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May 16 10 4:03 PM
Tyler breaks from
the group and approaches Ron, the host of the show. The man takes
the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing smoke towards Tyler as he
waits for the question that never comes. Tyler pulls his fist back
and puts all his power into it, connecting a solid blow to Hateful's
left cheek, knocking the man on his ass in the sand. Losing no time,
Ron twisted over and used his cigarette to burn a hole through
Tyler's pants, and into the side of his right calve.
“Not a good
idea, guy. I'm one of the only few who knows where you are, and I'm
the only one who is going to bring you supplies, food, and help one
of you survive.”
Ron gets up,
rubbing the side of his face. “Anyone else want to try something
From the Trioxin
side, Mike laughs at the spectacle.
[ GM NOTE: If I was giving out exp, that would definitely have earned some extra points. Nice move! ]
May 16 10 4:13 PM
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May 16 10 5:28 PM
By the time the
shoreline was within reasonable reach, I honestly didn't feel that I
had the strength to continue. My arms and legs were burning with
exertion, my lungs were screaming for a reprieve, I just wanted to
give up. As soon as I felt like I was getting ahead, the tide would
wash me back and force me to work harder, pull from reserves I did
not have. The one thing that helped me pull off the feat of getting
there was seeing Wayne on the shore. He was easy to find, he was
larger than the other men, I knew it was him, and I knew I had to get
there to be with him. He walked out into the water until he was
chest-deep and he grabbed me, helped steady me, helped me get out of
the water. Thank the gods he was there.
By the time I was
out of the waves I had nothing left inside of me. Even with Wayne
trying to help support me, I just couldn't stand anymore, I slid down
to sit on my knees in the sand. My asthma usually wasn't a problem,
but I could feel her throat not wanting to let air in, so I gasped to
breathe, fought to get oxygen back in my tired muscles. I had never
been so exhausted in all my life, never felt so weak and pitiful.
I looked around,
watching to see who all was getting out of the water. I recognized
most of them, thanks to being friends on Facebook or the photo album
on the site, but there were a few faces missing and a few I did not
know. I knew the man with the cigarette but said nothing. As he
started talking, causing people to gather around, I stayed sitting in
the sand. I waited until he introduced himself before piping in with
a simple 'holy shit' comment; I noticed that Mike spoke up as well.
The setup was the
basic reality show deal. You win stuff, you pick people to kick off,
you have down time to let the drama build. The thing that caught my
attention was talk of consequences and killing. I looked up at
Wayne, grabbed his hand to get his attention. Could this be serious?
He shook his head. No. There's no way they could get away with
that, not for real.
I catch the buff
when it is thrown at me and wrap it around my wrist, wearing it like
a thick bracelet. Wayne has to help me get up, my legs are still
weak and wobbly. My team was announced and came to stand close to
me. I looked them all over, sizing them up individually.
Wayne I knew I
could trust, I knew he was a good strategist, I knew we were on the
same wave length.
Tom I was not
sure about it. He was a conniving young me and there was something
him I did not trust, but I also knew he was a sneaky little bastard
who could us get to the top.
Tyler I felt was
a valuable member, he was strong and smart and I already had the idea
of an alliance in my head.
Neil was another
strong member, smart to boot.
Janya I liked a
lot as a person, he was intelligent, I knew we could have good
conversations, but when it came to challenges I wasn't sure how he
just passed him over quickly, I was not happy about him.
person I liked even though most people detested him, but again I
would have to see how he did in challenges.
remembered as being an unlikeable loud mouth. Hopefully he had
Jen was always
hit or miss with me, but I felt she would be a good member for the
team, not for a merge though.
another person I was not too happy about.
And then there
was me. I really had no desire to be the leader. Despite what most
people thought, I was not terribly impressed by the idea of being in
charge, I despised the responsibility and pressure of it. I cared
about people too much to discipline them, even when they needed it, I
hated having to do it. I hated the pressure of having to make sure
everything ran well and was active and worked. But I did it because
I had a great team to help back me up, and it looked like I would
have another good one here. Of course there were a few people on the
other side I would like to see over here, but I was happy.
I quickly formed
my dream team in my head. Me, Wayne, Tyler, Neil, Tom. If we formed
a five strong alliance we would have the numbers. I just didn't see
the other people capable of working together well enough or long
enough to knock the five us out. I wasn't thinking negatively, I
wasn't planning on us losing, but I was taking stock of who was the
most valuable to the group dynamic for when, not if but when, the
time to start writing down names came.
My thoughts were
interrupted at the mention of Tony killing someone. I look over at
Tony, trying to gauge his reaction. I hadn't been there when the
attack happened, maybe it was just a rouse, something prearranged
with the show. That had to be it.
Next thing I
knew, Tyler decked Ron. Some people seemed pleased with the action,
I was not. It made me wonder if maybe he had a hot temper, was a
loose cannon. We'd have to see how the next few days at camp went,
how he did during the stress of challenges.
Wayne and Tyler
both wanted to see the map, so I slid the twine holding it together
off and unrolled it, letting the two men help hold it open.
The map was a
simple diagram. The island was not completely round, it was mostly
covered in trees, but mountains lined the southwest side. A large X
was a beach were I assume we stood, showing that we were on the
northeast side of the island. A dashed red line lead through trees
to the south, going to another beach on the southeast side of the
island. We had no indication of where the Trioxin camp was.
“Looks like a
fairly short walk, we can easily reach it by nightfall, it feels like
early afternoon now. I know we need to get there before nightfall,
but we don't want to expend all our energy on the trek there, either.
If someone needs to rest, we'll let them rest. I know from talking
to you that you've seen reality shows too, and I'm willing to bet
that we'll have to build a camp once we get there. We won't be able
to that if everyone is still exhausted. That doesn't mean that we'll
sit around and dawdle, but you get what I'm saying. If everyone's
ready, let's go and get started.
[ GM Note: This
is so the other team can advance their story: The Trioxin map will
show a large red X the northeast side of the island. Forests
dominate the island with mountains to the southwest side. A dashed
red line shows a bath through the middle of the island with a large X
in the mountains. It looks like a long trek. ]
May 18 10 7:20 PM
So I decked Ron, some might not like it, some might like it. It felt good and that is all that matters. Throughout my life I've always been a polite, respectable person and I will continue to do that. However, faced with death on this Island, it seems to be the right time to not be overly polite and act more on impulse sometimes. Ron was a member of the board and here he is getting special treatment as the host. Facing death in this, which none of us knew about, was bullshit from the start. It felt nice to act on my anger instead of just being the nice guy and letting it slide. Plus, it shows the rest of the people I'm not a pussy. Some might think I'm a loose cannon now, but from what they remember of me and my future interactions, they will quickly realize that what I did was just necessary. No one would think I was a weak link.
The burn to my calf hurt a little, but I had been through worse. Once I had been thrown through a windshield and was wheelchair bound, this little burn was nothing. "You'll still bring supplies and food to the team Ron, it is your job. I just hit you because you should be here just like the rest of us, especially if we face death." I spat on the ground near his feet as I rejoined my team. After we analyzed the map, it seemed to be time to hit the road.
"If no one minds, I'll go ahead and take point, maybe scout ahead a bit. After all, I did use the boat, I've got more energy to spare and I'm all about helping the team." I'm in this game to win, they'd have to kill me to even get me near that fucking pen. I believed in ghosts, in a way, and if I died I'd do my best to come back and fuck over those who killed me.
May 20 10 6:03 PM
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