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16 characters... 39 days... one message board...
SURVIVAL 2: THE FINAL FANTASY III OUTBACK
REBODA CLAN
Sabin
Setzer (voted out)
Terra
Cyan (voted out)
Locke
Gogo (voted out)
Ultros
Relm
TAGORAN CLAN
Celes
Umaro (voted out)
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 18
CLAN COUNCIL
Johnny Host: All right, guys. Time to read the votes.
*Johnny leaves and quickly returns. He then slaps his forehead, leaves again, and returns, this time with the voting jar. He slowly begins showing the Reboda clan the votes.*
Johnny Host: First vote... Sabin. Next vote... Terra. Next vote... Relm. Relm. Terra. Sabin. Ultros. That's two votes each for Relm, Terra, and Sabin, and one for Ultros.
*Terra, Relm, and Sabin look nervous. Ultros smiles broadly with those big ugly octopus teeth.*
Johnny Host: Next vote... Terra. Next vote... Relm. Next vote... Terra. That's four votes, Terra. Last vote...
Locke: *groan* Relm.
Johnny Host: *glares at Locke* ...Relm. Well, amazingly enough, we've come up with another tie for you guys. It just seems like the board can't be unified when it comes to your clan. Now, how do we determine who gets voted off... we've used pretty much every illogical method there is... Ah, let's just flip a coin. Heads, it's Relm, tails, Terra takes the walk.
Terra: Good luck, Relm.
Relm: *gulp* You too, Terra.
*Johnny pulls out an official Survival 2 Commemorative Coin (only $9.95 via FinalFantasyIII.com) and flips it high into the air. He catches it and looks at it.*
Johnny Host: It's tails. Terra, I'm afraid your time has come. You need to bring me your torch.
*A lone tear rolls down Terra's face, but she admirably puts on a poker face as she brings Johnny her torch.*
Johnny Host: The board has spoken.
*Johnny Host snuffs out Terra's torch, making her the sixth person voted out of Survival 2.*
Terra: Good luck, guys. Go out there and win.
Locke: (sadly) Bye, Terra.
Relm: *sniff* Goodbye!
*Terra takes the Walk of Shame. Johnny turns away from checking out her posterior and addresses the four remaining Reboda members.*
Johnny Host: Well, guys, you've made it this far. The two clans will be merging into one tomorrow. Go back to camp and get some rest, you'll need it.
*Sabin, Locke, Ultros, and Relm, the last four members of the Reboda clan, leave.*
TERRA'S FINAL WORDS
Terra: *sniff* Well, I made it farther than five people, and I'm happy about that. I had hoped to win, but it's not that big of a deal. I guess this is what I get for trying to take care of my clan... it just didn't make me that popular. I don't know how Reboda is going to survive out there now, but I wish them the best of luck. I have no hard feelings toward anyone, and this was a completely amazing experience. I'm going to miss these guys, and I feel bad that I'll be missing out on the rest of the game. On the plus side, at least now I can get a good meal. I haven't eaten well in almost three weeks now. Bye.
DAY 19
REBODA
Sabin (to camera): I can't believe it was Terra who got voted out. I thought for sure it was going to be either me or Relm.
Locke (to camera): Ah, poor Terra... Well, one thing's for sure, I'm going to dedicate the rest of this game to her. As far as I go for the rest of it, I'll do it for her.
Ultros (to camera): *GULP* Who's going to keep Sabin from eating everybody now?! I hope he really was kidding about that whole thing!
Relm (to camera): It could've been me taking that walk instead of Terra. She probably deserves to be here more than I do. But, as long as I'm here, I might as well make the most of it, right? I guess I should just accept that no matter what I do, there are going to be people out there on that board that hate me, and I might as well get used to it.
Sabin: Bummer about Terra, huh?
Relm: You know, Terra would still be here if you hadn't been trying to EAT ME!
Sabin: What? Aw, c'mon Relm, you know I was just joking about that? Ah heh heh...
Relm: I think you're full of it!
Sabin: Hey, that's no way for a little brat to talk to her elders!
Relm: Elders, schmelders! I'm smarter than you!
Sabin: Yeah, real smart, yelling at me like this! You're just going to make everyone on the board hate you!
Relm: Everyone there hates me already! And it's your fault!
Sabin: What?! They hate you because you're just a spoiled little brat with no personality! You know what, I wish I HAD eaten you, just so I didn't have to put up with you! But you'd probably make me SICK!
Relm: Bring it on, you stupid musclehead! I'll just paint your portrait!
Ultros: *walks up* Hey, guys! Are we going fishing today?
Sabin & Relm: NO!!!
*Sabin and Relm storm off in opposite directions.*
Ultros: Erm...
Relm (to camera): It's getting to the point where I don't even care about the game anymore. I know there's almost no chance of me winning. My goal at this point is just to see to it that Sabin doesn't win, either. That big jerk has made this game miserable for me from Day 1, and I think it's about payback time.
Sabin (to camera): I don't know what that danged kid's problem is. Suddenly, she's all about revenge. I never did anything to her! I was just joking about the whole eating thing! Geez!
TAGORAN
Mog: All right, kupo! We merge ahead! Six to four!
Celes: That virtually guarantees that a member of Tagoran is going to win this one.
Edgar: Well, I don't know about a guarantee, but it definitely improves the odds. Especially since we are the stronger clan.
Shadow: I think we should be careful, though.
Strago: How do you mean, sonny?
Shadow: With fewer numbers, they're probably more unified. We have to be united if we hope to go all the way.
Edgar: You've got a point there, Shadow. We can't show them any infighting. Not that there'd be any anyway, of course, but we're going to have to be extra careful.
Gau: Make sense to me!
Celes (to camera): It's kind of funny, how Edgar automatically assumes the "leader" position at every turn. Yes, I realize he's a king, but that's no excuse. When he said there wouldn't be any infighting in our group, all I could think was, "Yeah, right." But, I have to admit that it's important we beat the other clan before dealing with each other. We'll merge, sure, but it's still going to be a team game. I don't plan on losing.
Edgar (to camera): I love how unified our clan is. It must be all the winning... that's giving us great morale and making the game so much easier to play.
Gau: Mail!
Celes: Let's see it.
*Gau hands the piece of mail to Celes.*
Celes: "Half will go visit, say hello to the others,
Half will stay put, and greet guests like they're brothers.
The time for plain team play is done,
It's now time to decide just how two become one."
Shadow (to camera): So, we got our mail, and it said that half of us will be going over to Reboda - I'm guessing to go check out their camp and get to know them - and half will stay here. We selected myself, Celes, and Strago to head over to the other camp.
Strago (to camera): It felt strange to leave the camp and know that someone else was going to be there in our place.
*Shots of Celes, Strago, and Shadow hiking over to the Reboda campsite are interspersed with Relm and Locke taking a different path to the Tagoran shores. By the time the survivors arrive at their respective destinations, it's already getting dark.*
REBODA
Celes: Hello, Reboda!
Sabin: Hi there Tagoran, so nice to have you guys.
*Hugs are exchanged all around, except with Shadow, because he's not really a hugger, and Ultros, because he's icky. So, basically, Sabin hugs Celes and Strago.*
Ultros: "Icky?" Grrr... Right, well, it's getting late. Maybe we should just eat around the fire and get some rest, and then we can show you guys around tomorrow.
Strago: Sounds good to me, I'm starvin'!
Celes (to camera): My first reaction on seeing the Reboda home was, 'This is it?' But, maybe they'll impress me a bit more tomorrow. I have to admit, they certainly know how to treat their guests. A fairly good meal of fish and some good laughs shared around the fire. I still have to remember that my goal out here is to get these very people who are being so friendly voted off, though.
Strago (to camera): I'm glad to be getting some new people into the mix. Sabin told me that my granddaughter Relm's still here, and I'm happy about that. He didn't seem to be, though. Oh, well.
Shadow (to camera): It's important not to lower one's guard. No matter how friendly these people are, they still have their ulterior motives and their own way to try and win this game.
DAY 20
TAGORAN
Gau: Ahhh. Morning, people!
Relm: Thank you, Gau. *giggle*
Gau: Welcome!
Gau (to camera): For some reason, me want eat Relm. No, that be bad.
Edgar: Everyone sleep well?
Locke: Yes, thank you. The shelter you guys constructed is definitely superior to ours. I'm kind of confused as to what that is over there, though.
*Locke gestures to a vaguely recliner-shaped collection of twigs.*
Edgar: Ah, yes, well... that was something Umaro was working on before he got voted off. Anyway, why don't Mog and I show you guys around?
Relm: Sure.
Edgar: Gau, you want to see if you can find some food for lunch?
Gau: Okay!
Edgar: Swell. So, anyway, this over here is the huge rock that absorbs the most sunlight.
Mog: It's Edgar's favorite spot for laying around...
Edgar: A-HEM. Resting!
Mog: ...being lazy during the middle of the day, kupo.
Edgar: Mog kids, of course.
Relm: Of course. *smiles*
Edgar: The water hole is around these trees.
Locke: Wow, right there? We have to go pretty far to get to ours.
Mog: We find it comes in handy when we're thirsty, kupo.
Edgar: We get most of our food from the forest, whether it's berries or the occasional pig...
Locke: PIG?! You're kidding me!
Edgar: Well, that was only once...
Relm: No wonder you guys won all those challenges.
Mog: Yeah, sorry about that, kupo!
Edgar: And of course we also do some fishing. We've been pretty good on food so far.
Locke: Not us. It seems like we've been starving for most of the game.
Gau: *runs up* OO-WAA-OO!!! Big mail! Food!
Edgar: What?
*The group runs over to Tagoran's "mailbox" and, indeed, a large basket of assorted fruit and crackers awaits them.*
Mog: A gift from the heavens, kupo!
Locke: Probably just the powers-that-be... but we'll certainly take it!
Relm (to camera): I had such a great time at Tagoran today. Good rest, good food, good people. It was really amazing, and it helped take my mind off the game for a while, at least.
Locke (to camera): I think we're going to have to move here, should the decision need to be made for the merge. It's so superior to our camp, I don't ever want to leave. I kind of wish I'd been in this tribe from the get-go. These guys seem to be the winners. I'm glad I made it this far.
Mog (to camera): The Rebodas seem to be some good people, but they're kind of losers, kupo.
Gau (to camera): Me like food! AWAO!
REBODA
Celes: So that's the whole tour, huh?
Sabin: Yeah, I'm afraid that's all we've got.
Strago: You know, it's not much compared to ours.
Ultros: Well, we're certainly willing to be moving out! I'm tired of this place!
Sabin: Yeah, me too. That's what the merge is all about, right? Getting to know some new people and almost "starting over".
Shadow: Sounds about right.
Celes: So, if we move to one of the camps, it'll be ours, right? I promise you, it's a lot better than this one.
Sabin: Yeah... okay. Makes sense.
Ultros: Yep.
Sabin (to camera): Celes sure is assertive. She's probably real competitive too. Winning all those challenges fed her ego, I'm guessing. She actually sounds a lot like... well, me. But, I don't care about that right now. All I care about is having a day without Relm. Ahh....
Ultros (to camera): We didn't hear too much from Strago, and I don't think Shadow said more than ten words since he's been here. Celes just yaps and yaps! UWEE HEE HEE HEE!
Celes (to camera): These guys don't have any fight left in them. They didn't really indicate too much whether they're getting along, which to me says they're not. I don't think it should be too tough to keep beating them in the individual stuff.
Shadow (to camera): Celes suddenly acts like our leader when she's away from Edgar. Guess it's the first time she's really had the chance. I don't mind.
Strago (to camera): Is it just me, or is a giant octopus a member of this clan? I think I need some medication.
DAY 21
*At nine in the morning, the two clans meet at the beach, where Johnny Host is waiting for them. They make no motion to get back into their original groups.*
Johnny Host: Well, I see that you guys have gotten the idea - the two clans are now one. There are no more clan distinctions, and immunity from now on won't be by team, but by individual. But, before we get to today's challenge, there are a few issues to deal with. First off, you guys need to decided which beach you'd like to live on as one clan.
*After some very brief discussion, the ten remaining survivors agree that Tagoran would be the best location.*
Johnny Host: All right, that's taken care of. Reboda, your personal items will be waiting for you when you get back there. The other major question will be the name of your new clan. I'll give you guys some time to think about that one.
*There is a slightly longer discussion this time, and quite a bit of deliberation - Gau doesn't want to let go of his selection of "Clan Ungadunga" - before a unanimous verdict of "Reboran" is reached.*
Johnny Host: Well, there you have it. You are now the Reboran Clan.
REBORAN CLAN
IMMUNITY CHALLENGE
Johnny Host: Ah, perfect. As you can see by that wonderfully convenient header...
*Johnny receives confused looks from the castaways.*
Johnny Host: ...it's time for the immunity challenge. First, I'd like to take back the Can't Get Kicked Off Trophy...
*Edgar hands over the trophy on behalf of Tagoran.*
Johnny Host: This will be the last time you see the Can't Get Kicked Off Trophy. Replacing it will be THIS...
*Johnny pulls out a spiffy-lookin' arts-and-crafts-esque necklace.*
Johnny Host: The Can't Get Kicked Off Talisman. The wearer of this is safe; they cannot be voted for at Clan Council. Now, for today's challenge. This one is an exercise in simplicity. Out above the bay are ten posts big enough for a person to stand on. The idea is to be the last one standing. They're too far apart for you to touch one another, and that's against the rules anyway. Basically, all it will take is pure will power to win. Survivors ready? GO!
*The ten remaining castaways swim out to their posts and get up on them. The time starts to elapse.*
Relm: Hey, Sabin...
Sabin: Yeah?
Relm: No hard feelings, right?
Sabin: Yeah, I guess. Whatever.
Relm: I was really upset when I yelled at you. Terra was looking out for me and I was mad when it had to be between her and me. I needed someone to blame it on. Sorry.
Sabin: Yeah, okay kid.
-Two hours-
Celes: Anyone feeling weak yet?
Edgar: No way!
Sabin: Not at all, brother?
Edgar: No!
Mog: Don't you have to pee or something?
Edgar: La la la I'm not listening!
Mog: I don't think you went before you came here! Man, I'd really have to go if I were you, kupo!
Edgar: Aagh. No... Can't... *sigh*
*Edgar jumps off the pole, swims to the beach, and runs off into the woods.*
Johnny Host: All right, guys, that's one down, nine to go.
-Two hours, seventeen minutes-
*Ultros decides that he prefers the water to the very-uncomfortable-for-an-octopus post, and he propels himself in.*
Ultros: Ah, water! The essence of life! UWEE HEE HEE HEE!
-Two hours, fifty-three minutes-
Strago: Hrmm, my old legs can't take this nonsense anymore. I don't have a chance against you kids!
*Strago leaps into the water and very slowly swims to the shore.*
-Four hours, fourteen minutes-
Johnny Host: How's that afternoon sun treatin' you, guys?
Locke: We're doing okay, I think, Johnny. A little hungry, though.
Johnny Host: Oh, really? Well, I'll see what I can do.
*Johnny leaves.*
Celes: Everyone in this for the long haul?
Relm: Oh, yeah. I'm standing up here 'til my legs give out.
Locke: Yep.
Sabin: Same here.
Mog: Kupo!
Gau: Ooh, me too. Me gonna win this! Too easy to stand!
Shadow: ...
-Four hours, twenty-eight minutes-
*Johnny Host returns with a large plate of fresh fruit. He gives some slices to Strago, Edgar, and Ultros, who are waiting on the beach. They munch away happily.*
Locke: Johnny! What about us?
Johnny Host: Come on, it's right here. Come get it!
Locke: But then I'll lose immunity...
Johnny Host: Hey, sometimes you have to make sacrifices!
Locke: Yeah, I guess you're right. But if you want me to give up my post, you'll have to offer me a lot more than some fruit!
Johnny Host: You sure? Well, I'll just leave this fresh fruit over here, with these guys, if you change your mind.
Strago: Don't mind if I do!
-Four hours, fifty-nine minutes-
*Johnny Host returns again, this time with a large pizza. He hands the three jumpers each a slice.
Edgar: Ohhhh, I'm in heaven!
Strago: YUM.
Locke: Okay, that's enough for me.
*Locke jumps down off the post and swims to the pizza. Shadow does the same. They happily enjoy the pizza.*
Johnny Host: I'm running out, here. Any other takers?
Sabin: Umm...
Johnny Host: How 'bout it, Sabin?
Sabin: I need this one, though.
Edgar: Come on, bro. Succumb to the dark side. *waves pizza enticingly*
Sabin: Oh, all right.
*Sabin jumps off and joins the others on the beach. Left standing now are Gau, Celes, Relm, and Mog.*
-Seven hours, forty minutes-
Mog: Bored... so bored, kupo. And hungry.
Gau: Me feel good!
Mog: Hey! You shut your face, wild boy!
Gau: Eesh, what your problem.
Celes: That's it. I can't stand it anymore. It's gonna get mighty cold out here in a little while. (yelling) Johnny, you think I could have a ride?
Johnny Host: You betcha.
*Johnny hops into his canoe and paddles over to Celes. She steps down into it off her post.*
Johnny Host: Anyone else want a ride in?
*Nobody responds.*
Johnny Host: How 'bout it, guys? What do I need to do to get you down? I'm open to suggestion.
Mog: I wouldn't mind having a few kupo nuts, kupo. I'm pretty hungry.
Johnny Host: What about you, Gau?
Gau: No way! Me gonna win!
Johnny Host: Relm?
Relm: Um... Thanks, Johnny, but I really need this one...
Johnny Host: Large mug of hot chocolate it is, then.
Relm: Oh, man...
*Johnny and Celes paddle to the shore. Johnny then departs.*
Relm: I don't know how much longer I'll be able to take this. *sigh*
-Eight hours, fifty-two minutes-
*Johnny returns. He paddles out to Mog.*
Johnny Host: Well, let's see, I got four kupo nuts here...
Mog: FOUR?! Yow...
*Mog steps down into the boat and takes Johnny's nuts. Err... receives the legumes from Johnny. Johnny then paddles over to Relm.*
Johnny Host: Well, Miss Arrowny, how about it? A large mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows and a nice boat ride back to the shore.
Relm: ...
Johnny Host: Well?
Relm: *sniff* Okay. I can't stand up here forever, and... I'm cold.
*Relm steps down into the boat. Johnny paddles over to Gau.*
Gau: Woo hoo!
Johnny Host: That's right, Gau. Congratulations, you've won immunity.
*Johnny puts the Can't Get Kicked Off Talisman around Gau's neck.*
Johnny Host: All right, everybody. There's a Clan Council to head to right about now.
Relm (to camera): I feel bad about losing it at the end, but I really don't think I have what it takes to outlast Gau. I was this close to collapsing, anyway.
Edgar (to camera): Ah, I can't believe I was first off! Oh well, that means I got to enjoy everything that Johnny brought out.
Mog (to camera): I haven't had ONE kupo nut in 21 days, let alone FOUR! What a great challenge!
Ultros (to camera): I think Relm surprised everybody by almost winning the challenge. Makes me kind of nervous if even a little girl can do that much better than me!
NIGHT 21
CLAN COUNCIL
*The ten members of the newly formed Reboran Clan file into Clan Council, looking considerably less bedraggled than they had pre-merge. Johnny Host, of course, notices.*
Johnny Host: Hey there, guys. Well, I notice you're all looking a little bit happier tonight. Anyone care to offer some insight?
Locke: Well Johnny, I think we've more or less accepted that one of us is gone tonight... but, there's not a lot we can do about that.
Mog: And that great food didn't hurt, kupo!
Gau: Me safe, me happy.
Johnny Host: Ah yes, the immunity winner. Anyone else think they're safe tonight? Anyone feeling particularly unsafe?
Relm: I'm not feeling too good about my position tonight. But, I hope people respect that I tried my hardest at the challenge.
Sabin: I feel the same way.
Johnny Host: The two clans coming together certainly offers a different demographic, but you guys haven't had much of a chance to explore that quite yet.
Umaro: The Tagorans seem like great people so far!
Celes: You know, it doesn't seem right, just when we start getting used to each other, someone is going to be voted out.
Johnny Host: Interesting. Anyone have anything else that they think should be said? ...no? Well then, I guess it's about time to vote. Remember, this is an important vote, because if you get past this one, you'll be in the game, in one way or another, until the end. The next seven people voted off after tonight will comprise the jury, who will ultimately help to select the sole survivor. Let's vote.
Voice of Johnny Host: Who will be the seventh person voted out, the first of the new Reboran Clan? Whose game ends here? Find out next time, on Survival 2: The Final Fantasy III Outback!
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