~It's Tribal Council time. The mood sets along with the sun. Chris is seated in his normal position…he appears a bit jumpy. There is a bottle of PEPPER SPRAY attacked at his hip. The Savadigm Tribe enters. Frieza leads the way with his immunity necklace swaying to and fro. The remaining players secure their torches in the appropriate position before occupying the provided tree stubs. The music begins to dissipate as Chris speaks~
Chris McLean: Welcome to another Tribal Council…with five players remaining that means there are only three eliminations left until we reach the coveted final 2. So, with that being said, I'll bring in our jury…you may recall a certain incident that took place at the previous tribal council. Unfortunately, due to Richard's behavior he has been removed from the jury. Taking his place will be…
~The jury members all enter…Ben Tennyson, Daniel Keem aka DJ Killer Keemstar, and Aladdin aka Prince Ali appear…the expected jurors. A figure emerges…the remaining players look on with intrigue…it's….Katz!~
Chris McLean: That's right, Katz will be fulfilling Richard Spencer' jury obligations.
~Katz takes a seat with the rest of the jury. He's got a smug look on his face. Phillip shoots a death glare his way. Chris breaks the tension~
Chris McLean (to Frieza): Alright, so let's get down to business. Frieza…huge immunity win…it came down to you and Whis…how much do you think you needed to win?
Frieza (to Chris): I think it's safe to say at this stage we all need to win. There aren't exactly a ton of voting options at this stage. Plus, I would have felt disappointed if I left this game without winning one immunity challenge. It was a much needed victory in every way.
Chris McLean (to Whis): With every victor there is a loser. Whis, as you look at your tribemates and this jury, how do you feel about your destiny being in their hands without immunity around your neck?
In a feminine voice, Whis responds.
Whis (to Chris): That's illogical, Chris. Destiny is destiny because it isn't in anyone's hands. It is already decided. However, we are in control of how we get there. It is the ride that matters, and I would be lying if I said I didn't see my ride ending tonight.
Chris McLean (to Whis): Because you didn't win immunity?
Whis (to Chris): Because fear is a greater motivator for many than competition and honor. The Perfect One sees.
~A shot of a conflicted Phillip is shown~
Chris McLean (to Samurai Jack): Samurai Jack…you're another veteran of Cartoon Crossover already. You've sort of hung around despite not really winning anything. Would you be surprised if you went home tonight?
Samurai Jack (to Chris): Yes.
Chris McLean (to Samurai Jack): Okay…but, can you give me more? I mean some insight into what you've been doing this entire time?
Samurai Jack (to Chris): Playing the game.
Chris McLean (to Sam): Fair enough. Sam…you're another one who's been somewhat quiet. The final female standing…do you feel vulnerable tonight?
Sam Manson (to Chris): Sure…I think we all do…well, aside from DeFranco and Frieza…the two with immunity. So, if you do the math, that means there's a 33 percent chance I go home. That number is too high for any of us to be relaxed.
Chris McLean (to Sam): Wow, Sam the mathematician.
Sam Manson (to Chris): And what is that supposed to mean?
Chris McLean (to Sam): Uhh, nothing, nothing at all! Some people might look at this grouping and say it's obvious…you, Samurai Jack and Frieza against the brothers from another mother…Phillip and Whis. IS it that simple?
Sam Manson (to Chris): We all know how close they are…and it's been something that's been in the back of our minds all game long. If they make it through tonight's vote then they will make up half the remaining players…I, personally, don't think that would be smart.
Chris McLean (to Sam): So, you're voting for Whis, then?
Sam Manson (to Chris): I'm voting for the name I gave my alliance before we came up here
Chris McLean (to Phillip): Fair enough. Now, Phillip…you seem awfully conflicted this evening. Your body language is wrought with guilt.
Phillip DeFranco (to Chris): I didn't realize how tough this game was going to be
Chris McLean (to Phillip): The deeper you get, the harder the decisions…at least that's the view from where I sit.
Phillip DeFranco (to Chris): I'm close with everyone left in the game. I honestly feel like I'm being force to pick a side tonight.
Chris McLean (to Phillip): So…is there an effort being made to break you and Whis up? That would seem like the way to go if I were in the game.
Phillip DeFranco (to Chris): I mean, sure, that's been an issue for a few votes now. Whis' been such an immunity beast that it hasn't been a realistic option. However tonight, well, he's vulnerable and, to put it nicely, people on the tribe have taken notice.
Chris McLean (to Phillip): Well, you could always give him your hidden immunity necklace, saving your best friend.
Phillip DeFranco (to Chris): I'd be lying if I said that thought hadn't crossed my mind.
Chris McLean (to Phillip): So is it safe to assume Whis is the target?
Phillip DeFranco (to Chris): We're all targets, Chris. Everyone aside from Frieza….this decision, it's so gut wrenching...
~Phillip stares at the ground. There is a long, painful silence. Whis casts a worrisome look over his new-found friend. Sam and Samurai Jack are emotionless. Frieza is simply relieved. Chris appears tense~
Chris McLean: Okay well I can't take anymore of this! So, let's vote…Whis, you're up!
~Whis stands and heads toward the voting area. He casts a vote, we can't see it…we can only hear his words in his feminine voice~
Whis: No fear.
~Whis returns. Samurai Jack stands and votes. We can't see the vote, we only hear his words~
Samurai Jack: Nothing personal. I'm out here to win.
~Samurai Jack takes a seat. Sam stands and votes~
Sam Manson: My game was almost ruined when Spencer flipped out. I really hope the vote goes the way I think it does tonight.
~Sam takes a seat. Frieza votes~
Frieza: I have tremendous respect for you as a competitor. That's the only reason I'm writing your name down.
~Frieza casts his vote and sits. DeFranco is the final voter…he makes his way to the voting area~
Phillip DeFranco: Geez.
~He holds onto the pen and taps it onto the parchment. He starts to write a name down but stops. He begins to write once again…yet pulls the pen away. He looks into the camera~
Phillip DeFranco: This sucks.
~Phillip lets out a deep sigh and, with almost a 'fuck it' attitude, takes the pen and scribbles down a name. He places the vote into the bucket and returns to his seat. Chris snares the bucket and returns~
Chris McLean: Alright, all the votes have been cast. If anybody would like to play a hidden immunity idol now would be the time to do so.
~Whis looks at Phillip. Phillip looks at Whis…he then turns his eyes toward the ground. The dramatic music comes to a halt~
Chris McLean: Okay then…once the votes are read the decision is final and the person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. I'll read the votes.
~Everyone is on edge. This vote is huge~
Chris McLean: First vote is…. Whis
~ Whis adjusts his position a bit, remaining hopeful~
Chris McLean: Second vote… Whis
~Whis' shoulders dip a bit…one more vote and he's gone~
Chris McLean: Third vote…Samurai Jack
~Samurai Jack smirks, hiding the concern that is given away by the sweat forming just beneath his brow~
Chris McLean: That's two votes and one vote Samurai Jack. I'll read the next vote.
~Chris pulls out the next vote~
Chris McLean: Fourth vote and the 16th person voted out of Cartoon Crossover Survivor… Whis.
~Whis appears stoic as ever, even smiling slightly as he stands up.~
Chris McLean (to Whis): Whis, that's enough. You'll need to bring me your torch.
Whis (to Chris): No.
~Chris's eyes widen, unsure of what he just heard.~
Chris McLean (to Whis): …No? What do you mean, "no"?
Whis (to Chris): I'll not need to do anything. Our lives are one enormous set of choices. Our only need is to make them.
Chris McLean (to Whis): Oh. So… could you choose to bring me your torch? Please?
Whis (to Chris): That I will.
~Chris appears relieved as Whis grabs his torch, making eye contact with each of his tribemates. Sam tries to look away. Samurai Jack makes an effort to look disinterested, but a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. Frieza shifts on his stump uneasily. DeFranco just nods, visibly upset. Whis places his torch down in front of Chris and flashes a knowing smirk.~
Chris McLean: Whis, the tribe has spoken. It's time for you to go.
~Chris puts the torch out. exits the tribal council area~
Chris McLean: Alright, a tough vote…decisions were made tonight that will have an immediate impact on who wins this game. Only two more votes are left before we reach the final 2. You all can head back to camp…I'll see you at the next challenge.
~The remaining Savadigm members stand and exit. Our feed comes to an end~
NEXT TIME ON Cartoon Crossover SURVIVOR: Phillip DeFranco's guilt turns to anger. Heads will roll. Is Samurai Jack in charge? Has he been running this game the entire time? After seeing what his tribemates did to Whis, Frieza feels immunity is his only key to making the final 2. Sam Manson continues to slide by…could she make it to the end and win? Tune in next time as we take one step closer to crowning the first ever Cartoon Crossover Survivor!
~We cut to a shot of Whis, gazing out into the Amazonian night, seemingly at peace.~
Whis: This game… was one of my great joys. I hope every member of both tribes knows just how much I was willing to put into this, and I'm proud to have left every ounce of it on the battlefield of every challenge. I have made a great friend in Phillip DeFranco and we will continue to be friends and dominate these crossovers as the now official friendship. To those who let cowardice overtake their loyalties and competitive spirits, I have no hope for you. But for the rest, I am grateful for the opportunity to play alongside you. To whoever wins now, just remember… this game was mine before she was yours.
~We fade out~
