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.

"Who wants a treat - a tasty goody that represents exemption, security, peace of mind -"

LeShawna huffed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, just get on with it."

"And if you don't get a marshmallow, you have to walk the dock of shame and you can never come back. Ever. Let's see. One for...

Geoff.

Gwen.

Cody.

LeShawna.

Beth and Lindsay looked at each other nervously while Chris held the last marshmallow. "Both of you lose the challenges and caused serious damage to your teammates. However Lindsay almost killed someone so Beth you're safe."

"Awww!" Lindsay sighed, "Well it was nice meeting you all."

She went around giving everybody a hug goodbye before she boarded the boat of losers.

Votes

Geoff - Beth

Gwen - Lindsay

Cody - Lindsay

Beth - Geoff

LeShawna - Lindsay

Lindsay - LeShawna

Results

Lindsay 3

Beth 1

Geoff 1

Leshawna 1

Duncan was busy carving a skull into the side of the cabin, when the cabin door slammed open.

Harold held up a giant s'more, underwear replacing the marshmallows. "Okay, who's made s'mores out of my underwear?"

Duncan and Tyler laughing, slapping five. Tugging one out, he tossed it away. Unfortunately, it landed in front of Courtney as she passed by.

"Eww! Harold, you are so totally gross."

"No, wait. It wasn't me."

She left, not giving him a chance to defend himself and he went back in and slammed the door.

"Sometimes he just makes it too easy." Tyler snickered.

Duncan nodded. "I hear ya, man."

Suddenly Chef could be heard shouting over the speaker.

"Listen up, you little cockroaches. I want all campers to report to the dock of shame at 0900 hours."

Everyone glanced at each others in confusion.

"That means now, maggots - NOW!"

Everyone stood in line before Chef, who was dressed as a drill Sargent, loud speaker in hand.

"Line up and stand at attention. You call this proper formation?"

He smacked Geoff's legs with his pace stick. "Feet together!"

Next was Duncan, "Arms down!"

"Eyes forward!" Slapping Trent's head.

He hit Beth's chin, "Head up!"

He hit the campers several times, as Gwen leaned over to LeShawna "Oh, this is going to be a fun day."

Chef immediately got in her face. "What did you say to me, soldier?!"

"Um. . . nothing?"

"And you will continue to say nothing until I tell you that you can say something."

Chef began pacing along the dock, "Today's challenge will not be an easy one. In fact, I do not expect everyone to come out alive. My orders are to make sure that all of the babies in front of me drop out of my boot camp except one. The last one standing wins immunity for their team."

"Uh, what happened to Chris?" Bridgette asked.

Chef continued to talk, "Rule number 1 - you will address me as 'Master Chief.' Have you got that?"

"Yes, Master Chief!"

"You will sleep when I tell you to sleep, and you will eat only when I tell you to eat. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master Chief!"

"Rule number 2 - when you are ready to give up, you will walk to the end of the dock and ring the bell. Which brings me to rule number 3 - I'd like to get one quit in before the end of the first day, and that day will not end until someone drops out. Now get your butts down to the beach, soldiers - now, now, now!"

CONFESSIONAL

Gwen: Okay. Whoever thought it was a good idea to give Chris this challenge off, and put the crazy, psycho Chef in charge of this one; I must say, I'm impressed.

Bridgette: Psycho Chef is in charge you have got to be kidding me.

END CONFESSIONAL

"Listen up. Each team must hold a canoe over their heads. I catch you taking your hands off the canoe, and you will be eliminated. And no one eats lunch until someone drops out. Hehe. Canoes up!"

Both teams raised up their canoes.

Tyler scoffed, "This isn't that hard."

"Piece of cake." Trent nodded.

Some were starting to strain, a few stomachs rumbling, as sweat began to drip.

"Come on, you sissies. It's only been three hours."

Chris grinned, having finally made an appearance.

"Looks like they missed lunch today."

"Mm-hmm. Guess they just weren't hungry. Unless someone wants to quit now."

The camera zoomed out to show them on top of the canoes

Tyler had taken his hands off the canoe, and attached a fishing hook to Harold's underwear, slowly reeling it in..."Time to land that fish." He grinned ripping his underwear.

"Ow! Idiots!" Harold shouted.

Chef poked his head down. "Is there a problem down here?"

"No."

Chef nodded and returned.

"25 of us went into the jungle that night. Only five came back out."

"What war were you in, anyway?" Gwen yawned.

"Did I ask you to speak? Because I don't remember asking you to speak."

"Whatever. He so wasn't in a war." She rolled her eyes.

Suddenly Beth let go, making her way to the bell.

"Guys, I can't do this anymore. I have no more feeling in my arms."

"Beth girl no!" LeShawna shouted.

"Looks like we got ourselves a quitter." Chef smirked.

She stopped in front of the bell, thumping it with her head to ring it.

Both teams tossed away their canoes, the Bass grinning.

Chef walked up to the girl, "Listen here, you have nothing to be ashamed of..." He pulled out his megaphone "Except being a little baby and let your team down! The rest of you to the mess hall! Dinner is served."

CONFESSIONAL

Beth: I let the team down but I was just so tired.

Geoff: This kinda reminds me of game my bros and I used to play called dare. It was horrible

Trent: Okay yeah Chef is insane but like the producers wouldn't let anyone actually get hurt would they.

END CONFESSIONAL

"All right, maggots, open your ears. You've got 10 minutes to eat before night training begins, so get to it."

They all let out groans. "Night training? No way."

Gwen spoke up. "Um, excuse me, Master Chief. Where's the food?"

He smirked, waving towards the garbage cans next to him. "You're looking at it. Hehehe."

Trent lifted the lid. "This is the leftover garbage from this morning's breakfast."

He nodded. "Darn right. When you're at war, you take what you can get."

Chris grinned. "Well, I can see that you've got this under control. I'm off to craft services. Coming?"

"Serve me up some of that."

A few moments after they left, a couple of people began wearily rummaging through the garbage.

"Hey, Harold. We felt really bad about the whole underwear fishing incident thing. So, here." Duncan said handing him a cup of orange liquid, "We found you some apple juice."

"Thanks." As drank before spitting it out, "That's not juice!"

"Oh, my mistake, dude. We must've confused it with the kitchen grease." Duncan laughed high-fiving Tyler.

"Talk about immature." Gwen mumbled turning away from the scene.

"Dude makes it too easy." Geoff stated, shrugging.

"That doesn't make it right." Cody piped up.

Chef had everyone dancing in formation, until Duncan turned off the music as the rest of the campers sighed with relief.

Courtney spoke, worried. "Duncan, what are you doing?"

"One of us drops out, we're done for the day." He smirked.

"We're done when I say we're done. Now drop and give me 20." Chef glared.

Duncan rolled his eyes, but complied.

"Anyone else got anything they want to say?"

" Uhhh, yeah, can I go to the bathroom?" Gwen asked raising her hand.

Moments later she was in the bathroom with a mop and a bucket, "Not exactly what I had in mind."

"For your next challenge, you will complete a 300-word essay about how much you love. . . me. Anyone who falls asleep or fails to complete the challenge will be eliminated."

At 3 o-clock sharp, he came through and collected the essays, stopping to read Duncan's.

"'I love Master Chief Hatchet because he is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very'. . . " He went through the other pages frowning, "This is just one sentence with five pages of 'verys' in-between!"

Duncan smirked, "It's three hundred words exactly. You can count it if you want."

He walked away slipping kitchen grease, and got up wiping it off and slammed his fist on the table, Beth and Tyler fell alseep on. "You two slackers are out. The rest of you, get to bed and report to the playing fields at 0500 hours."

"You missed a spot there." Duncan snickered

Chef turned around "What?! Do you wanna run 15 laps around this camp right now?!"

Courtney piped up coming to his defense, "No, thanks. He's going straight to bed. Aren't you?!"

They walked to the other side of the ktichen and she placed her hands on her hips frowning, "What are you trying to do? Get eliminated?"

"I didn't know you cared."

"I don't! I just don't wanna lose this challenge. Now, stop being such a screw-up, and do what you're told for once. Okay?" She snapped walking away as Trent came up.

"She wants me." Duncan smirked.

Trent raised an eyebrow, "No doubt."

CONFESSIONAL

Trent: Yeah so me and the rest of the Killer Bass actually have a bet on when they're gonna hook up. The Gophers are in on it too.

Cody: I'm not even on their team and even I can see the tension

END CONFESSIONAL

The remaining teens stood at the beginning of a very muddy obstacle course.

"You will all run this course until you can all complete it in under one minute. Am I making myself clear?"

"Crystal." Duncan smirked.

Courtney glared at Duncan. "If you lose this for us, I'm gonna make you so miserable."

"Too late for that."

"Go, maggots, go!"

Everyone went through the course several times, some doing better than others. Until Harold fell off the climbing wall, landing face first in the mud, he sat up and began vomiting.

Uhh, General Crazy, we've got a situation here." Duncan stopping next to him.

"Too...much...mud." Harold said throwing up between words.

Chef pulled him up "Ring the bell and report to the infirmary. Your tour of duty is finished."

As Harold left, Duncan smirked. "Wow, poor guy."

Chef turned to Duncan, "Back on the course, soldiers. NOW! One false move and I'll be on you like stink on a poop wagon."

"I look forward to it, SIR!" He smirked.

As the course went on a few more found themselves falling at different points. Bridgette got tangled in the ropes, Gwen got stuck in a tire.

LeShawna crawled her way under the swinging axes, only to find herself sinking.

Duncan crawled passed her, snickering. "Fallen soldier, I salute you."

He stopped crawling when he found Chef standing in his way.

"You just earned yourself twenty more push ups!"

Duncan stood up kissing Chef's nose, "Thank you!"

Chef stood still as he turned red with fury everyone taking a step back.

"I think you may have pushed him over the edge, bro!" Geoff muttered

Duncan nodded, " I think you might be right."

"One night solitary confinement in the Boat House." Chef seethed.

Everyone let out a gasp except for Duncan who rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, "Big deal. How scary can it be?"

Duncan glanced around the building he was in, full of canoes, harpoons, shark jaws, hooks, and a hung shark it's self were hanging all over and let out a sigh.

"Should have kept my big mouth shut."

Courtney bit her lip turning to Bridgette, "I'm going to go check on him."

"You like him." She smirked.

"I do not like him."

"Yes, you do."

"Not only do I not like him, I can't stand him. He's rude, he's rebellious and he's totally annoying. I'm gonna go check on him." She said walking away

CONFESSIONAL

Bridgette: She likes him.

Courtney: I do not like him at most I tolerate him

END CONFESSIONAL

Courtney opens the boat house cabin door, "Hellloo? Duncan?"

Said boy quit his whistling throwing the broom away, "Princess!

"I wish you'd stop calling me that."

"So...come to claim a kiss?"

"Even pigs deserve a meal." She said handing her a bowl of food.

He took it shaking it as the food stuck to the bowl and threw it behind him, "Err...no thanks, I'll stick with the bait." He then pointed to a bucket of worms.

Courtney sat down on a bucket of food, "Yeah, well, that's all Chef would serve us after out pathetic performance on the obstacle course. Why do you egg Chef on like that? You know you're going to get in trouble."

"Why are yoU so uptight all the time?"

Courtney stood up, crossing her arms, "I am NOT uptight!"

"You ALWAYS follow the rules."

"Well...you always have to break them!"

"Only the ones I want to." He said winking at her.

Courtney turned around, her back facing him, "Okay, so maybe I do follow the rules..I guess that makes me a big uptight loser in your books right?"

Duncan shrugged, "Maybe."

Courtney let out am aggravated yell, "ARGH."

"So wht do you follow them?" Duncan asked.

Courtney turned back to him holding a fish yelling at him, "Because not following them gets you thrown into a fish cabin!"

"But I'm in the fish cabin with you, aren't I?" Duncan smirked, at her blush, "Feel like ditching this crap for some peanut butter and jam?"

"Are you kidding me? All I've had for 2 days is the gruel...but Chef will never give it to us." She sighed.

"Now see?" Duncan wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "That's the problem with your thinking. The trick, is to not ask for it."

"Do you have some on you?"

"No. But I happen to know where you can find some...it will involve breaking a lot of rules though...you in?"

Courtney bit her lip before giving him a high five, "Lets do it!"

"Well alright then."

The two them snuck into Cehf and Chris' craft tent heading for the fridge.

Courtney giggled, "If we get caught, we are soo dead."

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Heck yes, this is the most fun I've had here yet...a little present custody of the Killer Bass." She said placing a fish in the fridge.

"Now you're learning." Duncan said putting an arm around her.

They got up running away as Courtney let out a cheer. "WHOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Geoff sat near corner with Gwen in his lap sitting next to LeShawna, Beth and Cody and various members of the Killer Bass

"What is with all those lame war stories? he is SO demented." Gwen said handing Geoff a piece of cake and giggling when he went to kiss her cheek.

LeShawna piped up "Girl, these nails weren't made for combat training, you know what I'm saying?"

Bridgette nodded, sharing a chocolate bar with Tyler, blushing. "Seriously, if I wanted to join the army, I would've."

Suddenly Harold groaned, "Oh guys gross."

He had lifted his blanket to see a smiley face made of peanut butter on his bed.

Duncan snickered, "Now see? That's a waste of good peanut butter."

Bridgette tried to take a sandwich from Courtney, "Okay, I think you've had enough."

"No, no, just one more." She said shoving a peanut better sandwich in her mouth, and immediately felt queasy, "Okay that was a mistake." She got up running out of the room.

Everyone else in the room began snickering at Courtney's predicament.

Duncan walked outside as Courtney finished throwing up, "So! The Princess has a dark side!"

Courtney sat up wiping her mouth, "Okay. That was so gross. But it was, like... once I did something bad, it was so much fun, I just wanted more!"

"Well, you could always give me that kiss. That'd be pretty bad."

Courtney ruffled his hair, "You're still not my type."

Duncan crossed his arms leaning on her side, "Fine. Enjoy a peanut butter-less life."

Courtney did the same smiling, "Thanks. Enjoy prison."

"I will."

Courtney turned around, cupping Duncan's face, kissing him for before walking away.

Trent and Tyler walked out of the cabin.

"Dude yes!" Tyler said slapping him on the back.

"Told you she wanted me."

At that moment Chef's voice came up on the loud speaker, "Attention remaining boot camper groups: the next evolution of your training begins tomorrow morning at 0700 hours. And if I catch the sucker that took my dessert, your butt is mine!"

The remaining six, Duncan, Courtney, Geoff, Gwen, LeShawna and DJ, hung upside down from a tree branch on either side.

"What you are experiencing is an ancient form of torture. By now, the blood has begun rushing to your head. The next stage is nausea, followed by dizziness and a flushed appearance. As the blood begins to pool in your eyes, you may experience fainting spells."

Duncan felt himself start to experience the symptoms and fell landing on his face.

"Duncan!" Courtney shouted out.

Bridgette ran up to Duncan, "It's okay, he's alright!"

Courtney gave her a thumbs up, then used her arms to hold on to the tree and everyone else began copying her.

Beth let out a sigh, "I can't reach." Instead she fell on the floor.

Courtney let out a laugh as she started laughing hysterically.

"Stop laughing this instance!" Chef shouted.

"I'm sorry." She let out a snort, "I can't help it, woah!" She said falling off.

Chef let you a sigh, "I expected more out of you solider."

Courtney stood up, "Ahem...I just have one thing to say to you."

"And what would that be?"

"You REALLY need to take a chill pill." She said walking to Duncan laughing, as everyone gasped.

He gave her high-five, "Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about." He said putting an arm around her.

Courtney shouted up, "Alright DJ, it's all up to you!"

"You got this Gwen? Geoff?" LeShawna spoke up.

"Oh yeah, I can hang here all day. Geoff?"

"Rock on sister! I live for the head rush...it feels...sooo...good..." He fell off landing on his face.

"Ooh, that's going to leave a mark." Courtney winced.

Two minutes later DJ passed out falling from the tree.

"Yeah! Gophers win."

Geoff hosted Gwen on his shoulders as everyone began cheering her.

Chef walked up to them, "Congratulations soilder, I would go to war with you any day."

Gwen nodded nervously, "I'll keep that in mind when...searching for a career."

"You do that, soldier." He said getting teary-eyed, "You do that."

"I only have 7 marshmallows on my plate. And these marshmallows represent the campers that will continue to be. . . campers. . . here. You've all cast your ballots in the confession can. If I do not call your name, you must immediately go down to the dock of shame, catch the boat of losers, and go home. And you can't come back. . . ever." Chris said.

The Killer Bass rolled their eyes all exchanging looks, as Chrs continued. "The first marshmallow goes too...

So if things seem to stay the same well I'm not really changing the characters personalities just the way certain things play out. Like Heather is gone so the Gophers have no drama, and how you guys choose who's leaving will affect the next few chapters. So yeah.

You guys know the deal vote for who you want to win and leave. Also you guys will be voting for who you want to win the merge and the show. I know who I want to win and I hope you guys vote for them 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.

Heather: 15th. Do I even need to explain. She's mean my only regret is kicking off Justin instead of her

Izzy: 14th. She was head chef, she took responsibility for their loss and also they know she's crazy.

Lindsay: 13th. Sure she's nice but she's not exactly useful unless there's a beauty pageant.