Screaming Gophers: Beth, Geoff, Gwen, Heather, Lindsay, LeShawna, Noah, Cody, Katie, Justin, and Owen.
Killer Bass: Bridgette, Harold, Trent, Sadie, Duncan, Courtney, Tyler, Ezekiel, Eva, Izzy, and DJ.
Bold=Eliminated.
Seriously regretting voting off Justin I could've done so much with him.
"And now the always-anxiety-inducing marshmallow ceremony. When I call your name, come and get a marshmallow.
Beth.
Lindsay.
Cody.
LeShawna.
Geoff.
Gwen.
One last marshmallow. The person who doesn't get this marshmallow will walk off the dock of shame. . . and take a ride on the boat of losers. Who's it gonna be?"
Noah turned to Heather, who was smirking at him and rolled his eyes.
"This last marshmallow goes to. . .
...
...
...Heather."
"Seriously!" Noah frowned, "You guys picked her over me!"
"Sorry string bean but so far these challenges have been well pretty physical and you're not that strong." LeShawna said.
Noah sighed, "Whatever. This show was a drag anyway."
Votes
Beth - Noah
Lindsay - Noah
LeShawna - Noah
Geoff - Heather
Gwen - Heather
Cody - Heather
Noah - Lindsay
Heather - Noah
Lindsay - 1
Heather - 3
Noah - 4
It was a quiet, peaceful morning, a cute bunny hopped along, everything was serene until until Chris flew over the cabin, dressed in a pilot uniform flew over the cabins.
Duncan jumped off the bed hiding under the deck, "Oh, hit the deck! They're comin', man! They've found us!"
The Killer Bass males just stared at him in confusion. On the girls side Izzy had thrown open the window yelling how they would never catch her alive. As the helicopter flew over the Gophers side LeShawna shot up, hitting her head on the bunk above her.
"Ugh! Okay, that dude is really starting to get on my last nerve!" She said.
"Tell me about it." Gwen mumbled.
Heather let out a yawn, "Whatever. He just loves ruining our mornings. Beth, Lindsay, go warm-up the shower for me. . . now. And remember. . ."
Beth let out a sigh rolling her eyes, "Not too hot this time I know."
All of the girls stood outside of the washroom, crossing their legs and fidgeting to prevent themselves from peeing their pants.
"What's the holdup?" Bridgette asked.
"Heather needs her private time." Lindsay answered.
"How long's queenie gonna be in there? I got urgent business!" LeShawna glared.
"She could still be a while." Beth groaned.
"There's more than one shower in there, and bathrooms." Gwen scowled, "I'll deal with her after I pee."
With that she opened the door and went inside followed by the rest of the female campers.
"Hey, what are you doing in here. This is my shower time." Heather snapped.
"Can it." Gwen said, and flushed the toilet as Heather out a scream.
"Cold! AHHHHHHHH! TOO COLD!"
Confessional
Heather: (teeth chattering) "T-T-That got-t-th gi-irl is g-goi-ng d-down."
End Confessional
Just then Chris' voice was heard on the loud speaker, "I hope you're ready for the most challenging challenge yet. Breakfast in three minutes at the campfire pit."
"Great what torture does he have in store for us now?" Courtney sighed.
"Are you ready for today's extreme max impact challenge?!" Chris smiled, practically bouncing with excitement.
"Totally bruh!" Geoff cheered fist bumping with Cody.
"Incoming!" Chris said throwing a couple of cans, one was about to hit Bridgette but was caught by DJ.
"Thanks?" She smiled.
"No problem."
Everyone else either caught or avoided the cans thrown at them.
"Um Chris?" Heather asked holing a can of beans. "What is this?"
"This..." he tossed a few more cans in their direction, "...is breakfast."
Heather raised an eyebrow frowning, "No, breakfast is crepes, croissants, even Chef's yucky burnt eggs."
"Today's challenge is about survival," Chris continued, ignoring her "We're going hunting!" He pulled out a lime green gun from behind his back, which got the attention of a few campers.
"Now that's more like it." Duncan smirked.
"Isn't that a paintball gun?" Harold asked and stepped up, observing the gun.
"Why, yes, Harold, it is." Chris smirked and proceeded to shoot him in the side.
"Ohh!"
"So we won't be killing anything?" Bridgette asked.
"Negatory. This is the first ever paintball deer hunt. I'll announce the teams once we get into the woods. So. . . finish breaky." Chris said walking away.
"Oh joy." Gwen mumbled sarcastically.
"Aw come on babe it's not all bad." Geoff said smiling at her and making her blush and turn her head.
Confessional
Gwen: So I guess we're dating but I don't know, it's um progressing I guess
Geoff: Gwen and I are dating! I haven't kissed her yet but she seems like the girl who takes things slow and I respect that...mostly
Heather: Party boy and weird goth girl who would've guessed i need to keep an eye on them
Cody: Once Gwen realizes Geoff isn't for her she'll coming running back tome
End Confessional
After 'breakfast' everyone gathered just outside the woods, the two teams on opposite sides and Chris stood next to a rack holding paintball guns.
"And now for the team breakdowns. The Killer Bass hunters are. ." Chris said throwing them green paintball guns, "Harold, Tyler, Izzy, and Bridgette locked and loaded with Bass blue paint. And using orange paint are the Gopher hunters - LeShawna, Beth, Lindsay, and Cody." He handed them pink paintball guns, "You also get these stylin' glasses and wicked camo caps. The rest of you are now deer. Here are you're antlers, noses, and little white tails. Haha!"
"Yeah, right. I'm not wearing that." Heather huffed crossing her arms
"There's no way I'm a deer." Duncan glared.
Chris slapped the costume on him, and smirked, "Take these off, and your team is toast."
Cody snickered at Duncan who turned to him glaring, "What are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing. . . Bambi."
"You'd better be a good shot."
The Bass deers were all grouped together, walking through the woods.
"I don't know about y'all, but I'm out of here." DJ said with a smile, bounding off on all fours.
"Okay. . . What the hell was that?" Duncan asked,
Courtney shook her head. "Heck if I know."
Gwen glanced at Heather, noticing her sitting on a stump, filing her nails. "Are you coming?"
"No, I'm going to wait for Lindsay and Beth and make them protect me for the whole game." Heather sniffed raising her nose in the air.
Gwen placed her hands on her hips. "Wouldn't that be against the rules?"
"Do you see a rules person anywhere? Worry about your own fluffy tails."
Geoff shrugged and he and Gwen walked away.
"Suit yourself."
Harold, Bridgette, Tyler, and Izzy, all held their hands in a circle.
"And. . . break."
As the rest put ont thier glasses and hats, Bridgette stared at her gun.
"Okay, you do realize this is all pretend, right, and that it's just paint? So, say, if you, like, hit Heather. . ." Harold trailed off.
"Wait. Heather's a deer?" Bridgette said putting on her glasses, "This is gonna be fun."
"Start your paintballs! Game on!" Chris said over the loud speaker.
Beth let out a cheer, "All right! Let's go bag some deer!"
LeShawna cheered with her. "Uh-huh, I am down with that."
DJ sat in a clearing, eating grass like a deer. Suddenly instinct told him to duck, but he ignored it as an orange paintball flew over his head. He let out a gasp and began bounding away.
"Dammit!" Tyler said as he popped up from the bushes an went chasing after him.
"Oh, man. We're back to where we started, and we haven't seen one deer." Beth sighed.
Heather cleared her throat as they walked up. "What took you so long?"
"Were we supposed to come find you?" Beth asked confused
"Hello. Alliance, anyone?"
"Oh, oh! Me! Can I be in one?!" Lindsay pleaded.
"You already are, Lindsay that's the point. Now go find me some berries. I'm starving."
"Whoo-hoo! Yeah!" She said running off.
"Shouldn't we be, you know, hunting?" Beth asked.
"She is hunting" Heather smiled, "For me. But, actually, berries won't be enough. Go get me some chips."
"In the forest?"
"In the dining hall, now. And not barbecue!"
Confessional
Beth: Heather can be so mean! She treats me and Lindsay like her slaves and makes us do everything for her! I really hate her sometimes! (nervously) Heather won't hear this, right?
End Confessional
As Beth hid behind the corner of the mess hall, Chef emerged from the building wearing swim trunks and an inner tube. Whistling happily, he made his way past Beth. Once he was gone Beth stepped out and ran into the mess hall the door slammed open to reveal Chef Hatchet.
"You did not just steal food from my kitchen!" he barked, charging at the teenaged girl who quickly ducked aside and ran out the door. Beth bolted out of the mess hall, and stopped a little ways into the woods.
Confessional
Beth: So, I'm running for my life from this psycho chef when, all of a sudden, it hit me - I'm doing this for Heather? I don't even like her!
End Confessional
With that in mind Beth opened the chips taking a large handful out and began eating it.
DJ had been running for his life for a little while now, and had finally found himself at the top of the 1000-foot cliff. Trapped.
"Nowhere to run, DJ."
Glancing behind him, his Izzy stepped out of the bushes. "Prepare to die."
DJ looked around and stood up before jumping off the cliff, Izzy chasing after him, shooting her paintballs as they fought in the air before they hit the water.
Beth heard a rustling in the bushes, but continued walking, annoyed she called out, "Whoever you are, go ahead - shoot me. You can't make today suck any more than it already does."
Cody stepped out of the bushes. "We're both hunters, and on the same team. There's nothing productive about shooting you. So how goes it?"
Beth let out a sigh, "I'm so done with this game."
"What happened? Have you bagged any deer yet?"
"No, but I did risk my life to steal a bag of chips."
"What took you so long?" Heather snapped.
Beth rolled her eyes shoving the bag in her hand's
"Here. I hope you know what I had to go through to get those."
Heather glanced in the bag and shook it peering inside it and recoiled in disgust, "There's like eleven chips left. And they're barbeque. Go exchange them for dill pickle."
"No."
"What did you just say?"
Cody grabbed the bag pouring the rest in his hand and left, "I'm just gonna. . . yeah." He ran off leaving the two girls to fight.
"Take it back."
"No."
"Take. . . it. . . back."
"No, I'm tired of being your slave. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a challenge to complete."
Before she could say anything else, a blue paintball hit Heather in the arm.
"Ouch! Whoever you are, this is so not cool! OW!"
The second shot hit her in the face.
Bridgette and Harold let out a high five and ran away laughing.
Lindsay was picking berries from a bush, when Heather came.
"Look Heather I got berries."
She glared slapping the berries out of her hands, "Never mind, just follow me."
Beth crouched behind a bush, Trent in her sight, and was about to pull the trigger, Heather let out a yell.
"Hey, Beth!"
At the sound of Heather's shout, Trent ran out of the clearing.
"Ohh, I totally had him." She sighed.
Heather sneered. "We've been talking about you."
"We have?" Lindsay asked.
"Zip it, Lindsay-ette. We decided to give you one last chance. If you take it back, you can rejoin our alliance."
Beth raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Take back what?"
"The 'n' word - 'no'."
"I don't wanna take it back."
"You are nothing without me!"
"Do you know why we keep losing challenges?"
"Because they're stupid and lame?"
"No. Because you spend so much time being mean that you don't even try. All you care about is bossing us around!"
Narrowing her eyes, Heather took off her deer nose, and threw it, hitting Beth in the face.
"Ohh! That is it!"
"Bring it, dweeb!"
Confessional
Lindsay: I totally admire Belle for standing up to Heather, but she's so dead now!
End Confessional
"I am giving you one last chance."
"Why? Because you know you can't win without your little alliance?"
"I can make your life miserable here!"
"You already do, Miss 'come put lotion on my nasty alligator skin.' What do I have to lose?"
Confessional
LeShawna: Two hours of sneaking around in the woods, and I hadn't shot a darn thing. What kind of messed-up person actually does this for fun?
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LeShawna peeked through some bushes barely able to see anything and shot.
"Ow LeShawna!" Heather said glaring at her.
"Oops sorry girl."
"Ugh LeShawna you idiot! OW!" Heather shouted as Beth shot her and fell to the ground, "Charley horse."
"Girl you're crazy."
"it just looked like alot of fun when you did it."
Heather got up snatching Lindsay's paintball gun and began firing at LeShawna and Beth who fired back.
Duncan stood in front of a tree, spray-painting a red skull, Courtney standing behind him and walked up to him.
"Do you always have to defile things."
"Only when I'm with you."
"Well, I'm heading back. this stupid game must be almost over by now." She started to walk past him.
"You're going the wrong way." Duncan said.
She stopped turning around, "Excuse me. I was a C.I.T., remember? I have a natural sense of direction. Camp is this way."
Duncan pointed in the opposite direction."No, it's that way."
Both proceeded to walk in their chosen directions, and bumped into each other, locking antlers.
"Ugh! Ohh. Very funny. Now let me go!"
"Hey, Court', this isn't my idea of fun, either."
"Great, Duncan."
Confessional
Duncan: Sure, we could have taken those lame-o antler hats off, but Miss counselor in training would probably go blab to Chris and have us disqualified. And, hey, I kind of liked it.
End Confessional
"Now what?!"
". . . Do you wanna make out?"
Cody, Gwen, and Geoff stumbled into the clearing as Heather, Beth, and LeShawna shot at each other while Lindsay was ducking in a corner.
"Guys we're on the same team!" Gwen shouted.
Heather growled and shot her in the leg.
"Ow!"
"That's for this morning!"
"You don't get to hog the bathroom!"
Heather shot her some more, before turning back to Beth and LeShawna.
"Give me that!" Gwen shouted, snatching the paintball from Beth and shooting Heather.
Confessional
Geoff: Note to self do not make Gwen mad...ever
Cody: It was like a giant cat fight dude.
End Confessional
Tyler peeked ahead at the sound of yelling and looked over the bushes, before turning back to his fellow Bass hunters.
"On the count of three. One...two...three."
"BONSAI!" Izzy yelled.
They opened fire covering everyone on the Gopher team in blue paint.
Chris spoke up over the speaker. "Attention, human wildlife, and hunters. Please report back to camp. It's time to show your hides and tally up the scores."
Chris walked back and forth, shaking his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Stealing from Chef, eating chips in the woods, shooting your own team members. Do you know what I see here? I see a very undisciplined group. I see a disgraceful mess. I see a massive waste of paint product. And I have to say. . . that was awesome! Haha! When you guys opened fire on your own team - wicked TV, guys."
"Hey, where are Duncan and Courtney?" Tyler asked.
Trent chuckled as the two of them walked into the clearing antlers locked. mentioned walked up, antlers locked. "Duncan, you sly dog, you."
"What can I say, the girl can't keep her antlers off me." Duncan grinned.
Courtney scowled kicking him in the crotch, "Ohh! Can't even bend over." He whispered.
"Easy, Courtney. Well since all but one of the Gophers are dripping in paint -"
Lindsay turned around, showing blue paint all over her back.
"Woah so all of the Gophers are dripping in paint, I think we have our winner."
The Bass let out a cheer throwing their hands up.
"You're off to a hunting-camp shindig! Okay, Gophers, I'll see you at the campfire ceremony. . . again."
(Campfire ceremony)
"I only have seven marshmallows with me. When I call your name, come up and get one. The camper.."
"Who doesn't receive a marshmallow must walk the dock of shame, catch the boat of losers and never come back. Yeah, we get it. Can we get on with it?" Gwen snapped.
" Okay, fine. Spoil the moment." Chris huffed. "The first marshmallow goes too..."
Rankings:
Ezekiel: 22nd. Because he can't help the way he was raised, he'd continue making comments until someone tells him it's wrong which they wouldn't do. I also just don't know how to write him. Besides I had to keep something canon.
Sadie: 21st. She's useless to her team without Katie, so there's no point keeping her around.
Katie: 20nd. See above
Justin: 19th. Heather should've left, I kinda regret this but Heather causes more drama than Justin ever could.
Owen: 18th. This would've happened if the Killer Bass had won either him or Izzy and since Izzy, wasn't there it was goodbye Owen. Not much you can do about that.
Eva: 17th. They remember her temper it's only a matter of time before she blows up at them why risk it.
Noah: 16th. So far all challenges seem physical and he's a little useless in that manner.