Day 9

Episode 3: Our Trio’s Down To Two.

Day 9

The muffin tribe was full of celebration; they had won the immunity challenge and now had one more under their belt than the opponent. All was cheerful at the muffin encampment… well, maybe not all...
Victory was nothing but bitterness for Dylan as he knew that Cori could possibly be voted out during the next tribal council, there was nothing further that he could do… but pray, and pray he did.
Meanwhile, despite the constant bickering that went on at this tribe, it was purely rejoice today as the tribe prepared a feast.
“Ok. Hello Muffin Tribe! Today is a day of celebration; therefore we are having a feast! We are serving sliced muffin, mashed muffin, whole muffin, all served in bran flavour!” Katie tried to be enthusiastic in this hollow scenario.
Katie had no idea what this cockiness was about. She knew that they had only one once and that it may not happen again. This cockiness would reflect on how they performed in future challenges, how they acted towards others, and overall how they played the game. Katie knew that she could not become like this, she knew that she would need to take total advantage of this cockiness before they faced the music. There two things worse than alcohol, the first is racism; but only slightly less than that is power. These people were so power hungry that they would do anything now that they think that they have it “In the bag”. These people are stupid, and they will pay.
“Julia, this is our chance. The guys of this tribe are crazy on power and they don’t know how to use it. If we can get Mike and Dylan to vote with us next week, I can talk to Jeff about a crazy idea that may just spark his interest.” Katie pleaded her case.
“Will that really work? I mean… won’t he realized what has happened to him after we lose a challenge?” Julia felt uneasy about this plan.
“You’re right, we need something full-proof, that can’t fail. We need a plan.”
So Katie and Julia knew what they had to do. They would work long and hard on a plan to pull one of the stooges over to vote with them.
In the meanwhile, they enjoyed the feast. It was nothing more than bran muffins, but it was great nonetheless.
“To our victory, and to many more!” Jeff said.
Jeff came off strong, but on the inside, he knew it wouldn’t last. He was only doing his best to keep tribe morale going, and give the team the boost they needed to keep winning. But in reality, he knew that victory wouldn’t last.
The other tribe mates were just as hollow on the inside as Jeff and Katie; they didn’t realize why they were having this celebration after only one victory, but decided to go along with it, for fear of looking like they didn’t want to win. After all, who wanted a target on their back?
This foolish cockiness was perfect for Dylan, who decided to go along with it. The more confident they became, the easier they would lose. Dylan needed Cori to be safe, and he would do whatever he needed to do to keep her safe. He figured that each immunity that they lose, Cori is safe one week longer. He was the happiest and cheeriest he had ever been, knowing he was doing it for a good cause.
The Banana tribe was preparing for Tribal Council, as nobody knew who was voting for whom.
Ryan had promised his vote to the guys. Would he stay loyal with his newfound alliance or vote with the alliance he had formed from Day 1?
Would Cori and Ingrid have the majority that they needed to vote out one of the boys in the tribe?
Would Michaela, who was fighting for her life in this game, continue to play everyone in her path and be ruthless as always? Or would she let feelings get in the way?
How about Elizabeth? Would she follow her alliance with the girls? Or would she shake things up by voting with the guys?
How will the guys get themselves out of this jam? Will this struggle of genders continue after the tie is broken? Only time will tell...
All of this was about to be revealed as the MTV’s pulled in to take them to Tribal Council.
“Welcome Survivors to the third tribal council. With the exception of Cori and Michaela, this is your first tribal council. If you walk towards the cash registers located it front of you, they each contain a credit card with your name on it. In a mall, credit cards are your life. When your credit card expires, so do you.” Andrew greeted them with a cheery smile. He enjoyed watching them suffer.
“Let’s start with a few questions, shall we?” Brittney asked.
As the contestants had no choice but to agree, the questions began.
“So Cori, did you have some sort of relationship with Dylan, if so how did this twist affect you?” Andrew asked.
“We were close, close friends,” Cori answered. “I do miss him, but I need to keep playing, no matter what.”
“A respectable answer,” Andrew responded.
“Now Michaela, how did changing camps affect you and your game plan?” Brittney asked.
“Well, it has definitely changed the way I am playing the game, I have made new friends over at this camp. But overall it is definitely a good way of blindfolding me and throwing me out of a plane.” Michaela answered to the best of her ability.
“Well let’s get down to it, it’s time to vote. The person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. Michaela, you’re up first.” Brittney explained.
So one by one they voted: Michaela, Steven, Cori, Cody, Ingrid, Elizabeth, Daniel and finally Ingrid cast her vote
“I’m sorry, but if you think that you can go around saying I’m a waste of bananas, well I’m sorry to tell you but this vote is for you.”
“Cody.” she snarled maliciously.
“We’ll go tally the votes, the person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. Hold your breath...” Andrew said as he went to get the votes.
“First vote, Ingrid.” Andrew said briskly.
“Second Vote, Ingrid.” Brittney said.
“Third vote, Cody. That’s two votes Ingrid, one Cody.” Andrew read.
“Fourth Vote, Ingrid.” Brittney read.
“Fifth vote, Cody.” Andrew said aloud.
“Sixth Vote, Cody. Three votes Ingrid, Three Cody.” Andrew read.
“Seventh Vote, Ingrid.” Andrew said.
“This is the last vote,” Brittney explained “Eight Vote, Cody.”
“It is a tie, in the event of a tie, we must go to the survivors and see if their votes will change,” Andrew explained.
“Will your votes change in the event of a revote,” Brittney asked.
Unanimously, the contestants said no to this revote.
“In this case we have prepared that all contestants draw coins from a hat. There are seven silver coins, and one red one. Whoever draws the red coin will be eliminated from the competition.
So the survivors started to draw coins. Michaela, Ingrid and Cori all drew silver. Then it was Cori’s turn.
“Please Lord let me draw a sliver!” Cori prayed.
So as Cori reached in, the Lord must have been watching because she pulled out a silver coin.
Steven was up next, he had not taken part in much real action in the first week, but unfortunately he drew the red coin, and was eliminated from the competition.
“Steven, the tribe has spoken.” Andrew said as Steven's card was cut in two with a pair of school scissors. “It just goes to show what happens when you leave things to fate, someone who didn’t deserve it just got eliminated. Sleep on what you have done.”


Steven’s Final Words
“Well, everything was going for me. Except luck. I don’t know what more I could’ve done. As far as I was concerned, my under the radar strategy worked, I had a firm alliance and bananas were easy to live on. I guess someone was against me though. I’ll be back and better than ever, don’t you worry. Peace out.”