Hi everyone! AZW here again with another big chapter of Total Drama Island: Rewritten!

First off, I wanna thank SinWriter7 for his gigantic review. We actually talked for a bit about his review on discord, and it just means a lot. The reviews really do give me motivation to keep going. Not that I'm losing motivation or anything! I'm having so much fun working on this story, and every chapter I write makes me even more excited to work on what's to come. But, the reviews give me even more passion to keep up. And back to Sin, make sure to read his story, Total Drama Sinland! I fully admit that working on my own OC Story kinda saps my interest in others, but once I wrap this up, Sinland is definitely near the top of my to-read list.

And speaking of that, with this chapter, we're halfway through the game, which is...just, unbelievable. I never thought that I'd even get this far in this thing, and now, I'm already looking down the second half. I'm continuously motivated by all the amazing people in this community to keep this bad boy going, and I truly appreciate you all!

As for this chapter itself, I actually didn't expect it to be this big! As I'm working on this Author's Notes, before my final readthrough and edits, the story is at 21.4, which surprised me, but hey, I was feeling it while writing, and I'm not gonna cut it off or anything! I was also planning on getting this done a bit earlier, but then I started my second playthrough of Baldur's Gate 3, and we all know how awesome that game is lol. Evil Dark Urge ftw, and Minthara is the best, don't debate me on that, you know it's true.

With that out of the way, let's hop back into the story!

"Welcome back to Total Drama Island: Rewritten!" Chris McLean greeted once again as he stood on Wawanakwa's dock, the sun just beginning to peek over the horizon and the sky a light purple. "Last time, this cast of ours really proved what a bunch of gamers they are. How did they do it?" Chris asked, then chuckled as he began walking down the dock, onto the beach.

"Well, for starters, after the previous elimination ceremony, where Marcellas was eliminated," Chris began to explain, "Two of our more headstrong competitors, Brooke and Liana, had quite a disagreement on how to proceed with their alliance."

Chris stopped walking and held up both his left hand. "On one hand, we have Liana. Liana wanted to bring in the newly alone Alessia into their alliance so that they have an extra number on hand." He then holds up his right. "And on the other hand, we have Brooke. Brooke absolutely refused to work with Alessia after what she had done to her friend, Weenus."

"And when you get a clash like that?" The host grinned, then threw both his hands in the air, flinging sand out. "Why, you get a huge split and a major explosion!" He laughed.

"So after that, the game quickly became an arms race between the Pro and Anti-Alessia sides, and both were desperate for the votes to make their side the winner. The majority of that decision fell on the shoulders of our three swing votes; Neda, John, and Wind. And, even though two of those three votes fell onto the side of Liana's, our resident superfan of reality shows was able to turn Vivi against Liana, and by extension, onto her side."

"And thus," Chris began to wrap up, "It was Alessia who left our game last night. But, the game continues to roll on! And roll on it will tonight. It's sure to be a jam-packed episode. What will be the Liana side of the game's reaction to losing out on the vote? With Alessia gone, will harmony come back to Wawanakwa? And, what on Earth will occur next?" Chris asked the camera.

"Well, it's time to find out, on another thrilling episode of…

TOTAL!

DRAMA!

ISLAND: REWRITTEN!"

Static

Confessional: Liana

Liana sits in the confessional booth, an even expression on her face. "If I'm being honest, this doesn't really bother me," she neutrally tells the confessional. "I know that it should, but this is just another in a long line of disappointments for me thus far in this game. At every opportunity, I've been backstabbed, betrayed, and on one occasion, my fellow competitors have actually voted to remove me from this game."

The gambler then sighs. "When I was a little girl, I found an old video poker machine in my grandparents' garage. I loved that thing." She smiles fondly as she thinks back on the memories. "They let me keep it, and I spent all my time playing on it. One time, I was playing it there when my grandpa saw that I was playing it, but had no idea what I was doing. So, he sat down and taught me all about the game. And once I actually knew how to play the game, I loved it even more. Being able to take risks and have them either pay off or blow up in my face...It was addicting. And now, I'm a 21-year-old woman who is very active in the WSOP." She scrunches her face in thought. "So far, I'd say I made about four hundred thousand dollars in winnings."

She then shakes her head. "I know I'm rambling, but, to put many words into a few, I know the game of poker inside and out. I love it, everything about it. The math. The probability. The sheer luck, the risks involved. But, the very first thing that my grandfather taught me when he sat little me down and explained to me all about the game?"

"Know when to fold," She tells the camera. "Sometimes, luck just isn't on your side, and what you're doing isn't working. And, even though my pride wants me to continue, I know that I've pretty much exhausted everything that I've been doing right now. So, I'm folding. I'm giving up on what I'm doing now, and I'm gonna try something new. And, with this new hand that I'm giving myself in the game, I just need one opportunity, and," Liana snaps her fingers, "I'll be right back in it."

Static

In the girl's cabin later in the night, Vivi hummed as she played a tune on her guitar.

"What're you playing?" Neda curiously asked as she exited the bathroom, wiping her hands on a small washcloth.

"Just a riff from one of my own songs," Vivi replied as she kept playing.

Neda's eyes lit up. "Woah, you've written your own songs, Vivi?" She asked in awe. "That's so cool! I didn't know you did that!"

Vivi smirked in amusement. "Well, I'm not a cover artist or anything. I'm original."

Neda laughed at that. "I guess that you write some rock songs and stuff?"

"Nah, I exclusively write country songs," Vivi quickly shot back, not missing a beat.

Neda giggled. "Yeah, Vivi!" She laughingly reacted. "I can really see you singing about your pickup truck and stuff."

That made the rocker laugh. "Don't make me laugh, Neda," she threatened jokingly. "If you say something that crappy about me again, I'm gonna hit you over the head with this guitar."

As the girls laughed at their conversation, their heads were turned towards the door as Liana stepped into the cabin, a pacified look on her face, and quickly made her way to, and flopped down onto her bed.

As the gambler did so, Vivi smirked to herself.

Static

Confessional: Vivi

The rocker leans comfortably in the confessional booth, a satisfied grin on her face. "Ah!" She moans happily. "I really got one over on Liana at that last ceremony, huh?" She laughs. "Alessia's gone, and I'm totally done with the chick." Vivi spreads her arms wide. "Come one, come all, Vivi Venom's open for business."

Static

After waiting for a few moments, Vivi's smirk quickly fell as Liana opted to grab a packet of her math problems without a word.

"Hi, Liana," Neda greeted awkwardly, also sensing the gambler's strange disposition. "What's up?"

"Oh, you know," Liana casually remarked. "It's getting late, just gonna do a few of these," she responded as she waggled the packet at them, "before I go to bed."

"Cool," Neda replied, to which the gambler gave her a light grin as she went to her packet.

"Aren't you upset about the vote tonight?" Vivi suddenly asked, deciding she'd had enough of Liana's demeanor, and wanted answers.

Quickly seeing where the conversation was going, Neda decided to make herself scarce, quickly sneaking out the front door and towards the beach.

Static

Confessional: Neda

The superfan sighs nervously. "Whew!" She exhales. "I really did not wanna be around for that conversation. Especially since I played a not-insignificant part in this whole mess. And if I'm there just hanging around, that gives them both a person to look at suspiciously. No thanks!"

Static

"Why would I be upset?" Liana calmly asked as she flipped through her packet.

Vivi looked confused. "Why? Why wouldn't you?" she questioned. "Things didn't go your way! Doesn't that piss you off?"

"Nope," Liana told her, popping the sound of the P.

Vivi folded her arms, leveling a glare at the gambler. "Alright, I don't know what the hell you're doing, Liana, but it's not working. I don't buy it."

Liana didn't even bother to look up from her book. "Okay."

Seeing that her tactics weren't working on the gambler, Vivi opted to instead just roll her eyes, and mumble a rude word about Liana before leaving the cabin.

After a few minutes, Neda re-entered the cabin, alone. "Hi, Liana. How're you doing?" The Iranian teen probed. "I saw Vivi coming out of here mumbling about you….."

Liana smiled at the superfan's greeting. "Hi, Neda. I'm okay. Just hanging out."

For just a moment, Neda took a shaky breath, exhaled it after a few moments, then spoke. "Well, Liana, I wanted to say sorry to you."

The gambler curiously raised an eyebrow at that. "Apologize? What for?"

"I….I lied to you," Neda seemingly forced herself to tell Liana. "I ended up voting to eliminate Alessia, and not Godfrey, like you asked. And I wanted to say sorry to you."

Static

Confessional: Neda

"This is a tactic I learned from one of my absolute favorites; Dr. Will from Big Brother!" She excitedly tells the camera. "Will was soooooo treacherous in his seasons. He'd lie and backstab, and generally be a huge power player. And despite that, he won his first season and was one competition from being the first person EVER to win a second season of Big Brother. And, do you know what one of the most important parts of his strategy was?" She asks the camera.

"Any time Dr. Will did something treacherous, and backstabbed someone, he'd go to them and apologize." She answered her question. "He said that when you apologize to someone for what you did to them, it takes the focus off of what you did, and puts it on what they can do to get themselves out of their situation. Plus," Neda then adds, "If you apologize, they let go a bit of their feelings, since you acknowledge what you did wrong, and give them the satisfaction of being in control of the situation as the person in the right."

Neda smirks. "Granted, Will was never truthful when he apologized to people, and I'm certainly not either, but if they think you're apologetic, it's basically the same thing, too."

Static

Liana looked surprised. "Oh, wow," she trails off. "Well, um…"

"Yeah," Neda contritely interrupts. "I'm really, really sorry."

After taking a few moments to formulate a response, Liana asks, "Can I ask why you voted against Alessia?"

Neda sighs. "The truth is, Brooke approached me and asked me to help her out to vote out Godfrey before you asked me with Alessia. And," Neda interrupted herself, "I know that I shouldn't have said yes to both of you. That was really dumb of me, but me and Brooke are really good friends, and I really didn't want her mad at me and I thought I could make a choice that wouldn't cause any problems for anyone, but I just couldn't, and again, I'm really sorry," she rambled apologetically.

Absorbing the superfan's words, after a couple of moments, Liana just shrugged. "I appreciate your honesty, Neda." Letting bitterness creep into her voice, she grumbled, "I certainly don't get a lot of it."

Neda bashfully grinned. "I really felt like you deserved one, Liana. I was one of the reasons you got screwed over, and I really wanted to say sorry."

Liana's mouth turned into a thin line. "Do you happen to know who else turned on me, Neda?"

Neda took a second, trying to think of another name. "Well…I don't know for certain," she admitted. "For what it's worth, I definitely don't think Wind did."

At the hippy's name, Liana grew a small, fond smile. "No, I don't think she did, either."

"So, that'd leave Vivi and John," Neda finished.

The smile evaporated from Liana's face. "Either of whom I think could have done it. They're both shifty." On seeing Neda nod, Liana asked, "Did either of them tell you anything, Neda?"

Sensing an opening, Neda revealed, "Well, Vivi and I were talking at one point last night, and during the conversation, she seemed pretty upset with you about something." The superfan then shrugged. "She didn't say anything about what it could have been, and it is Vivi, but there is that."

Liana sighed. "Vivi. Freaking figures. It always comes back to that girl with me, it feels like."

"Well, even though I screwed you over, I hope you know that you can trust me and that I still wanna get to the end of the game with you," Neda told her in response.

"Yeah, same here," Liana told her affirmatively. "At least you had the guts to admit your mistake, Neda. That goes a long way."

Neda grinned. "Cool! Well, I really just wanted to apologize to you once again, Liana. I screwed up big time."

Liana waved her off. "Water under the bridge, Neda."

"Cool!" The superfan exclaimed. "Well, I won't bother you anymore. I'll let you get back to your book."

"Thanks. Talk to you later," Liana casually replied, ending the conversation as she grabbed her book once more, Neda turned and left the cabin, a satisfied grin on her face.

"Look who it is."

John looked up from his seat, which at the moment was a log on Wawanakwa's beach, to see Godfrey staring back at him, a smug smile on his face. "Just who I was looking for: John Lane."

Static

Confessional: John

"Well, as you're all well aware of by now, I messed up mucho at the last elimination ceremony," he groans annoyedly. "After all the recon and fact-checking I did to make sure I was on the right side of the vote, I still somehow found myself on the losing side." The raven-haired artist rolls his eyes. "So, I now have to eat a very healthy serving of crow with that side and see if I can grovel and beg for a little spot in their alliance."

Static

"I wasn't aware you were looking for me, Godfrey," John responded carefully.

"Oh, rest assured, I most certainly was looking for you, John. We need to have a conversation," The charmer told him, a mirth in his voice that didn't even begin to reach his eyes.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that you're waiting to talk to me about that vote," John stated, holding his ground.

"Oh, you're very correct on that front, Lane," Godfrey confirmed, crossing his arms.

"Well, I voted for you," John said with a shrug. "If that's what you're asking, we can skip the theatrics I know you like so much."

"That's what I, and my team, figured, but your honesty is appreciated, John," Godfrey said with a light chuckle.

"Eh, I don't see the need to lie," John told him. "I'm already in a hole; I might as well not make it deeper. And, I really shouldn't be surprised. You always seem to be the target, but never go home."

At that, Godfrey fully laughed. "That's why I like you, John!" Godfrey happily said aloud. "I find your honesty quite amusing."

"You'd be one of the few, then," John retorted. "Most find it rather annoying."

Cheerfulness gone, Godfrey suddenly told the artist, "I may find you amusing, but my allies don't, unfortunately. Right now, they want you gone for that vote."

Losing his composure for just a moment, John surprisedly shouted, "What?!" As he shot up from his log seat.

"Afraid so," Godfrey told the artist. "I'm afraid that you seem to be on the chopping block, and I'm sure, by now, you know the numbers are there."

"Hold on!" John interrupted, agitated. "Why the hell am I the target here?" He demanded. "Why not Wind or Neda? They were votes that were down the middle too, you know!"

The charmer shook his head. "They were, but they haven't attracted attention like you have, John."

"What do you even mean?" John asked, appalled.

"First off, I know Neda voted with me," Godfrey told him. "We're working together, and have been for a minute. And as for Wind, even if she voted against me, I don't really care," he indifferently told John. "I like her, but she's Wind. It's not like she's playing this game or anything, John. And again, while I like Neda," Godfrey tapped his head, "She's not exactly a genius."

"But you…" Godfrey trailed off. "You are, John. But, you can't ride the fence like you have been anymore, because you chose a side, and it was the wrong one."

Godfrey then cruelly smirked at the artist. "And now, you have to learn that actions have consequences."

John indignantly stared at Godfrey. "I'm not going to fall on my knees and beg if that's what you want," John lanced the charmer. "If I go, I go."

After a few moments, Godfrey nodded in affirmation. "That's what I was hoping to hear," He told John, who just grew a look of confusion on his face. "It's definitely true that you're on the hit list of quite a few people around here, John, but I think I can help you."

Now, the artist was thoroughly confused. "Why would you want to help me if I voted against you?" He asked, feeling, totally lost.

"Simple, really," Godfrey chided him. "You did vote against me, and the people want you gone because you're smart, and they can't trust you. At least with, say, Liana, I know that she's against me. But not you, John. You're an unknown. And that's exactly why I want to keep you."

"...Do you want to elaborate on that point any more?" John asked Godfrey, looking unimpressed.

Godfrey laughed at John's bluntness. "Think of it this way, John. People are afraid of the unknown; what they don't understand. And for many here, you are just that. That's why I would rather you stay; because if you're still here, you're another question mark that's floating around, while I am a bright neon sign of honesty."

John snorted. "I figured this would come back to you ultimately, Godfrey. But, I don't have much of a choice, do I?" The artist rhetorically asked.

"You do not," Godfrey confirmed. "So, here's my deal for you, John. I'm not going to guarantee that you stay or anything. I just can't in this kind of game. But, what I will do is try my best to get the target off of your back, and onto someone else's. And in return," Godfrey then held up a finger. "If you stay, I want a favor from you."

"Fine," John immediately agreed. "That's a deal."

Godfrey grinned. "Good! No preamble. Just an agreement. Again, that's why I like you, John."

"Well, I'm kinda over a barrel here, Godfrey," John told him honestly. "I wanna stay here, so I gotta say yes. Plus, I know if I say no, that'd just give you more incentive to boot my ass outta here. I'd rather not make you any more annoyed with me than you potentially already are."

"Smart man," Godfrey praised. "Correct on all fronts."

"Well, is that all?" John asked, sitting back down on his log. "No offense, but I'd like to get back to what I was doing."

"Pretty much," Godfrey told him. "Like I said, I can't confirm anything, but I'm certainly going to try to help you."

"I'll take anything I can get, man," John said as he went back to his sketchpad. After Godfrey had walked away, leaving the artist alone, he sighed. "What a mess I've found myself in."

The next morning, Brooke sighed tiredly as she stretched and got up from her bed. Looking around the cabin, she saw that her other cabinmates, except Wind, had all wandered off to somewhere else on Wawanakwa. The hippy was currently on her bed, legs folded, playing with her hair. Hearing Brooke stir, she turned and gave the athletic girl a small wave. "Good morning."

As Brooke got out of bed, she grunted as she tried to stretch out her elbow. "Dammit," she quietly grumbled. "Another stiff morning."

Wind curiously watched as Brooke made her way into the bathroom and shut the door, not bothering to acknowledge her greeting.

As Brooke examined herself in the mirror, she sighed. Not only was her elbow stiff, but on her arms were a few dark bruises that stood out in contrast to her pale skin.

"Oh, joy," she groaned as she continued to stretch the stiffness out of her elbow. Suddenly getting the urge to sneeze, Brooke did so right into the sink. She gasped when she saw that the sink was coated in blood.

"Dammit!" Brooke complained as she turned the faucet on to clean out the sink. Touching her face, she could feel blood still dripping out of her nose, so she quickly grabbed some toilet paper and held it to her face.

"Brooke? Are you okay in there?" Wind asked from outside the door, giving it a light knock.

"I'm fine!" Brooke crossly answered as she removed the toilet paper from her nose, to see it had already soaked completely with crimson. Quickly, she tossed it into the toilet and grabbed more, pressing it to her nose once more. "Don't bother me Wind!"

"Are you sure?" Wind asked once more.

"Yes!" Brooke screeched at the hippy. "Leave me alone!"

After a few moments, Brooke didn't hear Wind say anything back, which she took as the girl honoring her request. After a few more minutes, Brooke had soaked through more toilet paper and had graduated to grabbing a small hand towel from under the sink. She had consciously chosen to grab a dark-colored one, remembering the image of David's bright red, formerly white, tank top from a few weeks ago, and not wanting to repeat it.

"Dammit," Brooke quietly complained. "I'm gonna have to go to the infirmary. I think it's about time for another transfusion."

After making sure that the sink was spotless of red, Brooke braced herself and made her way back out into the cabin. Looking around, she saw that it was still empty beside Wind, who was back on her bed playing with her hair. Turning to face the much taller girl, Wind smiled and asked, "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," Brooke quickly responded. "I just have a nosebleed. I'm gonna go to the infirmary," she quickly told Wind as she made for the door.

"Is your hemophilia acting up again?" Wind asked innocently.

That froze Brooke in place like a statue. "My what?" She quietly asked.

"Your hemophilia. Is it giving you problems?" Wind asked once more.

Brooke suddenly rounded on Wind, a dangerous look in her eyes. "How the hell do you know about that?!" She growled. "Did David tell you!?" She stamped a foot in anger. "Freaking David! I knew he'd do this to me!"

Wind looked curiously at Brooke, seemingly ignoring her burning anger. "Why would David tell me anything?"

"Because!" Brooke snapped. "He's the only person who knows! Or, I thought knew! Dammit!"

"David did not tell me anything, Brooke," Wind replied. "I wasn't aware that he knew as well."

Now, Brooke was growing confused. "Wait, so David didn't tell you anything?" She asked, to which Wind shook her head in response. "So, how did you know about me?"

"One of the elders in my community is a hemophiliac as well," Wind explained. "He has much the same symptoms I have seen you with. Bruising, stiffness in the joints, and hard-to-control bleeding. We get shipments of clotting factors delivered so he can manage his condition."

"So, you've known for a while?" Brooke asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

Wind nodded. "For a while, yes."

"And….you haven't told anyone else?" Brooke asked, dreading the answer that Wind would give her.

"No, I have not," Wind confirmed.

Brooke sighed in relief, seeming like the weight of the world was off her shoulders. "Thank god."

"Brooke, why is it that you don't want people to know about your hemophilia?" Wind then asked. "It's not as if it's that big a deal."

"I just don't, okay!?" Brooke snapped at the hippy. Seeing the unshaken look in Wind's eyes, Brooke groaned and added, "I just….don't want to be judged because of it. I want to be defined by who I am, not by what I have."

Wind sagely nodded. "I see. That does make sense."

"I want to know, you really haven't told anyone?" Wind nodded in confirmation, which led Brooke to add, "And how long have you known?"

Wind looked to be in deep thought for a few moments, before telling the athlete, "I've known since a few days before the merge. When David cut you during the basketball game."

"Then, can I ask why you haven't told anyone?" The athletic girl asked. "I mean, you could've."

"Well, you didn't choose to reveal that information when we were all talking together in our first few days on the island, Brooke," Wind explained. "If you did not tell us then, I assumed you did not want people to know about it. The fact that you say that you want to be judged for who you are is just more confirmation of that."

"Well, you're right about that," Brooke told her with a tired sigh.

"If I may give some advice, Brooke?" Wind asked. After thinking about it for a few seconds, Brooke nodded for Wind to continue speaking. "I know that you want to be seen as someone who is not defined by your disorder, but don't forget that it is also a part of you. It is what makes you who you are, just as your height and athletic skills do."

As Brooke absorbed what Wind told her, Wind continued. "I talked to Neda about something similar to this recently. She told me that she had been feeling homesick since she got her phone call from her sister after the Pressure Cooker. I said that her home is just as a part of her as everything else and that she is stronger for having bonds that she misses. Of course, it is different for you, but it's also similar, in a sense. Your hemophilia is a part of you, and it's not all negative. It makes you a stronger person."

Wind then lightly laughed. "I'm not quite sure if I'm getting across what I'm trying to say! I'm not much of a motivational speaker."

Brooke laughed to herself. "No, you're not. But, I get the gist of it."

"Well, that's good," Wind lightly replied. "I was rambling a bit there, I have to admit."

"Admittedly, it's something I try to get better with," Brooke revealed to the hippy. "But, it's tough. It's not like missing your family or anything."

"It must be. That's why you are such a strong person, Brooke." Wind kindly told her, which made Brooke smile.

"Thanks." Dabbing more blood from her nose, Brooke then told Wind, "Well, I've dawdled enough, I think. I should go to the infirmary. I haven't gotten a transfusion of clotting factor since David cut me open, and I should keep up on that."

"Would you like me to accompany you, Brooke?" Wind asked her.

After taking a few moments to consider it, Brooke shook her head. "No, that's fine. It's already not fun for me, making someone else not have any fun doesn't particularly interest me."

"Are you sure Brooke?" The hippy asked her a second time. "It's not as if I'm doing anything of importance right now. It wouldn't be a bother to me."

"No, it's fine," Brooke insisted. "I'd rather do this by myself anyway. I usually try to catch a little bit of a nap while I'm doing it, anyways."

"If you insist," Wind responded casually. "But, just know that I am here for you if you want company, or to talk about what you go through. Like I said, I'm quite familiar with it."

Brooke gave the hippy a small grin. "I may just take you up on that, Wind. Knowing that you have some experience makes it a little easier to palette."

"Just take it at your own pace," Wind told her. "Don't push yourself with things if you're not comfortable. That will only make things harder."

Brooke chuckled. "Who knew you were such a fountain of good advice, Wind?"

That made the hippy laugh as well. "When you grow up around hippies, you tend to learn a few things and get a few pearls of wisdom. The usefulness of a lot of it may come into question, but when it's effective, it really is quite effective."

David and Weenus' laughter rang throughout the abandoned stage. Weenus, currently, was laying flat on his back on the ground, after some kind of jump off the stage that had gone poorly, while David stood beside the prone stuntman, tears streaming down his face from laughter.

"Dude, I can't believe that you really did that!" David cried, wiping his eyes.

Weenus continued to laugh as he finally began to get back onto his feet. "I thought that it'd get you, and looks like I was right!"

"But you belly-flopped off the stage right onto the ground, Weenus!" David laughed even harder, thinking about the boy's jump as he said it.

"You know how it is, David," Weenus chuckled. "I gotta keep you on your toes, man."

As the two's conversation faded into an easy silence, David looked up at the sky. The sun was high in its path across the cloudless sky, which shone with a beautiful blue hue.

"Penny for your thoughts, dude?" Weenus asked for a grin. "What's going on in that head of yours, David?"

"Just thinking about everything so far, man," David told him. "We're just about halfway through this thing, you know. And I'm thinking a lot about getting to the end of the game. And, what I realize is that I wanna get there with you, man."

Weenus looked curious. "But what about Godfrey, man?"

At that, David sighed. "I'm not talking about Godfrey. I'm talking about you and me. In the final two of this game, man."

"But, The Agency….." Weenus trailed off.

"I'm not talking about the Agency, or about Godfrey," David told him, the faintest hints of irritation flashing in his tone. "Only two of us can reach the end of this thing, Weenus. I wanna make it there with you, dude."

Weenus grinned. "Yeah, I'd like to get there with you too, man. I'd like to say that I somehow got to the finale of a game like this."

"Me too," David agreed. "That's why I've been thinking about who should go at the next ceremony, we should vote out John."

"John?" Weenus asked, confused. "Why him, and not someone like Brooke or Liana?"

"I talked to Godfrey," David explained, "And he told me that John fessed up to being one of the votes against him at the last ceremony."

"But wait," Weenus interrupted, confusion clear in his tone. "I thought you said a while ago that you wanted to not work with Godfrey anymore. Why are you helping him now with John?"

"Yeah, I did say that about Godfrey," David admitted. "But it's about timing, you know? I don't wanna reveal everything too early, especially to Godfrey. We saw what he did to Apollo, and I don't wanna end up like he did. Plus, John's all shifty. I like the guy, but I really can't trust him. What if he says he's gonna help us out, then join up with the people against us? That worries me."

Static

Confessional: David

The Chef stares at the confessional camera regretfully. "It's true that I don't wanna take Godfrey to the end, and I do want to take my dude Weenus with me. But, I wanna take Weenus because, at the end of the day, I know I can beat him in any challenge that comes along. I know I've said the same thing about Neda, and if Weenus goes down, I'd wanna take her, but if I had my way, it'd be Weenus there with me."

David sighs. "I'm still really worried about his connection to Godfrey though," he tells the camera with a tired tone. "But, I think I can get him away from Godfrey and all in on me. Just gotta put the work in."

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Suddenly, Weenus started laughing. "Man, David!" He exclaimed. "When did you get so serious in this thing?" He asked. "You've really picked it up lately, dude!"

David couldn't help but chuckle himself at Weenus' exuberance. "Y'know, I felt like I just had to, man," David told the stuntman. "There are a lot of scary people on this island. People like Liana, Brooke, and Godfrey, of course. They're playing this game like crazy. And, to be honest, man? They intimidate me."

"I feel that," Weenus agreed. "Especially with Brooke. She'd be able to pick me up and dunk me like a basketball, I think!"

David couldn't help but laugh at the image, before continuing by saying, "But, I don't wanna just be lined up while one of the stronger people here takes me out. I've learned that if I wanna not just stay in the game, but win it, I gotta put the work in myself. So, that's what I've been doing, and it's been working out for me if I say so myself."

"Yeah, I think it has too," Weenus agreed. "I think you've got what it takes to make it, man," Weenus told him honestly.

David patted his friend on the shoulder, an honest grin on his face. "Thank you, man." He told the stuntman. "That really means a lot. And, like I said, I'd wanna make it to the end with you if I could."

"Me too, man," Weenus echoed. "I wanna do that too. I wanna show that even a goober like me can make it there."

"And I'd like nothing more," David agreed. He then held out his hand. "An Agency final two?"

Weenus put his hand on top of David's. "Agency final two!"

"Attention all campers!" Chris' voice rang out suddenly from one of the many towers scattered around the island. "It's time once again for our next challenge! So, make your way down to the beach, and we'll get the show on the road!"

The chef and the stuntman both looked at each other. "Well, ready to see what ol' McLean has in store for us now?" David asked aloofly, to which Weenus laughed and nodded, as they both left the stage and began to go to the beach.

"Knowing Chris, if it's a challenge on the beach, it's not gonna be very fun! I can't wait!"

"Hey there campers!" Chris cheerily greeted everyone as he quickly arrived at the designated spot on the beach for the day's challenge. Looking over the campers, he grimaced. "Wow, where'd you all go? It feels like just yesterday there were 16 of you, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and raring to go. Now we're nearly through half of you!"

"Speak for yourself, man," Godfrey exclaimed aloud. "I still think there's too many people here for my taste. I won't be happy until I'm the last one left."

The show's host laughed at that. "Oh, Godfrey," he affectionately chided. "We struck gold with you." Getting back on track, he then motioned the cast to follow him. "So, today's challenge is gonna be another really fun one!"

After a quick walk, the cast found themselves in a spot on the beach that was most peculiar. Four large wheels sat next to each other on the beach. One of the wheels had the remaining campers' names on them. The three wheels next to it were completely covered by blankets.

As if those weren't ominous enough, buried in the sand in front of the wheels were glass, open-lidded coffins. The coffins were buried a few inches down into the sand; deep enough to where the occupant would feel slightly submerged, but not so deep that sand would come in over the sides of the coffins.

"Oh god!" Vivi dramatically cried. "Chris has decided he's had enough of all of us and is gonna kill us and bury us on the beach!"

The host laughed. "Not quite Vivi! But, you're right that you're gonna be spending this challenge in these coffins!"

He then held his arms out wide. "Alright, everyone! Welcome to a challenge that I lovingly refer to as 100 Minutes…..In Heaven!"

Chris then looked evilly at the campers. "AND HELL!" Chris evilly laughed, as fire exploded from pyro boxes behind him, and the sound of thunder roared overhead (which may or may not have been Chef waving a thunder sheet).

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Confessional: Vivi

The rocker rolls her eyes unimpressed. "I've seen better pyro at gigs in people's garages and backyards." Vivi then gives a small smirk to the camera. "A+ for effort, though."

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Catching the nervous looks on a few of the campers' faces, Chris held up his palms toward them in a placating manner. "Don't worry, we're not gonna actually bury you guys alive or anything." Chris then grumbled under his breath, "Although I fought like hell to do it."

Quickly getting over his frustrations, Chris began to explain the challenge in detail. "Alright!" He announced, clapping his hands together. "Here's how 100 Minutes of Heaven and Hell will work. Everyone here will crawl into one of the lovely glass coffins we have here in a row for you. Once you're all in, the challenge will start. All you guys have to do is sit in the coffins for 100 minutes! There won't be a clock, obviously, but other than that, you're all allowed to do whatever you want to try to keep track of the time. When you leave your coffin, your time will be automatically recorded. The person who gets closest to the 100-minute mark without going over will win immunity! Sounds simple?" The host asked, finishing his explanation.

"Sounds too simple," Brooke theorized, eyes narrowed. "I'm sure it's not gonna just be us sitting in coffins all day, Chris."

"And you'd be right, Brooke!" He enthusiastically told her. "No, it wouldn't be very Total Drama of us if we made this too easy for you all. Thus…" The host then gestured towards the mystery circles. "We have our wonderful wheels to mess with your concentration during this!"

Chris gestured to the first wheel, which had the campers' names on them. "We first have the list of names! At random intervals, I'll spin this wheel to determine who's going to be the recipient of one of our extracurricular distractors. Then," he told as he removed the sheet from the second wheel, which had two choices: the word Heaven in a white, fluffy font on a blue background, which took up half the wheel. The second half had the word Hell, which was in a black, craggy font on a bright red background, "We'll spin this wheel, and determine if you're getting a heavenly treat or a hellish punishment!"

Chris then moved towards the last two wheels and removed the blankets covering them…..only to reveal that they were facing the opposite direction. "And then, we'll spin the corresponding wheel, and you'll get whatever is spun for you." The host then smirked at his unamused cast. "What, did you think I'd just show off what you'd be getting in this thing?"

The unamused looks of the gathered competitors were all Chris needed to know that he should begin to wrap up his explanation. "Anyway, that about does it! Does anyone have any questions on how our challenge will work?"

Seeing that there were no questions, Chris smiled excitedly. "Alright, everyone! Then I think we're just about ready to get this show on the road! Everyone, hop into a coffin, get comfy, and we'll get this challenge going!"

The challenge had begun; all the campers were lying in their coffins. They sported varying looks of concentration on their faces, and many of them could be seen employing their various strategies to try to keep track of the time.

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Confessional: Neda

The Iranian teen looks at the confessional booth, a tired look on her face. "My strategy for this was to be constantly tapping the side of my coffin," She explained, as she then began rhythmically tapping the side of the booth. "I count to 60, and that's a minute, and then I start over. It's not perfect, but for me, I think that it's gonna work. A challenge like this is mostly luck. I wanna get as close as I can."

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Confessional: Weenus

"This challenge is really crazy!" He tells the camera. "Honestly, I don't have any idea how I'm gonna be able to tell the time in this thing, so I'm gonna just do this off vibes. When I'm starting to feel like it's been a hundred minutes, I'll bail."

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Confessional: Brooke

"This is maybe even harder than the Pressure Cooker," the athletic girl groans. "Keeping track of the seconds is such a pain in the ass! The best I can do is just kinda mumble the numbers, and hope that I can get lucky."

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Confessional: Godfrey

"Of course, I don't want to win this challenge," Godfrey confidently reveals to the confessional camera. "But, I am playing this one a little differently. Normally, I throw these challenges to make myself look weaker to the people around me. But here?" He smirks. "This time, I'm taking the fight directly to everyone else. I aim to cause chaos and confusion by bowing out at just the right time, to make people think that the hundred minutes are coming up, and hopefully, they'll all drop out behind me, desperate just to be a few seconds closer to the hundred. I want to start the chain reaction, man!" He laughs.

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"Alright, campers!" Chris excitedly shouted from his position from next to the many wheels of the challenge. "I'm just so excited, I can't wait! So, we're gonna do our first spin of the wheels!"

"Great," Vivi groaned. "And we can't even see who gets what."

"Precisely, Vivi! That's what makes this challenge such a hoot!" Chris laughed. "But, alright! Here we go! Our first camper is…" Chris grabbed the wheel and gave it a rough spin, the wheel making a constant clicking sound. It went on for a few moments, before landing on the name. "...Wind!"

"Hey, good luck there, Wind," John snarkily said to her from his spot in the coffin to her right. "Hopefully you get the one where your coffin fills up with puppies and sunshine."

"Well, John, how's about we find out?" Chris asked the artist, as he gave the second wheel a spin. After a few moments, he laughed. "Sorry Wind, but it looks like you're starting us off with a hellish punishment!"

"I am prepared to take anything you may throw at me, Chris," the hippy told the host evenly.

"Oh, you may very well come to regret those words very soon, Wind!" Chris cackled as he spun the Hell Wheel.

As the wheel spun, Weenus, from his spot in the coffin to Wind's left told her, "I hope that it isn't too bad, Wind. I know that this show can think of some messed up stuff."

Though he couldn't see it, Wind smiled. "Thank you for your concern Colby, but be assured that I can handle anything that I am thrown."

"Ohhh!" Chris groaned. "I don't know about that, Wind!" He told her. "Unfortunately for you, the Hell wheel just landed on Water Torture."

"...Water Torture?" David asked aloud, perturbed. "You're not gonna waterboard Wind, are you?" He asked, nervousness clear in the Newfie's voice.

"Don't worry, David!" Chris reassured. "Water Torture is perfectly safe. She won't drown or anything!"

"The fact it has torture in the name doesn't make me feel very confident about that….." David trailed off, as Chef appeared, placing a large bucket on top of a wooden platform, just above Wind's head.

"The Water Torture will drop freezing cold water on your forehead at random intervals, Wind," Chris informed. "Some people say that the randomness of the drops makes you go insane." He then laughed evilly. "Hopefully you can hack it! And if not, you can just bail out of the competition early, too."

As a drop of water landed on Wind's forehead, she airily told the host in response, "No thank you, Chris, I think I'll be staying in this competition."

The host shrugged. "Well, I did my due diligence, and informed you." He then looked giddy and clapped his hands together. "Well, I'm just so excited! In fact, I'm so excited, why don't we roll another camper's name and see what they get?"

Without waiting for an answer from his cast, Chris grabbed the wheel and gave it a second spin.

"And, our second lucky duck is…Vivi!"

The rocker chick obstinately crossed her arms from inside her coffin. "You better impress me, McLean," she growled. "I don't want anything lame."

As Chris spun the next wheel, from Vivi's right, Godfrey laughed. "As fearless as ever, Vivi."

Vivi scoffed. "Whatever."

"Don't you worry about getting anything lame, Vivi," Chris told her. "Because you're also getting one of our hellish punishments! Which one will it be? Well, I'm gonna find out!"

"Give me something good!" Vivi exclaimed as the wheel stopped.

"Oh, we got something good for you, Vivi!" Chris chuckled, before turning towards Chef Hatchet. "Chef, go grab Bucket 5."

Chef Hatchet grumbled as he stomped away, while Godfrey told the rocker, "I'm sure that anything that comes from a bucket will be a real treat."

Before Vivi could respond, Chef's large form stood over her, casting a shadow over the entirety of her coffin. Holding a large bucket, Chef told the rocker, "Enjoy," before tipping the bucket and pouring its contents inside Vivi's coffin.

"Oh god!" Vivi exclaimed, shocked, to the nervousness of the other competitors.

"You okay over there, Vivi?" Neda called from her spot in between David and John.

"Probably not," Chris cackled. "Our friend here Vivi happened to get the bucket of snakes!"

"THIS IS SO COOL!" Vivi's enthusiastic cry punctured through the air, to Chris' surprise.

"What?" was all that the perplexed host could ask, as he walked over and peered into Vivi's coffin, which contained both the rocker and about 20 snakes of differing sizes.

Vivi had a huge smile on her face. "Did you give me this one on purpose man?" She happily asked. "This is awesome!"

As the other campers began to laugh, Vivi grabbed one snake, a Ball Python that had white scales and yellow dots. "Oh, you're a pretty fella aren't you?" She asked as she held the snake close to her face, letting the creature flick her cheeks with its tongue. "Oh, you bet you are!" The rocker happily laughed.

Chris crossed his arms and huffed irritably, as the campers all laughed at Vivi's enthusiastic response to her 'hellish punishment'. "What're the odds," he grumbled as he stepped away from Vivi's coffin and back towards the wheels.

"Hey, it looks like you've made a new friend, Vivi!" David laughed.

"Yeah," Godfrey agreed with a nod, before growing a smirk. "Now, she has one."

Vivi laughed, taking Godfrey's jab in stride. "Sounds about right, Godfrey," she responded as she still held the snake close to her face, as the others around her continued to slither around.

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Confessional: Brooke

"All that chatter was so annoying," she complains in the confessional booth. "I want to WIN this challenge, like I've won the last three. And everyone squawking about Vivi and her snakes was doing nothing but distracting me from the competition."

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Drip. Drip. Drip.

'Three in a row?' Wind thought to herself as she shook her head, getting some of the accumulated water off of herself. 'That hasn't happened yet.'

"Hey, Wind?" Weenus asked quietly.

Still looking upwards at the sky, the hippy simply responded, "Hmmm?"

"How's that water thingy treating you?" He asked then, which made the hippy frown.

"I must admit, it is rather annoying," Wind admitted. "The randomness of it oft makes me lose my concentration. It's not pleasant," she sighed. Her sigh then turned to a frown as another drop landed on her head. Drip.

"I'm sorry," Weenus told her conciliatorily. "It must really suck. I hope you're okay."

"I will be fine," Wind reassured the stuntman. "But, I thank you for your concern, Colby." She then laughed lightly. "I don't think I will go insane in this, like Chris said could happen, however."

That made Weenus laugh as well. "Good!"

Suddenly, from Wind's other side, John interjected, "I'd hate to see what an insane, rage-fueled Wind would look like."

The three laughed heartily, and Wind laughingly said, "I can't even begin to imagine it!"

"Alright, everyone!" Chris suddenly interjected. "It's time again for another spin of our lovely wheels!" A few of the campers groaned, already dreading what was to come if snakes and water torture were already revealed.

With a spin of the wheel of names, Chris announced, "And our new recipient is….David!"

The Newfie involuntarily groaned at his name being called. "Great…"

With another spin of the wheel, after a few seconds, Chris announced, "Turn that frown upside down, David! Because, lucky you, you've gotten the first heavenly treat of the challenge." After a quick roll of the Heaven wheel, Chris continued, "And, David, I bet that this is gonna be a treat in particular that you're gonna like."

"Ah, David!" An older woman's voice suddenly called over the island's intercoms. She was also from Newfoundland if her thick accent had anything to say.

"MOM?!" David gasped in shock.

"I'm doing one of these pre-recorded voice things, but, I just want you to know that I love you, I love you so, so, so much, David. You're my son, and I love you. I miss you every day, David, but I know that you're doing fantastically on that island you've told me about."

David covered his mouth in shock as David's mom's voice continued to echo throughout. "I know that you're taking on this game like only David Masters can; with a good attitude, a smile on your face, a willingness for ridiculousness, and a big heart. So don't lose track of those things, David, and I'll see you soon. I love you, son."

With that, the message ended, and David was wiping his eyes. "What a nice message," Chris commented. "Sounds like your mother, David?"

"Y-yeah," David choked out. "That's my mom."

Next to David, Neda told him, "She sounds like a lovely woman, David. You're super lucky to have a mom like that."

"Oh, she is, Neda," David continued to sniffle. "She's the best woman ever."

"Hopefully, I can meet her once this season's over with," Neda responded.

"Same, man," Godfrey echoed in agreement.

"Oh, I hope you all get to meet her too!" David emotionally laughed. "She's the sweetest, and she'd love all of you."

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Confessional: David

"Getting to actually hear from my mom was such an amazing part of this challenge," David told the confessional camera, emotion still clear in his voice. "It really reminds me what I'm here for, you know? This isn't just about me. I wanna win this game for my mom. We had it tough for so long, and she did the absolute best that she could. I wanna give back to her."

David then takes a deep breath and steels his gaze. "That's why I've been playing the game more and more lately. I'm not here to make friends and stuff. I've made some really good friends here. Friends I'll have for many years to come. But, I still wanna win this game. And if I wanna win, I'm gonna have to do whatever I can."

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"Are you okay, David?" Neda asked the Newfie teen after a few more moments.

Taking a deep breath, David nodded, even though Neda couldn't see it. "Yeah, I'm good. It was just a real surprise hearing from my mom."

Neda wistfully sighed. "I get it. Even when I knew it was coming, I still cried when I heard from my sister a while ago." She then lightly laughed. "It's only been about 3 weeks or so, but still, it does feel like it's been forever since we've seen or heard from our families, hasn't it?" She rhetorically asked, a sad lilt to her voice.

"Too true," David agreed. "Longest three weeks so far, for me. I've never gone more than a few days without talking to my mom. This has been a bit of an adjustment."

"I feel you there," Neda echoed. "My older sisters both moved away, but I still talk to them pretty regularly. And, I haven't gone this long without talking to my parents, either. It's been a big change for me." Neda trailed off, but then continued, "But at the same time, I've been so focused on what's been going on here, around me, that sometimes, it's all I can focus on, you know? Like, I get a one-track mind." After a few moments, Neda humorlessly laughed. "Am I even making sense?"

"Yeah, you are," David confirmed. "I do know what you mean. This game's a lot. Heck, a lot of the time, it feels like too much."

"Now, that I can agree with!" Neda giggled. 'But I wouldn't have it any other way,' She thought to herself happily.

After a few more moments of silence, David said aloud, "Thanks for talking to me about this Neda. I appreciate it. You know that it's tough to hear from your family after so long too. The only other person who'd get it is Liana."

"No problem, David," Neda smiled. "Trust me, my phone call was great, but I was really upset when it had to end. But, I also think that it made me a little stronger. It gave me the confidence to keep going."

"I feel that," David agreed. "It's really good to know that there are still people out there, outside of this dang island, that still care for and loves all of us."

The superfan fondly smiled at that. "I couldn't have put it better myself, David."

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Confessional: Liana

She smiles confidently at the camera. "I know that things haven't been working out great for me as of late, but I really think that this challenge will be where I can start turning the whole ship around for myself. I'm down here at the very end, next to Brooke, where I can just be quiet and concentrate on this challenge and keep my time. As long as I don't get one of those wheel things, I should be okay."

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"Congrats, Liana, you're next!" Chris announced aloud, not having even bothered to tell the campers he was spinning the wheel.

Brooke, from next to Liana, couldn't help but smirk at the gambler. "Lucky you."

Choosing to not respond, Liana just rolled her eyes at Brooke's jab as Chris took the next wheel for a spin.

"Aaaaaaaand…." Chris dragged out, "Liana is getting…"

"Any day now," the gambler grumbled annoyedly.

"A punishment!" Chris laughed. "Poor you, Liana!"

Rolling her eyes as Chris spun the wheel, after a few moments, the host announced, "And, Liana! We have your punishment!'

Without warning, Liana was suddenly doused with a bucket of water. "Ack!" She surprisedly groaned as she coughed, spitting water out of her face and rubbing her eyes. "What the hell!"

Liana looked to her left and saw Chef standing over her, holding an aluminum bucket with an annoyed expression on his face, one that Liana gave right back. Liana's ire was suddenly shifted to Chris, who had walked over and was standing over Liana, next to Chef. "Oops!" Chris laughed hard. "Looks like you got the water bucket, Liana!" Chef looked over to Chef, who had deposited the empty bucket onto the sand. "And good throw, Chef!" Chris cackled. "Liana never saw it coming!"

Chef just grunted and walked away in response, leaving the still-laughing host standing over the soaked gambler.

Liana said nothing, seeming to try to get her focus back on her timing, but if her annoyed expression went by anything, it seemed like she hadn't done that successfully.

"That was a solid one," Godfrey chuckled to Brooke, who was between the charmer and the gambler. "This has been fun, hasn't it?" He then asked her.

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Confessional: Godfrey

"It's all part of the strategy," Godfrey told the camera as he tapped his temple. "Like I said, I'm not trying to win this challenge. I'm going to take everyone down with me. Try to screw up everyone's time. And no better way than to be extremely distracting."

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Brooke said nothing, opting to ignore the charmer, but Godfrey wouldn't be assuaged. "Yeah, that bucket of water was an unfortunate one, for sure. Don't you think so, Brooke?"

The athlete grit her teeth in irritation, trying to keep her focus on her counting.

"I bet that you do," Godfrey nodded to himself. "I know I would."

"Would you shut up, Godfrey?" Brooke growled dangerously, making the charmer smirk in victory.

"Oh, sorry, Brooke," Godfrey told her, his tone anything but sorry. "I was just trying to make conversation."

"Do it with someone else," she angrily whispered to him.

"Godfrey," Chris suddenly interrupted, "Since you're so keen to be a conversationalist, how about we forgo the spin, and see what you get on the wheel?"

Brooke smugly grinned at the chain of events that had befallen Godfrey, as the charming teen himself shrugged and simply replied, "Go ahead, man."

Though not visible to the other contestants, Chris grabbed the Heaven and Hell wheel, and gave it the slightest possible spin, the wheel itself barely moving. "Oh, sorry Godfrey, but you're getting a punishment as well!" The host announced.

Godfrey said nothing, accepting his fate as Chris then moved and spun the wheel of punishments much more vigorously. Seeing where the wheel landed after a few moments of spinning, Chris couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, Godfrey," Chris told him happily, "I'm so happy you got this one."

As a shadow loomed over the charmer, Godfrey looked up to see Chef standing over him, holding a pair of headphones attached to an iPod. "Put this in, and click play on this," Chef grunted.

"Whatever you say, man," Godfrey told him casually as he grabbed the iPod from Chef's hand, stuck the earbuds in, and clicked the play button.

Godfrey's eyes suddenly bulged open, shock on his features as the death metal on max volume ripped through his skull. After only a few moments, Godfrey ripped the offending items out of his ears and tossed them to the side, the extremely loud music still blasting out of them easy to hear for all the campers. A moment later, Godfrey clambered out of his coffin.

Chris, laughing hysterically laughing, asked, "What's the matter, Godfrey? Couldn't hack it?"

Still rubbing his ears, Godfrey groaned, "I don't wanna go deaf."

Wiping a tear from his eyes, Chris uproariously laughed, "You should have seen your face, man!" Trying to regain a bit of his composure, he then told the charmer, pointing to a patch of beach away from both the coffins and without a line of sight on the wheels, "Go stand over there, Godfrey, that's where the eliminated campers are going to be for this one."

Annoyedly grumbling, and still rubbing his ears, Godfrey made his way over to the area that Chris had set apart.

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Confessional: Godfrey

The charmer stares at the confessional camera, looking wholly unamused. "If I end up going deaf or getting some hearing loss because of that, McLean better find himself a good lawyer, because he's gonna need one."

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"Hey, John." The artist in question looked over at who had called his name, who turned out to be Neda. "What's up?"

John shrugged in response. "This is boring."

"How've you been keeping track of the time?" The superfan curiously asked, to which the raven-haired artist humorlessly chuckled.

"I haven't."

That surprised the Iranian teen. "You're not?" She asked, perplexed.

"Yup," John idly confirmed.

"...May I ask why?" She then asked curiously.

John stretched and put his hands behind his head, and stared up at the rolling blue sky. "It's gonna be impossible to determine what our times are by ourselves," he coolly explained. "Plus, you're gonna have to get out right at 100 minutes, or someone will just hop out two seconds after you and win. It's an exercise in futility, Neda."

"So you're not even trying to win?" Neda intoned.

"I'm trying to win," John clarified, "But I just don't have high hopes about it."

"That's a pretty defeatist way of looking at things," Neda lightly scolded him. "By that logic, you can still win."

"I can, but I most likely will not." He retorted.

Neda playfully sighed. "Why is it that you look at this competition in such a negative light, John?" She asked.

"Neda," John asked now, "Could you be referring to the harsh light of reality?"

That made the Iranian girl laugh. "I guess when you put it that way-"

"Hey, everyone!" Chris suddenly interrupted. "We're doing this particular spin a little differently!"

"Oh, great," John suddenly sighed.

"This time," Chris began to explain, "We're not going to spin the wheel to determine who gets either a punishment or a prize. This time, we're doing a prize, and it's available to everyone still in the game."

"What's the catch?" Wind asked, wiping more droplets of water from her head.

"Well, I'm glad you asked, Wind," Chris told her, "Because in order to claim this prize, you have to eliminate yourself from the challenge."

After a few moments, Vivi shrugged and crawled out of her coffin, still cradling the snake she had taken a liking to. "Screw it," she casually told everyone. "I'll take it."

"And just like that," the host announced, "Vivi and her little pal claim the reward!"

Placing the python behind her neck, and letting it hang down her shoulders like a scarf, Vivi approached the host expectantly and folded her arms as Chris smirked at her. "Who's your pal there, Vivi?" He snidely asked.

Vivi grinned at him with a sickly sweet smile. "Well, he looks scary on the outside, but on the inside, he couldn't be less intimidating or scary. So, I named him Little Chris McLean."

The gathered campers, and Chef, chuckled at Vivi's swift comeback to the host, as Chris himself bristled. "Don't look for a career in stand-up," Chris grumbled at her as he shoved a compact suitcase into her hands. "There you go. Five G's, all for you."

Vivi's eyes widened as she popped the latches on the suitcase, and her eyes lit up as she saw that it was filled with crisp, green, hundred-dollar bills.

"HELL YEAH!" Vivi shouted in joy. "THAT'S WHAT I'M GODDAMN TALKIN' ABOUT!"

"Congrats, Vivi!" Neda called out.

"Yeah, nice, Vivi!" Wind also called. "Congratulations!"

However, the rocker didn't even hear their calls of congratulations, opting to just go and stand next to Godfrey, a large smile on her face.

"Well, good for you," Godfrey told her. "I can't say that I don't wish it was me, but oh well."

Vivi cast a sideways grin at the charmer. "I'm sure that everyone wishes they got this," she responded, wagging the small case with her money. "I was just the only one who wasn't cowardly enough to actually go for it."

Godfrey chuckled. "I hope that you didn't just eliminate yourself from the game, though. I personally find this game a lot more interesting with you in it."

That comment gave Vivi a little bit of a pause. "What're you getting at now, Godfrey?" She demanded rather than asked, as she scratched the chin of her new serpentine friend, who was still calmly wrapped on her shoulders.

"Me? Nothing," He told her innocently. "I'm just saying, watch your back. You never know who's really coming after you, or who you can trust."

As Vivi's nostrils flared in irritation, Godfrey couldn't help himself but smirk. 'It really is too easy,' the charmer thought with a condescending grin.

"Alright," Chris huffed. "Since I'm in a bad mood now, I've decided that I'm gonna punish one of you."

Roughly spinning the wheel, it eventually landed on… "Neda."

The Iranian Girl squeaked in surprise, but before she could speak, Chris spun the wheel of punishments. When it stopped, the bad mood on his face seemed to drop a bit. "Oh, this is nice," he commented. Chef approached, and, seeing the punishment, grimaced.

A few moments later, Chef stood beside Neda. "Sorry, girly," he told her.

Before she could even ask why he was sorry, she suddenly found herself covered in thousands of live, squirming maggots.

"Oh….my…..god….." Neda quietly groaned, obviously doing her best to keep herself from screaming.

"Neda?" David asked from beside her. "You okay?"

"No….I….am…..not….." The superfan began to turn green as she watched the bugs squirm all around her, still fighting to keep her composure.

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Confessional: Neda

Neda looked sick. "I will, never, in my life, forget that feeling of….." She suddenly covered her mouth at the prospect of saying what her punishment was aloud. Quickly realizing she was fighting a losing battle, and still holding her hand over her mouth, she threw the confessional door open and sprinted out, towards the bathrooms.

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"Alright, that's enough for me," John announced as he stepped out of his coffin.

Chris looked at him disappointedly. "But you didn't even get a chance to get a spin of the wheel!"

The raven-haired artist shrugged. "I'm not gonna risk it. Besides, it's probably getting close enough to a hundred minutes."

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Confessional: John

"I don't actually know if it's getting close to a hundred minutes at all," John admitted to the camera. "But, I'm not gonna risk getting covered in bugs, or shaved bald, or whatever. Besides," he adds, "Maybe I can knock a few people out of this challenge, so a Lane-friendly person could win."

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At John's words, other campers began thinking to themselves. 'Is it getting close to 100 minutes? Is John telling the truth? Is he lying?'

For one camper, it wasn't worth the risk. As the artist went to stand next to Godfrey and Vivi, David hopped out after him.

"And David's locked his time in as well," Chris announced. "We could be getting close to 100 minutes, or we could still be far away! Who can tell?"

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS!" Neda screamed abruptly as she leaped out of her coffin, and maggots flew everywhere. The other gathered people stared at the superfan, looks of either pity or disgust on their faces, as maggots crawled all over her clothes and arms, and even in her hair, a wide-eyed, wild expression on her face.

"Chris…..please…" Neda suddenly pleaded. "Please, let me take a shower…."

Quite grossed out, Chris told her, "Sure. Go ahead."

Without another word, the girl ran as fast as she could to the showers, leaving a trail of maggots following her.

Shivering, Chris recapped, "So, in the span of a few moments, Neda, John, and David have all dropped out. Weenus, Wind, Brooke, and Liana are still in the competition! But, just because you're out of the competition, doesn't mean you can't win. We could already be over 100 minutes by now."

"We're most assuredly not," Wind whispered to Weenus next to her. "Don't worry, Colby."

"Heh, if you say so," The stuntman retorted. "I don't really mind either way, really, Wind."

"How do you mean?" She asked, curiosity lacing her voice.

"I dunno," Weenus shrugged from within his coffin. "I just don't really mind if I win or not. I'm just about this whole experience."

Drip. Drip. Wiping the two drops of water from her head and grimacing, Wind replied, "I know what you mean. Sometimes, I feel bad that I am not playing the game and am still here when everyone who has left thus far would want to still be here playing the game."

Weenus laughed. "Well, that's why you're still here, Wind. People like you. That's kinda playing the game itself, right?" He then asked.

Wind smiled sadly at that. "I see what you mean, Colby, but compared to other people here, not really."

"Since there's only four of you left, why not do another spin of the wheel?" Chris asked happily.

Not even bothering to hear any responses, Chris spun his wheel of names. "And….you're up, Brooke!"

The girl, who had been mostly silent thus far, grimaced. 'Fantastic,' she irritably thought. 'Just what I need right now.'

With a spin of the second wheel, Chris looked on in anticipation of which side it'd land. "I never get tired of this," he announced as the wheel spun on. After a few more moments, Chris sighed disappointedly. "Well, looks like you're lucky enough to get a reward, Brooke."

Saying nothing, she just lightly smirked at the good turn of fortune she faced. As she did so, Chris spun the rewards wheel. The disappointed look on Chris' face vanished, and he began to laugh. "Oh, this one's not too bad!" He then turned towards Chef. "Oh, Chef…" He called in a sing-songy voice.

Walking over, when he saw the particular reward, Chef vigorously shook his head. "No way, McLean!" He snapped. "I ain't doing it!"

Chris stamped a foot irritably. "Hey! It could be that reward!" She snapped, pointing at a reward on the board that only the two of them could see. Grimacing, Chef muttered an annoyed "fine" before marching over to Brooke.

The athlete looked upwards at Chef, holding a bowl of grapes, an obviously angry look on his face. "Congratulations," he robotically told her. "You have won the hand-fed grapes reward."

After thinking a few moments, Brooke shrugged. "Why not? Lay them on me."

If possible, Chef's scowl deepened as he was forced to kneel, and hand-feed the athletic girl grapes individually.

As this happened, Neda suddenly reappeared, her hair still wet from her much-needed shower, but the manic look on her face was replaced by a more easygoing one.

"Heya, everyone!" She chirped as she stood with the group of eliminated campers.

"You feel better?" John asked, a light grin on his face. "Did you get all the bugs out of your hair?"

Neda grimaced. "I sure did. I triple-shampooed, just to be sure." She then groans. "I hope this doesn't make me a germaphobe or something. I don't need that to become a thing."

David laughed as he approached the pair. "I guess I got off lucky," he told the pair. "I didn't have to get splashed with water, or grubs or anything."

"Haha, yeah," Neda laughed humorlessly. "That is lucky."

At her unenthused reaction, John snorted. "Jealous, Neda?"

She rolled her eyes at John, her mood obviously sour. "More like I was gonna have a panic attack and go ballistic if I had to endure those bugs on me for one more second."

"Wasn't Wind's punishment the one that made people go crazy?" John jabbed back right at her. "What's your excuse?"

"My excuse is that I had a bucket of maggots on me," Neda sharply replied, her irritation with the artist increasing. "At least I didn't wimp out, John."

John smirked at that. "Alright, alright, I'll concede on that. I wimped out big time. I'd rather not get covered in spiders or something of the sort."

Neda, seemingly proud that she got one over on John, grinned victoriously. "That's about what I thought."

"Alright, I'm done!" Weenus called as he slowly crawled from his coffin.

"Dang it!" Chris openly complained. "You too?"

"Yup!" He replied, a carefree tone in his voice, as he walked over to the other eliminated participants. "Just felt like the right time."

Without warning, Liana, from the other side of the row of coffins, also left hers.

"And we're down to two!" Chris announced.

Both the final two girls inside their coffins had a choice; stay, and potentially go over the 100-minute mark? Or leave now, and potentially not win, while also going over the 100-minute mark?

For Wind, her choice was easy, as she, too, left her pod, and shook her head once more to get the water off of her head.

"How was that water torture, Wind?" David asked, concerned as he approached her cautiously.

She sighed. "It was not enjoyable."

Godfrey laughed at Wind's honest comment. "Almost like they call it torture for a reason or something."

Wind giggled at that. "Godfrey, I think you're possibly onto something there."

As the gathered campers sat around and chatted, Brooke still sat in her coffin, confident.

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Confessional: Brooke

"Everyone left in chunks, pretty much," Brooke told the camera. "They were following the lead of other people who were leaving. It was a herd mentality. But, leaving with that last batch of people just didn't feel right. So, I decided to sit there, give myself a little more time, and hope to God that I didn't screw myself."

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After another few minutes, Brooke hopped out of her coffin as well, signifying the end of the challenge. "And that's it!" Chris called. "This challenge is now over. Everyone, come over here."

The competitors followed the host over to another part of the beach with a small stool on it, which held a large bowl with multiple slips of paper. "As you all left, one of our amazing, nameless interns was writing down your times on these slips of paper and jumbling them together. We're gonna read off all these and see who won our immunity today!"

Remember, your time has to be the closest to 100 minutes without going over," Chris informed them, before grabbing the first slip of paper out of the bowl. "So, to start us off," Chris began, "Godfrey, your time was…35:44!"

"Wonderful," the charmer rolled his eyes. "I can feel that victory already."

"Don't be so sure," Chris wagged his finger as he grabbed another paper out of the bowl.

"And as for you, Weenus, your time was….96:53! Woah!" He exclaimed.

"Killer!" Weenus cheered, before coming to a sudden realization. "Oh, then Liana and Wind….."

Chris nodded in confirmation. "That means that since Liana and Wind left after you, you're also not the closest, along with Godfrey and, well, pretty much everyone else here. And since Wind left a few moments before Liana, those two times are the ones that matter." At those words, Chris then reached in and grabbed all the slips of paper left in the bowl. He looked at them all, looking for the ones with the names he was looking for. Finding Brooke, Wind, and Liana's times, he held their papers in his hands, as he dropped everyone else's times back in the bowl next to him.

"Alright," Chris seriously began. "This challenge is now down to Wind, Liana, and Brooke. Depending on who's times go over, if any, then any three of you could win. Understood, girls?"

The three nodded, anxious to see who'd win immunity between them.

Grabbing the first slip, Chris read, "Okay, Liana. Your time is…..97:22."

Rather than hearing that and being excited, Liana sulked. "Damn," she mumbled. "Then that means Wind beats me out."

"That it does," Chris confirmed as he next grabbed Wind's slip of paper. "Wind, your time was….97:35."

The hippy lightly clapped her hands, a look of accomplishment on her face. "How wonderful."

"Brooke, if you're under 100 minutes, you win this challenge. If you're over, then Wind automatically wins," the host explained to her. "Are you ready to find out?" He then asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she said back to Chris, the tone in her voice not betraying the competitive fire she felt burning inside.

"Okay," Chris nodded as he opened Brooke's paper. "Brooke. Your time was…..101:19!"

Brooke sulked in defeat, as Wind gasped, her hands moving to cover her open mouth. "That means, congrats Wind!" Chris exclaimed. "You've won 100 Minutes of Heaven and Hell, and you are our immunity winner!"

"Oh my goodness!" Wind cried out, shocked at her victory.

She was quickly mobbed by Neda, Weenus, Liana, and David, who gave various cheerful, congratulatory words to the quickly overwhelmed hippy. "This is wonderful!" She cried out.

Meanwhile, Brooke couldn't help but kick the sand in disappointment. "Shoot," she grumbled to herself. "Dammit."

"Disappointed?" John asked as he approached her, amused at her reaction.

"Yeah, pretty disappointed," Brooke sadly confirmed.

"Try not to feel too bad," John shrugged his shoulders. "Can't win 'em all, Brooke."

"I know," She rolled her eyes at him, "But still…."

"Nah, I get it," John interrupted, the mocking lilt in his voice gone. "I'm an athlete too. I always feel disappointed if I get second in a race or something."

Brooke smiled genuinely at the artist. "So, you get it too, huh," she said more than asked, at which John nodded.

"Plus, I feel a lot more competitive about my art and stuff," John added. "Even more than running, I get pretty competitive about my art. Imagine being raised in a big family of artists like mine?" He rhetorically asked aloud. "Things got pretty competitive around the house."

"Brooke?" Before the athlete could respond, she turned at the call of her name and saw Wind standing before her, her friends gathered behind her as well, the hippy's hands folded down in front of her. "I hope that you're not too mad at me for beating you. I know that you are a very competitive person."

John turned and left, not wanting to butt in on the conversation that Wind clearly wanted to have with the athletic girl after her loss. 'No one can say that I'm butting in,' John mused to himself.

Hearing the honest tone of the hippy's voice, Brooke couldn't help but shrug. "It's fine, Wind," Brooke shrugged at her. "I'm honestly not mad at you. Like John said, I can't win 'em all, no matter how much I may want to."

"That's nice to hear," Wind told her honestly.

"And, you just got one over on me one time," Brooke grinned at the hippy, a competitive fire in her eyes. "I'm going to win the next one, Wind. You can bet on that. So, you can have this one."

Wind lightly laughed at Brooke's challenging words. "I wouldn't think anything else, Brooke."

Shortly after the challenge, Chef was back in the island's kitchen, working on the night's dinner.

As he was carefully cutting some onions, a trio of knocks at the door near him made him jump in surprise, which shortly gave way to anger. "Knock it off, Chris!" He shouted, not even bothering to look at the host. "I'm busy!"

"I'm not Chris, genius."

Chef was surprised at the feminine, decidedly un-Chris voice that answered his angry shout. Quickly, he set down his knife, turned, and saw that rather than Chris, standing before him was, of all people, Vivi, arms folded and eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Oh," he grumbled, "Sorry for yelling at you then, I guess."

"No you're not," Vivi laughed at him. "I've given and received many a shouting at in my time and I know when it's being meant, and you were meaning it then."

Chef, despite the fact he was talking to one of the contestants, smirked. "Heh. Well, you got me there," he responded in his deep voice. "Well then, what the hell are you doing here, Vivi?" He then asked the rocker. "You've never bothered me before."

Without bothering to reply vocally, she reached into one of the many pockets of her leather jacket and, to Chef's great surprise, procured the snake she had bonded with during the earlier challenge.

"What the heck do you still have that thing for?" Chef asked, his voice sounding more amused than upset.

Vivi shrugged as she put the serpent around her neck once more, it curiously looking around at its new environment. "He's my new buddy," She explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Little Chris McLean and I have become pretty good pals," she added as she rubbed the bottom of the snake's chin.

"You know that I can't let you keep that thing, Vivi," Chef chided her.

"Why not?" She probed right back.

Chef opened his mouth to respond but quickly found that he had nothing to actually respond to her with. "What?" Was all that Chef could think to say to Vivi.

Sensing her moment, Vivi pressed, "Why exactly can't I keep Little Chris McLean here, Chef?" She asked once more. "It's not like you were gonna do anything with him for the rest of the season. What, you were gonna give him to some other animal group? Psh!"

"You don't even have the means to take care of him, Vivi," Chef finally responded, finding a good spot for his argument. "How the hell will you take care of a snake on this island?"

"I won't," she told him simply. "You will."

"Oh?" He asked. "And why the heck would I take care of your snake, Vivi?"

"What, did you just grab all these snakes out of the woods or something, Chef?" The rocker then challenged. "I bet you didn't. If you ask me, I think you had a big ol' spot for them to hang out."

Chef Hatchet was silent at Vivi's line of questioning, mostly because the rocker girl was right.

"So," she finished, "Why not get that setup ready again, and let my pal live there until this thing's over and he can come back home with yours truly?"

"Oh, fine," Chef told her after a few moments of thought. "It's not like there's any skin off my back. You wanna keep the thing? Fine."

Vivi's tight, aggressive stare instantly dropped into a happy smile. "Oh, you hear that, Little Chris McLean?" She asked as she removed the creature from around her neck, and held its head right up to her face. "You're coming home with me, big guy! Oh, you're totally going on tour with me when we get home! Yes you are!"

As Vivi talked to her new serpentine pet like a mother would her child, Chef turned and continued cutting onions for the camper's dinner, lightly shaking his head, an amused smile on his face.

'Another challenge done,' David thought to himself as he ran along the beach of Wawanakwa. 'And that means another person's gonna have to go.'

Wiping sweat from his brow, the chef continued his internal monologue. 'But, who should it be?' He asked himself. 'Some people are saying John. I wouldn't mind that, myself. I like the dude, but he's pretty sneaky.'

'Liana is always a threat,' he mentally continued. 'I mean, she's smart, she's done pretty well in all the challenges so far, and she's so unpredictable.'

'Is it time to take that shot against Godfrey?' He finally asked himself. 'To be honest, I kinda don't believe that he's still here, with how he's playing and stuff. Could I get the numbers to get him out?' He then asked, wiping another bead of sweat off his brow. 'Maybe. Nine people, so that means I need five votes.'

'There's me. That's one. I can count on Neda, so there's two. Weenus?' He paused, unsure. 'I don't know. I'm pretty much done with The Agency, and Weenus said he's still on my side, but Godfrey's just so persuasive!'

Deciding to err on the side of caution, David crossed his buddy's name off his mental list. 'Liana. I feel like I could count on her vote. So, there's three. If I can get Liana, I think I can get Wind, too, since those two are so tight. Four. And-'

David suddenly came to a screeching halt, eyes wide in surprise. "Oh my god!" He suddenly shouted aloud. "That's it!"

Not even bothering to continue his run, David turned and ran towards the cabins.

Godfrey lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His thoughts were entirely centered on the game, and who should be leaving it.

Like a King lording over his fiefdom, Godfrey slowly weighed the pros and cons of all the participants left. As he was doing so, he was surprised out of his daydreaming as David burst in the door, sweaty and out of breath.

"Godfrey!" David shouted, hands on his knees.

Sitting up, Godfrey curiously asked, "What's up?"

David then held up a hand, to indicate he needed a second to catch his breath, "What, did you sprint all the way over here from the other side of the island or something, man?"

"What's going on here?" Weenus asked, popping up from behind David. "And why the heck are you so beat, David?"

"Need…..to….talk…." David gasped out as he flopped down on his bed.

"Well," Godfrey mused aloud, "It must be very serious if you're willing to hack up a lung over it."

Trying to be a little more helpful, Weenus went into, and a few moments later, emerged from the bathroom with a cup of water. "Here, dude," He said, handing the glass to David. "Get some agua in you."

Nodding profusely in thanks, David grabbed the water from Weenus and chugged it in a matter of a few gulps. Weenus grabbed the glass from David as the Newfie deeply inhaled and exhaled.

"Woah, thanks….." He breathed heavily. "I appreciate it, bro."

The stuntman grinned. "No prob, bro!"

"So, are you ready to share what's got you so wound up?"

At that, David wiped more sweat from his brow and looked at Godfrey. "I know who we need to get rid of tonight, man."

That line of conversation intrigued Godfrey to no end. "Oh?" He asked. "And, pray tell, who should that be, David?"

"It's gotta be Brooke, Godfrey!" David told him. "This is our shot, right now!"

At that particular name, Godfrey's brow furrowed in concentration. "Hmmm…."

"Hey, that's a good idea," Weenus suddenly interjected. "She's not safe! She didn't win immunity!"

"She isn't, and she didn't," Godfrey mumbled in agreement. "That's a great idea, David." He then praised the Chef, which made him grin victoriously.

"So that's it, then?" Weenus asked the two. "We're going for Brooke?"

"Well, let's look at the other side of this," Godfrey told the pair. "Just to look at this from all angles. I know that a few times, John has come out as a target. Do we have any reasons to target him over Brooke?"

David took a second to ponder this. "Well, if we targeted John, it's because we don't trust him," David responded. "We at least know about Brooke, and who she's targeting, and who she's working with. With John, all that isn't for certain. He's pretty wishy-washy."

"And, John lied, too," Weenus added. "He said he'd vote with us, but he lied. He voted to get Godfrey out. Brooke at least voted with us to keep you here, Godfrey."

"I'd say it was more so voting to get rid of Alessia than voting to keep me," Godfrey lightly chucked.

"Yeah….." David reluctantly agreed. "That's true, Colby." David then took on an indignant look. "But, we really do need to get Brooke out right now," he strongly said. "It may be now or never for the rest of the game, for all we know. She could win every challenge from now to the end, guys. She could become literally impossible to eliminate! You know what I mean?" He asked.

The two nodded at David's words. "Yeah, I do," Weenus responded. "She's pretty scary. Scarier than John, if you ask me."

Godfrey pursed his lips, obviously deep in thought. "It's an interesting situation," he finally said. "While I'd like both to go…." He trailed off.

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Confessional: Godfrey

"Of course I want Brooke to go," Godfrey flippantly told the confessional camera. "Not only is everything that David's said true, but in addition, I've also got a favor from John in my back pocket. I fully intend to utilize that before John takes that trip down the dock. But, for the time being," He smirked, "If I can plant those seeds regarding John in other people's minds, that means that they'll do the work for me."

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Out of the blue, Weenus began to laugh. "Wahahaha!"

The other two Agency members looked at him curiously. "What's got you so tickled, Weenus?" Godfrey asked, amusement clear in his voice.

"It's just how it's supposed to be around here!" He exclaimed. "The Agency's still here. We're rulin' the roost and running this show! It's just so cool!"

At that, David grinned too. "Yeah, it's hard to believe how far we've come." He then leveled a not-so-subtle look at Godfrey. "If only Apollo were still here."

"Sometimes we have to do things that hurt at the moment to benefit us in the long run, David," Godfrey told him, his voice even. "If Apollo didn't leave, who's to say that we'd be where we are right now?

"And who's to say that we wouldn't be where we are now with Apollo?" David shot right back.

"Well, how about this?" Weenus then suddenly asked. "Let's not decide right now. We have time to talk to other people and see where those votes will be falling. We can kinda test the waters, see where other people are at, and we can kinda go from there."

"No," Godfrey commanded, surprising the other two. "We're not letting other people dictate this game. We're doing that. Us three. I'm willing to talk to other people and see where the general population is leaning, but at the end of the day, we are the ones who'll decide who goes home. And that's not up for debate."

Seemingly oblivious to Godfrey's harsh tone, Weenus continued, "Hell yeah! I like the sound of that a lot! Us three, running this game to the very end! It's gonna be so epic!"

While Weenus was celebrating his alliance's good fortunes, Godfrey and David shared a fast look. For just a moment, their eyes locked with one another, and both were unnerved to find that they had hidden their true intentions.

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Confessional: Godfrey

"Well, it sure looks like David's gotten a grip on this game that we play," he mused. "I'd never have imagined the David from the start of this game giving me the level of pushback that I've been getting as of late."

Godfrey's stare turned hard as iron. "If he keeps this up, he's gonna be next."

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Confessional: David

"Well, I think that I'm finally losing Godfrey," David told the confessional. "He seems to be trusting me a little bit less and less. Godfrey's still one of the biggest power players left on the island," David spoke to himself aloud. Suddenly, his eyes widened in realization.

"Do I even want to take out Brooke now?" He asked no one in particular. "If I keep her, maybe she and I can work together more to target Godfrey. I mean, Alessia's gone. But then can we rely on Liana?"

David held his head in his hands frustratedly. "Aargh!" He groaned. "This game is too much!"

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"That was so awesome, Wind!" Liana cheered as the two girls made their way into the girl's cabin.

Wind blushed at the praise. "Oh, it's not that impressive," she tried to brush off. "It is not like any of the competitions that Brooke won. That was just so happening to be a close call that I was on the right side of."

Liana heartily laughed as she flopped down onto her bed. "Don't be so modest!" She told the hippy. "You won an immunity challenge! Heck, you're literally one of the two people on this island who can say you've won an immunity challenge, Wind. Take pride in it!"

Wind impishly grinned. "That does technically mean that I am a competition beast. I hope you aren't too afraid of me."

Liana laughed again. "You've won more competitions than I have, Wind. You're very scary on that front."

At her joke, both Liana and Wind broke into another fit of giggles.

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Confessional: Liana

"I'm taking it pretty casually here with Wind," Liana explained to the camera. "Wind just won a challenge, that's pretty impressive. I'm thinking about who should be leaving tonight, of course, but I know that Wind doesn't particularly like talking about people leaving the game, so I'm just gonna keep that to myself. I don't feel like raining on her parade."

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"Who are you voting for at the elimination ceremony tonight, Liana?" Wind suddenly asked. Liana's eyes widened in surprise, obviously not expecting this particular line of questioning, least of all from Wind.

"What makes you ask that?" Liana asked, sitting up from her flat-backed position, and onto a cross-legged spot on her bed. "You're not the one who usually asks those kinds of questions, Wind."

Wind looked guilty at that comment from Liana. "I know that I'm not usually, but I know that you are. I voted with you last time, and I figure that I will vote with you this time as well. We're allies, and I was just wondering your thoughts." Wind then gave Liana another sly smile. "After all, you are the brains, and I am the brawn of our alliance."

The two girls laughed hard once again at that, before settling into another comfortable silence, Liana taking a few moments to think.

"I haven't given it much thought," Liana fully admitted. "I'm…kinda flying by the seat of my pants at this point. After that last vote, I'm just playing a lot of things by ear."

"You mean Alessia leaving over Godfrey?" Wind asked, to which Liana confirmed with a nod. "Yes, that was not exactly fortunate."

"You have that right," Liana grumbled. "So, I'm just pulling myself back from the game right now. I'm trying to re-evaluate everything, and just see if I can make something work because really, nothing has for me."

"Well, that is good," Wind said with a nod. "I think that it's important to be able to take a step back and look at what is going wrong, and seeing how you can fix it."

'Considering how far we are in the game, fixing it may not even be possible anymore,' Liana thought depressedly. 'But, it can't hurt to try.'

As the two chatted, there was a sudden knock on the door to their cabin. Curious, Wind quickly made her way towards the door and opened it, and was rather surprised to see who it was.

"Oh! Hello, John," she greeted. "How are you doing?"

The artist, standing on their porch with a hand in his coat pocket, shrugged. "Not awesome."

Wind looked worried. "Oh dear. Is everything all right?"

"Not really. I was hoping I could talk to you about that," he told her, as Liana also stepped into the doorway.

"Oh, John," she said with mild surprise. "This is a surprise."

"Like I told Wind, I'd like to talk to you two, if it's not much of a bother." He asked. The girls didn't even have to look at one another, both stepping back and opening the door wider so the artist could enter.

As John stepped into the girl's cabin, he quickly began looking around the room, scanning it with an eye for detail that only an artist would have.

"Looking for something?" Liana asked, amused at John's rapid movements of his head.

After a few moments, he shrugged. "Not really. I was expecting the girl's cabin to have more pink and flowers. This is basically a nicer version of the guys' cabin."

"Pink and flowers?" Liana slowly repeated, sounding wholly unimpressed.

"What, did that not get you?" The artist asked, an innocent smile on his face.

"Don't quit your day job, Lane," Liana dryly told him, which made Wind giggle. As John continued his visual sweep, he noticed a picture on the nightstand and quickly went over to grab it.

"I'm assuming that this is the fabled Alison that I've heard so much about, Liana?" He asked.

"You're right on that front," Liana confirmed. After a few more seconds of silence, John set the picture back down on the nightstand. "You know John, small talk isn't your strong suit."

The artist smirked at the comment. "I figured that the two of you would appreciate the preamble a little bit, so you don't feel pitched to like I'm a traveling encyclopedia salesman."

"Please, John," Wind decided to add in, an amused lilt in her voice at John's description of himself, "Let us know what you want to talk about."

"Well, since you asked nicely," he joked, before continuing, "Who're you two voting for tonight?"

Liana chuckled at that. "Funny, me and Wind were just talking about that."

"Perfect!" John called, his voice oozing false enthusiasm as he sat down in an empty bed, sitting across from Wind and Liana. "Then we can all talk about this together."

"Are you worried about the vote, John?" Wind asked curiously.

"Considering that I've been told by a few people that I'm in the line of fire for this one, and could maybe end up leaving, I'd say that yeah, I'm pretty worried," he told her back.

Wind seemed surprised. "You're at risk?" She asked, sounding shocked. "Why you?" She then asked the artist.

He shrugged. "I voted to eliminate Godfrey last time, despite saying that I'd help out to get rid of Alessia. I've been caught and they want to punish me for my deception."

Now, Wind seemed confused. "Wait, we all voted to get rid of Godfrey," the hippy suddenly remarked. "Why are you the one that is being targeted, John?"

Now, Liana stepped in, her mind beginning to whir and hum like a machine. "Because…..he's the wild card," she said with a dawning realization.

"Yup," John nodded in confirmation. "Pretty much what Godfrey told me."

Wind looked lost. "What do you mean by the wild card, Liana?"

For a moment, Liana smiled warmly at the hapless hippy. 'She's so innocent in this,' Liana thought to herself. 'I envy that sometimes. Not having a brain hard-wired for this.'

As Liana internally talked to herself, John decided to step in to explain. "Since I lied about my vote, that makes me untrustworthy. Liana was very adamant about voting for Godfrey, and everyone knew that was her plan. It was expected. So, even though they knew Liana didn't vote with them, the fact that they did know is more important than who they voted for. Since I was angling to go with both sides and got caught, I'm now seen as an untrustworthy liar who needs to go by both."

Liana nodded in confirmation. "I couldn't have explained it better."

"So, why did you lie?" Wind asked. "Why not just say that you'd vote with us?"

At that, John laughed. "Because telling the truth wouldn't benefit my game."

Wind sighed sadly. "All this lying…."

"For a million bucks, I'm willing to do what I gotta do," John defended himself, before quickly trying to move the conversation away from his negative transgressions. "So, I'm here to beg and beseech that you don't vote me out of here tonight. I'll beg, grovel, bow, and say please if needed."

Wind smiled at the artist. "Oh, I certainly won't vote against you!" She happily exclaimed. "You've been a good friend to me, John. This island would be much less happy with you on it."

As the two looked at Liana for her thoughts, John was discouraged by the fact that her arms were crossed, and her face was impassive and deep in thought.

"That's a suspicious amount of time to tell me that I'm okay, Liana," John shot at her, hiding his nervousness behind sarcasm. "Do you want me gone too?"

"...I don't know," Liana said after a few moments. "They all raised a good point. Who's to say that you don't ride the fence and betray us down the line, John?"

"I'll swear on my mom and dad if I have to," John lamely replied.

Liana looked very unamused. "That's the worst pitch I've heard so far in this game," she shot at him.

"Liana, why not help John?" Wind interjected. "He's been helpful to us in the past. And he did vote with us in the end, even if it didn't work."

John smiled at Wind, silently thanking her for sticking up for him. "See?" He asked the gambler. "I'm on your guys' side."

Liana was silent for a few more seconds after that, still in thought, before finally speaking. "...I'll consider it, John." She finally told him. "You did indeed vote with us, and that does count for something. But whether you were voting with us, or voting for yourself, remains to be seen."

John nodded. "That's fair. Give it some thought. But, deep down, do I really threaten you the most? Think of all the people who are still here. Do you really wanna waste time with me?" He asked.

Liana was silent once again, before standing. "I need to think. I'm going out."

And with that, Liana was out the door and gone.

A few moments after the gambler left, John sighed loudly and flopped down on the bed he was on. "That's…..not ideal."

As John lay flat on his back, staring up at the top bunk, he felt pressure on the bed next to him, and something light and soft grab his hand. Looking to his left, he saw Wind sitting next to him, a smile on her face, their hands interlocked. "I think that it will work out for you, John!" She smiled at him.

He humorlessly laughed. "Ha. I wish I had the confidence in myself that you seem to have in me, Wind. I'm thinking that ol' John Lane's time here is numbered."

"If you think it, then it shall come true," Wind told him. "You still have a chance. I think you were right in thinking that there were other, bigger targets here other than yourself."

"You won immunity, Wind," John told her. "You're safe, remember?"

Wind laughed at that, using her free hand to cover her mouth. "Don't be silly!" After a few more seconds of laughter, Wind then told him, "You have to put the work in, John. Things may be bad right now, but I do think that this is not the end for you. Just think about it. Who else do you think you could get people to think about?"

John was silent, still staring at the bunk above, as he slowly went over the names in his mind.

At one name, however, his eyes went wide, and he shot up, surprising Wind.

"We need to find Liana, right now," John told the hippy, a very uncharacteristic seriousness in his voice. "I know who we need to target."

"I mean, of course, it's super warm," Neda excitedly said, "But I was used to it!" She then laughed. "Even after all this time, I'm still not super great with the cold."

Brooke snorted. "Have you considered going and living in Arizona or somewhere?" She amusedly asked. "It's pretty warm down in the Southwest."

Neda laughed at that. "I dunno, Brooke, trust me when I say that summers in the Middle East can be pretty brutal."

"And trust me when I say that I've been to Phoenix in August," Vivi interjected, "And that it freaking sucks ass. I thought I was gonna melt."

"That's what happens when you wear leather and all-black down there, Vivi," Brooke chuckled. "You're kinda asking for it then."

"Yeah, I didn't have any black in my wardrobe 'till I moved to Toronto," Neda added in.

"I am who I am," Vivi dramatically said. "I'll suffer for my art."

The three girls laughed and dug back into their dinner; chicken breasts for Brooke, pizza for Vivi, and a regular salad for Neda.

"It was a nice surprise that you joined us, Vivi," Neda admitted. "I wasn't expecting it."

The rocker shrugged as she took another bite of her slice. "I'm feeling particularly social right now," she said, still chewing. "Sue me."

"I would have thought that you had too high of an opinion of yourself to lower your standards to dine with us," Brooke playfully mocked the rocker.

Vivi's eyes flashed with mirth. "I don't normally hang out with losers, but I couldn't find Wind, so you had to do, Brooke."

The three girls burst into laughter once again. "Alright, dammit, that's a good one," Brooke conceded good-naturedly.

Wanting to steer the conversation in a different direction, Neda then said, "It's crazy that Wind won the challenge. It's not like I was gonna vote for her, but…"

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Confessional: Neda

"This is one of the trickiest parts of the game for me," Neda admitted. "I wanna get to the game talk, and see where the votes will fall, but I can't look like I'm too eager to at the same time, because that will just make the others sketched out, and blow my cover."

She groaned good-naturedly. "Just one of the tribulations of the game, I suppose! No one said it'd be easy."

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"Yeah, I'll say, Wind winning was a shocker," Vivi agreed. "Strange to think about. I mean, you've won basically everything, Brooke."

The athlete shrugged as she cut up another piece of chicken. "It sucks, but I can't win 'em all. No use crying about it." Popping the piece of chicken into her mouth, Brooke then asked, "And speaking of the challenge, where's your little pal?"

Vivi grinned at that. "Little Chris McLean is safe with Chef. After the season's over, he's coming home with me."

"That's so cool," Neda gushed. "You're so lucky to have gotten a little pet like that!" She then grimaced. "And all I got was covered in bugs," She said with an involuntary shiver.

"Heya, girls!" The three turned towards the door to the mess hall and were surprised to see David coming in, his ever-present smile on his face. "What's up?"

"Heya, David!" Neda cheerfully replied. "Just talking about the challenge and stuff."

"Yeah, nothing major," Vivi echoed.

"What's up with you?" Brooke then asked as David took a seat at their table.

David looked bashful. "Well, between you guys and me," he conspiratorially whispered as he leaned in, "I'm trying to parse out how people are voting tonight."

"I'm voting for John," Brooke announced. "I don't trust him. I think he's shifty and needs to go."

Vivi shrugged. "I like John, but I was leaning towards him too. Someone's gotta go, and, shoot, better him than me."

"What were you thinking, David?" Neda curiously asked the Newfie, trying to gauge his reaction.

"I was thinking John too," he answered. "I talked with Weenus and Godfrey about it, and they seemed like John was the way to go too."

Brooke clapped her hands together. "Then it's done. Cool!" She happily remarked, before taking another bite of her dinner.

"Sick!" David remarked. "Then I guess that's that!" As he got up to leave, he then asked, "Neda, are you done eating?"

"Uh, I guess I am," Neda confusedly answered. "Why?"

"I was hoping you'd come with me for a minute!" David grinned. "I wanted your opinion on something."

"Oh! Um, sure," She flusteredly answered. "I can come with." Neda then turned to Brooke. "Brooke, would you take my plate?"

The athlete said nothing as she chewed on her dinner, just giving Neda a nod of confirmation.

"Thanks! I owe you!" Neda cheerily called as she and David left the mess hall.

As the pair departed, Brooke finished chewing her bite and swallowed, and then asked Vivi, "I know that you and John are pretty close. Him going doesn't bother you?"

"Hell no," Vivi roughly answered. "I get along with John, but his dumb ass did this to himself. He's bad luck right now, and if the others wanna cut his ass? I'll say Bon Voyage and wave him off the island. Just like you with Ji," She finished with a grin.

Brooke groaned. "Ugh! Thanks for reminding me of her," The athlete complained.

"No prob," Vivi smugly told her. "I hope John's elimination isn't nearly as rough."

"Yeah, hopefully, it's not too bad on him," Brooke agreed. "He's just been outplayed; he's not a crappy person like Ji was."

"But if it's the way it is, then better him than us," Vivi said, raising her glass of water.

Brooke did the same and clinked her glass with Vivi's. "Better him than us."

"So, what's up, David?" Neda asked, curiosity clear in her voice.

As they walked down the pier, David said nothing, instead opting to stare at the sky for a few moments. It was fast turning from orange to purple, and the calming sound of the water lapping against the sand filled their ears.

"I just wanted to talk about the vote a little more," the chef revealed. "You're my friend, and we're in an alliance, so I just wanted to run some of my thoughts by you."

"But Brooke is in our alliance too," Neda responded, confused. "Why not have her come with?"

David looked around, seeing if anyone else was around and listening. Seeing no one, he then told the Iranian girl, "Because I wanna take out Brooke tonight, Neda."

Neda looked surprised. "But, you said John," She told him. "Why Brooke now?"

"Well, I wasn't gonna tell Brooke I'm coming for her," David chuckled. "So, I had to lie. But, I really think we need to get Brooke out now, Neda. I trust you enough to ask for your help in this."

Neda's face scrunched in thought. "Well, she is vulnerable tonight," She mused to herself quietly.

"Exactly!" David excitedly said. "We have a shot right now. Godfrey and Weenus weren't totally sure, but I think that we need to make this move while we have a chance," he argued. "What happens if we don't do this now?" He then asked aloud. "She could win every single competition from now 'till the end of the game! We can't let that happen."

Neda nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I agree," she told him. "I love Brooke, but I think that you're right, David. Brooke is a comp beast, and we can't stack up. I think she's too dangerous to leave in the game. Even if John is dangerous too, in his own way."

David sighed, relief clear. "I'm glad that you agree, Neda," he gratefully told the superfan. "I feel really strongly about this, and you know how Godfrey is," he sighed.

Neda couldn't help but laugh. "Godfrey sure is something, I can say that."

"That he is," David tiredly agreed. "But, you'll vote with me against Brooke tonight?" He then asked again.

"For sure!" Neda told him, a smile on her face. "I'm on your side."

"God, thanks again!" David thanked the superfan. "You're the best, Neda!"

Neda smiled at him. "No problem, David."

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Confessional: Neda

"Interesting," Neda mused to herself from the confessional. "It looks like little ol' me is in quite the spot here. I can either, A, go with David, and take out a big threat in Brooke, or B, go against David, and get another big threat in John out."

She then took on a mischievous grin. "Or, I can also rat David out to Godfrey, and see if I can get David off this island too." She laughs. "I have a real choice to make here! God, this is so much fun!"

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"Hello once again, campers!" Chris greeted as he made his way up to the campfire pit, his ever-shrinking plate of marshmallows accompanying him. "How're we doing tonight?"

Various answers of "okay" and "fine" were his answers, so he pressed on. "After tonight's elimination, we'll be officially halfway through this thing," He told them. "Godfrey, what's it like to be halfway through this game?"

"I don't even see it as halfway," Godfrey confidently told the host. "I see it as beginning and end. And all the stuff in between is work to be done. So I'm looking at the second half of this exactly the same as the first."

"Interesting," Chris nodded, before turning to another camper. "And what about you, Neda?"

"It's so amazing!" The superfan excitedly squealed. "I never thought I'd ever make it this far. So to imagine actually making it halfway through, it's just unreal. It's hard because I do miss my family a ton, but I know that I'll be seeing them soon, so I just gotta keep going."

"Yes, I bet you're all missing your families right now," Chris agreed. "So, David, on that, how did it feel to hear from your mom during today's challenge?"

David immediately grew slightly emotional. "Oh my god, Chris," he breathed, "It was so amazing. This is the longest I've ever gone without talking to her or anything, so it's been weird for me, but hearing her voice, and knowing that she's okay and that she's still out there, it meant a whole lot."

"I bet it did," Chris nodded. "And David was one of the lucky few to get a reward during 100 Minutes of Heaven and Hell, along with Brooke and Vivi." He then looked at the pair of girls. "How were your rewards?"

"Hey, I got 5 G's," Vivi said nonchalantly. "I'm not gonna bitch about it."

"I would have preferred the money," Brooke groused, "But if it's between getting covered in bugs or water, or Chef feeding me grapes, I'll take the grapes."

Chris laughed heartily at Brooke's comment. "I'm not sure that Chef agrees with that, but at least you think so, Brooke."

He then looked at Wind. "And we can't talk about the challenge without talking about our surprise winner, Wind! Wind, how'd it feel to win a challenge?" He asked the hippy.

"It was very much so a shock," She answered evenly, "but it was very exciting. Getting to say that I have won a challenge on this show is a remarkable highlight."

"Congratulations again on the win again, Wind," Chris told her. "You definitely earned it. That Water Torture was no joke."

Switching gears, he then announced, "Well, I think that there's been enough talk. So, let's get to our next elimination now." The host then reached down and grabbed his plate of marshmallows. "You all know how this goes. So, here we go."

Grabbing a marshmallow off of his plate, he eyed the nine remaining campers. "Our first marshmallow is going to…..Wind, obviously!"

The hippy caught her treat and, as was her tradition, tossed it into the flames of the fire.

"And our second marshmallow goes to….Godfrey!"

The charmer caught his treat and tossed it into his mouth as Chris picked up the third marshmallow. "Marshmallow three belongs to…..

.

….David!"

"Yes!" The Newfie quietly cheered as he ate his treat.

"Who's going home?" He picked up the marshmallow. "Well, it's not Neda!"

The superfan exhaled relieved as she caught and tossed her treat into the fire.

"The next safe camper is…

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…Vivi!"

The rocker wordlessly smirked, and tossed her marshmallow into her mouth, while Chris continued, "And our next safe camper is….

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…Weenus!"

"That's what's up!" Weenus laughed as he caught and ate his marshmallow as well.

"There's three of you left, and only two marshmallows," Chris announced. "And, our penultimately safe camper is…..

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….Liana!"

The gambler sighed and caught her treat, also eating it.

"And then there were two," Chris told John and Brooke. "One of you two is about to leave the game. And, the person who is receiving the last marshmallow is…

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…..John!"

The artist sighed in thinly veiled relief as he caught the last marshmallow of the day.

"Sorry, Brooke, but you're eliminated."

"Damn," Brooke bitterly mumbled. "I guess you guys got me. Good job." Brooke stood to make her way towards the Dock of Shame, but she was stopped by Chris. "It's been really fun, everyone. Good luck."

"Ah ah ah, Brooke!" He tauntingly told her. "I'm gonna need you to stop right there."

Confusion hung over the campfire pit like a snug blanket. "Brooke, while it's true that you've been eliminated from the game, that doesn't mean you're out of the game!"

Everyone looked shocked as Chris laughed. "That's right! Welcome to our final, and biggest twist of the season, everyone!" He then turned and faced Brooke. "Brooke, normally, what has happened is that the Boat of Losers would take you to the mainland, where you'd be then taken to the airport, and flown home," The host eagerly explained. "But, not this time! No, this time, you're getting on the Boat of Losers, where you will be taken to Playa Des Losers, a nearby luxury resort, where you will spend the rest of the game, cut off from the outside world."

"And the reason for this is that you, Brooke, are the first member of the Total Drama Island: Rewritten Jury!"

A shocked silence hung over the campfire.

"That's right!" Chris confirmed. "Brooke is the first member of our Jury of Seven this year. There are now eight of you left; over the next six eliminations, you will all be taken to Playa Des Losers, where you will join your fellow jurors, and you all can decompress and discuss the game and how it went. And, on our finale night, we will all gather at Playa Des Losers, where our Jury of Seven will cast their votes to determine the winner of the game!"

Chris then turned and looked at Brooke. "So, Brooke, you'll still be boarding the Boat of Losers, but enjoy the five-star resort that our jury house will be! And you'll play a pivotal role as one of our seven jurors. If you have any other questions, the staff will answer them. So, go get a move on!"

Still surprised, Brooke quickly made her way towards the dock and boarded the old boat, which quickly puttered to life, and took off for the next, and final, phase of the game.

"And with that, our elimination has concluded, and you're all free to go," Chris told his shell-shocked campers, who obliged, and quickly dispersed from the campfire pit.

As the host was left alone, he turned and faced the camera. "Was that wild, or what?!" He excitedly asked. "How about a twist for the ages! Just like our friends at CBS, we're doing a jury! What's gonna happen next? Who will become our second juror? And who's gonna be able to sway that jury to give them a million dollars? Well, you'll find out right here, on…

TOTAL!

DRAMA!

ISLAND: REWRITTEN!"

As Brooke stepped off the boat, she looked up at the gorgeous architecture that greeted her. The resort stood high in the sky, up a short, winding stairway that she had to walk up. Quickly making her way up, she looked around and grinned widely to herself.

The poolfront area in front of her was huge. To her right, she saw a path that led into the wilderness; one for those who liked their runs through the woods. And to her right, she nearly gasped, when she saw the huge pool that was in front of her. In the center of the pool was a small, circular, wooden hut, which, on closer inspection, could be seen to have a counter all the way around, as well as two windows, and even a few seats bolted to the bottom of the pool. Various drinks could be seen on the shelves inside the pool, was a small, illuminated hot tub, its bubbles thrumming.

Directly in front of Brooke was the entrance to the resort, which was laid out by a literal red carpet leading into a pair of huge double doors. Shrugging, Brooke followed the carpet into the hotel. Seeing the place to be empty, but spacious, well-decorated, and well-illuminated, she looked to her left to spy the counter. However, there wasn't anyone there to greet her, instead, just a key card, which rested on top of a slip of paper. Grabbing the key card, she read the note, which had her name, as well as a room number, and a guarantee that her luggage would be arriving shortly.

Quickly and easily taking the elevator, she found her room on the third floor. Entering her card, the door easily opened, and Brooke stepped into her new home for the rest of the game.

Her room had a beautiful view of the lake, which reflected the moon, which shone high above, and featured a balcony to step out onto to take in the sight better.

But what Brooke was more interested in at the moment was the huge, extremely comfortable-looking bed that was in front of her. Quickly flopping down into it, she sighed contentedly as she shut her eyes.

"Yeah, this'll work."

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Confessional: Brooke

Brooke sits in her room, her hair wet, indicating that she had just taken a shower. From behind, one could see the view of the lake, which still was black, with the moon shining brightly above, and reflecting on its rolling surface.

"It really sucks," She told the camera that was left on her counter. "I mean, as awesome as this place is, I'd easily rather be back on Wawanakwa, playing the game. That's why I came on this show; to play the game and win."

She leans back in the chair she's sitting in. "But, that's over, unfortunately. And I have a new job, and that's to figure out who wins this game."

She smirks at the camera and folds her arms. "It's gonna be an interesting few weeks, that's for sure."

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Confessional Votes

Brooke: "Well, it sounds to me like the plan's John. I'm not gonna argue, I'm just gonna go with it. I vote to eliminate John."

Neda: "After considering my options, I do think that David's right. I think Brooke is the most dangerous person here, and I can't let this opportunity go. I vote to eliminate Brooke. Sorry, girl!"

Weenus: "David was on the ball, man. Brooke's scary. She's cool, but I gotta vote to eliminate her."

John: "Realizing that Brooke was available as a target was my saving grace. I'm not gonna pull some nonsense this time. I'm voting out Brooke."

Vivi: "David said that ol' Johnny was the target. And as long as it's not me, I don't care. Peace, John. Let's hang out on the outside."

Godfrey: "I was always going to vote to eliminate Brooke. I completely agree with David, we have to take our shot against Brooke while we can. Plus, John still owes me a favor, and he's not leaving until I can collect."

Wind: "When John said that Brooke needed to go, it made all the sense to me. As much as I don't like seeing people leave, this time it shall be Brooke."

David: "I think I've gotten this to work. I think I have the votes. But, that's just what I think. So, I vote to eliminate Brooke, and hope that everyone else does too."

Liana: "Good logic is good logic, and John had good logic. I'm voting to eliminate Brooke."

Woah boy, do we have a lot to unpack!

First off, JURY! Yeah, if you know me, this shouldn't be THAT big of a surprise. You know that I love Survivor and Big Brother, why wouldn't I use the Jury? But, now we're at the jury phase, and the whole game undertakes a seismic shift. I've got a lot planned, and I'm so excited to share it with you all!

And Brooke leaves! Honestly, this is the elimination where I really realize that things are getting serious. Brooke's been a big character throughout the whole story, and her leaving means that we're getting down to the nitty-gritty. And I can't wait!

As for Brooke herself, I was very happy with how she turned out this story. Fiery, competitive, but still a nice girl overall. Just won too many challenges. As one of my favorite Big Brother Canada players said, The more you win early, the more you have to win late. And unfortunately for Brooke, other people realized this and saw an opportunity that may not have came again.

Also on Brooke, I myself am not a hemophiliac, but I did a ton of research to make sure that I portrayed her condition accurately. I hope that it came across as such; I put in a lot of effort to make sure I didn't do anyone who may have this disorder a disservice.

And on that, I think we're about done here! Thanks as always for reading, and see you next time as we get even closer to finale night!