Disclaimer - All rights belong to Teletoon, Cartoon Network, and the creators of TDI. No profit is being made in the making of the fanfiction. This alternate-universe episode of TDI contains stunts performed by written teens. Please don't try any of this at home, except for the MMORPG part. Just game at a considerable rate, don't let it eat into your homework time, and please, play as a gnome. They're the best.
The Kobold Necromancer's Notes - I'm going to avoid spoilers for TDWT, mostly because I'm sure there's a great deal of you who have no idea how it's gone, done, and ended. And frankly, I'm rather sick of talking about it, because I'm. Not. Happy.
The old poll, about which class you'd all like to be, was an incredible roller coaster. Aside from Soldier, every class was high at some point, a good deal at the top at some point. But the one to end up highest at the end was Jester, and I appreciate my fellow comedian warriors! Though I do worry about the great deal of you who picked Assassin...
Now there is a new poll, but PLEASE make sure to read this chapter first. The new poll is about who you think will win TDBG now that ten people have been voted off, and the loser of this challenge isn't in the poll. So as you can see, unless you want to be spoiled, read this chapter first.
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Chapter 35 - Minus 50 DKP!
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(Janitor's Closet - So soon into the game!)
Izzy - "Now see here, these new recruits in the Prism of War are pretty good, but they don't have the killer instinct!" *She yanks the ax out of the wall.* "If fighting is sure to result in victory, then you must fight!"
*She swings it, cleaving all of the trash left up there, shattering or breaking it further. She pauses, then looks at the camera again.* "Sun Tzu said that. And I'd say he knows a little more about fighting than you do, pal!"
*She sits down on the cot as she explains.* "Because he invented fighting, and then he patented it, so that no man could fight without him getting royalties from it! Rawr!"
*The redhead stomps on the cot, breaking the frame. Grabbing the baseball bat, she breaks the already-broken stuff on the floor.* "Then he used his royalties money to buy a boat, and then he herded two of every animal onto it, and then he beat the crap out of all of them! Like this!"
*She continues to bash already-bashed items, and destroys the throw pillows, fluff everywhere now. Izzy grins, and then yanks the crowbar out of the wall, scratching the sloppy paint job and ruining Duncan's spray paint. She cackles mercilessly.*
"And from that day on, any time there's a bunch of animals together in one place, it's called a TZU!"
Joel - *looking at the carnage Izzy has brought upon the closet* "Oh my. I'd better get my poster out of here, fast!" *He scrambles to get his beloved poster.*
Chef Hatchet - "I swear, saying that girl ain't right in the head would imply there's direction up there! Now I gotta clean all this crap up and redo the walls!"
Beth - "Sometimes I think Izzy's just really smart, and does things like this because her mind's buzzing for things to do."
Izzy - *staring directly at the camera with a couple crashed ping-pong balls in one hand and a dinged baseball bat in the other* "UNLESS IT'S A FARM!"
(Team 1 - Noah (L), Lindsay, Yoshi, Mandy, Valerie)
"Alright troops, way to kill the demon cook," Noah cheered as he had his character laugh at the corpse of Demon Chef Cleaver. "That worked out better than I thought it would. Nice healing, Lindsay."
Lindsay squealed in joy and lunged at Noah to embrace him in a hug; however, as soon as her arms were far enough around him, the cord on her headphones reached its limit. She was pulled back, with Noah in her arms, as she hit the floor.
Yoshi looked down at Lindsay lying on top of a very startled Noah, and he smirked. "Well, if that's not a worthy award for our leader," he joked.
Mandy was madly cackling, as Valerie fumed. The politician girl had tried to throw the fight by "accidentally" dying, but her team had managed to kill the boss anyway. Trying to toss the contest would not work like this, she'd just have to keep trying and hope Lindsay's healing abilities were a fluke until now.
As Noah struggled to get Lindsay off of him, Yoshi wasn't letting up on the snarks. "Now that you and Lindsay have had your own little celebration party," the warrior said, "what is next?"
"What is next is that you all keep moving, keep killing the mobs until we get to the final boss, and don't you dare tell this story to my girlfriend in a way that makes it sound worse than it was."
Mandy grinned. "You mean," she started to ask, "that you were on the floor with Lindsay and she was all over you?"
"That's exactly what I mean, you stupid kobold necromancer!"
The cultist girl stuck out her tongue at the bookworm. "Hmmph, my class and race combo has done just fine, so much for your stupid curse."
"Yeah right, you think you're so hot and popular, but how good of a gamer are you, Miss Kobold Necromancer? You can't even type!"
[Cthulhusmaiden whispers to Brainizap]: You don't need typing skills when you control the undead, Noa?
[Cthulhusmaiden whispers to Brainizap]: *Boah!
[Cthulhusmaiden whispers to Brainizap]: **Noah!
(Janitor's Closet - Now trashed and Chef Hatchet cleaning.)
Mandy - *standing in the wreckage that the closet is now* "Who cares about typing skills and internet leet powers? When Cthulhu rises up and destroys such things, it'll mean the end of annoying things... like Twitter! No more Twitter!"
Gwen - *reading a new carving in the wall* " 'No more Twitter'? I'm okay with that."
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Yoshi and Chef Hatchet - Yoshi - *He is talking as Chef Hatchet sweeps up behind him.* "Personally, I think video games are a fine way for those not athletically skilled to bring up their reaction skills."
Chef Hatchet - "Heh, and then nerds will rise up and beat the crap out of tough guys like you and me, right?"
Yoshi - *smirks at Chef* "I think you've got the definition of 'tough' wrong if you're including yourself in it."
*He leaves the Janitor's Closet, leaving Chef grumbling angrily as he continues to sweep.*
(Team 2 - Anita (L), Cody, Belinda, Crystal, Tyler)
"Guys, I just want to say that you're doing so good," Anita gushed as her team carried on from the dead body of Demon Chef Cleaver. "You learn so fast, and you are really clobbering the enemy! I'm proud of all of you!"
"You're making me blush," Crystal said, giggling. "I'm really supposed to be a lover, not a fighter."
"We're just so cool, aren't we?" Tyler exclaimed, pumping his fists in the air. In his absence of control, his character walked off the edge of the platform and plummeted to his death. Tyler moaned and shook his head. "Not again!"
"Gotta keep your eye on the ball, Ty," Cody suggested. "That's how you win the game, because sports aren't so different than video games."
"Listen to Cody, he's very clever about these things," Anita continued to gush, beaming at the geek. He flushed slightly, to which she giggled.
"Right right," Tyler mumbled as he ran his character back through all the corridors to catch up. "This would be so much easier if I could actually do these things, though, you know? Like really swing a sword, not just tell a character to do it."
"You'd give yourself a nasty cut if you swung it improperly," Belinda mused. "Wouldn't want to give yourself an injury that'd caused a lot of physical therapy, would you?"
"I'm a fast healer."
"You should have played that class then."
Tyler smiled and mimed a rim shot for Belinda, to which she bowed. As they goofed around, Anita was busy making an observation.
"Strange how when we're going deeper down," she said, "the walls seem to be... freezing."
"Ice and dark rock, yes," Belinda noted, "Cor blimey, looks a bit nippy, considering we were just fighting over lava."
"Are all video games this climate impossible?" Tyler asked.
"Yes," Cody stated proudly, "yes they are."
(Janitor's Closet - Climate's stable.)
Cody - *As he talks, Chef continues to sweep.* "Video games are always a perfect escape from reality! Though going back to reality, I have to think more about Anita now, seeing that she knows all about video games." *He swoons, then grins.* "You think Eva knows about video games too? It's so cool that girls who like gaming like me too!"
*Chef Hatchet bursts out into laughing, causing Cody to get angry and storm out.*
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Anita - "Cody's so cute when he gushes about video games. They're not for everyone, but hey, I love them. Maybe I could get a job in the future as a video game programmer, lot of technical work, but I'm sure I could manage."
*Chef Hatchet bursts out laughing again. Anita fumes, then grabs a glass that managed to stay intact from the shelf and throws it on the ground, shattering it.*
Anita - "Missed a spot, Chef." *She walks out, leaving Chef grumbling angrily again.*
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Tyler - "I'm pretty sure if I took up sword fighting, I'd do well! I'm physically fit enough!"
*Chef Hatchet cracks up again, to which Tyler grabs his push broom and breaks the handle over his knee.*
Tyler - "Still doubt it, you big jerk?"
*He hobbles out of the closet, with Chef muttering to himself that it might be best he keep his mouth shut around such sensitive teenagers.*
(Team 3 - Rodney (L), Katie, Courtney, Alfred, Bridgette)
Rodney nervously looked at his teammates. Katie and Courtney were glaring at each other from time to time, and Alfred looked apprehensive sitting next to the CIT. Bridgette didn't look very comfortable, and she spoke up.
"Look guys," she said, "let's just try to focus and only speak when need be."
"Fine by me," Courtney snapped, "just so long as you quit trying to anger me!"
"I was only teasing," said Bridgette.
"Me too," Alfred spoke up.
"No, I know you weren't," Courtney snapped at Alfred, glaring at him. "You're just a wild and crazy boy who gets kicks out of annoying people!"
Alfred cocked his head. "No, I don't."
"Yes, you do!"
Rodney whimpered. "Please, let's just go to the next boss-"
"You're a bad influence on Rodney," Courtney hollered. "Stop talking to the kid, you're bringing negative features into his upbringing, damn it!"
Alfred raised an eyebrow. "But I have to talk to him when he's our leader-"
Katie snarled and slapped Courtney's shoulder. "Will you leave Alfred alone?"
Courtney took the slap on the shoulder rather personal, and slapped Katie's back. The two girls started slap-fighting, to which Rodney tightened his helmet strap in case of emergency. Alfred and Bridgette exchanged looks.
"Is she normally like this?" Alfred asked her.
"No, she's normally very sweet," Bridgette assured him.
Alfred looked at Courtney, who was pulling one of Katie's pigtails. He winced, then looked back at the surfer girl. "She seems to take competition very seriously."
Bridgette sighed. "You really have no idea. Maybe if she wasn't in a competition, she'd be nicer to others."
"Ouch! Courtney," Katie shrieked, "not an Indian Rub, ouch!"
Rodney watched the fight, and then said into his headset, "Hey Alfred, Bridgette, we might want to just let them blow off steam. My mom once said you splash somebody fighting with cold water to get them to call it off, but I don't think that's wise around electronics."
Alfred turned to Bridgette and smiled. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"Am I a bad influence?"
"I don't think so, but my mother has always said American pop culture is a bad influence."
"Well then, I'll have to avoid becoming pop culture."
They continued to chat as Rodney watched Courtney and Katie struggle. He sighed and shook his head. "Usually this just happens in faction wars," he muttered.
(Janitor's Closet - Agrees with Bridgette's mom if you mention Jersey Shore.)
Alfred and Rodney - Alfred - "I think Courtney's a pretty cool gal, I just think she needs to lighten up. See me, when I wanna lighten up, I hang out with friends. Like this!"
*He lifts up Rodney and puts him on his shoulders.* "Okay, my little buddy, write 'Rodney was here' on the roof!"
Rodney - "Are you sure I should? Chef has to clean this whole closet..."
Alfred - "Chef is also the man who laughs at people when they fall on their face."
Rodney - "Well, I don't like it when people fall on their face."
*The prodigy writes 'Rodney was here!' and 'Be nice to others.' As he does this, someone pounds on the door.*
Courtney - "Alfred! Have you got Rodney in there? I don't want you near him, you're a very bad influence!"
Rodney - "It's okay, Miss Courtney, I'm just signing the ceiling!"
Courtney - "See? See, that's my point! You're teaching him... wait, what?"
(Team 4 - Arthur (L), Sadie, Xander, Sakaki, DJ)
Arthur drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for Sadie to revive the others and himself. "We almost lost there, nice job polishing up, DJ."
"Thanks! I normally am not such an aggressive person, though, I swear."
"You guys don't have to keep letting me know you aren't violent people deep down," Arthur replied with a chuckle. "I'm pretty sure I'm not on a show with a bunch of secret killers."
"That'd make for an interesting show," Xander remarked. "But I'd rather not be on it."
"Oh yeah, killers are not nice people to be around," Sadie agreed. "But while I'd doing this reviving and healing," she turned to Arthur. "Can I ask you now-"
"For crying out loud, are you never going to drop this subject?" Arthur groaned. "Seriously, if I answer, will you focus on the challenge?"
"Pleeeee-eeeeee-eeeease?" Sadie asked, grabbing his jacket and pulling him close. "I gots to know!"
"Alright, alright, alright," he said, prying her off of him. "You want my honest opinion?" She nodded a great many times, and he sighed. "Look, I don't know your feelings exactly, but if you're interested in Zachary, I would advise against it."
"Why?"
"He's not a nice guy, and you seem like you'd be happier with a nice guy."
Sadie blinked a few times, then asked, "Wait, what makes you think he's not a nice guy?"
"Because I'm not a nice guy, and I can tell he's the same as me."
Xander, who overheard this, let out a little scoff. "At least you don't accuse your roommate of being a racist every five seconds."
"I do with Alfred," Arthur replied, smirking.
Sadie blinked in confusion. "But aren't you both white?"
Arthur face-palmed, and groaned. "Just... just get back to the game, will you please?"
During this exchange, DJ and Sakaki exchanged a glance.
(Janitor's Closet - A very nice closet indeed.)
*DJ and Sakaki are talking as Chef Hatchet scrubs the walls in the back.*
DJ - "It is true that Zachary is not a really nice person, but do you think Sadie's into him?"
Sakaki - "I'm... I'm afraid so, she talks about him a lot in our room."
DJ - "Gee, that's not good. Maybe we should try to tell Sadie too?"
Chef Hatchet - *scrubbing* "Don't you teens ever learn to mind your own business?"
DJ - *He nervously chuckles.* "Nope, we're kinda bad like that."
Sakaki - *points at the wall* "You missed a spot there, Ch-"
*Chef Hatchet roars in frustration, and Sakaki and DJ cling to each other in terror. When he gives them the evil eye, they both flee the closet.*
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Arthur - "I'm serious when I say I'm not a nice guy. Sadie should avoid a guy like Zachary, because for someone like her, she'd be miserable. Not to mention-"
Chef Hatchet - "Hehe, you like her, pointy head?"
Arthur - "Like that's any of your business." *He rolls his eyes, then notices the messages on the ceiling.* "Missed a spot up there."
*Chef Hatchet snarls in frustration as Arthur leaves, then he sees the messages on the ceiling.*
Chef Hatchet - "How did that pip-squeak manage to reach up there?"
(Team 5 - Harold (L), Colin, Leshawna, Carol, Geoff)
"Keep pressing forward, my brave warriors," Harold cheered as they slayed another pack. "We will not falter, we will not fail, and we will defeat this evil, final boss!"
"And if you talking like a nerd," Colin snarled, "I'm gonna break your glasses."
"You break his glass," Leshawna warned him, "I break your ass."
"Wow, can you break that?" Carol asked, intrigued.
"I have," Geoff exclaimed proudly. "Well, I think I did, it sure felt like I broke my butt once!"
Harold cleared his throat. "Enough about shattered posteriors! We are near the end of the corridor!"
The rime-covered cave opened up into a diabolical lair. A circular platform with blue, glowing runes were circled around, with curved, spiked stones jutting out like a claw trying to rise up from beneath. The center had a glowing mug shot of the boss himself, who was seated upon a risen throne at the back.
He was covered in blackened armor, adorned with skulls and fur. He wore no helmet, and thus they saw his glowing, sinister eyes. When he stood, he pulled a wicked, blue blade from its scabbard, rattling the hair gel bottles tied around his waist.
"The Chris King," Harold snarled as the Chris King walked down to the center of the platform, beckoning them. "Let's show this fool he cannot mess with us!"
"We get to stick it to Chris?" Leshawna asked. "Hot damn, I gotta get me this game!"
"This is the coolest boss fight I've ever seen," Carol exclaimed, "and we haven't even fought him yet!"
Geoff tapped his lips in deep thought. "What kind of attacks would Chris Maclean had if he was an evil king?"
"I know what I'd have," Colin said, chuckling. "I'd have abilities that are about pain, suffering, and agony."
"Leshawna," Harold said, ignoring Colin, "you and I are going to be the core feature for solving this fight. You tank, I heal, and we keep each other alive so we know how this Chris will fight us."
"So long as you don't go flying into Bridgette's arms again, we have a deal, baby."
Harold blushed. "That was an accident, go-"
"Don't care, just fight," Colin shouted, startling all of his teammates.
(Janitor's Closet - Experiencing the wrath of the Chris King.)
*As the contestants talk, Chef is on a stepladder, scrubbing off the messages on the ceiling.*
Leshawna - "If there was a being on this planet who enjoyed bringing suffering to others and self-aggrandized himself to become a king, it'd be Chris Maclean!"
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Harold - "I could totally take on Colin if I wanted to, but fighting your teammates would be very bad. Still, a good karate chop to the head would set him straight!"
*He karate chops a shelf, and accidentally knocks off some of the junk. Chef groans at more of a mess.* "Oops! Sorry, Chef!"
Chef Hatchet - "Meh. I guess I can let it pass since you're being polite about it."
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Colin - "Hurting a virtual Chris Maclean is cool and all, but I'd rather hurt the rest of these morons. Seriously, how can you look at these people and not want to punch one or two of them? You viewers at home want to, you're no better than me!"
Chef Hatchet - "I guess so, but you could get in trouble for punching people like that, kid."
Colin - "Is that how you got to scrubbing closets on the most popular show, Chef? You have to be a real loser if you're a janitor on the show!"
*Colin laughs until Chef takes the bucket of water he was using and turns it upside-down on the bully's head. After dusting his hands, he walks out as a soaked Colin tries to remove the bucket from off his head.*
(Team 6 - Izzy (L), Heather, Ezekiel, Eva, Beth)
"The Chris King," Izzy hissed. "Oh, how I've been waiting to dethrone this creep!"
"Haven't we all," Heather agreed. "Okay, let's try this evil man out!"
They charged at the boss, but were killed shortly after engaging. Several attempts all warranted the same result, a quick death for all of them.
"So what's going wrong?" Beth asked, looking confused.
"Obviously," Eva growled, "we don't understand the nature of his abilities. Whatever is killing us is something we've overlooked."
Ezekiel let out a small chuckle. "Boy, that could be said a'boot most things, eh?"
He was startled when Eva glared at him very harshly. "Are you going to rub it in my face, Home School?"
"Wh-what?"
"Don't think I don't know what you're implying."
"I doo'nt think I knoo' what you think I knoo' a'boot what you knoo', eh."
Eva stared at him, very confused, then looked away with a disgusted groan. Ezekiel quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"We gotta keep trying," Izzy exclaimed. "And you know why we're going to keep trying? Because if we don't keep trying, we fail, and thus, we don't win."
"That is," Heather groaned, "the most obvious thing I've ever had explained to me."
"And I want you maggots to understand that! Now, in the name of the moon, I shall pants them!"
Izzy lifted her mouse up and roared. "Pants the Chris King!"
"Makes it easier to tank and spank someone you've pants," Beth said.
"My little protégée, you're learning quickly!"
(Janitor's Closet - Ever notice we appear after every team?)
Eva - "Sometimes I wonder if Izzy being my ally is a good thing, especially when it comes to courting Cody. Especially since, for some reason I still am not sure of, he gets this goofy grin whenever Izzy comes into the conversation. Do you think he has a thing for Izzy? What has he seen in her?"
Chef Hatchet - *scraping off the bad paint job* "You know, I now realize that these teenagers were brought onto the show for their stereotype, because we never hear them say anything other than what their norm would normally say. How boring is that?"
Yoshi the Warrior - *tapping his chin* "You know... I guess flowers aren't such a bad thing, they can be quite scenic."
Carol the Enthusiast - *yawns* "Man, I think I'm gonna take a nap after the challenge, I'm getting groggy."
Geoff the Party Animal - *slumped over* "Sad... guilty... feeling so down..."
Heather the Queen Bee - "I actually have a whole collection of glitter glue at home. The baby blue color looks so cute."
Hannah the Religious Girl - "If you have five dollars, and Chuck Norris has five dollars, Chuck Norris has more money than you."
Groucho the Duck - *munching on chicken nuggets, then glances at the camera* "Don't judge me, those chicken beasts are monsters, and it's a kill or be killed scenario for us birds."
(Team 7 - Zachary (L), Clive, Sebastian, Gwen, Justin)
The seventh team was struggling against the boss. Zachary ground his teeth as he glanced at his teammates. "C'mon guys, keep pouring it on!"
"We are," Clive said.
"Shoot that big mother!"
"We are," Sebastian reminded him.
"Don't stop pounding this ugly, son of a-"
"We're doing it," Gwen exclaimed. "Stop being such a cheerleader!"
"You don't get games, do you, white girl?" Zachary replied, quirking an eyebrow.
"I've asked you not to call me that."
"Yeah, but I don't care."
Gwen snarled as she continued to keep pouring, pounding, and shooting. The fight was starting to get close, but then, as the goth girl looked around, she noticed everyone else getting close to. "Oh crap," she mused. "This ain't gonna be good."
"You guys are doing great," Anita shouted as her team attacked the Chris King. "Keep at it!"
"Lindsay, I take back everything I said about you," Noah cheered, "your healing is impeccable!"
"We can do this," Rodney exclaimed. "C'mon, everyone, keep trying!"
"We're gonna be the king slayers," Arthur said. "Slay him, we're gonna do it!"
"Fear our leet skills," Harold declared, watching his teammates kill the ghouls and powerful zombies around the Chris King. "I will drop this noob faster than Gradowtyce the Death Guardian, who was equally just a loot bag!"
Izzy hollered, shaking her fists in the air. "I said for the moon, and I meant for the moon! For the damn moon!"
Zachary snarled and glared at Izzy. "Not so fast, you crazy woman! My team is gonna take this freak down!"
The fireballs flamed, the zombies attacked, throwing daggers were thrown, and swords slashed. We'd go into more, but you get the basic principle of all the power shot at the Chris King. The evil tyrant was using shadow magic, summoning zombies, and destroying the very platform in his attempts to kill the heroes determined to end his evil reign (of what, we're not sure).
This ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny carried on for about a century (minus ninety nine years, eleven months, thirty days, and twenty-three-and-a-half hours). And at the end of that epic half-hour, Zachary let out a victorious cry.
"We killed him," he exclaimed. He pumped his fists in the air and cheered again. "In your face, losers!"
He elbowed the person next to him on the other team, who happened to be Beth. Pointing at his screen, he declared, "In your face! Woot!"
Beth took off her noise canceling headphones, and blinked. "Yes, you killed him."
"What do you think of that?"
"You do know that Demon Chef Cleaver isn't the last boss, do you?"
Zachary blinked, then glanced at Beth's screen. She was currently backing up to avoid a bursting shadow nova from the Chris King. As Zachary's face displayed horror, Gwen's palm met her face. And Beth, being the sweet girl she was, laughed at Zachary.
"In your face," she exclaimed gleefully.
Both were suddenly startled when the most powerful exclamation of joy either had heard. Noah had stood up, fists in the air. "We did it! The Chris King is dead! Short lived the king!"
Lindsay was also jumping up and down, clapping excitedly. "I'm not sure exactly what happened," she admitted, "but we won, right?"
Yoshi cackled as his character spat on the corpse of the Chris King. The handsome host wasn't so handsome as he lay on the floor of his destroyed platform, his throne ruined as well. Valerie chuckled as well, letting out a sigh of relief.
"First place," she said. "Not bad." She typed out an emote for her character to start dancing in celebration, and as she scanned the remains of the platform, she noticed something unusual. "Mandy, why are you sitting up and down on the Chris King's face?"
"Nothing, no reason," Mandy quickly replied. "Don't judge me!"
Lindsay grabbed Noah and embraced him in a strong hug. "Oh thank you for believing in me," she said. "So many people have no faith in me doing something right, but you did!"
Noah would have said that he originally didn't have faith in her either, but was too elated to be sarcastic, so he instead hugged her back. "And thank you for being a tremendous healer. Seriously, I didn't think you would have hand-eye coordination like that."
"Must come from applying eyeliner and mascara," Lindsay said with a giggle.
"Yes, well, do you know what this awesome team has won us? Two years membership," Noah cheered. "Now I have four people to friend on Prism of War who I can actually rely on!"
"Like I'd play this game," Valerie scoffed.
Lindsay grinned, clapping her hands more. "I'm sure to enjoy more healing! I'm gonna... gonna... pwn some noobs!"
Noah raised both eyebrows at this. "Lindsay, keep talking like that, you'll excite Tyler more than any lingerie could."
(Janitor's Closet - It's a world of war crafting out there.)
Valerie - "If Lindsay thinks playing computer games is gonna make her more alluring to boys, she's a lot dumber than I thought that dummy was. No wonder Heather wanted to take advantage of her first season."
Lindsay - "Daddy once told me that I should get some hobbies that could be done when sitting around a big house, but I'm not sure what he meant. But a computer game can be done in big house! I wonder if Noah would friend me, I could use more help from an expert like him."
As if the mention of his name (before the closet confessional), Tyler let out a wild cry of joy. "He's dead! We killed Chris Maclean!"
"Oh, I am going to enjoy hearing that said over and over," Noah said as Lindsay rushed over to her boyfriend.
Tyler had pulled himself away from the computer and lifted his girlfriend up, spinning her around. "We did it," he exclaimed. "We got him!"
"You got him," Anita said, smiling proudly. She turned to Noah and said, "We all died, all of us, except Tyler's character, and he kept fighting and got that sliver of health left."
"Oh come on, we were an awesome team," Tyler said, patting Anita's shoulder. "Couldn't have done it without you being such a great teacher."
"Hear hear," Belinda said.
Crystal was clapping as Cody beamed at Anita. "Second place is nice," the techgeek said. "I guess that means I'll have a year to try this game out."
Chris Maclean did not look as happy. "Team 1 in first place, Team 2 in second," he grumbled. "How unoriginal."
"Yes, we planned it out just to annoy you, Chris," Belinda said, smiling at the host. "We just love boring the audience at home, makes us proud."
Chris scoffed, then looked at her screen; Belinda was still giving an order to her character . "Why," he asked, "is your character dancing on my... err, the Chris King's corpse?"
"If you don't know by now, you sir aren't leet enough to raid with us."
The fighting continued, but unlike what Chris had complained about, Team 3 was not coming up in third place. Their team seemed to be having troubles, and by which we mean Katie and Courtney.
"Katie, stop dying," Courtney shouted.
"I'm not trying to die, do you think I'm trying?"
Bridgette had put her hood on in her embarrassment of her teammates having it out with other, Alfred tilted his hat down, and Rodney tightened the chin strap on his helmet. "Just learn from your mistakes," Rodney squeaked, "and don't kill each other!"
Harold and his team were also struggling. "Formidable opponent," he growled at the Chris King, "I salute you."
Zachary was huffing at his team. "Alright, we're almost at the Chris King," he said to them. "Just stick together, and when we clobber him-"
"WE DID IT!"
Izzy was jumping up and down in her chair, then she broke into dance. "Woohoo, we killed Chris Maclean!"
"I wish," grumbled the real Chris Maclean, "that people would stop saying it like that!"
Izzy cackled and suddenly glomped Ezekiel, knocking him down. "We did it! Third place, not bad! You were wonderful, my Zeke."
"Owtch," was his reply after being slammed on the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry, here," Izzy picked him up, dusted him off, and pushed him at Heather. "Go celebrate with your girlfriend!"
Heather caught Ezekiel, but didn't look too pleased overall. While Izzy went to go celebrate with Beth and Eva (the latter also upset because Anita and Cody were celebrating together), the other teams scrambled.
"Only two more victors," Arthur muttered. "If we don't pick this up, we're screwed."
"C'mon, people," Zachary shouted. "More dots, more dots!"
Gwen's eye twitched. "I can't think when he's yelling such nonsense!"
The teams were all frantically trying to kill Chris (we do love saying it like that), and sure enough, another victory was claimed.
"Yes," Harold exclaimed, pumping his fists into the air. "Victory goes to the ones with mad skills!"
Colin scoffed. "Sure, whatever, ner-"
His chair was grabbed, and then rolled straight into the wall. Leshawna dusted her hands, then hugged her boyfriend. "You did it, baby! We rocked that competition!"
"My chocolate Goddess, you were all my inspiration," he gushed. "I couldn't have it done it without you!"
"Aww, what were we?" Geoff bemoaned with a grin on his face. "Chopped liver?"
"Who would eat that crap anyway?" Carol gagged as she and Geoff high-fived over their victory.
Harold looked around at the others, and noticed three teams were still fighting the Chris King: Team 3 of Rodney's, Team 4 of Arthur's, and Team 7 of Zachary's. The other teams, still basking in their victory (and the nerdier ones of them cheering over the free time they had won for the game), started to cheer.
"Kill Chris, Beth," Justin hollered.
"Murder him, DJ," Eva exclaimed, pumping her fists. "Get him!"
"C'mon, Bridgette," Geoff declared, "kick his kingly butt!"
"Yeah, Bridgette," Harold added. "Do it, it's fun!"
Chris sulked in a corner. "I'm gonna have a word," he muttered, "with the creators of this game. Fancy me, being a villain."
"Well, gosh," Harold said to Chris as the cheering continued, "you do enjoy hurting people!"
"Then I could be a necromancer," the host said with delightful glee.
"They're too cool for you," Mandy shouted from behind them, startling them both.
"Gah, don't do that, cultist girl," Harold retorted, but recovered as he asked, "but gosh, that was some awesome sneaking. You could be an assassin"
"Many people have said that, I have yet to prove it."
The teams were still battling it out. Rodney was whimpering, his fingers shaking but managing to stay steady enough to press the keys. Arthur had a mental blue streak going on, some of them slipping out; he was very glad the headset wasn't picking them up. Zachary wasn't so generous, and his strong language was scaring Clive.
"You remind me of one of my former guildmates," the emo said, having shrunk so far down in his chair that his back was parallel to the floor.
"Will you sit up straight?" Zachary snapped.
"I'm still pressing the keys, why's it bother you?"
Courtney was biting her lip, almost cutting herself on the edge of her teeth. "C'mon people, we can do this," she exclaimed.
"Stop saying that," Katie whimpered. "I cannot take hearing that right now!"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up," the CIT chanted, dodging a spell from the Chris King. "Just focus! Focus!"
"Focus like a high powered camera," Alfred cheered.
"Shut up!"
Harold scratched the back of his head as he looked at Leshawna. "Wow, she has all the makings of a good raid leader!"
"That's a good leader?" Leshawna asked. "Maybe I won't get into these games, Harold baby."
Then everyone seemed to freeze as five people exclaimed in unison, "WE WON!"
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"Team 4, led by Arthur," Chris Maclean shouted, "are the winners!"
"Yes! In your face, Chris," Arthur declared, point at the screen. "We owned you, we curb-stomped you, and now we're gonna farm your loot! Sucker!"
Sadie let out a very loud cheer, and then glomped him. Her enthusiasm made her too anxious, and she knocked him over, slamming him on the ground. "And down I go too," he groaned in pain.
"You were awesome," Sadie exclaimed, hugging him. "Thank you for leading us to victory!"
"We got the last place possible for immunity, it wasn't so good."
"We still made it! We're so pleased, aren't we guys?"
The others nodded when she looked back at them. Xander smiled and said, "Fun game. Nice to stomp on Chris' face." He was doing just that in the game, on the dead king.
"Not... not bad," Sakaki stammered, smiling too.
"Reminds me of my glorious days on the game," DJ said, sighing happily. "I should go back to playing that."
Arthur nodded, smiling back at his victorious teammates. "Thanks, you guys, guess being labeled as a schemer has done me some good. Can I ask you all one more favor?"
"Sure, what's that?" Sadie asked.
"Could you get me off me now?"
(Janitor's Closet - That's said often on this show, isn't it?)
Sadie - "I think I've been on this show too long, I'm tackling people when happy. That's something Izzy would do, not me. ... Normally."
Xander - *tracing his facial scar* "You know, I thought I would be doing a lot of physical exercise like in the first two seasons. I didn't expect virtual reality battles or computer games. But you know, if it means stomping on a fake Chris, why not? Damn fun."
Crystal - "Boys will always be boys, and boys with their toys make lots of noise, eh wot." *She giggles.*
Nearby, Rodney moaned and slammed his head against the keyboard. "No," he howled in anguish. "I failed my team again! I'm a horrible leader, I suck, I am bad!"
His keyboard face-slamming got so bad that Katie had to pull him away from the computer; his face had a grid imprint on it. "Sweetheart, so we lost, no big deal."
"You take your loses too hard," Alfred said, walking over. He opened his arms and declared, "Comfort hug!"
The gonzo hugged the prodigy, and eventually Rodney returned it. Alfred then turned to Katie, and offered the same with his question of, "Hug?"
Katie hugged him, and then he approached Bridgette for a hug. After the surfer hugged him, Alfred approached a sulking Courtney.
"Hug?"
"NO HUG!"
As Alfred leapt back from Courtney, tripped on a chair and fell on his back in his surprise, Zachary face-palmed. "Argh," he groaned. "Double argh."
Gwen grabbed her headphones and chucked them away. Glaring at Zachary, she snapped, "Nice leadership, jerk ass!"
She stormed out of the room, with many people staring at her surprised. Zachary looked away, seemingly upset by the comment. He groaned and shook his head. "Darn white girl," he muttered.
"So, those are the results," Chris Maclean declared. "We have ten losers tonight, and they must vote someone off among the following: Rodney, Zachary, Katie, Clive, Courtney, Sebastian, Alfred, Gwen, Bridgette, and Justin."
(Janitor's Closet - Hug for me?)
Bridgette - "I worry about Courtney at times. She acts like every loss is the most horrible thing that's ever happened. It's not healthy to be so high-strung."
Clive - "Well... that crushing loss reminds me why I left that game. But then again, I did better back then. Everything was better back then..." *He sighs miserably.*
Justin - *rolling his eyes* "Playing a computer game for a challenge was lame! But on the bright side, I learned that my hands are perfect at typing... I could do keyboard commercials."
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Noah and Katie - Noah - "Well, my delightful girlfriend, it seems I have achieved victory and first place!"
Katie - "You were incredible!" *She hugs him, and then kisses him passionately.* "You were wonderful!"
Noah - "You beautiful girl, you can be so wonderful for this wizened wizard, Katie. I love you."
Katie - *She giggles and kisses him again.*
(Maclean Stadium Corridors)
Anita and Ezekiel were walking around the stadium, making small chat and planning out dinner. The prairie boy was writing a small list as the bombshell suggested things to make. After a couple minutes, Anita changed the subject to something they had talked about earlier.
"So before the votes are done, I want to ask you something," she said, shyly tugging at her hair. "Do you think Cody was impressed by the game?"
"Yes, I think so, eh," Ezekiel said, smiling as he finished up the list. "Just remember, you have to be moo'r aggressive, but not too forward, eh."
"Funny you giving advice. You, the boy who made every girl mad, turned out to be a sweetheart," Anita said. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "And you remember, girls are rather unpredictable people."
Ezekiel chuckled and waved as she headed off, to try and find Cody. He didn't notice Heather storming up to him until she shouted.
"So!"
The prairie boy was startled so bad, he dropped his dinner list. As he scrambled to pick it up, Heather glared at him. "You just have to hang out with the girls!"
"Wh... what?" he stammered.
"Why is it every time I see you, you're talking to another girl," Heather continued, stomping her foot. "Izzy, Bridgette, now Anita!"
"We were joo'st discussing dinner, eh!"
"And that kiss on the cheek?"
"She... I doo'nt knoo', she was joo'st being friendly-"
"Seems all your friends have to be girls," Heather snapped. "You know, Ezekiel, just because you had problems with girls the first season, doesn't mean you can go 'schmoozing' them now!"
"I'm not 'schmoozing' them!"
"Then just stop... stop..."
Heather froze up, offered one more glare at her boyfriend, and stomped off. Ezekiel stood there, thunderstruck; somehow, Anita's last words came ringing back to him.
As the prairie boy stood there, Courtney was stomping down the hallway nearby. She almost ran into someone, who stopped her rampage.
"You storm down these halls a lot, you know that?"
"Look, will you get out of my way? I have a vote to cast, and Mr. Hugs has bugged me for the last time!"
"Oh no, there's someone else you want to vote for, much more."
As Courtney discussed business, much to her chagrin, someone else was approaching to a furious girl. Gwen was sulking in a corner, wanting to be alone, as Tyler walked to her.
"Gwen-"
"No."
"But I just-"
"I said, no!"
The jock walked off, sighing heavily, before he was stopped by Sebastian. The philosopher pat his shoulder, and said, "Sometimes it is best to avoid those who don't want help."
"Yeah but," Tyler muttered, crossing his arms behind his back, "what if you're worried that the person is suffering, and you're one of the few people who can help?"
"As a philosopher, I would say that there are things you can say both pro and con. But as a teenaged boy, I have to say..."
He chuckled and shook his head. "That I just got the image of goth jock kids."
Tyler gave him a very strange look.
(Janitor's Closet - What sports would goth jocks play?)
Tyler - *shrugging and chuckling* "Well, I suppose humor is a philosophy too."
Sebastian - "What can I say? I love to tease sometimes." *He pulls at one of his dreadlocks and springs it.* "Though I didn't want to say directly to Tyler, I think what he's doing is right, because sometimes, the ones who don't ask for help are the ones who need it most."
(Maclean Stadium, Arena)
How many times do we have to say how much the crowd was roaring whenever we cut to the voting ceremony? You all know it, and we're getting tired; we're a cranky narrator right now.
Chris Maclean basked in the roaring crowd, yadda yadda, and what not. The contestants all sat patiently, or impatiently for those on the chopping block and the ones who cared about them.
"Hello, campers," Chris said. "Oh wait, that's right you're not campers. Well, with me, I have..."
He looked at the table with all the trophies, each with the icon of a computer. With a quick count, he concluded, "Thirty-four trophies! But there are thirty-five competitors, so another one of you is gonna have to... log off!"
Silence. The host sulked.
"You know, log off?" he asked. "Computer games, online? Log off? Aw, you people are such noobs."
"QQ more," Noah shouted, his arm around Katie, grinning. "Just please get on with it."
Chris frowned, then smirked at him. "Oh, with pleasure, Noah."
The bookworm scowled right back, and drummed his fingers on Katie's shoulders as the host and Chef handed out trophies to all the winners. Only the ten losers had no trophies.
"Yes, losers, you have no trophies," Chris stated the obvious, like he loved to do at these ceremonies. "YOU AIN'T GO NO TROPHY YET!"
"Dork," Noah grumbled.
"Wiener," Katie added.
"Jerk," Chef added.
"Hey," Chris exclaimed, glaring at his co-host.
"I spent all day cleaning that confessional, and you didn't say anything," Chef Hatchet exclaimed. "You just aren't trying to make things work between us."
He stormed off, leaving Chris flabbergasted. He ignored the snickering from the contestants, and faced the losers. "Alright then, here's who gets a trophy with no objections from the others...
"Sebastian, Justin, Clive, Gwen, Bridgette, and Rodney!"
The six losers becoming winners caught their trophies, and only Rodney seemed distraught. "Why should I get this one?" he muttered, slumped over in a way that reminded several of the contestants of a miserable Charlie Brown. "I keep failing."
Courtney rubbed his back. "Look Rodney, do not take it that hard."
"Says you," Alfred scoffed, glancing at Courtney.
As the CIT snarled at the gonzo, Chris chuckled at the fighting. "Good, good, drama! You two losers are really tense, aren't you?
"Well simmer down, you both get a nice trophy!"
Alfred and Courtney, distracted at looking at each other unfondly, were both hit in the head with their trophies. As Courtney grumbled and Alfred hummed a small tune of victory, Noah visibly flinched.
"Oh no," he said.
"Oh yes," Chris Maclean said, grinning. "Our last two are Katie and Zachary!"
Zachary chuckled and crossed his arms. Katie clung to her boyfriend, and Sadie lunged from behind and hugged her tight.
"Any words, Zachary?" Chris asked.
"I'm not worried!"
Yoshi scoffed. "That's a first."
As Zachary glared at his rival, Chris turned to Katie. "How about you?"
"Grrk," Katie replied with Sadie's arms around her neck and shoulders.
"Nice, nice," the host said. "And the last winner, our last safe contestant and not the one being voted off...
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"Zachary!"
The whiner caught his trophy and barked out a laugh. "Finally, justice!"
Katie croaked in Sadie's tight grasp. Noah had not let go of his girlfriend. "No," he groaned. "No!"
"No," Sadie wailed, "say it ain't so!"
"Grrrk," Katie gurgled, Sadie's anguished grasp tightening.
"Well, off you go, Katie," Chris Maclean said, grabbing her arm and tugging her away from Noah and Sadie.
"Wait, I wanna say good-bye," Sadie exclaimed.
"No no no, I've had it with these long and emotional good-byes," Chris said. "The sooner I get you emo teens off when voted, the better."
"That's nice," Clive grumbled.
"Yes, that's right," Noah exclaimed. "You want us for drama, and then you want to chuck us off when we give it!"
Sadie was openly sobbing. "Chris please, can you let us say good-bye?"
"No," the host cried, pushing Katie to the side where the bus had pulled up. "Duncan, as soon as she's in, gun it!"
"You big meanie face," Katie shouted. "Sadie! Don't worry about me, you can go far in this game!"
"Okay, my best female friend forever!"
"Noah," she tried to say, but then Chris tried to shove her on the bus. She reached up and grabbed the side of the door frame, clinging tight.
"Katie," Noah shouted, trying to get around Chris to talk to her. "Katie, I'll get whoever voted you off!"
"Don't go being vindictive," Katie declared. She was pushing Chris back with her foot. "Just do your best, and keep an eye on Sadie! Help her get a boyfriend!"
The bookworm nodded, trying to push Chris out of the way. "Katie! I love you!"
"Oh Noah! I lo-"
Chris suddenly won the struggle, and shoved Katie onto the bus. Duncan, taking orders simply because he wanted to get away from a conflict, sped off. Katie ran for the back of the bus, but by the time she got there, she knew they were too far away for Noah to hear him anymore.
She slumped on her knees, and pounded the back door. "This is so unfair!"
Back at the arena, Noah just stood where he was, looking thunderstruck. Chris Maclean dusted his hands, and smirked at him. "Too bad, you lost your girlfriend, smart aleck," he said, patting his shoulder unfriendly-like.
As the host walked off, Zachary walked by and elbowed Noah. "Tough break, nerd. You win the game and lose the girl; just goes to show you, being a nerd does not pay off, white boy."
With an extra nudge, he walked off, chuckling. Noah balled up his fists, but was silent.
Rodney walked up to Noah, holding his trophy timidly. He looked up at the bookworm, and said, "Noah? I'm so sorry."
Noah didn't respond at first. His teeth clenched, so his words, when they finally came out, they were slightly muffled. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for her to say that to me?"
"Wh-what?" Rodney asked, confused.
He didn't get an answer to that, because Noah's face seized up in anger and he whirled on the boy. "This," he shouted right in Rodney's face, "is your doing, isn't it?"
Rodney flinched, hiding most of his face behind the trophy. Noah didn't stop his assault. "You just had to lose that game, I thought you were a prodigy! Did you vote her off? Is this how you're going to play our rivalry?"
"But... but...," the prodigy tried to say, quite unsuccessfully.
"Or is it because you were mad because you got last place and I got first?" Noah snarled. "You little twerp, why'd you join this contest if you can never win? Is that helmet for when people knock, and see if someone's even there?"
Rodney was shaking, and he dropped the trophy. Noah glanced at it, then back at the prodigy. The little boy was acting up just like when Chris had made fun of him at the beginning of the challenge. "What's this?" Noah asked. "Going to cry? Sulk? Kick me in the shin? Go right ahead, I took a real dagger in the back for this with Katie."
Rodney threw his head back and wailed, "I'M SORRY!" He ran off, crying with his hands on his eyes. Most everyone watched him go, then some glared at Noah.
"That was not cool," Leshawna barked. "How could you-"
"Don't you start with me," Noah snapped right back. "I've had it with this whole contest, and all of you! I've seen more dignified beings in a zoo! I've had more intelligent conversations on a message board!
"But what I'm most sick of is you," he said, pointing at Chris Maclean, who was standing a short distance away. "The personal harassment I could deal with, but the way you treated my girlfriend, if she still wants me, you just drew the line! The gloves are off now, because without her to censor me, you've got one sarcastic, bitter cynic on your hands!"
He flipped Chris off, then stuffed his hands in his pockets, and walked off without looking back. As people murmured quietly, in shock, Belinda shook her head. "When the drama gets rough," she said quietly to herself, "the rough get dramatic."
(Janitor's Closet - Dramatically rough.)
Ezekiel - *He sniffs, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.* "S-soo'ry, I'm feeling doo'n, eh. Today has bin really brutal, and Katie was my friend... maybe Heather's right!"
Belinda - "Noah's dramatic outburst has a clear reason, if you all recall his troubles with his family that he confessed last season. There's more to it than that, of course. I suspect he gets a lot of not-very-assuring comments from his vast supply of siblings, classmates, and contestants here. Whoever took Katie away from him, has caused him more hurt than he can imagine."
*She crosses her arms.* "And I think I know who."
Zachary - *He cackles and claps his hands.* "That was awesome! He sure lashed out, now he's an open target! Dumb white boy's gonna go down hard, just like his girlfriend! At last, the minorities are winning!"
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Chef Hatchet - *He takes a long look around and sighs.* "Finally, finished cleaning and fixing this darn closet! It's just fine now."
Izzy - *bursting in with her paint ball gun* "REDECORATING CREW!"
Chef Hatchet - "NOOOOOO!"
*A fight breaks out, and paint splatters on the camera, blinding it.*
(Room 7 - Justin)
Justin was sitting down on his bed, reading a magazine, when suddenly the door opened. Noah, holding a fair share of luggage, pulled himself in.
"What are you doing?" Justin snapped, enunciating each word.
"I'm moving in here," Noah grumbled as he threw the suitcase down.
"Are you joking? You in here? No way!"
"Oh, yes way, Anti-Me. You owe me," Noah said as he stood over Justin, fists on his hips. "After all, you voted for Katie."
Justin blanched. "What? How... who told you?"
"You just did."
The male model slapped his model face with his model hand. "Doh! Look dude-"
"Was it because you'd get a room to yourself? Was it to get back at me?"
"Do I have to go through this kind of drama?" Justin said. "I just don't see why I should room with you!"
"Hey, you voted for my girlfriend, but you know, I like Beth. So I'll just make a deal with you: you let me stay here, away from those three women who would skin me alive if I had to be in the same room as them, and I won't vote for Beth if I ever got the chance."
"So you're blackmailing me?"
"That's not the definition of blackmail, you handsome dork," Noah exclaimed. "It's only that I won't vote for your girl if you let me stay here!"
Justin groaned, and said, "Alright fine. You can sleep over there, that's where Katie's bed was. Don't bother looking for anything of Katie's, they took it all."
Noah sighed and lay down on the bed, staring up before something caught his eye. A picture had been accidentally left on the wall behind the top bunk. He pulled it down and looked at it: it was one of him with Katie, her slender arms wrapped around his waist, and Sadie, her arms around his neck. Noah looked short of breath from the headlock Sadie almost had him in.
The bookworm sighed and looked at the photo some more, to which Justin noticed and said, "Dude, why'd you have to yell at Rodney?"
"Do you know how long I've been waiting to hear Katie say that she loved me?" he said, staring at her in the photo. "She was too shy to say it, and I thought I would break the ice by telling her I loved her first. And now, now I'll never get to hear it."
"Cynical much?"
"Yes, and it's worse now with her gone. No one can be as upset as I am right now."
(Outside Room 9 - Rodney, Sadie, Sakaki)
"WAAAAAAAAAAAH-HAH-HAAAAAAAAA!"
Sakaki was trying desperately to calm down Sadie, but the crying was overpowering. Soon the moe girl was hiding behind the girl she had been attempting to pacify. They continued to walk very awkwardly, with a sobbing Sadie making small steps and Sakaki huddled up behind and hands on the larger girls' shoulders, making even smaller steps.
"D-don't worry, Sadie," Sakaki said, sounding very worried.
"Bwaaaaaaaah! *sob sob sob*"
"Please don't panic," she begged, close to panicking. Then she added in a fretting tone, "Don't fret now!"
Sadie took several gasping breaths, then wiped her tears away. "It's... it's okay! I managed to survive without Katie last season... I've been okay with her being around Noah a lot... I... I can manage!"
Sakaki would have pat her shoulder, but she was too busy clinging to it. "That's good."
"Yes, I can cope so long as I'm around friendly faces."
She opened the door to her room, only to see Rodney slumped on the side of the bed, crying his little eyes out under his army helmet. Sadie gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth.
"You're... you're sad she's gone too," the large girl said, and rushed over to him. Lifting him up and hugging him tight, she almost squeezed the life out of him as her tears came anew. "Waaaaaaaaah-guh-ha-haaaa! *sob blubber sob*"
"I'm so sorry, Miss Sadie," Rodney wailed. "I'm saaaawry-eeeeeee! *sob sobbing sob*"
Sakaki lost it too. "Why won't everybody stop crying? Nggghaaaah-hah-haaaaa! *sob hiccup sob*"
The amount of sobbing was sonic booming all the way outside the room, and Valerie was almost knocked over. She hurried to her room, but was stopped by Zachary, who almost dragged her to their personal room.
"What's going on?" Valerie demanded. "Look, I'm not interested in getting physical with you just if you're in the mood! I have more self-respect and dignity than that!"
"I arranged Katie's elimination for us."
Valerie was quiet for a couple seconds. "What? Her elimination? For us?"
"You told me to seduce Sadie so that we would have another member of our alliance. And Katie was doing everything she could to keep her away from me. So I got rid of her."
"What? How?"
"Easy, my dear. I convinced Justin he should have the room to himself, Courtney hated her already, and Clive's so easy to guilt."
"But... four votes was too risky, you were second in place for the chopping block!"
"Relax, sugar sweet, I knew who everyone was voting for. Now I am gonna seduce Sadie, and Noah caused such a fuss, everyone's ready to see his white ass kicked off."
"He's Indonesian."
"Who cares? He has no chance of enduring, and meanwhile, our alliance will only grow."
Valerie blinked a few times, then grinned. She grabbed his shirt, and pulled him close for a deep kiss. When she pulled away with a heated gasp, she grinned. "Deviousness turns me on."
"Good, good."
(Maclean Stadium Cafeteria)
Someone else was crying in the Stadium besides the three in Room 9. Tyler had been up and about, restless from the emotional charge the voting ceremony had given him. He walked into the cafeteria to see Ezekiel at the table, clutching a glass of water, sobbing.
"Ezekiel?" he called out.
The prairie boy flinched, looking up with wet, puffy eyes. He tried desperately to hide it, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "Wha... what... eh, what? Tyler... what?"
"Slow down before you hurt yourself, dude."
He sat down next to his friend, and pat his back. "Are you okay? Did you get a call from home or something?"
"We're not allowed to receive calls from hoo'm, anymoo'r eh," Ezekiel said. "But no... it's a'boot Heather."
Tyler nodded, then listened as Ezekiel explained his fight with Heather before the ceremony. As the prairie boy tried to talk, he kept seizing up and sobbing, and his friend rubbed his back.
"Then I joo'st got to thinking," Ezekiel said, "maybe she's right, eh. Maybe I do keep hanging 'oot with girls too much, to try and assure myself I'm not the sexist I brand myself as."
"But you hang out with the guys too, eh," Tyler said. "I mean, you hang out with me."
"Yeah but... you have kind of bin distant from me since the boating challenge, eh."
Tyler nervously drummed on the table. "I kind of have, haven't I dude? Shame on me, ehehe."
Ezekiel slumped forward, sighing miserably. "The moo'r I look at it, the moo'r upset I get, eh. I think it's joo'st because this is the first major fight Heather and I have had, and I'm crying too much over it."
"Zeke, the first major fight I had with Lindsay left me crying when I was alone, and it was about the darn silliest thing."
"What, eh?"
"Nail polish on toes. I was joking that it's silly to put nail polish on toes when you wear shoes or boots, and she was upset by this. She takes cosmetics so seriously, and the more she defended it, the more joking I got. Was really stupid, when I look back, but after the fight, when I was thinking about how mad and hurt she looked, I started to cry a whole lot."
Tyler sighed, looked at his sad, prairie friend, and gave him a hug. After releasing him, he said, "We made up, as you can obviously tell. I feel so silly, and the make out session we had afterwards was hotter than..."
The sporto stopped talking, and chuckled nervously. "Um, don't tell her I said that, gentlemen aren't supposed to kiss and tell."
Ezekiel nodded, looking a little better now. "So, what should I do? I mean, I want to put Heather's mind to rest, but I doo'nt want to apologize for having friends. Bridgette helped me throo' some of the roughest times... right next to you."
"Well, if you want to do both, just tell her that you have male friends, and your best one helped you out over this little lover's tiff."
Ezekiel nodded, and smiled. "Well, I hope she'll be happier tomorrow. This is one of the hardest things a'boot relationships, joo'st... being away from someone you love, eh."
(Duncan's Bus of Losers)
"This isn't over yet," Katie hollered, stomping her foot. "This has something to do with Courtney!"
"What makes you think my girl had anything to do with it?" Duncan snapped.
"Because she hated me! I'm gonna go back and see my Noah!"
She grabbed the handle on the door and pushed, only succeeding in slamming her shoulder against it. Whimpering her pain, Katie rubbed the sore spot as Duncan tsk-tsk'ed.
"You have to wait for me to throw open the door."
"Can you do that now? I want to go see Noah!"
"Nope, we're heading out to do the next bus of losers interview!"
Katie blanched, and screamed. "Noooooo! I hate that O'Halloran lady!"
"Who?" Duncan asked. "We've got a couple interviewers of our own."
The sweet girl scowled. "This has been one sucky day. Can't you let me sneak off so I can see him?"
"No, that'd be dishonest."
"You're the ex-criminal!"
"Well, I also like these two, I don't want to upset them."
"But I'm upset now! Chris Maclean didn't let me tell Noah that I love him!"
Duncan gave her a bizarre look. "You love Noah?"
"Yes! He makes me so happy, he's loving, we get along so well," she exclaimed, then bit her bottom lip as her eyes teared up. "And he's told me he loves me, but I was too shy... to tell him I loved him too."
The punk bus driver stared at her. "If you love that bookworm, you're crazy."
She bonked him on the head.
(Voting Confessionals)
Rodney - *fretting* "Maybe... maybe Miss Courtney's right. Alfred could be a bad influence on me. I like him so much, but I don't know who else to vote for... and everyone tells me not to vote for myself!"
Katie - "I'm rather tired of Courtney be so darn haughty! I sacrificed myself last season over what she did! You know, I wouldn't be so bitter towards her if she just... apologized!"
Courtney - "I may have been keen on voting for Alfred, but it makes more sense to vote for Katie now! That's fine by me!" *She crosses her arms and scoffs, but then suddenly looks sad.* "Wait... why am I feeling guilty? No! I'm not supposed to feel guilty!"
Alfred - "So why would I want to vote for Courtney?" *He pretends to write something down.* " 'Does not play well with other children'! Seriously, how can someone be that high-strung?"
Bridgette - "Gwen may have been in a foul mood after the game, and I know why: Zachary. He's been annoying a good deal of my friends, and I've had it!"
Zachary - *waving good-bye* "Katie, you've got in my way for the last time. You just had to take it personal when I said your fat friend was a total cow, but I can't have you telling her I said that."
Clive - *sighs miserably* "Sometimes I wish I had more back bone, but why bother? So many people are going to be let down by this game, we have to vote for someone. I might as well vote for Katie, as suggested."
Sebastian - "I've quite had it with Zachary's attitude, scheming, and his philosophy. I'd really rather he stop accusing of being racist. A one-trick pony can still be recognized in a circus of talented ponies."
Gwen - *Her eye is twitching in frustration, but she manages to calm down.* "Funny. I thought no one could annoy more than Heather, then Courtney attacks me in this season, and then along comes Colin and Zachary... but since only one is votable, I'm gonna vote for Zachary!"
Justin - *He sighs and kicks the wall.* "Man, this is never fun, and I have to blame Beth for installing guilt into me. But you know, it makes sense to vote off Katie, maybe Beth and I can share a room!" *He grins, then shakes his head.* "No no, too forward, too soon, her family would kill me."
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Rodney - Alfred.
Katie - Courtney.
Courtney - Katie.
Alfred - Courtney.
Bridgette - Zachary.
Zachary - Katie.
Clive - Katie.
Sebastian - Zachary.
Gwen - Zachary.
Justin - Katie.
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Katie - 4.
Zachary - 3.
Courtney - 2.
Alfred - 1.
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Voted Off - Sandra, Duncan, Jasmine, Daisy, Owen, Trent, Hannah, Howard, Joel, Katie.
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Janitor Closet's Decorations to Date - Back wall has Harold's love haikus to Leshawna decorated around it. All the walls have been redone and painted over to look brand-new.
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Next Up - Alejandro's after angst, Sierra's squealing silly, Katie cannot ke contained.