAT NOW!" screamed the host.
Chiro gave the host another gesture before crawling out of his little hut thing and stumbling over to the small boat.
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Antauri had never felt so alone in his life. The night noises seemed louder, and he thought he heard a twig snap in the distance.
Antauri shivered. He had no blanket or pillow - only a toy.
Antauri's suspicions were suddenly confirmed. Several twigs snapped. Voices were heard. Antauri sat up and looked around, and saw a torchlight. Chiro emerged through the trees.
"Antauri!" cried Chiro. He ran over to the Second-in-Command and it would've been a nice moment... but I don't like nice moments, so Chiro tripped over a small log and fell flat on his face.
"Owww..." he groaned. He sat up and wiped the dirt from his face.
The host watched this in amusement, then pulled three small objects out of his pocket. "Being in the final three is a big deal," said the host, "so I got you all something."
He handed Antauri and Chiro each a small, square black thing with a smooth glassy surface. The two realized the host had brought them each a mirror.
Chiro was amazed. He hadn't seen a mirror in ages. He looked into the glassy surface... and shrieked. He looked much like he did on Sotourix 7, except a little more dirty.
The host was freaked out. "You scream like a girl!" he said.Antauri didn't look much different, but there were dirty patches in his black fur. He shrugged, and placed the mirror next to him. "Can't be helped," he said.
The host grinned, and walked off. The two could've sworn they heard the host mutter, "They'd better rise my pay for this..." as he disappeared through the trees.
Okay! Done! FINAL THREE!
People, I have two things to say:
1. After the winner has won, there will be more chapters which tell us what the contestants said when they voted.
2. There is something going on concerning the reviews. I've received a message from Netbug009, telling me about some things going on with some rude reviewers. She's asked me to copy and paste the message onto this chapter, so here it is...
Okay guys, we need to talk.
I have been reading Survivor Shuggazoom and looking at reviews and all I can say is I'm shocked. Most of you have been acting bratty, selfish, and haven't taken the time to consider that Firesong has a really good plan if you would just read it. What makes this even more pathetic is that apparently, nobody read the rules that clearly say interactive stories such as ones where readers vote are not allowed on used to tell people that this is the best fandom on the site and now I'm ashamed of it. How would you feel if you were being treated like this? How could Ciro feel if he saw this? You owe Firesong a big apology, because you guys are flaming her.
UNTIL LOTS OF RUDE REVIEWERS APOLOGIZE TO FIRESONG IN A REVIEW, I WILL NOT UPDATE TROUBLE WITH THE MATTER TRANSPORTER. If people still don't apologize, I will stop updating in this category and take my work somewhere respectful.
From Netbug009
I really have to say that I agree with her. Fanfiction is a place where you write stories and people tell you where it needs improvement or something. Some people (who should be glad I'm not naming names) are just criticizing because they're favourite characters got voted off. I know it's traumatizing but that's how Survivor goes.
And also I'm trying to make this as much like the TV show as possible. The public do NOT VOTE FOR CONTESTANTS. Only contestants can vote for contestants.
Sorry about this, but it really needs to stop. Flames are clogging up my email inbox. (No, Giggle Gal, writing FLAME!FLAME!FLAME! 120 times is not considered seriously evil.)