"Last time on Total Drama Island! We had an epic bike building and racing challenge where ultimately Ryan was the one who won immunity. And unbeknownst to him he needed it. As because he won immunity his partner in crime and right hand man throughout the whole game was eliminated in a shocking blindside of a six to three vote, leaving Ryan and Brick on the outside looking in. Will Ryan and Brick bounce back? Or are the dead men walking? Find out on this episode of TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND!"
Confessional, Ryan
Last night made me livid. The guys broke our deal, and now I'm left with nothing. I'm for sure the next one out of the door, and if I had my way I'd be sending Scott the Snake home instead. But looking at this from a nonemotional angle. My best bet is to get the power players to vote out Jasmine or Marilyn. More ideally Jasmine. I feel like Marilyn would be, as much as she and I are rivals, more willing to work with me if it benefitted her.
"It's not you next man, I swear," Scott stated to Ryan as they sat around in the Mess Hall.
"Scott, you don't have to BS me. I know I'm next out the door. That's why I'm talking to you. I want to cut a deal," Ryan stated.
'What sort of deal?"
"Keep me for one vote. Take out Jasmine. You know full well no one is beating her at the end. And she's won the most individual immunity challenges so far this season."
"That makes sense, but what's keeping you from getting me out instead?"
"I need five votes to get you out. Four to tie. I at max tie the vote between myself and you. Or you and Jasmine. I'd rather not take the gamble that I lose a tie breaker to you and just send Jasmine out."
"We don't even know what the tie breaker is. And Let's be frank Ryan. You're better at challenges than myself."
"Okay? If we don't know what the challenge is we won't know who's skills it'll benefit. Every challenge so far has been completely different from the last. It's not a risk I want to take."
"Okay say we send Jasmine out, where does that leave me?"
"With a four to three advantage. Scott, all you're gambling here is that I have less of a chance to win out than Jasmine."
"I'll think about it."
"That's all I ask."
Confessional, Scott
Is Jasmine a bigger threat than Ryan overall? Yes. Is Jasmine a bigger threat than Ryan to me? No. Ryan is right that Jasmine is the biggest threat here. Where he's wrong is that him going is more beneficial to me. You're good Ryan, but I'm better.
"Hey Leshawna, can I talk to you for a moment?" Marilyn asked Leshawna. The two were the last two in the girls cabin, allowing Marilyn to have a conversation with Leshawna.
"Sure girl, what's on your mind?" Leshawna asked the jock.
"I wondered if a female alliance could be on the table?"
"I'd be on board with that, but we'd need to get rid of a guy to make sure we have a majority."
'Well we'd just get rid of Ryan. That way we hide our plans. And we sit in the final seven with a four person majority."
"I like it. Then we just pick off the guys and battle it out at the final four?"
"Exactly!"
"I'll talk to Heather but I'm on board!"
Confessional, Marilyn
If Leshawna and Heather agree to this, it'd be huge, because I have no doubt that Jasmine and I can beat them both at the final four. Just gotta hope. Just for once I want this game to give me something.
Confessional, Leshawna
I wasn't born yesterday Marilyn. I'm all for girl power. But I'm here to win, and I'm not about to go to the end with Jasmine and you.
"Look Jasmine, I'm not one to 'play the game' but I just want to know where we stand," Brick asked the Australian as they strolled to the Mess Hall.
"Brick, you and I will always be friends. But I can't guarantee anything to you in this game outside of one more vote," Jasmine replied.
"Is the next vote Ryan?"
"Yeah…. It is."
"Why can it be like Scott or Duncan?"
"Because the votes just aren't there, Brick. I know you aren't the biggest gameplayer ever but you have to realize that just because we're friends I can't save you."
"If Ryan goes next… is there any way I could stay past the next round?"
"There may be some strings I could pull with Heather or Leshawna, but like I said I can't give you anything concrete."
"I understand Jasmine."
Confessional, Jasmine
I hate doing that to Brick. He's such a pure soul. But I just can't give him anything concrete. I've already broken a few promises. I don't want to make anymore than I have to.
Confessional, Brick
Am I happy with Jasmine? No. But I understand. I've voted against her before and I'm sure she still holds a bit of a grudge because of that. Not that I blame her for it anyways.
Time Skip: Night Time
As twilight hit the forest Camp Wawanakwa, a boat floated into the boat house. Four figures jumped out of the boat quietly, carrying an assortment of props, goodies, and trinkets. Some passed by the camera in ominous but familiar silhouettes. Amidst the creaking floorboards and the door to the boathouse slamming shut the camera was left running and caught several objects falling over.
Another wipe showed the remaining campers around the mess hall cabin as a screen was projected onto the shambling wooden walls. The campers watched in both horror and amazement as the sounds of slaughter came from the screen. A change in the camera showed that Duncan was really the only one enthusiastically invested in the film sputtering on the wheels. He leaned forward expectantly as the killer on screen wielded a chainsaw against the hapless victims.
Another cut to the campers showed that Heather, Leshawna, and Scott were sharing a bucket of popcorn rather idly. Jasmine sat up straighter as the killer's hook passed under a low light in the haunted mansion. Ryan sat straight up before wincing as blood covered the camera in a dark red shine. Brick stood similarly straight but it was clear that he wasn't enjoying the film one bit.
"Don't go in there!" Leshawna heckled the screen.
"Don't you dare!" Heather winced.
"BRING ON THE BLOOD!" Scott threw a piece of popcorn at the screen.
A woman screamed on the film and Duncan whooped. Brick covered his eyes as the chainsaw revved. Heather let out a cheer as a trio of survivors made it out of the haunted house. "And the ice cream sundae with a cherry on top lives to see another day," Jasmine smiled.
The faint sounds of a chainsaw were heard from the film and Duncan cheered. "The killer lives on!"
"Well this is the third film out of what? Ten?" Brick squeaked. "Why'd Chris give us the third film again?"
"Chronologically this is the first," Duncan spoke up.
"Whatever, it's another dang film where the black girl dies first," Leshawna grumbled. "I can't really enjoy horror."
"For what it's worth the next two films have a predominantly black cast and are directed by an Afro-Canadian director. It's just as bloody and pretty gory too."
"No thanks honey," Leshawna politely nodded off. "I don't quite have the stomach for blood and guts punks like you have."
"Suit yourself," Duncan shrugged.
"Okay now that the lame conversation about horror is done-- shush Duncan-- does anyone have any idea what the next challenge is gonna be?" Heather tiredly asked.
"Come to think of it, I haven't seen Chris all day. Shouldn't we be having a challenge today?" Ryan asked.
The campers were alerted to the sound of a boat at the dock of shame. The campers marched over to see Chef and Chris tossing a random assortment of junk into the boat. "Yo, where's the fire?" Duncan quizzed Chef.
Chef took a cursory look at Duncan before he hopped into the boat with Chris in tow. Waves broke just beyond the horizon as the boat of losers sped off into the night. "Hey!" Jasmine shouted. "You forgot this!" She held up a green backpack before its contents flopped onto the floor.
"Huh?" peered Scott. "Escaped psycho killer on the loose. Be on the lookout for a man wearing a hockey mask with a hooked hand and carrying a chainsaw."
The campers exchanged raised eyebrows before Heather threw her hands up, frustrated. "Oh Come on, you aren't expecting us to fall for this are you?!" she groaned. "First a scary movie then a hasty exit and then a strategically placed lame prop?"
"B-But Master Chef and Chris looked pretty spooked," Brick trembled.
"Puh-lease, it's all part of their little stunt to freak us out."
"That may be so, but why would Chris leave behind…" Marilyn bent over some junk from the backpack. "His hair gel?!"
A round of gasps came from all except heather. "So...Chris and Chef left us for dead and now we're alone while that escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw is on the loose?" Leshawna worriedly asked.
"No…" Duncan realized. "We're alone while that escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook is on the loose!" He brought his hook out of his pants and waved it in Leshawna's face. The ghetto girl slapped Duncan's hand and screamed. "Just wanted to be specific."
"That ain't funny!"
"Oh come on Leshawna," Heather rolled her eyes. "I didn't think you'd be so...gullible?" She trailed off.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dakota running to the docks, hands full with bags and bags of what looked to be Chris' hair gel. "Dakota?" Marilyn asked.
"Did I miss the boat?!" Dakota asked, out of breath. "Stupid Chris!" She stomped on the wooden dock. "There's an escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook on the loose and he cares more about his hair gel than he does about me! The owner's daughter."
Tears began to flow from Dakota's eyes as she curled to the ground. "Hey, you can stick with us," Brick held out a supportive hand. "Is there another way out of this island?"
Dakota tearfully shook her head. "Chris had us interns check the boathouse yesterday and we had to take the boats to repair. They're off right now because we need them for a future challenge! If that will ever happen!" She broke out into another round of hysterical wailing and Jasmine extended a hand down.
"Well…" Heather started. "This is still fishy. I'm gonna take a shower," she started. "Ryan...on the off chance this crazy night is true...can you just...stay guard?"
"Okay?" Ryan inquired. "I need to shower anyway."
"Hot water is broken on the boy's side. You're gonna need to go with Heather into the girl's room," Dakota hiccupped.
"Well," Ryan leered at Heather. "I'll just wait outside."
"At least you're a gentleman about it." The duo walked off arms lengths away from each other and from the group.
"Wow," Duncan mused. "They're gonna get got faster than you can say 'I sure hope we're not gonna get caught by the escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook!'" He waved a hook threateningly in Dakota's face, causing the heiress to scream and an offhand backhand from Jasmine.
"Come on dude," Leshawna spoke up. "Let's head over to the fire. I'm getting cold."
"Oh, umm, I'm getting hungry."
"You guys go ahead, Dakota and I can stop by the mess hall and grab food. There is still food there, right?"
"R-Right," Dakota stammered.
And so they split up, Brick and Dakota going to the mess hall, Duncan procuring a piece of paper from the backpack, and the rest trudging off to the campgrounds.
The camera lingered on the empty screen before another quick transition showed Duncan, Leshawna, Scott, Jasmine, and Marilyn surrounded by the campfire. "Okay so we've got an escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook on the loose," Scott started. He drew several figures in the dirt representing the five of them.
"Hey my boobs aren't that big!" Marilyn objected.
"And I'm not that flat!" Leshawna countered.
"Scott come on, you know I've got a mohawk not a hawkmo," Duncan started.
Confessional, Duncan
You think you know a guy.
"Well if you guys can do better," he sneered. "Do it."
Confidently Duncan pulled out an easel with a pad of paper on there. He spent a while doodling himself up before Marilyn hastily yanked her pencil out of her hand. Jasmine took the pencil next and added a small hat to another stick figure. "It works," Jasmine shrugged.
Leshawna and Scott added their rough sketches to the drawing next and they looked over the design. It was… a sight to behold. "Wait," Duncan stopped. He held another pencil and added Heather, Ryan, Dakota, and Brick to the massive easel. "Now that we're all present and accounted for-- Army's a goner," he said bluntly.
"Why do you say that?" Scott asked.
"I'd expect you of all people to know. Whenever the noble guy goes off with the pretty lady--"
"Somewhere out there Courtney's throwing a hissy fit," Jasmine whispered to Leshawna, getting a snicker to return.
"--You're the first one gone! Horror's still the same game after all these years, and the rich diva is usually the first to go."
"Usually?" Jasmine questioned.
"Well as Leshawna put it so eloquently the last time it's the minorities. Bit of a problematic trope but that's neither here nor there. Horror punishes the young more than the minorities. That's the overarching trend."
"Youth is wasted on the dumb," chimed Marilyn, nodding sagely.
Elsewhere on camp Brick and Dakota army crawled below the underbrush. "How does someone get started in fashion school?" Brick asked.
"The same way other people get started in army training I guess," Dakota shrugged. "They apply."
"Well, yes," Brick stammered. "But sometimes it needs a little more. I'm looking for what little more is needed. I already have a sketchbook full of designs."
"Wow," Dakota smiled. "That's so fetch!"
"I thought fetch was overused and overdone."
"Actually it's never been in fashion. I like using it so it's become a bit of a signature. Trademarked though so it's not official."
"I guess I have to find my trademark," Brick shrugged. "I think we've crept up close enough to...where were we going?"
The camera changed positions to show a giant canvas tent. Through the netted windows the duo saw tables full of granola bars, beef jerky, fruit, and even the odd dessert. "The crew tent, Chris had the interns...well besides me, evacuate early so we didn't really knock this down."
The sound of a thud came from behind the unlikely duo when they opened the door to the canvas test. "Did you hear that?" Brick quivered.
"Hear what?" Dakota looked around. "I don't see anything."
The two of them went inside the canvas tent and closed the door behind them before a silhouette came out of the woods. Dakota and Brick opened up a pair of bags and shoveled in granola bars and juice bars. When the bag overflowed Dakota bent over to recover some of the bars. A shadow passed through the tent, only noticed by the army cadet. "Dakota?" He worriedly asked.
"Hold on, I've just about got it," the intern mumbled. She clawed under the table and her hand landed on the last of the granola bars. "Got it! Let's go!"
Bags on their backs Dakota nearly ripped the door to the canvas tent open. On the other side of the door the two were immediately greeted with the roars of a chainsaw high above their heads. The escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook stood over the two of them as his hook glistened in the moonlight. His low growl was obscured by the screams of horror coming from the two of them. Clear to the two of them was that he was wearing a dark jacket under his black apron. Brightly illuminated even in the dark was a brown gardening glove holding the hockey stick propping the chainsaw high up in the air. Most prominently his teeth bared in clean white bars as he growled through his mask.
Brick and Dakota ran to the back of the tent, dropping their bags behind them, and destroyed the wall as they sprinted off into the night. "I can't believe this is happening!" Brick screamed.
"They don't tell you this in the contracts for interns either!" Dakota concurred. She took a glance behind her to see the escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook slowly gaining on the two of them. "Brick, wait, let's head that way!" She pointed, out of breath.
"Roger that Ma'am!" Brick saluted.
The two of them ran to the right as Dakota skidded to a stop, doubling over and catching her breath. Brick passed her a glance before he kept running, right off of a cliff. "Dakota!" He shouted as he tumbled. Dakota crawled to the cliff edge to watch her former fellow camper tumble down a cavalcade of hazards. Brick bounced off of a bleating goat-- "Sorry!"-- a fire hydrant, a plunger that set off explosives-- "WHY IS THAT EVEN THERE?!"--a cactus, and a campfire before hitting the bottom.
"That looked like it hurt, didn't it?" Dakota mentioned offhand to the killer, who shrugged. She looked down again, looked back to the killer, looked to the cliff, looked to the killer, before she stood up. "Right, we're doing this," she sighed. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The killer looked on emotionlessly as Dakota followed the same path as Brick mere moments before. She let out a load of profanities before she finally made it to the bottom. Brick looked up helplessly as Dakota landed on him. "You okay?" Dakota asked.
"I'm fine," Brick mumbled.
Resigning to their feet they dusted themselves off and looked around. "There!" Dakota pointed to a tent faintly illuminated. "That must be island security!"
"Better late than never!" Brick concurred. Before they knew it, the escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook appeared behind them revving his chainsaw behind. The two broke into a spring before Dakota found herself whacked in the head with a tree branch, sending herself spiraling mere yards in front of the killer. "Dakota!"
"Go!" Dakota mentioned.
"But I can't! A soldier--"
"That's an order soldier!" Dakota desperately commanded. The two looked at each other briefly as the killer closed in on Dakota. She let out a scream as Brick ran straight into the tent.
"HELP!" He shouted as Chris turned in a swivel chair. "There's a killer out there! He's huge! He's the escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook the newspaper-- the newspaper warned us about! He got--OH NO!!"
Brick pointed to the screens above Chris hysterically as the killer carried Dakota by the legs. "HE GOT DAKOTA!"
The escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook walked through the open tent and Dakota fell on the floor. "Brick! Brick!" Chris shouted. "It's just us!" he sighed.
"So...we're safe?" Brick inquired.
"Yes, but unfortunately you lost the challenge. But now," Chris pointed to the figure of the escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook. "You get to see our escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook chase after the remaining killers."
Dakota brushed herself off as she stood up, picking up some water and a granola bar from chef before doubling up. "Were you in on this Dakota?" Brick asked.
"Me?" Dakota looked around the room before she smiled. "Yep! Chris wanted the full experience as our killers hunted. Sorry Brick. Want a granola bar?"
Confessional, Dakota
Looks like those acting lessons are really paying off! Thank you Daddy!
Confessional, Brick
(He's eating a granola bar) Well, I can't say I'm not impressed. Guess I should have seen that--(he chokes)
Did she say killers?
A quick cutaway showed Duncan crossing off Brick and Dakota's faces on the easel. He put a small 1-2 right next to them. "Hate to say it but the intern and the army cadet are toast."
"Then the next one up is either Ryan or Heather right?" Marilyn raised her hand.
"Well, score one for the jock," Duncan smiled. "Can't tell you which one of them is going next. If I had to wager Heather since it's usually a girl who gets the next grisly death. And debatably a hot one too."
"Right, I see that," Marilyn nodded.
Confessional, Marilyn
I did watch a couple of horror movies and there was a hot girl or two that died….
…
…
Speaking objectively.
"Hey Duncan," Leshawna spoke up. "Look here! There's another page of this paper."
"I guess papers have more than headlines in Canada," Jasmine mumbled to herself.
Duncan took the papers from Leshawna and held it up against the fire. " 'Redhead wanted by RCMP escapes from the Wowonokwo asylum. Armed and Dangerous.' Okay this changes the genre. We're now in psychological horror territory."
"What does that mean?" Scott raised an eyebrow.
"Anything goes."
Confessional, Scott
I never did get to win calvinball… I still think that kid with the tiger cheated.
Ryan waited outside the door to the communal bathroom and knocked. "Heather? I'm not hearing any water running. Is everything okay?"
"It's good Ryan! I just need my beauty rest. You can't rush perfection!"
"Even in a horror movie?" he mumbled. He leaned against the outside wall of the bathroom and waited as the wind picked up his flannel shirt, exposing a bit of his chest to the moonlight. As he waited around boredly he tilted his head down, almost falling asleep. As his eyes blinked in and out he swore he saw a flash of red in the distance. "Zoey?"
"Who?"
"I thought I saw something," Ryan stifled a yawn. He looked at his bathing supplies on the ground before he exhaled loudly. The thought of letting warm water over his bare body was a warm sight. He was half tempted to burst through the barricade, closing off the boy's side of the bathroom when he saw another flash of red just off in the distance.
"Fire?" Ryan nervously murmured.
Involuntarily tense, Ryan moved away from the door, like a moth attracted to a flame. He took three other steps towards the supposed fire before his legs suddenly gave out. His face planted into the dirt and rolled over. He swatted his head.
A loud buzzing noise came from just above him.
He staggered to his feet.
Another loud buzz.
He stumbled.
Suddenly it was dark.
Ryan flailed around.
Another buzz.
He ran off into the forest, screaming.
Another buzz.
He ran.
Another buzz.
He tripped again.
Another buzz.
He got to his feet.
Something hit him.
Another buzz.
A loud scream.
Through the woods Ryan sped.
Through the woods the killer chased.
Through the woods followed the camera.
"You?!" Ryan tripped over his own two legs. It was unbecoming of him. He needed to get it together.
"ME?!" the killer fired back in a shrill, female voice. The killer replicated the loud buzzing noise. Ryan screamed to the sky.
Another quick camera wipe took the view to the canvas tent. Brick nibbled on another granola bar as Ryan was dumped unceremoniously in front of him and Dakota. Chris splashed water over him and Ryan shot up. "I hate horror!" he blurted.
"Yeah no kidding," Chris deadpanned. "Now our other killer goes off into the night."
Confessional, Ryan
At some point you wonder if you're really the sanest person here or if you're just a member of the asylum.
Back at the campgrounds the five at the campfire looked to the main grounds. "What was that?" Leshawna asked.
"I guess someone finally took Chad out of the game," Scott commented.
"Kind of shrill for Ryan," Marilyn mumbled.
"Well that means Heather is currently flying solo. I'd best go get her and see if we can wrangle some killers."
Before Duncan could object Jasmine stormed off. He looked to the easel, looked to the campfire, looked to Leshawna, looked to the easel, looked to Scott, looked to the campfire. "Come on white boy I'm getting hungry and since Brick and Dakoa are gone I'm not gonna be a fool." Leshawna pulled Duncan by his ear and the two stormed off to the campgrounds.
Scott grabbed a stick from the campfire and used it to mark off Ryan. "Aren't you going to mark off Leshawna, Duncan, Jasmine and Heather?" Marilyn looked over the easel and drew a mustache on Ryan.
"Until we hear them scream or they don't come back after ten minutes they're still alive."
"How do you know?"
"Horror movies have a pattern. Just like the rats back at the trailer park if they escape they're alive until they don't show up," Scott mentioned.
The two waited at the campfire in an awkward silence. Marilyn picked up a stick and began drawing in the dirt. Scott picked at the side of his stump and pulled up a bunch of bark, chewing on it to calm himself down. "Tell me again, what's the pattern in the horror movies?"
"You're asking the wrong kid," Scott dismissed. "But It's usually a girl who makes it to the end so there are shots of winning."
"Well that doesn't really make me feel better. Heather, Leshawna, and Jasmine are still out there."
"Asian, Black, and Australian. You're the closest to a white chick they have at the end of all horror movies. Depends on who the killer goes for though."
"What about you?" Marilyn raised her eyebrow. "What happens to the redneck?"
"If they're misunderstood then they befriend the cute horror movie final chick. Otherwise they're red herrings. Pun not intended. Say why are you asking all these questions to me?" Scott looked at Marilyn as the flames illuminated her face.
Marilyn grabbed her hair and stretched her legs. "I don't watch horror. Sports movies are where it's at if you ask me. But...what do they say about the gay people in horror movies?"
"Can't tell you. Sometimes they die first and sometimes they make it to the end. But well come ot think of it I haven't seen all that many gay people. In movies or in real life."
"Oh," Marilyn slumped. "It's just that the challenge is about horror films and well, I'm just asking just in case about the gay people."
"Again, you have to ask Duncan about this. Dude watches more horror movies than handfuls of dirt that I eat," Scott mentioned. "Would be nice to get a sample size."
"So what about gay people?" Marilyn questioned.
"Eh," shrugged Scott.
"Eh?"
"That's a non issue. In life and in films if you ask me. You can't focus on that. They're just as human as we are." Scott and Marilyn shared an understanding glance. Nothing more was said.
The scene changed to the open door of the bathroom as Heather stuck her head out. She craned her neck forther, almost tripping on the tile in the bathroom, but regained her balance when she planted her hands firmly on the wall. "Ryan?"
She heard the sounds of footsteps coming up to the bathroom and ducked back in the bathroom. Grabbing a hairdryer she paused as she heard a knock. "Mate! You okay there?" she heard Jasmine through the door.
"I'm alright!" Heather shouted. Hesitantly the door swung open and Jasmine looked inside. "Have you seen Ryan?"
"WE heard him scream a second ago. I was coming to check in on you," Jasmine explained.
"I guess the coward couldn't take it," Heather mumbled.
Jasmine flashed Heather an angry glance. "Come on mate, that's a right good lad right there. He's a handsome fit lad and he went with you in the first place."
"Whatever," Heather sighed. "Are you going to stay here and criticize me or are you just gonna look at my body."
Jasmine huffed as she slammed the bathroom door behind her. Heather put her hands on her towel before swinging a leg up to shave.
Outside, the Aussie stomped out. She looked around the common grounds. It was awfully dark even for nighttime. She rubbed her eyes, trying to get her sight restored from the brief moment with the harsh fluorescent lights. She looked around again, somehow glossing over the figure of the escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook in front of her.
Her stomach rumbled. "Might as well join those randos in the kitchen," she clutched her tummy.
Inside the kitchen Duncan and Leshawna had kept each other within arms reach as they opened up the appliances. Though they smelled the lovely aroma of brownies, when Leshawna opened the oven it was nowhere to be found. "See anything good?"
"A box of cereal, some bananas, an apple or two," Duncan replied. "Chef's fridge is open but I'm not touching it."
"Let's save it for later."
The two walked out of the mess hall, unaware that one of the killers was tailing them. She let out a light cackle and threw something to the ground, barely alerting the unlikely couple.
In the middle of the campgrounds Jasmine looked to her left. "This island's never been this dark before," she grumbled. She took another step forward as she heard another footfall behind her. She whipped around.
The Escaped Psycho Killer with a Chainsaw and a Hook stared at her. Working hand on the chainsaw. Hook hanging limply to the side. The two stared at each other. "Is this how I'm going out?" Jasmine asked the escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook.
The chainsaw whirred to life.
"That answers that," grumbled Jasmine. The two large masses ran towards each other. The escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook drug the motorized weapon along the ground, leaving an angry scar in the ground.
Jasmine jumped over the killer's first swing, landing a quick blow against the killer's shoulders. The killer reeled briefly before he swung the backside of his hook against Jasmine's stomach. She grunted in pain as she rolled to the ground. Clearly, the situation was rigged for her to be eliminated.
The chainsaw revved dangerously above her head before she kicked it away. She threw a clumsy punch in the air, colliding against what seemed like a bit of plastic against the Killer's waist. The killer looked at her curiously before he swung his wrist against her face.
Jasmine kicked against the killer's tough chest, surprised at the hardness, before she grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it into the hole;s mask. She leapt to her feet as the killer was momentarily blinded. The lights turned on in the campgrounds ominously before going out as quickly as they turned on.
She turned around.
The killer disappeared.
Before she could question it she felt the cold metal of the escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook's hook at her chin. Before she could try to wrestle away the killer wrapped a bulky arm around her and whirred. :I know when I'm beat mate," Jasmine sighed. "Just take me where those mockups who hit the dirt are. Nice to see you again mate."
Another quick cut showed Jasmine being escorted by the killer into the canvas tent where Ryan, Brick, Chef, Dakota, and most importantly Chris, were waiting. "Good fight, but it's only the midway point, we need trailer footage and cutting footage so that's why you had to go," Chris shrugged.
Chef tossed the killer a bottle of water and gave Jasmine a granola bar as she sat with Ryan and Brick on a chair. "How'd he get you?" asked Jasmine to Ryan.
"Wasn't him," Ryan mentioned. "Chris thought it'd be nice if we had two killer running amok."
"Really?" Brick asked.
"You saw them!" Ryan gaped.
"I must not have been paying attention."
"Who did Chris hire for the killers again?" Brick asked, a dopey look on his face.
"Well it's pretty obvious," Jasmine mentioned. A fluid camera pan into the screens that Chris was currently monitoring showed the four remaining at the campfire as Jasmine explained to Brick who the killers were. Unfortunately for the viewers at home, the obvious fact wasn't iterated yet.
"Did you guys see Jasmine out there?" Marilyn asked when Duncan and Leshawna arrived with armfuls of fruits.
"We heard sounds of a scuffle but for all we know that could be the queen working with her shaver," Duncan rolled his eyes. He crushed a banana with his hands subconsciously. Scott shook his head and crossed off Jasmine from the list. "We grabbed what we could but I think Chris took all the baskets so this is all we could grab."
"And you guys didn't think to grab heather?" Marilyn asked.
"Why do you care? Don't you hate her?" Leshawna raised an eyebrow.
"Doesn't really mean that I want her to die," Marilyn countered. She was met with three sets of raised eyebrows. "Okay...maybe a little."
"Not like we could help her," Duncan mentioned. "As smart as the chick is she doesn't know that one of the main rules of horror is that you never EVER take a shower or bath during a horror movie. Otherwise you get frozen over by a snowman."
Concessional, Duncan
You can laugh at me all you want, but that's happened! It was a big mistake of my uncle to show that film to us juvy birds.
Another cut went to the outside of the bathroom. The shot lingered on Ryan's bag of toiletries as a crazed hand bent in from out of frame and threw it inside. Another follow shot showed that the toiletries mainly landed along the bathroom floor. Heather, now clad in a towel and wearing a green face mask, bent over to pick up the toiletries. "Ryan come on," she yelled. "You're smarter than this!"
She received no response. She smelled Ryan's hair gel and recoiled ."Boys," she mumbled, tossing the hair gel into a random sink. A chill came over her as she made a move to close the bathroom door, oblivious to the sounds of something entering through the window.
After adjusting her lavender towel behind her she took a step towards one of the showers. She stopped mid stride and moved to another shower where the water was already running. Confused, she stuck a hand in the water, recoiling when she found it was boiling hot. Frustrated she drove her hand into the water and turned the dial to turn it off.
Ignoring the sounds of a clatter behind her she made her way to her initial shower. She turned the water on in a fluid motion. Her hands moved to the hem of her towel when she was interrupted by a thud.
Another thud.
"Duncan come on, just let me shower and I'll join you guys if you're so worried about me."
Thud.
"Leshawna you of all people know I need to look pretty."
Thump.
"Scott if you're dragging in dirt all over my I swear I'm going to--"
A chainsaw burst through the bathroom stall, splintering the wood all along the floor. Heather let out a scream as she fell to the floor. Splashed by water she tried to kick her way away from the approaching escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook. She made it halfway to the door when the other killer threw Ryan's hair gel into her head.
Another cut to canvas tent showed the escaped psycho placing Heather gingerly on the bench and giving her some water and moisture wipes. "You know for the killer tonight you're pretty nice."
"He got all the scares out of you," Chris mentioned. "You're safe from danger but out of the challenge!"
"Figures," Heather mumbled. "Oh Ryan," she called to the jock.
Ryan barely had time to turn before his own hair gel hit him in his head.
Duncan scratched Heather off of the list of surviving campers. The remaining four campers looked at each other and the list. "Four of us left. From what? Nine?" Scott counted.
"By my count, yes," Duncan explained. "Redneck, girl from the hood, alternative jock, and the punk."
The four looked at each other again.
"And we're just out of food," Leshawna mentioned. "I swore I saw something else in the mess hall. Scott, can you come with me this time?"
"Sure," Scott stretched. "My pants were beginning to chafe from all the sitting we did."
Before Marilyn could object the duo walked off into the night. "Ah leave them," Duncan mentioned. "They're a lost cause. The sooner for us to make it out 'alive' or so."
"Why do movies like splitting up the cast?"
"It's easier for people to focus on character development when the cast is so split up. If you split the cast up then we're forced to care about people that are gonna die for a bit. If you die then the horror audience won't feel cheated about not getting to know you. And besides, how else could stupid things happen when there are too many people?"
Marilyn agreed. An abnormally strong gust spread through the campgrounds and spread the fire onto the list. "The list!"
"I guess that's time for the finale," Duncan mentioned. He bent over and grabbed a stick from the ground. He lit it on fire and tossed it to Marilyn, who held it aloft. Duncan lit another stick on fire.
"To the docks?"
"As good a guess as any. So long as we don't manage to meet up with Leshawna and Scott then we'll be fine."
The two marched from the campgrounds to the main path into the camp. Duncan and Marilyn held their torches at arms length as the path turned and twisted. The two shared a small glance with each other and looked up, finding themselves surrounded by trees and trees.
"Who ruined the path?" Marilyn quivered.
"Seems like we're gonna have a showdown now," Duncan leered.
The two pressed against each other, back to back, looking around. A branch creaked.
An animal howled.
A shadow flitted. "Marilyn!"
"Duncan!"
They took an uneasy step backwards.
A log flew in from the side.
A flame went out.
"DUNCAN!"
"MARILYN!"
Duncan stumbled to his feet. He could see Marilyn off in the distance. She pressed herself against a tree as the log swung backwards. He ran to her only to trip on a log. "Let go!"
"No," a third, female voice cackled.
"You!" Duncan exclaimed.
"Me!" the voice retorted. An exhausted Marilyn watched Duncan swing a branch into the face of the second, smaller killer, only to flinch when the killer got back up with a manic laugh.
Duncan was losing the fight. Every swing he made with a branch seemed to drain more out of him. The killer pushed him into a tree ever so daintily. "Is that the worst you got?"
"No," the killer replied tauntingly. She snapped her fingers. Marilyn swore she saw a hint of red. A pile of branches crushed Duncan.
The killer wrapped the branches around into a ball and threw it into the forest. Marilyn looked on in disbelief. "IS THIS THE GAME YOU'RE PLAYING?!" Steam practically coming out of her face she stood up in the forest and spun around. "WHAT GAME ARE YOU PLAYING?! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR HUH?! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!" She spun around, arms extended, as a tree collapsed in the background.
She kicked the ground, frustrated, grabbed a branch, and stormed off.
Back at the mess hall Scott and Leshawna had pried open Chef's fridge. "See anything good in there?" Leshawna asked Scott.
"Did you hear that?" Scott asked.
The two shut up for a moment. Focusing on the window outside for any signs of movement nothing happened. "No wonder our food is terrible! Look at how old this is!" Leshawna commented.
Back at the canvas tent the killer rolled the ball of leaves and branches into the tent. The eliminated cast and Chris jumped out of the way. Heather poked at the ball and out came Duncan. He was covered in leaves and sap and some scratches but was otherwise unharmed. "Wow the killer did a number on you."
"Did you see the footage?" Duncan grumbled. "I can't believe Marilyn and Leshawna are up for immunity."
"What about Scott?" Brick asked.
"I want him to win immunity."
Marilyn stormed down to the docks with a giant branch in hand. She waited at the docks with an angry glare in her eyes, facing the endless lake. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Adrenaline coursing through her body she looked as the lake rippled. A cool breeze came over her.
Emerging from the water with the chainsaw revving and his hook high in the air the escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook lumbered onto the docks at the opposite end. Marilyn whipped around and threw her branch at him. The killer easily cut that. She threw an oar. The killer dodged that. She threw a giant tuna fish.
It hit the killer but fell flat on the docks before flopping into the lake. The escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook stared at her blankly as the fish made a splash. "What? I ran out of things to throw."
The escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook revved his chainsaw again. Marilyn stumbled back as the chainsaw cut the floorboards in front of her. Thinking quickly she grabbed a piece of the floorboard and threw it at the killer. He continued onward.
Marilyn neared the edge of the docks and kicked at the hockey stick holding the chainsaw up. The chainsaw broke and the stick fell lamely into the water below.
The killer stared at Marilyn as she grabbed the chainsaw. Marilyn shut off the chainsaw and turned it around to whack the escaped psycho killer with a hook in the stomach. As he doubled over Marilyn yanked off his hook and used the back of the stick to knock the mask off. A chiseled face smiled sheepishly at her under the moonlight. "Jackson?!"
"Who else would it be?" he wheezed. "We've gotta meet up with Chris now. You've got immunity and more importantly you're safe."
Jackson stood to his full height and held his hand high for a high five. Marilyn extended the hand holding the hook eagerly before she dropped it and quickly replaced it with her normal hand. The two high fived victoriously.
Marilyn walked into the break room with Jackson's mask high in the air. The other campers let out a cheer as Jackson applauded her for her victory as a true final girl. "Okay that's one killer down and safe to say we're gonna give Marilyn immunity!" Chris high fived Marilyn as Jackson took a swig of water.
"Are you gonna go get Leshawna and Scott?" Duncan asked Jackson.
The horror fan spilled water over his slightly uncovered shirt, causing it to cling to his surprisingly hunky frame. "No," Jackson simply replied. He took off his shirt, exposing a chiseled and bulky frame, before quickly putting on another set of clothes. "That water really took it out of me." He blushed, noticing that Heather and Jasmine stared at him for the briefest of moments.
"Why not take out Leshawna and Scott now?" Ryan inquired.
"She's still out there playing the role of a psychological horror killer. I'm the traditional Horror film slasher who gets defeated by the Final Girl who was a virgin and then became a badass. My mask is gone so that means the film is over for now," Jackson pointed to the mask that was now hung on a hook, dripping dry.
Back at the mess hall Scott and Leshawna opened the remaining cupboards in search of something actually edible. Scott's stomach rumbled as he opened Chef's fridge, oblivious to the fact that a certain red lunatic was trailing his every move. "I'm gonna get some fresh air before I start searching again," Scott called.
"Okay honey," Leshawna hollered back as she bent into the stove. She smelled brownies but there wasn't a tray in sight. She pulled her head out of the over and looked as Scott and a figure went outside the back. Leshawna bent down before she immediately shot back up. Thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her she went back to her search.
Outside the mess hall Scott sat on the steps with his back against the railing. He bent over and scooped up a handful of dirt. "Nothing like a bit of dirt to keep the old stomach contained," Scott mumbled.
"You can say that again!"
Scott jumped up, whipped around, and threw dirt behind him. "Oh you're the killer?" Scott asked. "Want some dirt before you kill me?"
"Yep!" Izzy brought her tongue out and licked the area all around her mouth. "Thank you for the offering of dirt. Now you must follow me to the promised land for the gift of golden eggs and golden seeds!"
"I was gonna eat that," Scott bemoaned. "But sure."
Izzy grabbed a piece of wood and a rather strong vine. She wrapped it around her shoulders and tied it to the plank of wood. "Hop on!" She motioned to Scott.
"Seatbelts everyone!" Izzy cackled.
"WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!"
Back inside Leshawna had found a rubber chicken. "No telling where that white boy went. I guess this black girl ain't surviving this horror film," she mumbled. Hand on the rubber chicken, it let out a squeeze before Leshawna finally found the bread box. "Finally some good food!"
Rubber chicken, serving tray, condiments, and utensils, she made her way to the dining room where she sat at the table. Before she could take a bite out of her sandwich she felt the thud of footsteps behind her. "Oh hey Jacskon boo, I guess you're the killer. Hah! Makes sense to me, sugar. Well before I go, do you mind if I have a snack?" The camera angle changed to show that in frame was a burly man with a hockey mask on, not at all dissimilar to Jackson's. He sported a silver hook and dark blue coveralls.
Another cut to the camera revealed that the cameras had lost track of Izzy. "Where'd they go?" Ryan asked nervously.
"Looks like we lost track of them. I guess Scott lost immunity," Chef commented.
"What did it take for you to get the cuckoo bird back on this job?" Heather asked as she fixed her towel.
"Didn't take much actually. All I did was walk up to her and ask," Chef mentioned. "Of course no telling what she's gonna do--"
Answering their collective question, Izzy dropped through the canvas of the tent with Scott in tow, tearing a hole in the sky. "That was so...good! Let me tell you Scott is the best passenger there ever was because he didn't go AAAA he went EEEEEEEEEE and then we had to cross over a bridge and then he went EEEE while I went Yeet and then he should get immunity!"
"I agree," Jackson spoke up. He grabbed his mask off of the hook and his fake chainsaw. "Well it looks like I've gotta kill off Leshawna. I guess this horror movie isn't really gonna have a final girl," he mumbled.
"Ooh! No need!" Izzy pointed to the cameras. "Leshawna's having her own face off with the killer right now!"
One of the cameras located in the mess hall showed Leshawna casually chatting to the figure behind her as she ate her simple ham sandwich. "Wait, if Jackson is here…" Heather started.
"And Izzy is here…" Dakota continued.
"And so are all of us…" Ryan added, counting off all the other cast members.
"Who's there with Leshawna?" Brick quivered as a distinct smell of ammonia came from his pants.
A collective scream came from everyone in the tent as they all dashed out, racing against the clock. "You know," Chris started out of breath. "This...could be really...really good for ratings… or really, really bad for lawsuits!" Chef could only nod in response.
Back at the lodge Leshawna had finished off her sandwich. "Oooh wee my breath is gonna stink. I only have a bit of toothpaste left, I bet you've got all the fixings back at home." The killer breathed ominously. "Something tells me you're eating well too honey!"
Confessional, The Real Escaped Psycho Killer With a Chainsaw and a Hook
(sniffs) oh
"You hungry baby? I can see it in your eyes, you're itching to do something." The escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and hook shook his head. "Eh, suit yourself." She finished her sandwich. "Alright baby, let's make it gross because it'll be good tv and you can live your real horror fantasies out there."
The escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook started up the chainsaw and held it up high.
The door flung open.
"HE'S THE REAL ESCAPED PSYCHO KILLER WITH A CHAINSAW AND A HOOK!" A chorus of voices warned.
"Huh?" Leshawna exclaimed.
She took another look at the whirring chainsaw and saw real genuine metal. The killer groweld.
Leshawna screamed as her hand found the rubber chicken behind her.
In the blink of an eye Leshawna landed a flurry of hits onto the killer, knocking his mask off as his chainsaw fell, dead, onto the floor. "Ow!" The killer started in a very high voice. "That was totally uncalled for! I am so out of here! I was treated way better in prison!"
The others watched blankly as the killer shuffled away from the scene. A faint trickle of liquid hit the ground as the campers sniffed. Brick blushed.
After Challenge
"Duncan, do we have your word that it isn't Jasmine tonight?" Marilyn asked the punk as they stood to the side of the Mess hall.
"From one Bass to another, Marilyn, it won't be Jasmine tonight. It'll be Ryan and that's that," Duncan replied.
"Duncan, if you're lying to me I'll have your head served up on a silver platter." She glared.
"I don't doubt that for a second," Duncan rolled his eyes.
"I took the leap of faith last round. I expect you guys to follow through this time."
"Of course Marilyn. What reason do we have to lie?"
"To keep Jasmine and I from scrambling…" Marilyn trailed.
"Okay yeah that's fair," Duncan obliged as he brought out his whittling knife.
"Duncan, you've never directly screwed me over but you've always been involved. I hope I can trust you." Duncan's knife glinted as she turned around, oblivious to the scheming look in his eyes.
Confessional, Marilyn
I want to trust Duncan. But it's like trusting a criminal with money, you just don't know if they'll take it or not... Let me rephrase, it's like trusting Duncan with money.
Confessional, Duncan
I feel like Marilyn doesn't believe it, but for once I am telling her the truth. I intend on voting for Ryan tonight.
"Look I know I'm the target tonight, is there anything I can do to save myself?" Ryan asked Heather and Leshawna. The trio were talking behind the cabins in order to hide their conversation from the other campers.
"It depends who would want to vote for," Heather replied, hair still wet and face still green.
Confessional, Heather
Last night I cut a deal with Ryan. I do intend on trying to keep him around if I can tonight. He's a floundering fish right now. He'd have no choice but to work for me at this point.
"I'd like to vote Jasmine out if I can," Ryan responded.
"Why her?" Leshawna asked.
"She's a challenge beast, and we can't vote Marilyn off. They've won multiple immunities despite these challenges being extremely random."
"You ain't wrong. But what's stopping you from lying to us?" Leshawna asked.
"What do I gain from that? There's an alliance of six vs a duo. You guys can trim the fat now and just beat us later. Brick and I aren't going to challenge beast to the end like those two girls will."
"Leshawna he has a point," Heather stated to Leshawna's shock. "We can head into the final seven with a majority still if we vote Jasmine off."
"I'll need to think about it, but even if we vote with you, you still need Scott or Duncan's vote."
"I know. I'm doing what I can," Ryan said grimly. His smirk went unnoticed.
Confessional, Leshawna
Ryan is a smart cookie. He definitely has something up his sleeve. I just don't know what. But getting rid of Jasmine may be a very ideal move… or the move that causes my downfall.
"There's no hope for me or Ryan is there?" Brick asked Jasmine as she walked up to him sitting on the cabin steps.
"There's no hope for Ryan, but I think we can save you," Jasmine replied.
"What do you mean?"
"After Ryan goes, I think we could convince Heather and Leshawna to vote off Duncan or Scott next to save you."
"...I'm not happy about this, you know."
"I know you're not mate. But it's the best case for us to get to the end."
"Should I tell Ryan?"
"I wouldn't, but there's nothing stopping you from doing so. So up to you mate," Jasmine stated, walking away from Brick and into her cabin. And in almost perfect timing Ryan walked over to Brick.
'Oh hey Ryan…"
"Brick I think I've got some good news!" Ryan stated, ignoring Brick's less than cheerful hello.
"Really?"
"I think I've convinced Leshawna and Heather to vote for Jasmine, if we vote Jasmine we may be able to force a tie or even vote her out."
"Oh… really?"
"You don't seem excited." Ryan noticed.
"Well I'm close friends with Jasmine and I don't really want to vote her out if I'm honest."
"I'm sure she won't hold it against you."
"I guess. Thanks for letting me know."
"Of course."
Confessional, Brick
I don't want to see Ryan or Jasmine go. Maybe I should give up my spot for them. I don't know. This game is just so… hard, but at the same time I've had a great time here.
Scott and Leshawna had met up behind the communal bathrooms to discuss their next move as a secret duo.
"Why do you insist on meeting here," Scott complained.
"Because who would check here for someone having a secret conversation,"Leshawna replied.
"I mean yeah, but still."
"Whatever. What do you want to do? Ryan or Jasmine both have great cases to be sent home."
"I'd rather send Ryan out if I'm honest."
"Ok but is Ryan going to win out? He's won a challenge, yes, but he's almost always been out early in most other challenges. As compared to Jasmine who's won two challenges and is always in the running to win."
"I mean yeah, but Ryan is extremely smart and he's actually got us considering saving him."
"And? Either way you put it Ryan and Jasmine both have no power heading into the late game if we stick together. Jasmine provides a bigger problem for our final four plans than Ryan does."
"You're not wrong…. Ugh, let me think about it."
"Well you don't have much time so you better hurry up."
Confessional, Scott
Leshawna is right, but I still would rather have Ryan go because I know he's going to be after me. And I'd rather not have someone who's pissed at me in the game.
Confessional, Leshawna
I know I said earlier I wasn't sure about voting Jasmine, but after putting a bit of thought into it. No matter what happens I have control no matter who makes it to the final seven. So between the two, Jasmine is the more immediate threat to me so she needs to go. I just hope that Scott and Duncan vote with us.
Elimination Ceremony
Everyone sufficiently tuckered out from the night of scares and screams, they all congregated at the elimination site. "It's clear today that we have three invincibility winners. Marilyn, who defeated Jackson, Scott, who defeated Izzy, and Leshawna, who defeated the real escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook. Everyone else is up for grabs. And tonight, the other campers getting marshmallows are….
Brick
Duncan
Heather….
Ryan, you're down in the bottom two because you're a physical threat. And after Trent went home last round, the group may just want to clean house. Jasmine, you're on the bottom because you're both a physical and social threat. And that is why….. Ryan, you are safe and Jasmine, you are going home."
Jasmine clapped her hands together and tilted her hat downward. "Well I'll be a Koala's uncle…" she mumbled. "Guess I should have seen it coming."
"If it makes you feel better none of us thought we could win against you," Heather stated.
"If nothing else I'll take that," Jasmine sadly smiled. "I'll see all of you mates later."
She stood up to leave from the elimination. As the cast waved her all goodbye one last time Izzy pounced from the trees with a giant tarp in hand, wrapping her up before tossing her into the boat of losers. "Hey Jackson?" Brick spoke up. "Tell Sammy that I miss her?"
"And tell Courtney that I miss her?" Duncan added much to everyone else's surprise.
Jackson nodded as he walked down the way to the boat of losers. As the boat sped off a faint voice was heard in the distance. "Total….total...drama...drama…"
The voice was revealed to be the real escaped psycho killer with a chainsaw and a hook. "Oww, I really hate chickens."
Final Confessional, Jasmine
(she bursts out of the tarp) Well I guess they got me. Should've gone to Ryan and saved Trent last vote. But what're you going to do? Ryan saved himself and I'm here. And besides I survived twenty eliminations. That's a massive accomplishment. It'll be so great seeing Shawn again, but I'm sure he'll be a bit sad to see me, because he wanted me to win so badly. I'd love for Marilyn to make it to the end. But if she isn't there honestly I'd vote for Ryan or Leshawna. I just hope they don't have the jurors room together, because Scarlett is going to be a pain.
Votes
Ryan: Jasmine I'm sorry I don't know how I pulled this off. But you'll have to be the sacrificial lamb to my ultimate revenge.
Jasmine: Sorry Ryan but I'm not really in a position to put this vote on someone else.
Heather: We can get rid of Ryan at any time. However we don't need two physical threats running around. So Jasmine, get to steppin'
Marilyn: It's time for our rivalry to come to an end Ryan
Brick: Don't really have a choice Ms. Jasmine
Duncan: Jasmine if we let you get any further you'll walk away with this. You have to go.
Scott: I'd much rather Ryan go. But I can't become too pushy or else my alliance will turn on me. So sorry not sorry Jasmine.
Leshawna: Sorry sugar, but I gotta vote you out Jasmine.
Reviews:
Nobody245: The pairs haven't turned on each other yet. But with Ryan turning on Brick, I feel like that's something Trent would do, whereas Ryan I personally feel would try and keep Brick around for as long as he can until he can't anymore.
LordGemini: Well it wasn't Duncan or Scott. But Ryan did survive. And as well a vote, because screw not clear rules.
HiddenAuthor:Ok?
GuccimaneLaflare: I'm glad you were entertained my friend.
28th Dakota (13-1)
27th Justin (8-4-2)
26th Noah (7-3-3)
25th Chloe (10-3)
24th Ella (6-4-2)
23rd Beardo (5-4-3)
22nd Izzy (6-3-2)
21st Tem (6-5)
20th Beth (6-4)
19th Cameron (5-3-2)
18th Katie (5-4)
17th Dave (5-4)
16th Courtney (5-3)
15th Sky (Medically Evacuated)
14th Sammy (3-2-2)
MERGE
13th Shawn (7-6) 1st Juror
12th Scarlett (12-1) 2nd Juror
11th Jackson (7-3-1) 3rd Juror
10th Zoey (9-1) 4th Juror
9th Trent (6-3) 5th Juror
8th Jasmine (6-2) 6th Juror
Remaining Contestants: Ryan, Brick, Marilyn, Duncan, Heather, Scott, Leshawna,