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Post by Host Karen on Apr 20, 2005 23:03:57 GMT -5
It had started like a day like any other day! In the morning we were awaken by the bright sun peering down on our shelter. My back was aching from the uneven flooring that I slept on. I had noticed that some of my other tribe mates were sitting by the campfire. The ones who were up were making breakfast. The Ones who werent were snoring louder then the sound of a gong. I approached them and took a seat in their little circle. They were talking about how they missed home cooked breakfasts. My stomach began to rumble. I then Ate every bit of food i had which tasted like dirt. This disgusting food made me think even more of how much I was missing home. the fresh cooked eggs the sizziling bacon mmmm. I started to wonder if there were any wild pigs on the island. Then I took a deep breathe and realized I smelled like a wild pig so i went into the ocean for a bath and swim. The water was unusually warm, so I dove right in. it was good at first but then i noticed something. The water didn't smell like water does. I looked around, and to my horror there was a dead body floating toward me! I was almost too frightened to look. The body had flys swarming over it so i nudged it out towards sea letting it float out slowly. It was then that I realized that the dead body was none other than the last eliminated player. I was shocked to see that it was Lisa. I started to cry, but then I thought, "Wait a minute! I never even had one conversation with her!" All the same I never knew Survivor was this vicious until now! I shudder at the sight but then rub my shoulders and think about if it would make a good firewood substitute for the camp. In all honesty she would make a better stool than those hard logs. Yes, I thought, she would be comfortable With all of those thoughts,I finally decided to just use it as a raft to get back to camp on. As I approached the shore my fellow castaways swarmed up to me. They all gasped, " Why are you using Lisa's arms as oars?" I Yelled "Shes not using them anymore so we should". I dragged her lifeless body and placed it beside the fire to dry it out. Unfortantly rats started to run into the camp. So I immediatly Hunted them down for our dinner. I managed to nab a couple not enough for everyone though. The rat tasted a little gamey, so I threw it back into the water. I Then sat around for 5 minutes and looked around the island thinking of what next to do. So I got up and started collecting twigs to pass some time. I realized that alot of time had gone by and that my fellow tribemates had once again fallen asleep. So I took the twigs back to the campfire pit then went out to explore for foods and eddible berrys. Mid way through my berry picking experience I noticed dark clouds looming, as the sun set. Then i decided to go back to the camp. On the way back to camp I nearly stepped on a snake that snapped at me so i pelted it with a rock and continued onto camp. when i go back to camp i noticed something odd. Lisa's body was missing. Then I started looking around for the body. But after Awhile I decided to forget about it and took a short nap under a shaded area. As I settled in for the night I began to think of what I could be doing if I wasn’t stuck on this island. At this point I was so incredibly homesick that even thinking of my family made my stomach turn. It wasn’t long before I found myself fast asleep. It was then that my brain began to fire off in all directions. Not only was I consumed by this game in my conscious state, but I could not even forget about it while I was at rest. My mind was still thinking about what exactly had happened to our dear friend Lisa. I wondered how she came to be a stiff lifeless being floating in the ocean. It was no use I could not sleep. I decided that these stiff boards would not lie beneath me any longer. I rose slowly as to not awake any of my fellow tribemates. I made my way over to the fire, whose coals were still red hot. They presently offered little heat for my chilled bones. I threw a few branches on the fire in hope that it would keep me from thinking of the sinking feeling of an empty stomach. It wasn’t long before I heard some more rustling coming from the sleeping area. Soon after the rustling began my whole tribe began popping their heads out. Apparently the mysterious appearance of Lisa’s dead body wasn’t only on my mind. After a short discussion we decided that once the sun had risen we would find our hosts. It wasn’t long before we were trecking along the path to our hosts’ cabin. The path was very steep and had clearly been used by the natives long before we had inhabited. It was at this point that I noticed a huge cloud of smoke coming from the tall trees. It was no coincidence, this cloud of smoke was indeed coming from the little wood cabin. We crept up to the cabin, curious as to why there was smoke rising up in to the air. We then realized that perhaps the hosts were cooking their meals in a fireplace. We were anxious to see what they were preparing. It turns out they were making some horrible stew for us to eat in a challenge. The stew included dead ants, roasted flies, and snake blood, all blended with stale noodles. It was something out of a witchcraft book. When both tribes arrived to compete in their next immunity challenge, everyone was disgusted. Ellie struggled to hold down her share, while Grace threw up multiple times. Kelley was unbelievably good as she ate her share in a matter of seconds. Stephanie had tears streaming from her eyes but she choked it down. Annette and Ashlee had no problems at all. But poor Jenne, she just lost all focus and walked away from the challenge, costing her team immunity. Our tribe, on the other hand, did outstanding. Kyle was the leader and went first, eating his portion quickly and effectively. Lucas tried his luck and whoofed his down. He held his nose and closed his eyes, while stuffing the stew in his mouth. Mitch and the rest the crew, which included Steve, Steven, Ryan, Rami, Taylor, and Tony, had no problems either with the stew. In fact, they all thought it was quite tasty and asked the hosts to give it a try. They declined and declared Tribe Arrow the winners. As we made our way back to camp there was something that just felt wrong, and it wasn’t the soup. If it wasn’t that awful taste in my mouth what could it be? Of course, amongst all of the excitement of our challenge we had completely forgotten why we came in the first place. We had forgotten about our dead friend Lisa. At once we returned to the cabin asking, rather demanding an explanation. And what we got in return came as quite a surprise to each and everyone of us. They said that Lisa had been kidnapped shortly after her elimination. Apparently some of the people living on the island were not too fond of us castaways taking over their land. As a result they took advantage of poor Lisa while she was in a confused state of mind. She was then made a human sacrifice and her lifeless body was sent out to sea. The hosts then explained to us that they had discussed the situation with the natives.
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Post by Host Karen on Apr 20, 2005 23:04:18 GMT -5
And they were assured that there would be no more problems of the sort again. They promised us our safety. While it goes against my better judgement I opted to continue on with the game. As the next tribal council loomed, all of the members of the Cupid tribe were on edge. They still felt uncertain of what loomed around the corner on the other side of the game. While the tension built I decided that I would take a little walk down the beach, while the girls were at their tribal council. So I said my goodbyes to those I had hoped would return. I headed out to the beach and was soothed by the sounds of the waves crashing down on the white sandy beach. But my peaceful state was soon interrupted by a loud yelping sound, coming from far out in the distance. The screech was that of which you would expect to come from an excited pig. My first instinct was… food. But as this unknown creature continued to screech, its call of resistance I soon recognized that it was no animal. As the sound approached me I took cover under the nearest grouping of fallen palm branches. The loud struggle had now moved even closer and it was then that I realized that it was one of the castaways. Poor Jenne was being pulled away, against her will, by tribal leaders covered in body paint. The only distinguishing characteristic of her assaulters not covered by the paint were the identical black tattoos on their lower back. If I had to guess I would have said that the tattoos were part of some tribal ritual. Once they were out of site I exited my paralyzing state of panic and ran at full force back to camp. I did my best to explain to my Arrow tribemates what had just happened. They were not as understanding as I had hoped they would be. However, as the girls filed back into camp a very distinct presence was absent, Jenne. As the men picked up their jaws from the ground, I explained to the women what had happened to Jenne. And they explained how badly they felt for getting rid of her, but after her performance at the challenge they had no choice. And now not only was she out of the game but she was feared to be facing much more serious consequences. The hosts assured us of our safety but once again, the natives took another bootee. I imagine that they used Lisa and Jenne in tribe rituals. Since they weren't fond of us, they wanted our evil spirits dispelled from their sacred land. And the only way they could get rid of our evil spirits was death. Lisa went down first. And Jenne shortly followed after that. What would we all do? Not only were we playing a game, but we were playing for our lives! The million dollars didn't cross anybody's mind anymore. We all wanted to get home and see our families. But, something inside, forced us to reconsider and seek revenge against the local natives. They took two of our friends and they would receive punishment, in any way, shape or form. As we were sitting around the fire, plotting our next move, we started thinking about a previous challenge where we ate this terrible stew. The hosts told us that the stew contained blood. But we all had our suspicions that maybe it wasn't blood from a snake. Maybe it was Lisa's blood! We all started to cringe, shake, and cry. We were all nervous and very sick to our stomachs. Why would the hosts do such a thing? They have us eat blood of our former tribemate and then they risk our safety to the natives. It is time for some investigation. We decided to split up into smaller groups. If we were going to get to the bottom of this we were going to have to search the island high and low. We broke up into six groups of three and headed in every which direction. My group was responsible for doing a thorough search of the hosts’ cabin. So once, again I found myself sliding down the steep path on the way to the log cabin. As we got closer a faint chanting began to break out. Sneaky up to a giant boulder we realized that we had indeed stumbled upon a tribal ritual. We quickly glanced around trying to recognize anyone we could. But the only thing familiar about these natives was the body paint, and that distinguishing tattoo on all of their lower backs. These were the same people that had been dragging Jenne away earlier that day. They were dancing in a circle moving left to right in unison, almost cult like. The chanting grew louder and louder as the dancing became more and more intricate. And then a loud sounding gong sounded and the crowd went eerily silent. A large figure now appeared in the oversized doorway of the log cabin. This was clearly their leader as all the natives soon dropped to their knees and began praising this figure. All the while I was absently mindedly searching amongst the crowd, praying to see a familiar face. However, my search ended with no new knowledge gained. I tried desperately to understand all of the events that had taken place in the past few days. As my thoughts began to drift again another loud gong sounded. And now a small army of men entered carrying in a long post with something attached to it. As these men mounted this pole in a pile of branches and twigs, I was able to make out that it was in the shape of a human. Could it be one of our hosts? My heart started to beat faster and faster. Maybe it was one of the other castaways that had wandered off? All I could see was that there was a lifeless body mounted on a wooden post for all to gawk at. Suddenly, the nameless lump of human flesh began to move. Unaware of its current surroundings the restrained human began struggling to get free. As this mysterious person began to scream and yelp, something clicked in my mind. That was the exact screaming and yelling that I heard coming from Jenne that day. This rope bound being was none other than the most recent victim of tribal council, Jenne. I strained to hear what was being said by the big chief. To my surprise he spoke English. What he said went along the lines of, this time we will make sure. We will make sure that this one doesn’t get away. Because the last one, Lisa I assumed, nearly told the others which would have ruined our plans. With this the chief gave a slanted nod to the small group of men that had carried Jenne in. They proceeded to fasten her down with even more ropes. Jenne again began squirming and pleading for her life. As I watched them drag out rope after rope I knew that there was no way that I could save her without all of the rest of the castaways. The three of us silently disappeared back into the bushes heading back to camp, slightly confused. We returned to camp to see the other tribemates already lounging around. I thought of what the best approach would be in breaking the hard news. The whole tribe gathered around. Our faces were blank, as we couldn't find the words to describe the ritual we just saw. Hearing Jenne scream and squirm traumatized us. We finally told the others the situation and they wanted to go back and save Jenne. We decided that we needed a plan of attack since our lives were in jeopardy. But, if we waited too long, it would be too late. Jenne's life was a matter of hours now. The tribe didn't want her getting away from them so they were surely going to kill her. But, before doing so, they would probably perform some rituals and hang her in the balance. She would be harassed and humiliated in front of everyone. Knowing all of this, we knew we had to risk our lives to save a friend. Jenne was no longer a castaway on the other tribe. She was a human and we were going to do everything in our power to save her. We sat down as a tribe and drew out a map in the sand. We used sticks to designate the positions we would take in our attack. But, with a small number of us, we knew it would be nearly impossible to pull it off. They were many "enemies" in that tribe and we would need the very best of our abilities and a little luck to save Jenne and survive. After nearly an hour of planning, we were ready to go. But, before approaching the cabin, we needed to disguise ourselves. We came up with smothering ashes on our skin to fake the tribe out. They would think we were other natives and wouldn't feel threatened. If they knew we were Americans, they would surely try to capture us and put us on the pole as well. We made a huge fire and then put it out. With the ashes, we made sure everyone's body was covered, head to toe. We had to strip down naked to make sure no skin was left untouched with ash. We slowly headed through the woods, wary of what was going to happen. Steven, being so young, fainted. He was absolutely terrified and turned white. He had his whole life ahead of him and worried that he wouldn't make it out alive. We all felt naucious and light-headed but we were focused on the task at hand. We wouldn't be denied and we would save our friend. And if we didn't, we would go down trying our best. We finally reached the cabin, after a long hike, and saw that Jenne was still alive propped up on the pole. There were two guards around the pole. The leader of the clan was in a meeting with the rest of the tribe. They were planning their next move. We surrounded the pole, behind some bushes. All of a sudden, we made a run for it! Lucas and Ryan threw the guards down, while Steve and little Steven untied Jenne. Master Mitch swooped Jenne up and made a run for it. The other natives heard the raucous and ran out quickly. When they realized what had happened, they took off running towards Jenne, who was being carried by Mitch. Mitch made it another two hundred yards, before being taken down from behind. Jenne struggled to shake loose but they had her firm in their grips. But, out of nowhere, Taylor jumped them from behind and Jenna shook loose. Mitch, Jenne, and Taylor ran off together. Meanwhile, Lucas and Ryan, were tangled up with the guards and many other natives who came to the guards' aid.
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Post by Host Karen on Apr 20, 2005 23:04:37 GMT -5
Steve and Steven seeked cover and safety. They were hoping that Lucas and Ryan could defend themselves and hopefully escape without further injury. Unfortuntely, they were both captured and faced an infuriated leader. They were quickly tied up. But Kyle, who was never mentioned because he had stealthy made his way to the native camp, was hiding in the back ground. With his olive skin and rippling muscles, he blended well with the savages. He watched quietly as all the angry guards came down on Ryan and Lucas. The guards tied Ryan and Lucas up and did a ritualistic dance around them while shouting and singing. Very slowly, Kyle joined in with the natives in there paganistic ritual. But as he danced around them, he made eye contact with Lucas and Ryan, telling them everything would be alright. They were both scared, and seeing Kyle did not set them completely at ease. They exchanged confused glances with one another as Kyle seemed to be one of "them." Meanwhile, Jenne was carried to safety back to the campsite, where a frightened Tribe Cupid was waiting to welcome her back in. There was not a dry eye on the whole beach, and all the girls were sorry they had voted her out. The homecoming was tender, to say the least. Little Steven was also carried in as he had not awakened from passing out. The whole drama had been way to much for him and the guys laid him down next to the fire. Gracie, Annette, Kelley, and Stephanie went immediately to him to pamper him. Taylor plopped down on the sand and sprawled out, exhausted by his heroic feats. Mitch, Steve, and Tony also sat down near Taylor for a breather. As the girls busied themselves doctoring up all the strong and brave men, Jamie noticed that Lucas, Ryan, and Kyle were missing. The guys looked around at one another regretfully. In the heat of the moment and the mad dash to save Jenne, they had left Ryan and Lucas behind. No one had known where Kyle had gone off to. The rest of the guys talked among themselves, debating on whether or not they should go back. Surely Ryan, Lucas, and Kyle would need help. Taylor was immediatly on his feet and ready to go. Back at the native camp Kyle had drifted off once again, but this time to the chief's hut. While the natives were dancing and getting ready to sacrifice Ryan and Lucas, Kyle made a strange potion from poisonous ingredients in the hut. He quickly came back out with a goblet of the lethal fluid and fained drinking it. He offered it to the other guards, and one by one they began drinking. They continued their dancing frenzy until their balance seemed off. Soon they begin to stumble and collide with one another. Some of the tried to rub the blurred vision out of their eyes, but it was no use. One by one, the began to fall to the sand, weak and helpless. Kyle had no idea what he had concocted but it seemed to be working. He danced about freely until the last of the guards fell and rolled over almost lifeless. Kyle slowed and scanned the bodies around him for a time, makeing sure they were really out. Not wasting another minute he turned to untie Ryan and Lucas. Soon they dashed away from the native tribe to head back to their camp. Just as we were getting up to go rescue Kyle, Ryan and Lucas, they came running in. We were once again to hear their tales of near death. With this new information both tribes decided that it was no longer risking our lives. We decided that come morning we would officially go to the cohosts and demand that they send us back to our loving families. I once again laid my head down on the uneven flooring and attempted to fall asleep. With all of the days excitement convincing myself to sleep proved fairly simple. When morning came we woke to see our host Karen walking up to our camp. She was clearly disturbed and upset about something. As she collapsed to the ground Ellie and Gracie quickly rushed over to her. Making sure that everything was okay the fanned her off and poured some water down her throat. When she finally recovered Karen told us that she had lost track of her cohost Rob. She then said that when she woke up today that he was lying outside her door dead. I concluded that it was those tribal natives. After losing Jenne, Ryan and Lucas they must have resorted to our sacrificing our host. Karen then agreed with our demands saying that it was completely reasonable for us to want to leave. She too felt that it was no longer safe for any of us on the island. Before we left she had one last request. She asked us if we would help us to burry Robs body as a point of respect to him. We all agreed and continued to follow her to their cabin. She said that before she had come to our camp, she had cleaned off his body and had dressed him suitably. When we arrived at the cabin Robs body was indeed living lifeless on the ground. He was dressed in the khaki outfit that he had worn to every challenge. Surprisingly, there were no pools of blood near the body and no indicating signs of how he had died. Out of plain curiosity I asked Karen if she had determined the cause of death. She replied between sobs, that he had been poisoned. Strange glances were exchanged amongst all of the remaining 17 castaways. Recalling what had happened last night I instinctively turned Rob over onto his stomach. And as I lifted up the back of his khaki dress shirt a gasp came from the group. There on his lower back was a black tattoo. All this time Rob was involved in all of this kidnapping and sacrificing. Until, finally last night Kyle fed him some poison. Confused once again we wondered what else Rob had in store for us before he had died. At that moment we looked up and around us only to see that once again we were surrounded by the unfriendly natives. By this time we were getting sick of this. Why do they think they are allowed to push us around like this? We are all humans not animals! But there is not much we can do about it, we are highly outnumberd. While we were sitting there again with spears jammed in our faces i noticed something. I was looking at everyone sitting around and i didnt see Rami anywhere. Where is he? did he get kidnapped too? or is he a part of this? maybie he is dead. Every possibility went though my head. But my thoughts were quickly interuppted as i felt a sharp pain in my side. It was one of the natives poking me. They were leading us off again probly to kill another one of us off. there has to be something we can do about this its not fair. Its as if thier playing there own game of survivor with us as the victoms. We arrived at a clearing with a huge bon fire blazing. The three missing castaways we tied to posts still alive. But still no sighn of Rami. they lead us over and made us get on our knees right in front of the three castaways on the poles. They were all sitting around watching us like we were animals putting on a show. While i was looking around to try and figure out a way to get out of this. I noticed something in a tree off to the left. As i looked closer i noticed it was Rami. It looked as if he was thinking the samething as me. But how was he going to get us out of here there is one of him and over a hundred natives. My thought prosses was again intterupped by the chief. He was speaking some language I didnt understand to the other natives. After awhile they started cheering. That doesnt sound good wisperd Karen. No it doesnt. I looked over at the tree i saw Rami at again and he was gone. What was he doing? Wish i knew, all i know is that we are about to become the victoms of another native sacrafice.
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