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autisticlalna · 4 years ago

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Shatter

YEP ITS ANOTHER DREAMOUT FIC i actually posted this on ao3 earlier but didnt want to put it on tumblr yet because i hate having to reformat everything for tumblr. hellsite.

techno and dream have a fun duel where nothing bad happens! or, well, permanently bad. consequences are a myth. inspired by SAD-ist’s incredible animation and @/iskall-ium’s incredible fanart!

i recommend you read the ao3 version because it has a fun formatting thing i cant do on tumblr. at least scroll through it or smth.

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Right. Okay. Dream inhaled, exhaled, looked over his tools. Shield. Axe. Crossbow. Fishing rod. Diamond armor fastened over his hoodie and sweatpants. Across the way, he knew Technoblade was doing the same thing. If he looked nervous, it wasn’t like anyone would be able to tell; as usual, his porcelain mask obscured every fraction of emotion he could be displaying, and he kept his body language loose and casual as if this was just a friendly spar between buddies.

Which, okay, it was. It just also happened to have a huge reward on the line. No big.

We can do this, the mask’s wearer thought. Come on, we’re unstoppable! Unbeatable! What can Technoblade do that we can’t?

The pointed silence from the mask was filled with the enthusiastic announcer listing off Techno’s various accomplishments as he hyped up the crowd. Dream grimaced.

Okay. Well. …My bad.

It was too late to reconsider, anyway. There was no way he could turn this offer down, and they’d both already came all this way. He just needed to be at the top of his game, even if he wasn’t entirely in his element. All he needed to do was knock Techno down before Techno could knock him down.

It was hard. The two of them were evenly matched, sword and axe clashing, crowd cheering; Dream was getting winded, and he could only push himself so far for so long before it caught up to him. But… this was it. He’d never felt more alive. Both sides of him were working in unison to feint and swing and dodge; his axe felt like an extension of himself in his hands, his reflexes as razor-sharp as the weapon itself. The crowd screaming for him, for his victory, gave him the energy he needed to keep going.

First to six, the rules were. Best of ten. Dream just needed to take Techno down six times total, and that was game. Nevermind the nervous energy buzzing through him. The finals were closing in; he’d fought hard, but so had his opponent. Two more rounds, that’s all he needed. Two more rounds of surviving Techno and beating him down. He could do that. He’d been doing plenty of that, their back and forth tug-of-war only just starting to slip in Techno’s favour. He’d tied the score once already, he could keep up. Even if they tied again, he was still certain he could get the upper hand in a tiebreaker. He just needed to keep going.

Hurts, was the complaint before the start of Round 9. Dream pulled his hood up and tried to not think about it. It was true, though— he was getting worn down, and the healing wounds from the previous eight rounds still lingered. The organizers of the duel were kind enough to provide medical assistance after each bout, and these aches and pains wouldn’t stay for long, but it still tallied up. For a moment he wondered how Techno was faring, but a quick glance at the scoreboard reminded him that despite the five rounds’ worth of fading injuries he was still lugging around, he’d only taken Techno down a total of three.

Well, he was about to make it four.

One last check. Dream adjusted the straps on his armor, then after a moment made sure his mask was on tight too— he couldn’t afford it slipping off mid-battle. Axe was sharp, shield was at the ready, both of them comforting in his hands. “We can do this,” he said, even though there was a groan of protest underlying his words. Hm. Since when had they switched opinions on this? He cracked a grin at the comedy of it.

No time to think about it. The gate separating him from his opponent lowered block by block— three, two, one— and then Dream could see Techno standing on the other side of the arena. The two met each other’s gazes (as much as they could with one of them wearing a mask, anyway), exchanged a nod that said more than any words could, and then Dream’s axe was at the ready and Techno had his sword and the two of them flung into battle.

Parry, step, back up— Dream’s fought Techno enough times now to see his movements coming. The diamond sword swung wide, but any distance Dream put between them Techno closed. The first few moves were always the most stressful; either of them could get the upper hand, and the pig was pressing his attack and giving Dream no room to try anything

An opening— Techno jabbed forward. His blade didn’t cut into Dream’s side like he’d hoped, though, as the mask in a hoodie blocked it with his shield last-second. That mistake was all Dream needed. His ferocious grin was visible under his mask as he tilted his head back, and Techno flung himself away as the axe came down hard enough to crack the arena’s flooring. A miss! Well, at least they’d both made a mistake, and Techno’s sword was still firmly embedded in his shield—

Techno lunged forward. Dream raised his shield again on instinct, and his eyes widened behind the mask as Techno’s leg snapped up in a powerful kick that sent the sword spinning into the air. Dream barely had time to take that in before Techno swung around and drove that same foot into his gut. His startled wheeze was drowned out by the roar of the crowd as Techno swept his legs out from under him; he couldn’t make out the words the crowd was chanting, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it was something directed at Techno.

Uh oh! Techno catching his sword was visually impressive, but also horrible news. Dream grabbed his shield and sprang out of the way as the sequence of sword-swipes got uncomfortably close. He needed some distance. His health was getting worryingly low, and he wasn’t above playing the defensive game until he regenerated enough to dive back into the fray.

FISHING LINE! Techno whipped out his fishing rod and cast his line in a fluid motion. For a glorious moment, Dream thought he’d missed, but a quick glance dashed his hopes as he saw the hook catch on the baggy material of his hoodie. I told you the hoodie was a bad idea!

No room to shout back about it being his brand. Dream spun to try and dislodge the hook, but the fishing line coiled around him and he was helpless as Techno swung him up into the air. His shield clattered to the ground far below, and he stared at his empty hand in dismay before sparing a glance at the scene awaiting his landing.

Techno had him right where he wanted him. Dream fell as gravity caught up to him, and the pig charged to meet him with sword ready. With how ensnared he was, there was no way for Dream to escape his rapidly approaching fate. He just needs one more win! We’re done for!

No we’re not! He had one arm free, and that’s all he needed to whip out his axe and slice through his bonds. Gravity was working in his favour, now, as Dream was poised to bring his axe down with all his strength. The sight of Techno’s unshakable deadpan expression shifting just the slightest to show concern caused him to grin painfully wide, and even his opponent bracing himself behind Dream’s abandoned shield didn’t slow him down.

The shield cracked as Dream’s axe cut through it and into Techno’s leg. The pig grunted in pain, but wasn’t fast enough with his sword as Dream brought his axe down again. The crowd erupted into a mix of booming cheers and devastated yelling; the scoreboard ticked over to show 5 - 4, with Techno only one point in the lead now. Dream picked up his shield from where it had fallen and watched as it mended itself now that the round was over. Convenient.

Techno would be fine. Dream closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he was back in the prep room. People were waiting for him with questions and encouragement, and Dream deftly dodged them as he rummaged around for the medical supplies. Across the way, he knew Technoblade was doing the same thing.

He didn’t have long to recover. I’m tired. He was just gonna have to deal with that. All he had to do was outlast Technoblade. He’d been hyped up as the best, and he was going to prove it. If Techno got one more win, then it was over, so all Dream needed to do was make sure he did not get that win.

His hand still trembled as he bandaged it. Dream stared down at it, impassive, as he willed his body to keep working just a little longer. He was pushing the limits, he knew, he couldn’t ignore it, but if he could hold out just a little longer… He clenched his fist. “What was it you said, earlier? We can do this? We’re unbeatable?”

I want to sleep for a week.

Time’s up. He’s got his shield, he’s got his axe, and Dream’s out the door striding with purpose. One foot in front of the other. He picked up the pace, his walk turning into a run, and then Techno lunged at him and he was back in the fray.

He’d adjusted his loadout before the match, and the look of shock on Technoblade’s face was immensely satisfying as the axe he’d been brandishing was exchanged for a loaded crossbow. The arrow just barely nicked Techno, but it’d done its job of throwing him off his rhythm; the game had changed, and the tactics both of them had used last round weren’t going to work again. Dream ducked and weaved away from the flashing blade of Techno’s diamond sword; Techno was pushing him back again, but this time the masked combatant was able to put distance between them as he reloaded his crossbow. A risky move, sure, but he was gaining confidence.

Maybe too much confidence. Techno nocked an arrow and drew it back, and Dream had enough time to realize oh, crap, he has a bow too before blocking the arrow in the nick of time with his shield. What, had Techno forgotten he had it or something? Time to punish him for that mistake. He gripped the handle of his axe tight and swung; Techno’s sword lashed out to meet him.

The two weapons slipped past each other.

Dream’s mask split

down the middle

and Techno saw a pair of red eyes staring at him in fear and alarm from behind blonde bangs.

The two halves of the porcelain mask clattered to the arena ground. Techno’s crown followed right after. The crowd exploded in an uproar, and the man in the green hoodie stumbled woozily before raising a hand to press it against his face. His… bare face. His eyes widened in panic; there was a stinging line across his nose from where the tip of Techno’s blade had nicked him, but that wasn’t what he was focusing on right now.

What he was focusing on, Techno couldn’t tell. It clearly wasn’t the fight.

The maskless man’s eyes darted around from Techno to the shattered mask on the ground, to the axe in his hand, to the scoreboard, to the crowd. Oh, god, he was screwed. He wasn’t a fighter, he was a builder! What was he doing here?! What was he going to do?! He needed to end this fast. End the fight, and then figure out what to do next. Figure out what to do now that Dream—

Techno swung. The blonde launched himself back in an impressive flip; his muscles were screaming from strain, but the adrenaline kept him moving even as his consciousness wavered. His knees buckled as he landed, but somehow he stayed upright and floundered for a plan. Dream’s crossbow was still loaded. Hand-to-hand wasn’t his forte, but he could aim. Techno made an undignified yelp as he shot the sword out of his hand; the weapon landed point-first in the ground, and before Techno could even think of retrieving it he’d already pulled out Dream’s axe and was moving in for the swing.

It cracked into the ground. A miss! Techno had seen him move, had expected it, and before he could try again the pig had lasso’d the handle of the axe with his fishing line. With clean ease he flicked it up out of reach; red eyes tracked it arc through the air, and then Techno’s foot slammed into his gut with enough force to crack a rib and knock him prone.

Techno looked down at him. He looked up as the pig caught Dream’s axe— casual, collected, unaffected— and then swung.

The axe stopped millimeters from his neck. Techno cocked his head to one side as if surveying him. Anything either of them thought to say was drowned out by the score ticking up 6-4 and the explosion of sound from the crowd and announcers deafening them both; Techno’s smile was equal parts relieved and exhausted, and he mirrored the expression. Oh, yeah, he could definitely sleep for a week.

He grabbed the hand offered to him and let Techno haul him to his feet. There was yelling and cheering and questions, and he leaned on Techno and shielded his face the best he could with his arm. Thankfully the spotlight was on Techno, and so he was able to pull his hood down further and hide as much as possible before anyone started asking questions about the man behind the mask.

Speaking of. Techno tapped him on the arm, and he peered at the pig in a mix of curiosity and unease. In his hand was the mask— intact, mended from its break down the middle by whatever had been mending their weapons and armor, although the marker on it was a bit smudged. He took it and gave the other a grateful look, and that was the last anybody glimpsed of Brick’s face before he put Dream’s mask back on.

Oh, god, his head hurt. Every piece of him from head to toe felt sore and strained, and Dream struggled to settle in to a body that was completely and utterly done with what he’d just put it through. Okay, crowd’s cheering, though, that’s good. Did we win? He grabbed Techno’s wrist and held both their arms up, looked up at the fireworks bursting overhead in a shower of colourful sparks. No, seriously, what happened?

We lost, actually, Brick responded in a morose tone. Dream stopped. Can we go home?

Dream sputtered in shock. Sure enough, the scoreboard verified Brick’s claim. The crowd was cheering Techno’s name, and “quoting” Sun Tzu (Dream was pretty sure Sun Tzu had never said any of that), and all the noise was making his headache worse. Techno gave him a sideglance and Dream waved him off. What do you mean, we lost?! We— Urrggh— I can’t believe this—

Techno observed Dream grab his head, then groan in drawn-out agony as the adrenaline finally wore off and everything caught up to him. “You look like you need rest,” he said in a blunt tone. “You don’t look so good.”

Dream looked up at Techno and channeled as much incredulity into his body language as he could before his body— Brick’s body— finally decided it had enough and he collapsed. Techno looked down at the green heap of clothing, armor, and banged-up human at his feet, shrugged, and slung Dream over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before making his way to the exit.

With everything else that happened that day, Dream’s shattering ended up being just a footnote they all soon forgot.

#txt #dream smp #dreamout au #heeueuuughhhh #leo.txt #leo.rtf

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thecodekeeper · 4 years ago

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What do Teague's full duties as Keeper of the Code entail??

Welp, I wrote out a nice response to it and they tumblr was a dick. Anyway, I doubt you’ll see this since your on anon. But your question did lead me to consider what the political/economic situation is on Shipwreck.

So originally the Keeper was intended as the protector of the Codex. It was the second most powerful position in pirate government. As Keeper your job was to uphold the Codex as well as interpret it and make decisions based on said interpretation. This means Keepers were allowed to make judgements on punishments for violations of the Codex as well as for deciding whether action should be taken at all concerning threats such as rogue pirates. Originally this power was meant to be balanced by the Pirate King who could argue or veto a judicial ruling. Basically, the Pirate King and Keeper were meant to a.) share power and work together and b.) the brethren worked as a balance to their power as some decisions required their vote and they were welcome to raise concerns at any time.

Unfortunately for Teague’s stress levels, the brethren isn’t nearly as competent in person as they are on paper. Many, many decades went by without a Pirate King. As a result, Teague was forced to act as a surrogate without ever being challenged. While not a power-hungry man by any means there have been instances in his career when he took liberties with how a Keeper should conduct himself, not only by rallying fleets of pirates to take on threats from around the globe (eg. fighting battles without technically declaring war) he was also rarely challenged when it came to his decisions on how to treat/punish code breakers. I’d say Teague has an unusually large amount of power than most Keepers. Alongside his judicial responsibilities, he keeps the Codex physically safe and helps coordinate any trade/businesses that run within Shipwreck although I’d imagine he prefers to keep a more hands-off approach when it comes to brick and mortar taverns and so on within Shipwreck. He’s probably more involved with what comes in, and if anything goes out.

You’d have to ask @hangtherules how Elizabeth would manage power redistribution though.

There are no clear rules for how a Keeper should be brought in. While it was originally intended that the Pirate King would nominate someone, who must then receive a majority vote, this proved impossible without a Pirate King.

The current precedent seems to be that the current Keeper will choose his or her protege. The Teague’s are currently the only family to have held the position unintentionally leading to a nepotism precedent as well.

The Keeper Of The Codex is a lifetime position which can be forfeited at any time so long as someone else is there to take his place.

However, the Keeper can also be voted out so long as there is a majority vote within the Brethren. In the case of a deadlock vote, the Pirate King can act as the tiebreaker.

He is required to have lieutenants at all times in the case of death or harm that prevents him from carrying out his duties.

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The Keeper position functions much like a judgeship. He or she is meant to act as an impartial interpreter of the Codex. If the Codex is broken they are in charge of ruling on a person’s guilt as well as determining their punishment.

Because the Keeper is impartial they are not allowed to vote during any Brethren meetings.

If they held the position of Pirate Lord they must forfeit that as well.

Teague is the longest-serving Keeper to date.

Because there wasn’t a King he was forced to stretch the powers of his position, filling in as the unofficial leader until a Pirate King could be agreed on.

While not written into their law it is unspokenly agreed upon that the Keeper position (at least for the time being) is the second most powerful role in pirate government. If the Pirate King is incapacitated the Keeper may step in as their representative. However, it is unclear if this role gives them the power to declare war, negotiate peace, etc.

#anonymous.#⌈ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ⌋ ― (headcanon.)#anon

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ts-2020-olympics · 5 years ago

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EPISODE 1 - “My Legs Were Not Qwoperating” - Kathy (Part 2)

no. jk here.

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So, it’s morning. I look around at our camp, and see everyone is at work. Karen is painting their flag and using safety scissors to cut out Monty’s head, Kevin is chanting to himself in the corner, Stoner’s been asleep so we buried him in the sand up to his neck and then sculpted a sand castle around him. Tommy is just trying to make eye contact with anyone he can and so I’m...avoiding that. I’d say we are solid but that’s probably not the truth, and so that kind of stinks. I’m hoping the newbies really fuck up, and I know that’s harsh but...that’s showbiz, babe!! Speaking of newbies I still haven’t talked to a few of them. Emma like zoomed away the first day and I’ve given up on talking to her. Hope she goes first. That’s all I got for now, going to eat breakfast I will continue this rant later.

my truth is that i haven’t played an org game in so long i forgot i was playing and then remembered an hour ago and tried to do this wack qwop game hsksksj! my legs were not qwoperating

I see there's an arena going on! I might go there first if the rest of the team is okay with it - gives me a chance to scope things out and get a feel for the area. I'm excited!

WE WON THE FUCKING CHALLEEEENGE AAAAA NOT ONLY DID WE WIN BUT WE KILLT IT WE SCORED 12 AND EVERYONE ELSE GOT LIKE 8 AND 5 OHMYGOOOD IM NOT GONNA BE FIRST OUT YALL IM SHAKING I CANT BELIEVE GSJDKDVDSNDBWSKHSD okAy okay so thank god bc my tribe has like no drama so our vote would’ve been really difficult and that gives me more time to think about my possible advantage and the possible bonds here.

so while I am safe I still have to game a little bit and talk to the people I’ve been talking with who are going to tribal like Sammy and Jordan, funny enough who are on the same tribe.... maybe I can get them to protect each other..... hm

Well we lost because of technicalities, I choose to blame that. This tribe is apparently extremely quiet to each other, so the fact that I messaged everyone hello this morning, nearly 48 hours after the start, I am SOMEHOW one of the best social players here. Challenges are generally my strength, we got last in QWOP, so backup is social game in a social ORG. I can be in some danger here, but I think I have a TRusuT sclusTER to keep myself here. As is necessary. I don't care who goes, I have a preference, but I don't really want to set a goal right now. Flexibility is key.

I'm literally PISSED. I'm fuming right now, like wtf? OK so I haven't confessed anything yet because my tribe has been SO quiet. I've honestly talked a lot more to some of the people from ONE WORLD than I have from some of the people from my own tribe... and I'm not crazy okay? It's NOT my fault. I put in effort with these people... But some of these people are just DRY! Drier than the Sahara Desert! Drier than my chappy ass lips! They can't hold a conversation, and that's obnoxious. I'm not going to respond to you if your message has literally nothing in it worth responding to, that's why most of my messages will either have a follow-up question, or something actually of substance to comment on/reply to... YOU SHOULD DO THE SAME SO WE CAN ACTUALLY SPEAK AND MAINTAIN A CONSISTENT DIALOGUE!!!!!!! But NOOOOOOO, my tribe decides to not speak... MOVING ON! The only people I've had good conversations with really are Juls and Em, and lo and behold, Em does lit rally nothing in this challenge, which sucks because I'm afraid that may put a target on her back. But I'm not sure, I definitely will vote with her and I think Juls will too. I'll move onto that later but I wanna talk about why I'm fucking LIVID RIGHT NOW. I literally made SO many suggestions on how we could tweak who does what in this challenge, or what we do on certain parts. Now I'm going to admit a TINY bit of fault here, in that I didn't say my suggestions on the tribe flag. There are some things I think we could've done to make it better, but I love Juls, and everyone had already told her it was great, so I didn't wanna make her feel that I didn't like it or was over criticizing. So I didn't say anything. That was my bad. BUT EVERYTHING ELSE, LUV? I said We should guess lower than 610... Now granted my even 600 guess still would've been too low to win, BUT AT LEAST IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN OVERBOARD! HMPPHH!!!!! Or maybe we could've compromised on 605 if people hadnt IGNORED ME!!!! IDK!??!?!?! Further than that, I asked for different tweaking on the chant and nobody gave any suggestions. I'm not saying we would've won or anything had I taken the lead or that I was doing everything the right way, obviously I wasn't since my chant got 3rd, but what I'm saying is once it became obvious the challenge was going to be about group participation and suggestion, our tribe needed to unify. Everyone in the tribe needed to have a clearer vision and talk to eachother and actually put in the EFFORT that this stuff requires. Which I'm admitting my own error, in not doing that with the flag. But our tribe was just so quiet and silent before now, which sent me down a paranoid spiral, that I was super fucking worried about my place in the tribe or where things were heading. Now I realize I'm in a good position on the tribe for sure, it's just that our tribe is STRUGGLING. ON THE (Mr.) BRIGHTSIDE!!! We lost by a tiebreaker guess, and only by 4 points.... and I'm pretty close with Juls, and it seems like a target will probably fall pretty easily onto Billy. He had the worst QWOP score, described himself as arrogant in his own intro, and just seems.. critical of others. He gives off a strange vibe. If it's not him, I'm pretty sure it'd end up being Jacob or Em. I feel that me and Juls are safe which is all that I can hope for on a tribe this freaking tiny, I instantly connected with Juls over our love of anime, the fact her name is the same as Euphoria Jules, and other stuff. As far as One World goes, I honestly keep forgetting it exists. I haven't reached out to too many of the others but have talked back to those who talk to me and it's been generally decent. I get along well with other Jacob, the not pie one. Caeleb I already know from before this and so I feel like we'd def work together, and I get good vibes from a lot of these people like Eve, Nicole, Ben, etc. Honestly I'm just so frustrated right now because things have been quiet and nervous and I'm PARANOID, and my tribe was so close to winning but fucked it up over minor things we could've tweaked had we just tried a little harder and communicated a little more. ugh, this SUCKS. now my first legacy in Tumblr Survivor is a mediocre chant (i honestly really like it and i put a LOT OF THOUGHT INTO IT OKAY....) and a trip to tribal council *Sobs* Here's hoping things take a positive turn from here...? It could always be the Bronze before my Gold! ~Hamfisted olympics metaphor~

Love my tribe a lot! However, i still feel on the outside somewhat tho.... Idk this is a lot for me I just hope we win until a swap or whatever its called ahh

Alright, Darcy back here with yet another confessional! Here is a little update since I last posted confessional, mainly the biggest difference is now I have an ally formed with Ben. At least, I made a deal with Ben yesterday proposing just the generic looking after one another ordeal, then going to give it some time and maybe question Beck about forming an alliance, since I've been connecting with her even more past bit, but don't want to go too fast and end up asking half my tribe right away to work with me, as I don't want to be seen as playing hard out the gate and make myself a target. Meanwhile, I decided to give the Olympic Village searching a shot, but alas was no luck in the cafeteria cabinets, so will just have to try my luck again in the future rounds. Thinking of searching either the South or North end of Village next round, but we shall see. Anyways, I'm glad my tribe won Immunity, so don't have to go to tribal this round, and this Olympic Arena twist sounds great, essentially one person from each tribe goes to the Arena, I believe for the immune tribes just 1 person is selected to go to the Arena, and for the losing tribes, the two voted out go to arena, where the winner of the voted out people come back in the game, and loser is out of the game for good. Think I read that all right, but maybe won't hurt to give it another read to double check. For now though, I shall go, so will see you all with my next confessional.

Fuck having to go to tribal first. I don’t like having to send someone home when I don’t even really know who I’m playing with yet.

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Seems like Billy pulling the "I don't want to make any moves" to me was surprisingly bullshit. Who would've thunk. I think everyone is fine with voting out Billy here, I didn't really want to initially, but yeah, uh no. I could be in danger, but if everyone is honest here, I should be fine. Fingers crossed. "I'm either going to be first boot or win" - Pia Miranda

So, the first tribal is in a bit and we were almost sent there but managed to pull through in the tiebreaker! I hope that opens some of my tribemates eyes (lets be real, just Stoner who hasn’t been doing much of anything!) Being in One World but none of the newbies talking to me is still wild to me, half of them still haven’t even accepted my contact request. Yet they’re plenty active in the chat, so what gives? Anyway, I hope it’s just that they are intimidated by the very fact that I am beauty, and grace, and Miss United States. I hope we can win the next round, hopefully first or second place so we don’t have a close call again. We are trying to get Chris to go to the Arena so he can get us that 20% but he hasn’t answered so...what gives? On the alliance front I’m good with Kevin and Karen tribewise , the bigger picture is Kevin, Jacob and Sammy want to align and then we will have a bigger alliance that includes Beck, Juls and Eve. Eventually I might wanna break off and align with Jules and Eve, but having bigger targets around is essential. Anyway that’s all I got for now. I should start making video confessionals AS THINGS ARE HAPPENING. Ya know? Anyway toodles for now see ya next round. OH, and I’m hoping Jules and Jacob are safe this tribal :( love them and hope we can work together going forward.

Hiiii, arena results are about to come in so I'm just gonna drop a quickie confessional before that happens. I don't honestly remember how much I talked about the strategy and gameplay that was going on, so I'll give you a quick rebriefing of that. I'm really close with Juls. Em I like, but I want more out of her. Jacob is quiet, but inoffensive. Billy, I actually like him, but there are certain things about him that just.. Rub me (and others) a strange way and that's why we voted him out because certain things he did just didn't quite gel with the rest of the team. If he does return from the arena though, it's possibly I may vouch for him over Jacob because Jacob... HE JUST NEEDS TO TALK!!! But idk. One world still SUCKS and is dragging me through the MUD because nobody wants to do cross-tribe talking me included but that gets me paranoid as FUCK, luv. About the live tribal, it was fun! My camera angle was awkward and I was soo nervous though, but I think I was still able to hold it together relatively well, act normal, and give semi-decent answers. Will definitely be improving my live tribal performance for next time so I can be a bad ass bitch on call, it's GOING to happen... dskfdsf. I love Emma on call/video sooooo much, But on text she's kind of dry. Maybe I need to ask her if I can call her sometime, but I haven't done a call for a game like this in a looong time. I'm a bit nervous about that. But yeah. I'm looking forward to the game... The first tribal just makes everything real, and you realize, oh shit, we're playing Survivor. And I forgot how thrilling it was to play in a live, video environment like that, it just grips you and it feels so much more intense than when wiki results are just posted in chat and you don't have to deal with physically seeing the person you're voting out, talking to them with your actual voice, etc. All that stuff just makes the experience that much more realistic and it's so intense and fun. I'm ready to get this game on (Btw fuck the arena twist)

hey guys im really loving this game so far... keep up the good work!

i didn’t appreciate the attitude billy gave me whenever i tried to help the team out but! i’m willing to get over it because he is a nice guy. i feel fairly comfortable with my team and i’m just hoping we can avoid another tribal!

Hello! I can not believe I'm back for a 6th time on Tumblr Survivor this is so crazy! Especially for an Olympic season because I vowed to myself that I would never do a season again that was more than 20 people after being in Japan. Now that I'm back I'm ready to play, I haven't really came into this season with a strategy but if I did it would have changed because this is a One World season and now with the arena twist I'm sweating. One World makes the season super social (probably one of my least favorite twists) it's very easy for this season to let pre-mades and majorities take over just like that and let underdogs like me in this season to get taken out especially taken out early. So I have been social not only with me but a few people on different tribes but not too much. I don't want to seem like I'm playing too hard but I wanna build relationships before swaps happen so that people choose to ally with me (A WINNER) over a newbie or a returnee who hasn't won because I already have a big target on my back. With how the tribe divisions are it gives the newbies the biggest advantage with 15 newbies compared to 5 winners and 5 non-winner returnees, which isn't bad in a Fan vs. Favorite season because the ratio is even with returnees and newbies. However, now that I'm in the minority and also labeled a WINNER, I have to do damage control to lower my target but most importantly integrate with other people which is hard because I'm not the best social player and I know that's my weakness but I still have to attempt. In terms of my own tribe I'm closest to Kevin, when I talk to him we have a good conversation I probably already irritate him but I think out of everyone I can put my trust in him the most compared to everyone else. I think having one good ally is how I want to approach this season due to the arena twist I don't want to come across as running the tribe especially the winners tribe incase we do go to tribal because if I vote in the majority and that person stays they are immune and will be mad and spill the beans about the tribe, and I want that person to be the least mad at me so the focus is not on me. So having overall good vibes and 1 strong connection is a good strategy for the long term game. It might put me at risk for being voted out in the short term but I want to play the long-term game. Preferably if it is up to me I'd want Nicole to be the next closest to Kevin and myself without myself having to make an official deal with Nicole so I'm not seen as the ringleader. Kevin says he wants Stoner to be the first one voted out on our tribe but honestly I rather it be Karen. Stoner has the reputation keeps his target bigger than the rest and I think Karen has the better chance of flipping on the winners and succeeding than Stoner does. So my target is Karen if we do lose. I also believe that there may be an alliance with Nicole, Kevin, and Karen which I hope is not an actual alliance because that's bad news for me. I hope we don't go to tribal because I don't wanna go to a tribal with only 5 people. Wish me luck!

Whew it has been one round and i've fucked up so much its not even funny. its a little funny. anyways i start this game on a tribe of 5, i allign with connor who ive never played a game with and find some similar common ground, and with jacob who seems chill. we lose the first challenge sucks and all hell breaks loose, long story short fuck sammy. I'm trying to work my way back in caeleb and jacobs good graces. its gonna be a rocky road, but its one i've driven before

#zestypowerfuluniqueflavorfulhealthy #confessionals

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mars-the-4th-planet · 6 years ago

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The Trial of Roman Torchwick and Neopolitan (take three gdonamenenshetebd end me)

Neo and Roman were in a courtroom together, handcuffed and on podiums. One being pink, with Neo on it, and the other being blue with Roman. Roman was on the right side adjacent to the entrance, and Penny was also there to the left side of the entrance. (thanks to tumblr this is the third time I have had to explain this.)

Roman, noticing this arrangement, smirked and said "Looks like me and the gingerbread toaster are going to make an ice cream sandwich~" Which made one of the guards next to him giggle.

The judge slammed his gavel on the wood. "Silence, redheaded scum. It is time to begin your trial."

The judge was on the wall opposite to the entrance, on a huge jet black podium with real jet turbines sticking out the front. They were not functional anymore however.

Roman and Neo were each flanked by two guards, in full tactical armor and tasers. This is due to the fact that they had a history of escaping. Penny was deactivated, chained up in a ball, with her backpack full of swords removed. She was surrounded by a six-pack of guards welding spray cans full of robot deactivation dust. The cans were each labled "Sapper Spray: for naughty machinery!"

"Roman Torchwick, you are charged with Gangster Activity including robbery, snobbery, thieving, canieving, smuggling, juggling (without a license) assault, including using a flashy stun cane weapon on security guards and witnesses. How do you plead?" The judge asked in a stern voice.

Roman knew he was guilty, and he knew that the pair of juries knew he was guilty, and he knew there was no getting out of it. So he decided to mess with the judge. "I plead for you to [redacted] my [extra redacted], your glorious honor!"

This angered the judge. "So, you plead guilty then? Very well. Idiot. Next is you, Neopolitan. Since you are Romans wife, you are thereby charged with the same crimes as he is, as a wife is but an extension of the husband. And-"

"Hey wait! We are not married, do you see a ring on the finger?" Roman turned to the side and showed his middle finger to the judge. Which resulted in more guard giggling. The judge ignored him and continued.

"-since he has pleaded guilty through uncooperation, you are hereby found guilty of all of those as well. Wife, female parter, irrelevant. Same thing different name. In addition, you are charged with the murder of Jacques Schnee. I loved Schnee as a boy, I always looked up to him. And you killed him in cold blood. Why? Didnt you know he is a single father of three? How must his children feel?"

(his children felt pretty great actually. Weiss and Whitley were doing the crab rave dance, and even winter had joined in by doing the foxfaunus-trot. All of which to celebrate that their father who had pit them against one another was gone.)

"So how do you plead, Neopolitan?"

Neo mouthed something.

"Speak up."

Neo glared at him.

"She cant talk dumbass. I cant believe how often this is not immediately obvious to people..." Roman grumbled.

The judge pounded his gavel again with a responding boom. "Silence, redhead! No one asked your soulless mouth for an opinion."

"Fact, not opinion." Roman corrected.

The judge could do sign language, but Neo was handcuffed so it didnt matter. "You are also defaulted guilty due to uncooperation." The Judge added. The guards and jury chuckled.

The juries were in two groups. The Hexadon, which were sixteen peers with normal clothes, and the Octocourt, which were eighteen peers wearing purple octopus hats. It was time for each group to decide on a punishment as they had already reached a verdict and had gone through the evidence beforehand. Once both sides had decided on a sentence, the judge would choose between them. If they could not decide, the least popular option would be removed from the equation and the people who wanted it would have to switch to something else. Then that would be repeated until there was only one left. If they had a tie, for example eight in the Hexadon wanted one thing and the other eight wanted something else, the judge could be the tiebreaker.

"Juries of Vale, it is time to process the information available to decide on the sentences of these affirmed guilty criminals. We will take an hour for each group to discuss amoung themselves in private rooms seperately. Look at your cards to see the various options you may vote on. Ranging from five years to the death sentence and in between for these crimes." The Judge said, and pounded his gavel lightly. "Break court."

Normally voting for no punishment at all was also an option, but that was only if the accused pleaded not guilty.

I will of course skip to the results, as otherwise it would be pretty boring.

The Hexadon was highly concerned with lethality, and took respect in the fact that Roman Torchwick did not have any known cases of murder as he used a weapon that stunned and disoriented and weakened its targets rather than simply kill. You would have to shoot someone with aura or armor several times to kill them, and twice to kill a normal person. And Torchwick avoided doing this. So they only voted ten years for him. But they hated Neo for killing Jacques, such an important and "handsome" man, so they wanted a life sentence for her.

The Octocourt on the other hand, hated them both and thought that Roman was just trying to appeal to his fans by not killing people or being incompent and unable to be as lethal as he liked, so they wanted twenty-five years for him and forty for Neo. They thought Neo was essentially as bad as Roman, but more dangerous and letting her out earlier would be too risky. The Judge chose the sentences individually so he selected the ones that were harsher for both of them as he had a personal strong dislike for Roman and Neo. "Torchwick isnt even threatening, he should not have been a criminal in the first place." He was later quoted on.

However after Roman, Neo, and Penny were taken away, General Ironwood came in.

"Honorable Judge, where is Penny Polendina?" He asked, with a stern look at the judge who stared sternly back.

"She went rogue and was an accomplice in the murder of Jacques Schnee. She is to be disassembled post haste for the safety of the people."

Ironwood narrowed his eyes. "Penny did not even know that the killing had taken place. She is innocent. And her apparent workings with the criminals was all due to a plan to arrest them."

The judge pounded his gavel. "It has already been decided, and besides, you only want her free because you have grown attached to that robot."

General Ironwood placed his hand on his gun. "Not just me, but Atlas and the Huntsman and Huntress communities are very fond of Penny Polendina. She is an example of how one can create a powerful protector robot without it being a vicious or mindless killer. If you destroy my robot..."

"What?"

"Atlas will consider it a declaration of war."

#Rwby

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whipplefilter · 7 years ago

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People keep mentioning Lightning calling Doc "dad" by accident, and I like that idea, but.. I wonder what the very first time that happened was like? Like, what even brought it on? What was Doc's reaction? I bet it was after a win or something, sometime when he was either very emotional or very distracted. I bet Lightning must have been pretty tired to have let that slip.. like me right now.. Sorry, the ramblings of a tired fan here xD

Oh my god, anon, I got stupidly carried away with this… /O\ APOLOGIES. Here is my ridiculous thousands-of-words response. I’ve always wanted to write something that could explore a little bit of the high-pressure atmosphere of professional racing, and some of the aspects of the profession that might be somewhat maladaptive for a young racer, and figured the path to this hc might be the place to do it. But ultimately, this is Doc’s story.

Fanfic: Your Name in Lights

Summary: Racing’s changed a lot. Or maybe it was always changing, change pouring from the racers, the race itself, and into the fringes of sponsorship and spectator and spectacle. Maybe this is where it was always headed.

At the start of his first season as Lightning’s crew chief, Doc reflects on how the sport has changed, and what he and Lightning will need to be for each other. The aftermath of last season’s tiebreaker race presents new challenges–challenges Lightning’s not quite ready for.

* If longposts on Tumblr are death to you (as they are to me), vision/attention-friendly versions of this can be found on AO3 & Fanfiction.net!

They’re still learning each other.

Lightning’s ability to listen, while much improved, remains variable.

And Doc’s ability to teach–and this is according to Sally, whose tetchy ‘maybe don’t talk like you’re from Mars’ was then vetted and seconded by Sheriff–doesn’t always help. Maybe one in twenty of Doc’s directions, Lightning loses his line for thinking so hard, as though he’s convinced Doc’s words are an enigma he must first unravel.

But when Doc says “hit it with your purse” he means exactly that. Plain and simple.

Granted, in retrospect, that sort of direction makes less sense if you’d never known the woman Doc learned it from. Nothing has ever made Doc feel quite so old as that.

All this notwithstanding, at the pole qualifying for Florida Lightning posts just shy of the top. It means he’s got a good angle on that third slot if he can nail the Duel. Doc’s not concerned about the racing.

Before that, though, there remains the hassle of the start-of-season publicity junket. Naturally, Doc declined all invitations; he’s not here for the crowds or the rumor mills. Never has been. But he might have reconsidered–shared the burden–if he’d known Lightning was going to say yes to every single one.

“You got brakes, son. You’re allowed to use 'em,” Doc points out.

Lightning just says–as though he’d never once considered saying no, and isn’t sure why he’d need to defend this–“Yeah, but they asked!”

Maybe he simply hadn’t anticipated the onslaught.

Whatever fame Lightning had enjoyed as a promising rookie’s got nothing on his Year 2 as proven contender–especially not with last year’s tiebreaker and the enigma of the Fabulous Hudson Hornet still very much on the racing world’s mind. Harv, whom Doc has recently come aware of in all his bombastically East Coast glory, has Lightning’s week scheduled solid:

- Monday 5AM-10PM

- Tuesday, 6:07AM-11:15PM

- Wednesday, 9AM-2AM

- Friday, 8:30AM-11:45PM

Wedged into the fray is one empty Thursday, which is “TBD, see Cup practice lap schedule.” Which all sounds like hell to Doc, but hey, the kid’s got energy to burn.

–

Sometimes, when answering questions for the press, Lightning’s gaze will shoot toward him. Never for long–Doc suspects Lightning never means for him to see–but long enough for his eyes to speak loud and clear.

Lightning is embarrassed by how much he still enjoys this part.

The captivated reporters, the ardent fans; he eats it all up.

Shouldn’t he be above this, though? Now that he knows what real love feels like? Shouldn’t this feel superficial now? That’s what his eyes say. Or perhaps they’re only reflecting what Lightning thinks he sees in Doc’s.

But if the kid ever found the guts to ask, Doc would say no. No. Cherish that feeling. You never know when you might lose it.

–

After the first day, Lightning passes out in his trailer immediately upon re-entry.

Old habits die hard, and under the blaze of camera flashes it’s easy to reach for certain unbearably cocky personas. Certainly, he’d given the cameras some of that. But other times he was Lightning–just Lightning. Which was harder.

Still, he reached.

The novelty of that does him in, and he sleeps like the dead.

(“Oh, don’t worry,” Mack assures him, when Doc is unable to rouse him. “He always sleeps like that.”)

–

Day 2 is easier. Lightning settles some, and Doc determines that even if he’s personally refused all speaking engagements, the least he can do is show up for the photographs. It takes some of the heat off Lightning, and spares him from the more probing lines of questioning. (Even the most aggressive tabloids back down if they have to look you in the eye.)

Then Doc loses an entire afternoon to a commercial spot, wherein Lightning spends four hours reading the same four lines as gaffers swarm around the outskirts of the shot. Apparently certain things will only read on television, and they need something a little different for their MySpace audience. (Whatever that is.) And Apple, Inc., of course, has purchased exclusive rights to something or another, so they need to do a full redesign if they wanna advertise with them.

Heretofore Doc hadn’t been aware that someone could give a performance best described as both wooden and exuberant. Lightning manages this feat. His acting ain’t worth the film it’s printed on. Doc finds this endearing in its own way.

Regardless, Lightning is obliging enough and not difficult to work with, which surprises the AD, who is obviously a veteran of past McQueens. On their way out, the sun having long since set, this year’s McQueen’s only gripe is a hushed, “You know how long it should take to film a twenty-second commercial? Twenty seconds! In twenty seconds I could be done with an entire–”

“Hey, look at you!” someone shouts from across the intersection. Doc notes with some amusement that Lightning automatically assumes they’re talking about him.

To Lightning’s credit, they are. The stranger blows the stoplight and maneuvers an absurd U-turn to end up in the lane adjacent. “Huge fan,” he explains. “Huge huge huge huge!”

In the span of a signal pattern, one red light holding the world in abeyance, he then proceeds to tell Lightning his whole life story. This is how it ends:

“And like, hit-and-run, you know? We couldn’t have known. Us all chasing after the guy, figuring you know, Alonzo’s gonna be okay, he always okay. We got a good set-up, working at the garage–all kinds of parts, all kinds of tools, you know? But after we lost the dude we go back and Alonzo’s just gone, man. He’s just metal. And that was it. So I guess I just wanna say like, thank you, you know? I’m not saying it makes a whole lotta sense or nothin’ but I dunno, like. Mad props, I guess. What you did in that race like. I just thought that was tight.”

“Thank you,” says Lightning, a little stiffly. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to say more. Then he adds, “Sorry to hear about, um, Alonzo.”

“Don’t sweat it, bruh,” says the stranger, dead Alonzo’s cousin. “Mad props!” he repeats, before speeding off when the light before them flicks blue-green.

Lightning jerks off the road and pulls into a nearby parking lot, visibly shaken. “That’s–” he starts. “Uh, never happened before.”

“You’re real to them now,” says Doc, though he doesn’t remember that happening to him before, either. “Congratulations.”

But Lightning doesn’t throw the look for the rest of the evening. He’s quiet and restive and it’s as though he’s either witnessed a crime or drive in on two cars in a scandalously intimate moment, or maybe both.

He has absolutely no idea what to do with a stranger’s personal business.

Mack asks him if he’s okay, and he says yes.

Lightning asks, “Hey, d'you think Sally would pick up if I–”

Then he trails off. Turns back to Doc to give him a funny look. Doc’s not sure if the question was directed at him, or at the empty air. (He knows the answer, though: Yes, yes she would.)

“Nah,” Lightning decides, independent of the facts. “It’s late.”

–

Doc’s not sure why, but it echoes. Not the life story of faceless cars, the names of whom he has already forgotten, but Lightning. The look on his face as he realized that caring is not always pleasant. There’s a lot of damage in the world.

Caring can hurt.

By the next morning, Lightning has forgotten all about it. Which is fortunate, because if Harv scheduled things any tighter he’d strip a lugnut. Lightning needs to be good to go.

–

Lightning’s fading. It’s working hour 33 on Day 3 when he stops trying to answer questions well and instead repackages what he’s already said, and said again, and said again. This isn’t at all a failing; it’s strategic and–finally–something actually smart, but it also doesn’t have the blazing excitement of Day 1, which is what sustains Lightning in the first place. And so it becomes a self-defeating cycle, and more often than not Doc finds Lightning staring down the clock as the hands make their slow and deliberate way around the field. His eyes beg them to move faster.

They’re far from done, though. Next up, sponsor appearance.

Lightning doesn’t do or say much, just last year’s lines, now flavored by his palpable shame at his past behavior, but none of the rust buckets seem to notice. For some reason, they love him, and always have. They have a golden vision of Lightning in their minds and that’s all they’ll ever see.

Rusty–or maybe it’s Dusty–winks at Doc. These two are Bostonians, unflappable, and Doc respects them. They knew Lightning was a child–and frankly, still is–but they were willing to be patient about his growing up. They weren’t surprised when eventually, he did. Which means they’d read him better than Doc had. They’ve got the knack.

As Lightning prepares to take his leave of the stage, Dusty (or Rusty) whispers, “Here, kiddo!” He slides a can toward Lightning with his back tire. “You’re gonna need to eat something before the meet n’ greets. It’s a long-haul!”

Lightning’s eyes widen, as though he’d forgotten sustenance was a category that existed. “Oh! Thanks!”

But when the two are out of eyeshot, Lightning throws the can in the trash.

“Not hungry?” Doc asks.

Lightning looks around him, dramatically surreptitious. “Are you kidding me? I can’t drink that out here. I’m not sponsored by that. Someone will see!”

Doc looks back at the Rust-eze tent, where Rusty and Dusty are still hamming it up on stage. “Aren’t they your sponsors?”

“Uh, yes,” says Lightning. “But I think sometimes they forget how this works.”

–

Doc thinks he, too, must have forgotten how this works, because “meet n’ greet” is a misnomer if ever there were one. There’s nothing at all casual about the autographs Lightning’s firing off, and it’s a wonder he can see anything at all with all the camera flash. “Kachow,” indeed.

One after another the queue of meet n’ greeters comes, exchanges a word or two or gaping silent awe with meteorological sensation Lightning McQueen, gets an autograph for his trouble and a picture for his scrapbook, and is shepherded right along to make room for the next car idling in line, assembly line quick.

Racing’s changed a lot.

Or maybe it was always changing, change pouring from the racers, the race itself, and into the fringes of sponsorship and spectator and spectacle. Maybe this is where it was always headed.

–

Millennium Club dinner. Some corporate thing, so upper-crust exclusive that Lightning’s sponsors are not actually invited. But Lightning is.

“Actually, you are,” Lightning notes. “It says here I’m just your plus one.”

They don’t stay. They have another dinner to get to, anyway.

–

Sparklers on the ground. Cars popping wheelies as they dance away from the leaping colors, which leave thin trails of smoke in their wake. Guitar. Truckbeds filled to the brim with all manner of confection–mostly Dinoco Lite, but also festive lookalikes, for the children.

The children, to speak of them, are playing a made-up game that involves hurling small chunks of broken asphalt at each other. The smaller ones are playing with tire marbles.

This feels more like home.

Here, The King presides, looking hale and gleaming, which is good to see.

“Heard you were lookin’ for me back in town,” Doc says when Strip Weathers idles up to them.

“Paying my respects,” Weathers says. “You did the sport a world of good. Made it into something worth keepin’ alive.” He smiles at Lightning. “Long day?”

Lightning laughs faintly, and Doc turns to him. He does look a little shaky.

“I’d stay away from Claude’s homebrew,” Weathers warns, very seriously. “It’s turning everyone silly, as always.”

Lightning’s gaze darts to Doc. Kid’s not sure what to make of the fact that he’s been suddenly inducted into the club where The King makes casual jokes. It doesn’t compute, it doesn’t compute, and then it doesn’t compute.

Ultimately, however, the strangeness isn’t enough to hold his interest. As Weathers heads back to Lynda, Lightning confesses, “I, uh, really need to eat someth–”

“THERE HE IS.”

Photos, ecstasy. A distinct lack of personal space. Lightning could run, but he doesn’t. Or maybe he can’t without his engine seizing. He probably needed more oil a good long while ago.

Doc shakes his head. He is not in the habit of delivering drinks to people, but as one of Lightning’s fans begets another it appears he might have to.

He rolls through the crowd like an untouchable force, eliciting wide eyes but none brave enough to approach.

–

Of course! I can’t believe I didn’t see it before! You’re the Hudson Hornet! The Fabulous Hudson Hornet! Oh, you gotta–

–

So far, returning to the track is easier than Doc had ever dreamed, because–and perhaps this is ironic–of how precious little there was to return to. He doesn’t miss it because he’s never known it; you can’t yearn for rules you’ve never bucked, asphalt you’ve never burnt. It’s all-new, right down to the smells and sounds of the track, vibrations through earth and the motion of the guy next to you. Never mind all the hoopla off the track, the business side of which has grown up even quicker than road.

And perhaps more surprising than all the change is Doc’s utter lack of nostalgia. He doesn’t wish all this around him were otherwise, or quail at the thought that it isn’t. His racing world is hermetically-sealed and six feet under and when he speaks of it, it is another beast entirely. Somehow, this makes is unpainful to speak of now.

The track doesn’t wrench him back those fifty years; it does not unbury that pain and betrayal; it does not validate the bitterness he’s spent so much of his time since curating. Lightning does not remind him of any of that, the way he surely had in the courtroom that first day. Teaching Lightning does not feel like a poor substitution for what should have been. This is different. This is something–

And that, Doc had never dreamed.

–

When he returns with a quart of oil balanced on his hood, Lightning is exactly where he’d left him, surrounded by a new constellation of fans. He’s wearing a look of extreme distress, masquerading poorly as something other than, and the Mitsubishi nearest him is weeping.

As Doc draws nearer, he understands why. More crash stories. More dead loved ones. More trauma, more pain, more loss. Stories without happy endings–or without endings at all. The Mitsubishi is still crying.

This goes on for hours. It seems everyone has some dark and metal-rending history that they would like for Lightning to know. That tiebreaker was a standout; it clearly shook a lot of feelings loose. Now Lightning has become their outlet.

Lightning is not handling it well. He’s only just learned how to listen, how to care; he doesn’t know how, or when, to stop.

That night–if it can be called that; it’s 3AM, and Lightning drew his first practice round for 7–Doc learns that Lightning does not always sleep heavy. Sometimes he does not sleep at all.

Doc has three regrets, as they pertain to docking his trailer next to Lightning’s:

1. The blare of Lightning’s television, which has been advertising hemorrhoidal tailpipe lotion for the past hour straight.

2. All the pacing. Just when Doc thinks he’s settled for the night, Lightning’s engine blares to life, and metal creaks softly as his weight shifts up and down the length of his trailer. His is not a quiet engine.

3. All the shouting. Forget the engine; Lightning’s just all-around loud for a sleeping car. Keeps yelping himself awake.

For his own self-preservation, Doc moves his trailer. For Lightning, Doc figures the best kindness he can do him as his crew chief is not expect much from their 7AM.

–

“Sleep well?” Doc asks. “Handling it,” Lightning scowls (or maybe he’s just squinting. It’s a bright morning).

Lightning posts a 196.349 average.

One of this season’s rookies, yellow bumper strip blending well with his purple paint job and gold highlights, whistles in appreciation. “I’ve definitely made it to the big leagues now,” he whispers to himself. “Hot dang!”

But Lightning all but flinches away when the rookie shouts “HEY!” Lightning swerves and mutters something incomprehensible as he drives past without making eye contact.

“Oka~y! Whatever then,” the rookie shouts after him. “Guess I’ll have to smoke you on Sunday, cupcake! Then we’ll see who gets ignored!”

“You all right?” Doc asks, when Lightning draws nearer.

“Is this over yet?” Lightning asks back, again without making eye contact.

“Sure,” Doc says. “Ten months and thirty-six races from now.”

Lightning brakes–he keeps forgetting someone is here now, to answer his rhetorical questions. Then he glares at Doc, lips pursed sour, and speeds away without another word. For the next eight hours, he’s nowhere to be found.

–

Doc must admit, he’s only half-expecting Lightning to show up for their 4PM. He hadn’t felt the need to read back on Lightning before they’d met–he figured he could guess at his behaviors well enough. After all, he’s said it before: Racecar.

And he knows from personal experience that Lightning has a tendency to go missing, and that he also has a predilection for nearly missing things that he probably shouldn’t. All behaviors a crew chief won’t typically abide, even if his racer doesn’t beat him to the punch and fire him.

If you want to race with the pros, you need to act the part. There are no exceptions.

Doc own crew chief would have shown him the door if Doc had ever given him lip. There’d have been hellfire and fury. But it’s been a while since Doc’s thought about any of this, and in a moment of deep personal honesty, he has to admit: Oh, he gave plenty of lip, and Smokey plenty of fire. They don’t call him Smokey for nothing. It had been different, though–he and Smokey were nearly contemporaries, grown men and good ol’ boys together. Lip and fury were part of the dance. It’s what they’d needed from each other.

Whereas Lightning–

For the first time, Doc thinks about what Lightning actually needs in a crew chief. It’s not that the list isn’t a mile long–the kid is undeniably talented, and undeniably smart; but he’s also undeniably stupid, and if Doc starts contemplating Lightning’s many contradictions he’ll be here all day. But maybe it’s not what Lightning needs so much as who.

Doc sighs. He’d hoped he could have stepped to the role with only a modicum of soul-searching. Clear out the cobwebs, beat the nostalgia, focus on the racing. But who’s stupid now? he chastises. The rules and the smells and the crowds can change like no tomorrow but at the end of the day, the heart of the sport will always be the same. And real racing? You race with everything you got. Everything you are. It don’t matter if you’re on the track or the infield. In this sport, there is no room for reticence. There are no exceptions to that, either.

So, Hud, he thinks. Who are you gonna be?

–

At exactly 4PM, Lightning does show up. The first thing he says is, “I’m sorry.”

It’s the only thing he says.

When Doc asks again, “You doin’ okay?” Lightning takes a rolling start from the road up to the track and he’s off to the races.

–

You’ve been here how long? And your friends don’t even know who you are?

–

Lightning’s driving sloppy. Extremely sloppy. Which isn’t a trouble when you’re alone on a track, but they’re not here to practice bad habits. When Doc tells him so, Lightning’s only response is to drive worse, and faster. Faster. He cracks 200. 201. 203, for consecutive laps. And again. Then a fourth.

“Control,” Doc reminds him, but Lightning’s past the point of responding even recalcitrantly. He’s pure, raw force, swinging around the turns, every atom blazing forward. There’s nothing left for anything but power and speed. It’s terrible but beautiful, but terrible.

Lightning leaves the track gasping for breath and on the verge of tears and absolutely every other part of him left on the asphalt behind him. The forklift posting the times does a double-take.

Doc’s not thinking about those, though.

“Come here,” Doc says, but Lightning is as insensate now as he was at 200 miles an hour. He mumbles something Doc finds incomprehensible, only willing to wheel himself in any direction but Doc’s.

Lightning closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, but immediately lets it out, sharp, and continues to dance away. 'Calm’ isn’t really an available gear after a run like his.

“Come here,” Doc repeats, and this time all but herds Lightning in the appropriate direction.

“Oh, stop,” Lightning mutters, as he shies away from Doc’s bumper taps. “I can drive myself, Dad.” But the second Doc stops prodding Lightning stops moving, so Doc keeps on.

Dad, huh? Doc mulls this over. Interesting choice, Mr. I-Can-Drive-Myself. The way it had slipped out, Lightning probably didn’t even realize. Certainly, he won’t remember.

That train of thought stretches long across the circus that is the Florida Speedway, but eventually they end up at Doc’s trailer, quiet and plain-painted and unassuming.

They don’t talk much. First it’s just Lightning muttering incoherence, as far as Doc’s concerned–likely a continuation of some long epic he’s been self-narrating for the past year or so. Then genuine silence. Lightning dozes, waking long enough between bouts to look extremely annoyed with himself.

When the ratio of rest to annoyance turns in castigation’s favor, Doc intervenes.

“You wanna tell me what just happened, kid?”

“Don’t turn this into a life lesson,” Lightning snaps, still surly. Lightning knows, and he knows Doc knows. No one needs a play-by-play. That’s why Lightning’s so annoyed–he knows what he should be able to handle. Sponsors, commercials, interviews, spotlight after spotlight after spotlight–he can dig in, he can do it. He excels at it. His name in lights? Bring it on.

But this time, he’d been wrong.

Doc tries to be less pedantic. “You can’t keep making yourself sick over this stuff.”

Nope, still pedantic. Maybe it’s just his way; Doc’s his crew chief, after all. He’s supposed to be pedantic.

“But I can’t just make them stop,” Lightning protests desperately. “All these horrible things– and then they tell me– and then their friends tell more– why would I wanna hear about all these crashes? Even the press guys will– I’m just– and I can’t–”

He reigns it in. “I can’t take that,” he summarizes, now sedate. “I can’t sit there, listening to all these horrible things that have happened to all these cars and all their entire families, and then just be okay. I can’t.”

You have to, is something Doc might say, as a crew chief. Are you made of steel or not? You have to. Just shut it out. And if you don’t know how, then you’re gonna have to learn. You’re a professional, and this is the game.

But Doc doesn’t think he can say that to Lightning. Lightning, who feels so young because this care and all its pain seems so new, so surprising to him. Lightning, now old enough to know that caring is professional.

Lightning, who is more than just his racer.

You can’t control the game, or what it sees in you. Be it an underestimate of what you’ve got left, or an overestimate of how many stories you’re able to bear, it’s all the same.

“So give 'em something else to talk about,” Doc says finally. “If you love this, then show 'em joy. Give them a win. Give them a hundred more things to remember you by.”

There’s that look again–Lightning thinking very hard, wondering if Doc’s advice is a puzzle. Trying to solve it just in case. Then his brow unfurrows. “Yeah, okay,” he says. “That makes sense.”

Doc’s expression must convey doubt, because Lightning clarifies his epiphany. “Surpass yourself, right?”

Then he grins devilishly. “Consider it done, old man!”

–

On Friday, Lightning wakes up for his 8:30. It’s a morning show–not RSN, but Florida local. They have to drive out to the studio. There will be sound stages and harried PAs and several hundred thousand cars watching from the comfort of their own garages. There’s an in-house audience as well, the hopefuls for which were wrapped clear around the building before they arrived.

Lightning yawns wide, says something about getting it out of his system before they head inside. But he hesitates at the threshold of the studio. For the briefest flicker of a moment, Lightning looks up at the glinting neon above the door and becomes betrayal incarnate. This thing had wronged him, this thing had hurt him, this thing he loved so much, it had–

Then he lets it go.

He doesn’t bury it.

He really, truly, lets it go.

And only then does Lightning roll through that door.

–

At 8:30 on Friday morning, just before the cameras start rolling, the Fabulous Hudson Hornet joins his protege Lightning McQueen on the stage of the Daytona Daily Dose–a tiny channel that only broadcasts as far as the county line. It is his first public speaking engagement since 1954.

They won’t be talking about 1954, though. It’s 2007. Doc has a hundred more things he’d like to be remembered by.

Doc glances at Lightning, who seems even more delighted by this development than the staff of the Daily Dose, and he thinks, And then some.

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survivor-svalbard · 5 years ago

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FINAL IMMUNITY: RESULTS

The four of you have been fighting like hell for the last 48 hours. However, only one of you can win final immunity and claim your spot in the final 3. For the last time, let’s get to the official results.

PHYSICAL

Earning 0 points is...

Rachael with a score of 4800.

Earning 1 point is...

John with a score of 5700.

Earning 2 points is...

William with a score of 6300.

That means that Jarod has earned 3 points with a score of 7700.

Jarod - 3 John - 1 Rachael - 0 William - 2

MENTAL

Earning 0 points is...

Jarod with a time of 21:39

Earning 1 point is...

John with a time of 14:16

Earning 2 points is...

Rachael with a time of 13:18

That means that William earns 3 points with a time of 8:22

Jarod - 3 John - 2 Rachael - 2 William - 5

ENDURANCE

Earning 0 points is...

William who unfortunately missed mistakes during is climb that he did not edit, resulting in a total of 0 steps.

Earning 1 point is...

John with 1 step.

Earning 2 points is...

Rachael with 66 steps.

That means that Jarod has earned 3 points after completing 132 steps.

Jarod - 6 John - 3 Rachael - 4 William - 5

CREATIVITY

Let’s meet the judges:

OLIVIA!

“Hi I’m Olivia and I love the hosts <3″

MONTY!

“hey final four! im the only winner the hosts could afford but thats mostly because im still repaying my debt to andrew for finally hosting a season i could win. ive had a blast watching this season and all four of you should be super proud of yourselves! good luck to all of you, cant wait to see yall around and add one of you to the winner chat in a few days”

JOHNNY!

“I’m Johnny I’d do anything for andrew and here’s a random picture of me holding a vacuum”

As always, we give a big THANK YOU to our judges! Now let’s see how the creative portion went.

JAROD:

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Olivia: Creativity: 9 Effort: 9 Overall Appeal: 8 I really enjoyed this! I thought the editing was smooth and I loved that you used videos of the avatars and actual videos of the contestants and using the flags from that challenge was such a cute touch! Very well done

Monty: Creativity: 7 Effort: 10 Overall Appeal: 7 DAMN video editing is HARD SHIT! and you killed it! its a little unfortunate that youre not the only one who did an intro because its knocking some points off of creativity for me just bc there were two of yall doing the same thing, and its easier to directly compare the two and be more critical. BUT all that being said it was a fun intro and i liked the mixing of videos of all of you and your avatars to give it a nice little tumblr survivor flavor

Johnny: Creativity: 7 Effort: 7 Overall Appeal: 9

TOTAL: 73/90

JOHN:

Olivia: Creativity: 6 Effort: 3 Overall Appeal: 4 Bruh I’m sorry but compared to everyone else’s this was not it chief. It’s cute and I like the idea for a meme but for the FIC and especially looking at how well everyone else did... sorry 😬

Monty: Creativity: 7 Effort: 5 Overall Appeal: 5 nnnnnnnn i like the idea i really do with the norse gods (i sure hope theyre the norse gods) with all of your faces of them. because this was a god-tier season and you all belong on those faces, but the execution just...wasnt there. the faces on faces is fine and fun, but the little things, like the title, extra care to match up the faces 100%, and a border or something could have made this SUPER good and on par with the others. but this is final four! you've gotta be thinking about all the little details all the time and this is fine, but especially when compared to the other three its quite a bit of a dip

Johnny: Creativity: 4 Effort: 8 Overall Appeal: 4

TOTAL: 46/90

RACHAEL:

Olivia: Effort: 9 Creativity: 8 Overall Appeal: 9 I’m gonna assume you drew these and if so wow! What a talent! Very pleasing to look at and a great tribute to the f4

Monty: Creativity: 9 Effort: 10 Overall Appeal: 10 this, overall, is my favorite. its clean and simple but obviously drawing all of your avatars is hard work and it shows really nicely. it almost looks like it dips into tribe flag territory, but if it was it would be one kick ass flag. its a great celebration of the final four, clean work, and if someone made me in one of those, id be super flattered

Johnny: Creativity: 5 Effort: 8 Overall Appeal: 8

TOTAL: 76/90

WILLIAM:

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Olivia: Creativity: 8 Effort: 9 Overall Appeal: 7 Ok so I thought this was well done too! However it was a bit choppier than the other video and not as clean. But you can tell a lot of effort went into it! Well done!

Monty: Creativity: 7 Effort: 10 Overall Appeal: 9 basically, everything i said for jarod applies here, but the overall outcome just feels a little cleaner. the clips from waw and gc made it feel like a real intro, and i was a big fan of the countdown to the final four segment. this challenge is about yall and celebrating being in the final four and that bumped you up a few points in my book

Johnny: Creativity: 7 Effort: 7 Overall Appeal: 7

TOTAL: 71/90

John has earned 0 points.

William has earned 1 point.

Jarod has earned 2 points.

Rachael has earned 3 points.

The final point totals are as follows:

LAST PLACE: JOHN - 3

THIRD PLACE: WILLIAM - 6

SECOND PLACE: RACHAEL - 7

THAT MEANS CONGRATULATIONS JAROD! YOU HAVE WON FINAL IMMUNITY WITH A TOTAL OF 8 POINTS.

Here is a key for the final point totals:

Tribal will be tomorrow night at 9 PM EST. In the event of a tie during the FIRST round of voting, there will be a fire tiebreaker challenge between the two voted into the tie. Two of you will be joining Jarod in the final 3 tomorrow night. Grab your things and head on out!

#results

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ts-caymanislands · 6 years ago

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Daniel’s Opening Statement

Hello everyone! First off I’d just like to say I’m honored to be here in the final, especially since this is my first tumblr org. Coming from zwooper I felt like I had something to prove.

My Game In A Nutshell

Starting out, I didn’t want to play too flashy or have it seem as if I was controlling the votes. I wanted to prove I wasnt just some scrub since it was my first time playing an org, but I didn’t want to be an easy boot. No, I may not have been the forefront of pushing who was to go the first couple votes, but I was making subtle suggestions and knew everything that went on while others painted themselves as a target. I used this pre-merge time period to build strong relationships that would allow me progress in the game. Come merge is the time I stepped up and started fighting for what I wanted to happen. I put myself in a position where my vote was always needed, whether which side it from. Except for the Elsa vote, the player who I pushed to go and voted for was eliminated every single merge round. Week 1: When the trustlist twist was revealed I was super excited. I host a game that uses these to decide nominees every round and what not. Anyway, my goal for this was to end up high in the top ten, but not so high that I would be seen as a big social threat. I tried to make strong connections with the people I liked, but I didn’t want that to be held over my head. I got ranked 6, which I thought was perfectly ideal for my situation. Once the tribes were confirmed, Ahrre approached me with the idea of an alliance. I suggested one with the four, me, him, nick, and Bryce. I created the alliance chat, and from there it was an easy first vote to get rid of Joseph. Week 2: Woo! We won immunity Week 3/4: Tribe Swap! I was honestly very excited and happy with my new tribe. I felt like I had a great connection with Vilma, Bryce, Elsa, and ahrre. And the rest I had been somewhat friendly with. However immediately after immunity results came out I heard Jill was pushing for my name. Ahrre, Vilma, elsa, and I had an alliance which we decided to vote Jordan in the case Jill had an idol. Bryce, who I thought could potentially be playing both sides, was told to vote Jill just in case as precaution. I survived in a 4-3-1 vote. Week 5: After losing another immunity, voting Jill was a no brained for me. She had pushed my name earlier and overall we just didn’t really have much of a connection. Week 6: Woo another immunity win. Rip Emma Week 7: Unfortunately I was not picked to be on a tribe. HOWEVER, Alex and were able to pick 2 others to join our tribe. I could tell he was very strict with picking people who were in his tribe to protect himself. So, I didn’t want to make a scene. Therefore, I suggested nick and tj. Nick, who I definitely trusted was close with tj and were also very good at comps. I believed this gave me the best shot at surviving without putting a target on my back. We did end up being safe! Rip Jacob Week 8: WOO MERGE! I Was so excited. First merge turned out to be the only vote in the game that didn’t go my way. I tried to push for joey. Additionally, Ahrre came up with a plan to try and confuse the otherside and have the vote split between Elsa and I. Luckily I had some connections with nick and we had an agreement to tell each other what was going, and I pretty much figured it was Elsa going. Ugh a true queen was robbed this round by one vote <3 Week 9/10: After the last vote I was extremely nervous when I saw what the tribes split into. The only person I 100% trusted was vilma at the time. Tj and I had a complicated relationship while lexi and I were mutually against each other. I talked with tj A LOT that day trying to sway him to vote nolan or Lexi. It seemed like I made some progress, promising a f3 between the three zwoopers. Also, Vilma talked to nolan to see what he was considering. When Vilma told he was open to voting lexi I immediately jumped on the opportunity. About an hour before day change vilma and I were able to convince nolan to vote lexi. I survived by a vote of 3-2. Lexi was then eliminated in the duel to the death twist which I will say I was happy about Bc I believe she was a much bigger social threat. Week 11: After nolan flipped and saved me last round, Vilma and I created a chat with him so as to ensure he would potentially be open to flipping again against joey. Since he was the main factor in securing the 5th vote that was needed, he needed to feel safe. Joey did go home this round. Week 12: This was the point that I decided I couldn’t just sit in alliance and let it dictate. I saw what position nolan was in. He was in the middle and since his vote was needed, he was dictating who went home. SO, I basically went to tj and nick and said, “hey, we need to put the past in the past. Us three know each other, and I think we all know that us three are not the biggest threats in the game.” I felt like this was a move I had to make against the iconic “bois” alliance. I felt much more comfortable in a final against tj or nick rather than Ahrre or Bryce. Nick additionally was able to pull in Bryce. I unfortunately had to lie to vilma and ahrre :/ I felt sooooooo bad about this since I was so close to those two. I didn’t want an idol to be played on nolan. I do apologize as it was kind of a dirty move and I’d hate to have it influence anything in a friendship moving forward, Bc I do feel really bad about it reflecting back. This move did work and I felt like it put me in the most ideal position in the game. Week 13: Ahhh, Vilma another icon robbed. Voting you out was one of the hardest things for me to do this game. You were pissed at me for voting Nolan, and you had every right to be, I never blame you for that. But unfortunately, our relationship had been torn apart and as much as I kicking myself for suggesting your name, you were a major threat and it had to be done. You had played an amazing game and would have killed a final. Week 14: This was the day I was stuck on a mountain looking at bears LMAO. I’m not going to take credit for something I didnt do. Nick and tj came up with a plan to split the vote on Ahrre and Bryce the case of an immunity idol. Ahrre, who was proving to be a challenge beast needed to go otherwise he could win his way to the final. I voted Bryce in the end and Ahrre went home in a revote. Week 15: After tj Won the immunity decided by the jury, it opened my eyes to how big a threat he was. He never had received a vote against him up until this point and had played an incredibly solid game. Alex came to me with an idea the round before to get of tj. I was 100% willing to do this since I didn’t owe tj anything. I messaged Bryce and tried to see if he was willing to vote tj. I additionally made a chat with me, Alex, and Bryce securing the three votes tj. Since nick and I were close, I told him Alex and Bryce came up with a plan to get rid of him so an idol would be flushed. I had no intention of getting rid of nick or betraying him, but i just needed to make sure an idol wasn’t played on tj. Week 16: After nick won immunity, I was totally expecting to go to a tiebreaker with Alex. I believed he would have been an easier opponent to beat in that situation. Nick was also able to convince Bryce to vote Alex so he ended up going 3-1. I did try to get Alex to throw his vote off me just in the case if Bryce didn’t vote Alex. Week 17: OMG my first ever tumblr individual immunity win! I did decide to take nick to the finals as we had a deal to take each other. I can never be certain if he would have honored his end, but I always intended to honor mine. ADDITIONALLY, I believe I had a much better shot against because I feel like Bryce and I played similar games. We both flipped at certain moments, were very strategic in putting ourself in the best position. Nick on the other hand had been on the wrong side of the vote a few times he never really made a flip from one side to the other or a major big move, but played more loyal. I wanted their to be a contrast in game styles between me and the other finalist. Key Points Why I Should Win: I always put myself in a position where my votes was needed and I was able to push what I wanted to happen. I was proactive not reactive. Besides one vote, I always knew exactly what was happening and voted out who went home.

I won final immunity guaranteeing myself a shot in the final.

I felt like I was an underdog, and had something to prove coming into this game being it was my first org.

Final Thoughts:

I just want to say I’m honored to be in the final, and proud of what I accomplished no matter the result. Nick too has played an amazing game and I wish him the best of luck. I tried to write a plea that was honest, with no bullshit trying to take credit for anything I didn’t do. I wanted to own up to my game, and if that isn’t enough then I’ll at least know I did my best. It was a pleasure playing with each one of you, and hope you consider voting for me. Thanks!

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survivor-switzerland · 8 years ago

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EPISODE 8: I ASKED LIKE FOUR DUMB QUESTIONS - JEV

Rip Queen Renee

Renee if you're reading I'm deeply sorry for not being able to do anything or just me being a sissy on making a move. I really did want us to work together but I couldn't do much because I didn't have the numbers or the balls to save you.

Okay... Now it's time to get my shit together...

Sidenote: I've been addicted in sending gifs since we lost that challenge so whatever...

Anyway here's some refreshing tea. So yeah before the vote I was talking to Nick and I brought up the possible advantages that the remaining OG Matterhorn have and he said to me that he thinks Abel has it since he was quick to pin the idol on Daisy. Nick then said that if Daisy did have an idol then she would have used it to save her allies, BUT wait here's the most interesting part. After like hours I back read my convo with Nick because I was bored and I noticed that he removed the message where he specifically said Abel's name. That's alarming and I promise I am not making this shit up! I know he dropped Abel's name.

Also some other news I think this vote strengthened my bond with Brett maybe?? Idk if he was just telling me all this stuff to not let my emotions overturn my vote since he was telling me about how I'm his favorite takeaway from this season, how I'm so like his boi Keegan and how I'm so calm when playing the game.

Me? Being calm in this game? Does he even know how I have been this last day?! I was like this.

Now that we got this challenge, we ABSOLUTELY MUST WIN THIS CHALLENGE!!

I have a feeling I'm channeling Brittany for this challenge cause I have no clue about survivor players. I have barely watched any full seasons!!!! Oops !!! Google to the rescue!!!!

EPISODE 8

I went out on Day 19 of Tumblr Survivor: Myanmar. It is now Day 20 and I have officially surpassed my previous self in length of stay--just not quite in placement yet. What can I say? Trevor was super hard for double tribal councils. I still have to survive 3 more tribal councils to beat my placement.

I am now a part of two alliance chats--one of my choosing and one that I sort of got roped into. My first alliance is with Ashley Sarah, Ian, and the kidnapped Tyler who may or may not survive the next vote if we win. Then there's an alliance I've been thrown into with Dom (whom I adore), Nick, and Benjamin. If we lose this upcoming immunity challenge, I am going to be a fat cat desperately trying to squeeze through a fence. It's not going to be cute and I stand to lose the most.

The immunity challenge was Guess Who: Survivor Edition. I am very familiar with this challenge because in my last Survivor game (the Facebook main), I went out on a final 4 tiebreaker on this challenge. My opponent and I tied for the best average in the ORG's history, but since we had tied, it came down to time--mole style, and I was slower by a few minutes. Oh well. At least I won Player of the Season. Anyway, I volunteered to take the lead in this challenge. I did this for two reasons:

1. I'm easily the most methodical person (NOTE: not the smartest, but the most methodical) on this tribe of teenagers and Ashley Sarah.

2. I can't trust these goobers to play this smart and I don't want to go to tribal council.

Nick, Dom, and Benjamin were also available to do the challenge with me, but I made absolutely certain that I was in the driver's seat--it was a risk in terms of people perhaps perceiving me to be bossy or think I'm smarter than others, but when weighing that with the possibility of going to tribal council, I erred on the side of keeping everyone safe instead of just myself. We'll see if it was the right decision long-term.

Our team had great luck in the initial wearing down of the roughly 400 options. In the end, we nearly always floundered at picking the right person in the last 2-3 options. We were the worst. And I was fearful because if Monte Rosa had some good luck juju, we would be going to tribal council with me leading the march as the captain of the challenge. Yikes. Fortunately, we won by 3 questions, defeating Monte Rosa!

I'm definitely worried for Tyler's well-being. I don't see them voting out Logan because Logan collaborated with a lot of those goobers in the demise of Trent, Daisy, and Lily, so I can't see why they wouldn't continue to work with him. Hopefully they see Maximilian as an unfriendly, antisocial booger and send them to the curb, but that would just be wishful thinking, wouldn't it?

I'm so mad at myself, I asked like four dumb questions during the challenge and we pretty much lost because of that. Now I'm worried that I'm going to be in hot water with the rest of the tribe because they might blame the loss on me. 2/3 of the people who helped me with the challenge I am aligned with or have previously been aligned with so hopefully they don't blame me and I'll survive this vote. Wish me luck :(

So... Me, Luke and Zack are talking about the vote and we are all in agreement that we want to take out Max or Logan this round. Personally I feel like the smartest move would be to take out Logan as I worry he has quite strong social connections with a lot of people in the game, while Max is just kind of there and blends in with everyone, so not much of a threat to us right now.

I'm going to keep both options in mind for now, but if this round goes the way I want it to then Logan will be the one getting snuffed.

So I wake up at around 6AM to see that my tribe had already done the challenge lol and we ended up winning!! Woo amazing!!

So hopefully Tyler remains alive on the other tribe and a merge comes in after this round. I don't know what's gonna happen at Monte Rosa's tribal so I'm praying Tyler survives. I'm worried since the information I got from Renee (I MISS YOU!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!) is that Abel and Zack are close. Abel and Luke have been together from the beginning and they could very well include Jev because he's OG Matterhonr and Logan could stick with Luke. Hopefully Tyler uses his connection with Zack to survive. Ideally I'd like another OG Matterhorn to go but I don't see that happening.

Ciao!

[5/14/17, 11:42:04 PM] Abel: you’re a taurus

[5/14/17, 11:42:11 PM] Abel: i’m a leo

[5/14/17, 11:42:13 PM] Daisy (Bahamas Host): yeah!

[5/14/17, 11:42:15 PM] Daisy (Bahamas Host): oh cool!

[5/14/17, 11:42:33 PM] Abel: no not cool tf our signs hate each other!

AND WE DID HATE EACH OTHER

So after the first swap I was the king. I had my whole tribe eating out of the palm of my hands. They were sheep being led to slaughter. I was running the show I knew that much. And then suddenly everything changes. I picked Zack and allowed for his clique of home of sexuals to be on my tribe because I figured it would be safe. And while I do feel safe I'm not necessarily happy with this tribe. I'm back to being Zack and Jev's bitch and now they have Tyler so unless Luke has a change of heart it looks like Logan and Max are fucked. Max seems nice but idk much about them. Logan on the other hand is a gem and I feel so bad that he's in such a sticky situation. I honestly am not scared of Logan and his friends at the merge? Like I think I've built enough relationships in enough places that regardless of what happens at the merge that I'll be going pretty deep.

Whew that was close!!!! Thank the lord Brett and nick know their survivor players and guessing tips!!! Mvps!!!!

TRASH. ZACK AND JEV ARE TRASH. SO OUR IMMUNITY STREAK OF 1 HAS COME TO AN END BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO MESS AROUND DURING THE IMMUNITY CHALLENGE LIKE THE FUCKFACES THEY ARE AND NOW WE'RE GOING TO TRIBAL BC THEY WANTED TO THROW THE CHALLENGE AND KILL LOGAN

Okay so... apparently Luke and Zack have decided that the vote is going to be Logan tonight... without really consulting me?? Like I'm down to do it but I wish we were talking more about it rather than Zack just being like "Jev you do this, Luke you do this and such and such will do this" Like... does he not realise it could possibly go wrong?

The whole plan is for Me/Luke/Tyler/Abel to vote Logan while Zack throws a vote at Max just to be safe, but if Logan pulls out an idol then it could be a tie between Max and one of us if he's on to it at all. I'm just so STRESSED because I don't want this to bite any of the three of us in the ass.

At this point in the game, I know I've been super fortunate to have TC #8 be my first! And to be very honest you would think I would be upset that we lost but I'm really not.

From the start, Logan has always been nice to me to my face. But what he doesn't know is I know what's gone on before this game started. I know that he has a friend who I've once played with almost a year ago in another side org and he hates my guts. Logan wanted to vote me out the first second he got once we ended up together on original Monte Rosa. So I've just been WAITING for this moment to strike back before he's able to give me. The soul reason I even chose Logan over Ben in the tribe swap was because I wanted to vote him off the first second we lost an immunity just to retaliate. It's sad that I have to base this vote off of something that happened before this game started, but I have to protect myself at all costs. Not to mention he's in the same friend group as Dom and Nick! Which is just a nightmare waiting to happen if the 3 of them get back together. So I'm ready to get this tribal over with in all honesty because there's a new force to be reckoned with in Switzerland.

Hey so i just wanted to make a quick confessional. Nothing has happened for us but if we don't merge or swap after this, ian is probably going to be the one going. but i hope we merge wooo

This round has been by far the messiest to date, I've heard things about the possibilities of idols, ties and even rock draws and I don't think I've ever felt more paranoid in a game ever. I've ended up putting down Logan's name and I feel sO BAD ABOUT IT because now he's telling me how he really wants to survive this round because he got 13th in his original season and now I'm going to feel awful if he leaves.

Btw Logan, jsyk this really wasn't my idea and if you leave I am so so sorry that this is how it turned out for you. You deserved better.

#ihopeiseeyounever #confessionals

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