*The theme music begins.*
16 characters... 39 days... one message board...
SURVIVAL 2: THE FINAL FANTASY III OUTBACK
REBODA CLAN
Sabin
Setzer (voted out)
Terra
Cyan
Locke
Gogo (voted out)
Ultros
Relm
TAGORAN CLAN
Celes
Umaro
Mog
Kefka (voted out)
Shadow
Strago
Edgar
Gau
These players will compete for immunity and popularity, until we ultimately see who is best at...
SURVIVAL
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NIGHT 12
CLAN COUNCIL
Johnny Host: Time to read the votes.
*Johnny leaves. The air is thick with suspense, as the remaining Rebodas have a pretty good idea that it's probably going to be another tie. Johnny returns with the voting jar.*
Johnny Host: Here we go. First vote... Sabin. Next vote... Relm. Next vote... Terra. Next vote... Relm. Next vote... Cyan. Sabin. Relm. Cyan. That's two for Sabin, three for Relm, two for Cyan, and one for Terra. Next vote... Relm. Terra. Sabin. Cyan. Last vote... Cyan.
*The contestants let out a collective groan.*
Johnny Host: Shush! Now, as you've obviously noticed, it's a four to four tie between Relm and Cyan.
Cyan: I'm not going to like this, am I?
Johnny Host: No. Because, according to the votes, more people want to see Relm get eaten than actually want her voted off.
Relm: Wha-?
Johnny Host: And, since it's hard for her to be eaten if she's not here, that means she stays.
Cyan: Alas.
Johnny Host: That's right. Cyan, you need to bring me your torch. It's time for you to go.
*Johnny Host snuffs out Cyan's torch.*
Johnny Host: The board has spoken.
*Cyan sadly exits the Clan Council area.*
Johnny Host: The rest of you can head back to camp. You'll want to conserve your strength if you hope to keep even numbers with Tagoran.
*The five remaining Reboda members, including a now slightly more nervous Relm, head back to camp.*

CYAN'S FINAL WORDS
Cyan: Indeed, this game did seemeth unfair to me, as I was apparently voted out because of the way I talk. Well, what was I supposed to do, changeth my speech patterns for a collection of heathens on some super-advanced "Internet"? I think not. Therefore, I have no regrets, except that I was unable to save Doma, my home castle, from being poisoned, and all the inhabitants died. I suppose I do regretteth that one. Farewell!

DAY 13
TAGORAN
Edgar (to camera): We won yet another immunity challenge, we have food, and I'm popular. I'm being treated like a king! ...oh wait, I am a king. This is the life!
Mog (to camera): Kickin' some butt, kupo... kickin' some butt, kupo...
Strago (to camera): I'm definitely in the right clan. These youngsters are keeping me here quite nicely. Hee hee, kids these days...
Shadow (to camera): There's hardly any survival aspect at all. We've got it very easy out here. I can't say the same for the other clan, I'm sure.
Gau (to camera): Edgar say "More-Al" high. Who Al? Why he high?
Celes (to camera): The point of the game is for people to be voted out, right? Wrong. For us, the point of the game is to win as a team, and let those losers over at Reba-dode or whatever be voted out first.
Edgar: Well, if we don't eat too much, the rest of this meat should last us for another week or so.
Celes: That's perfect, it'll be gone just before the merge.
Edgar: Haha, yes. I don't want to share with the other clan.
Edgar (to camera): I worked it out with Celes that the meat from the pig should last another week. The truth is, though, that we'll be able to eat more if fewer people are here. Take Strago, for example. He doesn't contribute much to the clan, but he's always willing to take what we've got. *Shot of Strago eating a large chunk of pig meat.*
Celes (to camera): Strago is... well, he's funny, and he's a nice guy, but he doesn't DO anything. He's not exactly what I'd call survival material.
Strago (to camera): Yessir... I'm so happy to be here. I'm getting along with everybody!
Umaro (to camera): Duhhhh.
Edgar (to camera): We're not going to stop trying to win. I can find more food. And since we're not doing the voting anyway, it would be foolish to throw a challenge. But still, it would be a lot easier around here if there was one less mouth to feed.

REBODA
Locke (to camera): I couldn't believe it when I heard Cyan's name four times. I mean, what did he do?
Relm (to camera): Johnny was just joking about that eating thing, right? Ah heh heh... Yeah, very funny, guys!
Locke (to camera): I think Sabin is getting serious. I really think he might try to eat Relm. I know it sounds crazy, but you don't know what hunger can do to a person! Those people on the board sure didn't help. Now that they've backed him, he has no reason not to!
Sabin (to camera): Hmm... would Relm taste best with tabasco sauce, or butter? Or maybe ketchup? It's a tough call... oh wait, I don't have any of those things anyway. Guess I'm just going to have to eat her plain...
Terra (to camera): There are definitely some things going on in this clan that are, shall we say, unsavory. So now, as clan mommy, I'm going to have to step in and stop some of these "unsavory" things from happening. It doesn't matter how much the people on the board want it... there will be no eating of clan members while I'm around.
Ultros (to camera): I don't want Relm to get eaten! It's not so much that I care what happens to her... it's just that after she's gone, Sabin will probably come after ME! UWEE HEe... hee... eh...
Relm: So what about that voting, huh? Aren't you just the popular ones?
Ultros: Board favorite, right here! UWEE HEE HEE HEE!
Locke: What can I say? It's a mix of charm and not being a little girl.
Relm: O...k... so, how do you like my chances?
Ultros: I'd say that there are better odds of the sun falling out of the sky and landing on Johnny Host!
Relm: Sheesh, give it to me straight...

Sabin: Whaddya mean, I shouldn't?
Terra: Come on, Sabin, you know as well as I do that it's not right to eat little girls. Or any people, for that matter.
Sabin: Right, schmright! I'm starving out here! We're never going to win a challenge if I can't fill my belly!
Terra: There are other ways to get food!
Sabin: But none so convenient! I mean, she's probably going to get voted out next anyway, right? So, all I'm saying is let's put 'er to good use before she's gone! Then maybe we can win another challenge on top of the next one, and merge even!
Terra: We wouldn't be merging even, Relm would be dead!
Sabin: Oh yeah...
Terra: And look, she won us that one challenge, right? It's not very nice to eat little girls who win challenges!
Sabin: So, what you're saying is, I shouldn't eat Relm because she's done good things for the clan?
Terra: Sure, if you want to look at it that way.
Sabin: Hmm... You know, Ultros hasn't done much for us lately...
Terra: SABIN!
Sabin: Gahh! Okay, fine! I'm going fishing!
Sabin (to camera): The little girl lives... for now. But if I don't get something to eat, and soon, I make no promises.
Terra (to camera): Good has been done here today. But, we'd seriously better get some food.

DAY 14
REBODA
Locke (to camera): This morning Ultros and I went fishing... again. We haven't been too successful in catching much, and I'm not sure why. Maybe they're scared away by the giant octopus? Anyway, it was imperative that we catch something. I personally didn't want to see Relm get eaten, if only because our clan's weak enough already.
Ultros (to camera): We caught a lot of fish today! UWEE HEE HEE HEE! Maybe now Sabin won't try to eat me!
*The five Rebodas sit around a fire, eating fish. Sabin munches away happily.*
Sabin (to camera): I hope they know I was just kidding. I mean, eating a person... ha ha, yeah right.
Terra (to camera): It's nice to have our bellies filled for once, even if it might not last. With this added boost of strength, maybe we'll be able to face the other clan on equal footing for once. It's pretty ridiculous, the way we've been starving.
Locke: So, we all get some rest tonight, and do our best at the challenge tomorrow, right?
Sabin: Do our best? We're going to WIN.
Relm (to camera): Sabin's a lot easier to get along with when he's not so hungry. Then again, the whole mood around here is a lot better right now. We're pumped and ready to go for the challenge tomorrow. Even if we lose... again... Well, I won't think about that. We just have to win this time!

TAGORAN
Mog (to camera): Not much to be said about today, kupo. It's basically a countdown at this point. We're just waiting for the next challenge, and the next, and eventually the end of the game, kupo.
Edgar (to camera): We have it all here... A solid shelter, great food. The only problem is that it's kind of boring. But for the chance to win the game, I think I can take it.
Celes (to camera): The high from winning only lasts so long. Then it's back to the monotony again. Nothing has changed around here in a while. Then again, I probably shouldn't complain. Any kind of change that could occur around here would probably be for the worse.
*Edgar crouches over a collection of twigs.*
Gau: What you do?
*Edgar cries out as one of them snaps.*
Edgar: Gahhh! Do you have any idea how hard it is to make a recliner out of sticks?
Gau: ...
Edgar: Hey, I'm doing this for YOU...
Gau (to camera): Edgar strange man.
Celes (to camera): I think the boredom may be getting to Edgar. Perhaps he should kill another small animal... that seemed to work for him before.

Strago: Did you ever wonder just what will be shown when this show is edited?
Umaro: Duhhh.
Strago: I know. Will just the important dialogue and interactions be shown? Will all the idle chatter be edited out? Will people never know that we had this conversation? Who decides this kind of thing, anyway? Isn't the character that I am perceived to be more important than who I really am, at least to these people?
Umaro: Rraahhh.
Strago: Good point.

DAY 15
TAGORAN
Gau: Have paper!
Mog: Gau, you know we don't use toilet paper out here because we don't have any... you live in the wild anyway, kupo!
Gau: Grrr. No! Mail paper!
Mog: Ohhh...
Edgar: Here, I'll read it...
*Gau hands Edgar the paper.*
Edgar: "To win today and stay away
And free from a vote's harms,
One will be the eyes and mouth,
The rest will be the arms."
Shadow: Sounds serious.
Umaro: Dahhhrrr...

REBODA
Locke: Well, it sounds like some kind of thing where one of us will be calling out directions to the rest of us while we do some kind of task.
Terra: Hey, good thinking. You know, it couldn't hurt to practice.
Sabin: Totally. We must win this one.
Terra: So... who wants to be the "eyes and mouth"?
Ultros: Well, considering that I don't have any arms...

IMMUNITY CHALLENGE
*The two clans arrive at the beach where the immunity challenge is to take place, this time looking equally rested and well-fed. Johnny Host, looking as rested and well-fed as ever, greets them.*
Johnny Host: Hey guys, glad to have you here at beautiful Gamtro Beach for your fifth immunity challenge. Here's the way it will work. Two groups of two from each clan will be strapped together and blindfolded. A fifth member will sit atop a perch we've built and shout directions to their clanmates, effectively being the eyes and mouth for the clan.
Terra (to camera): I was so happy when Johnny announced what the challenge would be. It was exactly what we had practiced for.
Johnny Host: The goal will be to use the four buckets we've provided and get water from the water tower. There's a cord to pull on, and the water will come from overhead. Fill the buckets as quickly as possible, then bring them back to the start, where each tribe has a half-filled vat of water. The first tribe to get their vat filled to the brim with water will take home the Can't Get Kicked Off Trophy.
*The teams make their selections of who is to lead and sit out. Reboda chooses Ultros to be their caller, while Tagoran goes with Edgar.*
Johnny Host: Tagoran, you're ahead by two members, so you'll have to sit two out. You've chosen Mog and Strago.
*The "arms" of each clan are blindfolded and fastened to each other. The teams for Reboda are Terra and Sabin, and Relm and Locke. For Tagoran, it's Shadow and Umaro, and Celes and Gau.*
Johnny Host: Survivors ready? GO!
*The players each manage to find their buckets, except for Umaro who apparently doesn't see the point in picking his up. Given instruction from their respective leaders, they proceed in the general direction of the water tower.*
Edgar: Straight ahead guys, straight ahead! Faster!
Ultros: All right, you're on the right track! No! Look out!
*Sabin and Terra bump into Umaro and Shadow. Terra drops her bucket and she and Sabin have to stop to retrieve it. Meanwhile, Celes and Gau reach the cord of the water tower.*
Edgar: A little bit in front of you, Celes... okay, you've got it! Pull it!
*Celes pulls the cord, drenching herself with icy cold water.*
Celes: Ahhh!
*She bites her lip to refrain from screaming at Edgar and fills her bucket. Gau does the same. They then turn around and head back towards the starting place. Not long after that, Terra and Sabin, as well as Locke and Relm, find their way to the tower. However, Umaro and Shadow have stopped.*
Edgar: Shadow, get him moving!
Shadow: I can't, he's too heavy!
Mog: (from out of bounds) Umaro! Get going!
Umaro: ...Wuhhh?
*Umaro reaches up and rips off his blindfold so that he can see his pseudo-master. Of course, this blatant violation of the rules does not go unnoticed.* Johnny Host: Woah! Shadow and Umaro, you two are disqualified! You'll have to sit out the rest of this challenge.
Shadow: What?!
*Shadow takes off his blindfold and unhooks himself from Umaro in disgust.*
Edgar: Oh, crap.
*Crap, indeed. With Shadow and a confused Umaro on the sidelines, it doesn't take Reboda long at all to gain a respectable lead. Despite a valiant effort by Celes and Gau to make up for the two-on-one challenge, Reboda easily fills their vat with water until it overflows.*
Johnny Host: Reboda wins!
*Johnny gives Ultros the Can't Get Kicked Off Trophy. The members of Reboda cheer and engage in a big group hug. Celes and Gau pull off their blindfolds and hang their heads. Edgar angrily empties the contents of a bucket of water in Umaro's direction.*
Umaro: (angrily) RAHHH!
Edgar: Yipe!
*Umaro chases Edgar off the beach and into the woods.*
Johnny Host: Well Tagoran, you'll be seeing your second Clan Council tonight. I'll see you there.
*The rest of Tagoran's members head out.*
Sabin (to camera): Oh, man... it feels so good to win for once. I'm going to sleep so well tonight.
Terra (to camera): (with tears in her eyes) I'm so happy... I was getting so tired of losing.
Umaro (to camera): Ruh! Raahhhh ruhh!!!
Gau (to camera): Umaro so dumb...
Strago (to camera): I certainly could've done a lot better than that big white thing if they'd just let me! Ah, well. I'm getting along so well with everyone that I should be safe tonight!
Edgar (to camera): What a frustrating challenge. It's no fun being the leader if we're just going to lose because of a stupid mistake.
Celes (to camera): So, we face our second Clan Council tonight. I wasn't expecting that. We're definitely going to have to win the next one... I don't want to be merging uneven or anything like that.
Shadow (to camera): Everybody's thinking about their future here. They don't seem to realize that one of us is leaving tonight.

NIGHT 15
CLAN COUNCIL
*Seven members of Tagoran walk into the Clan Council area. After tonight, six will remain. There is a somber tone in the air.*
Johnny Host: Welcome, Tagoran, to your second Clan Council. Now, I know it's been a while since you've been here, but I'm sure you remember how this works. Anything you say here, and most of the things you've said and done in the course of your first fifteen days here in the Outback, can and will come back to haunt you. This is where you answer for your actions. But before the vote, I'd like to see how you guys feel about a few things. Does anybody feel like they're totally safe tonight?
Edgar: I know it sounds pretty cocky, but I'll say that I'm safe. I've been doing a lot for the clan, and I don't think I'll be going anywhere anytime soon.
Johnny Host: Anybody else feel that way?
*Nobody speaks up.*
Johnny Host: I'll take that as a no. Now, what happened with the challenge today? Certainly you guys seemed to be the stronger clan, having won most of your challenges up to this point.
Mog: Well, certainly we were stronger, but it really didn't come in to play in this challenge, kupo. It's just that SOME people...
*Mog shoots a look at Umaro.*
Mog: ...can't figure out what they're supposed to be doing, kupo.
Umaro: (ashamed) Uhhhh...
Johnny Host: Well, it happens, right?
Celes: It's not really supposed to happen to us, though. We're supposed to be the winners.
Johnny Host: Well, like it or not, you guys were not the winners tonight. Tonight, one of you will be the fifth player voted out of this game. It's time to vote.

Voice of Johnny Host: Who will be voted out next? Will Sabin eat Relm? Is Umaro as dumb as he seems? Find out the answers to these important questions and more, next week on Survival 2: The Final Fantasy III Outback!

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