Challenge 4

[Rob Mariano]

Athenas is just as long as ours

[Eliza Orlins]

It doesn't matter to me. How is the poster coming, those of you who are working on it?

[Rob Mariano]

Who is working on the poster? Jenna and Aaron?

[Eliza Orlins]

Survivor: One By One

One By One, it’s a pretty simple concept in theory. Especially in the game of Survivor. We started as 16, two tribes of eight people. Now there are only 6 of us left, and we are terrified. We dominated the game early on, of course this was when it was still a game, now it has become the ultimate form of survival. It started before the merge. Amanda had pointed out after being voted out, Ian, from the tribe, should have been the first member of the jury of nine. Eliza had brought up that the jury could only consist of seven this season, and no one thought anymore of it. That was 6 days ago. Now we merged, with a six to three majority, and we began picking them off. We walk into tribal council that night, knowing that it will be Russell going home, and he will be the first person on the jury. It wasn’t an eventful tribal, nothing out of the ordinary, until Carlos snuffed Russell’s torch and he walked off into the distance. As we were leaving, Rob turned his head swiftly towards Russell’s exit trail, and swore he heard a slight, almost hushed cry for help. He then turned his head to both Wendy Jo and Aaron, neither of whom heard anything. He decided it was due to being tired and they returned to camp.
Three days had passed, and we returned to tribal council. Jenna was beaming with the immunity necklace around her neck, knowing she was safe. We walked into Tribal Council to see Carlos wearing his usual maniacal smirk, and we began. To our surprise he still didn’t introduce the jury. With only 8 of us remaining, there was definite concern. Countless houghts and twists were running through our heads, Before the vote Courtney had asked to be removed as she had broken her foot and could no longer continue. After the vote Cochran was voted out 6-1, and just us Chehalis remained. Courtney and Cochran walked off together, and Rob had never left their backs. This time, there was a scream, a piercing loud scream that no doubt came from Courtney. Startled, we confronted Carlos, who denied the scream. But there was no hiding it. We returned to camp, terrified.
The next day, we waited around camp for treemail. And we waited. And waited. At dusk we received a parchment in treemail, no fancy decorations, no tribal insignia, just three words. The parchment read “One By One”, not alerting us to a challenge or a change in the game. We stayed at camp and waited until the following day. Nothing came, just a parchment, “One By One”. After the third day and third parchment, we decided something was wrong. Aaron, as strong headed as always, decided to venture out to the production quarters while the rest of us waited at camp. Minutes turned to hours and still no word from Aaron. As we sat around the fire we saw Aaron, stumblimg down the path, blood spattered clothes and gashes on his forehead. He makes it to camp and falls to the ground. Amanda rushes to his aid and turns him over, as the rest of us watch all of the color drain from her face. He was dead, the rest of us stood there, unsure of everything. Amanda reaches down and grabs a parchment scroll from his hand. It read “One By One”.
We scowered the island for help or any form of a clue. Deserted. The island was deserted, and in turn, so were we. We returned to camp, the five of us too confused and reeling in shock from Aaron’s death and abandonment. Wendy Jo, trying to make sense of the current situation, devises a plan. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. We needed to get off the island.
Rob, Eliza, and Jenna stay behind to make a fire signal and attract a plane, while Amanda and Wendy Jo gather water. Upon arrival at the waterfall Amanda gathers water while Wendy Jo goes to the restroom in the woods. Rob builds a fire, while Jenna and Eliza gather wood for the blaze. A scream is heard. Rob, Jenna, and Eliza run to the waterfall and see Wendy Jo in tears, and Amanda under water. She was struck by a rock, rendered unconscious and drowned. By the water jugs was a parchment. Upon reading it we realized this was no accident. It read “One By One, who will be the Sole Survivor?”
Terror sets in as we realize just exactly what has happened. We run back to camp. Jenna tries to comfort Wendy Jo, but to no avail. Finding Amanda in the lake was something she wasn’t going to just get over. We took turns standing guard while the others slept. We were still unsure of what we were keeping guard from, but someone watching over us gave us some sense of security. When morning broke we all got up and tried to come up with a plan. That is, everyone except Wendy Jo. She stayed in bed awhile longer, still stuck, the events of yesterday running through her mind. When she awoke, she ran to our sides and gave each one of us a hug. Taken aback by her action, we assumed it was due to needing some form of comfort. As she retreats she grabs the machete and we watch with wide eyes as she plunges the machete into her chest. We rush to her side, and with her last dying breath she says, “They can’t have me”. Eliza pulled the machete out, in case we needed it, and tied around the handle of the blade was a parchment. And it read, “One By One”.
What started out as terror quickly turned to panic. Three people were dead and there were only three of us left. We needed to get off the island. Jenna suggested we go to the cliffs as they are most visible to the sky and we have our best chance of being seen. We run through the jungle, Eliza still clutching to the machete and after about 3 hours we arrive at the cliffs. Just then we hear the buzzing of a helicopter in the distance. It was flying right towards us. We started screaming and gesturing frantically towards the helicopter. This is it, we were saved, we were going to live, we made it. The helicopter was going to stop, it had to have seen us, we were going to get of this forsaken Island. We watched with desperation and disbelief as the helicopter passed us. Standing there. Defeated.
After trying in vain to come up with another plan, Eliza said, realizing our fate, “There’s only one way off this Island." Hope turned to fear for Rob and Jenna as we realized she was still clutching the machete. “Only one of us can be the Sole Survivor,” she said. Jenna and Rob quickly realized what she meant, and everything became clear. The reason they never needed a jury, the reason that there were no more challenges, the reason that we were deserted was that it had become a game of survival in its most basic form. Staying alive is the only way to win. Seeing your name at tribal was way worse then being voted out, it was a death sentence, and then when it was no longer needed they left us to take out each other until there was only one.
Eliza was swinging the machete towards Rob and Jenna. They ducked and ran to evade her attacks. We backed away, and then we stopped. They had no choice. Eliza had them cornered. It was either face Eliza with a machete or fall to their death with the edge of the cliff. Eliza swung, knowing she would hit Jenna and a smile broke on her face. Just as she was about to take Jenna's life, Rob jumped in front of her and she struck him in the chest. Jenna stood there crying as Eliza stood there satisfied. Eliza looked at Jenna and swung. Jenna ducked and while Eliza’s balance was thrown off from her miss Jenna pushed her and watched as Eliza fell to her death. She ran to Rob’s side, clutching him. He looked at her and smiled, knowing that she did it. She made it, she would make it off the island. She bent down and kissed his face and his eyes closed, with his final breath he said “Jenna, You are the Sole Survivor”.

[Eliza Orlins]

Yes, Jenna and Aaron. Above is my revised version of Rob's post. I fixed some grammar and spelling errors

[Wendy Jo DeSmidt-Kohlhoff]

Survivor: One By One

One By One, it’s a pretty simple concept in theory. Especially in the game of Survivor. It starts with 16, two tribes of eight people. It isn't until there are 10 left does the terror truly begin. One tribe dominates the game early on. Amanda points out after being voted out from the tribe Ian should have been the first member of the Jury of Nine. Eliza brings up that the jury could only consist of seven this season, and no one thought anymore of it. That was 6 days ago. Now merged, with a six to three majority, Chehalis begins picking off the others. Walking into Tribal council, it was clear that Tom's time was up and would be the first member of the Jury. It wasn’t an eventful Tribal, nothing out of the ordinary until Carlos snuffed Tom's torch. Tom walks off into the distance. As the Tribe leaves, Rob turns his head swiftly towards Tom's exit trail and swears he hears a slight, almost hushed, cry for help. He turns his head to Wendy Jo and Aaron, neither of whom heard anything. He chocks it up to being tired and they return to camp.

Three days pass, and the Tribe returns to Tribal Council. Jenna, beaming with the immunity necklace around her neck, knows she is safe. Carlos wears his usual maniacal smirk. To the surprise of the Tribe, he still doesn't introduce the Jury. With only 8 remaining, there was definite concern. Countless thoughts and twists run through the heads of the remaining Survivors. Before the vote Sherea asks to be removed as her broken foot makes it imposible to continue on. After the vote Rocky is voted out 6-1, and just Chehalis remain. Sherea and Rocky walk off together, and Rob head never leaves their backs. This time there was a scream, a piercing loud scream that no doubt came from Sherea. Startled everyone confronts Carlos, who denies the scream. But there is no hiding it. The tribe returns to camp, terrified.

The next day, everyone waits around camp for Tree Mail. And they wait. And wait. At dusk the tribe receives a parchment in Tree Mail. No fancy decorations, no tribal insignia, just three words. The parchment reads “One By One”, not alerting to a challenge or a change in the game. The remaining Chehails members stay at camp and wait until the following day. Nothing comes, just another parchment. “One By One”. After the third day and third parchment, it is clear there is something wrong. Aaron, as strong headed as always, decides to venture out to the production quarters, while the rest wait at camp. Minutes turned to hours and still no word from Aaron. As the tribe sit around the fire, Amanda spots Aaron stumbling down the path. His clothes are splattered with blood and the gash on his forehead is pouring blood. He makes it to camp, and falls to the ground. Amanda rushes to his aid and turns him over, as the rest watch all of the color drain from her face. He was dead. Amanda reaches down a grabs a parchment scroll form his hand. It read “One By One”.

The tribe scours the island for help or any form of anything. Deserted. The island is deserted. They are deserted. The living castaways return to camp, the five too confused and reeling in shock from Aaron’s death and the abandonment by production. Nothing makes sense. Wendy Jo, devises a plan. There were no ifs and or buts about it.Everyone has to get off the island.

Rob, Eliza and Jenna stay behind to make a fire signal, hoping to attract a plane. Rob builds a fire, while Jenna and Eliza gather wood for the blaze. Meanwhile, Amanda and Wendy Jo gather water. Upon arrival at the waterfall, Amanda gathers water while Wendy Jo goes to the restroom in the woods. A blood-curdling scream echoes from the jungle. Rob, Jenna and Eliza run to the waterfall and see Wendy Jo in tears, and Amanda under water. She was struck by a rock, rendered unconscious and drowned. By the water jugs was a parchment It reads “One By One, Who will be the Sole Survivor?” This is no accident. Terror sets in as everyone realize just exactly what has happened. Jenna tries to comfort Wendy Jo, but to no avail. Finding Amanda in lake was something she wasn’t going to just get over. But Eliza isn't buying her tears. Eliza shares her concerns with Jenna and Rob. They just scoff. Wendy Jo couldn't hurt a fly. Could she?

The castaways take turns standing guard while the others slept. No one said what they were keeping guard from, but they were all thinking the same thing. They were keeping guard from whoever killed Aaron. And each other. Someone watching over, gave some sense of security. When morning broke everyone got up and tried to come up with a plan. That is, everyone except Wendy Jo. She stays in bed awhile longer, still stuck by the events of yesterday. Amanda's face underwater keeps running through her mind. When she woke, she ran to the others and gave each one of us a hug. Taken aback by her action, the three chock it up to needing some form of comfort. As she retreats she grabs the machete and the tribe watches with wide eyes as she plunges the machete into her stomach. Rob and Jenna rush to her side.

“They can’t have me,” Wendy Jo murmurs with her last breath.

Eliza pulls the machete out and tied around the handle is a parchment. “One By One”.

What started out as terror quickly turns to panic. Three people were dead and there were only three left. Escape from the island is vital. Jenna suggests we go to the cliffs as they are most visible to the sky and have the best chance of being seen. The three run through the jungle, Eliza still clutching to the machete and after about 3 hours they arrive at the cliffs. Just they arrive they hear the buzzing of a helicopter in the distance. It was flying right towards them. Rob, Jenna, and Eliza start screaming and gesturing frantically towards the helicopter. This is it, they were saved. No one else was going to die. They made it. The helicopter was going to stop, it had to have seen them. However, the three watch with desperation and disbelief as the helicopter passes over.

After trying in vain to come up with another plan, Eliza realizes their fate.

“There’s only one way off this Island”.

Hope turns to fear for Rob and Jenna. Eliza is still clutching the machete.

“Only one of us can be the Sole Survivor” she scowls.

Jenna and Rob quickly realize what she means, and everything becomes clear. The reason they never needed a jury, the reason that there were no more challenges, the reason that we were deserted. It had become a game of survival in its most basic form. Staying alive is the only way to win. Seeing your name at tribal means more than being voted out. It was a death sentence. When it was no longer needed, they left the remaining Survivors to take out each other until there was only one.

Eliza swings the machete towards Rob and Jenna They duck and run to evade her attacks. They backed away and then stopped. They had no choice. Eliza had them cornered. It is either face Eliza with a machete, or fall to their death over edge of the cliff. Eliza swings, knowing she would hit Jenna and a smile breaks on her face. Just as she is about to take Jenna's life, Rob jumps in front of her. With a sicking thud Eliza strikes him in the chest. Jenna stands there crying as Eliza stands there with a satisfied smirk. Eliza looks at Jenna and swings. Jenna ducks and while Eliza’s balance is thrown off from her miss, Jenna pushes her and watches as Eliza falls to her death. She run to Rob’s side, clutching him tightly. He looks at her and smiles, knowing that she did it, she made it, she would make it off the island. She bent down and kissed his face and his eyes closed.

With his final breath he says “Jenna, you are the Sole Survivor”.

[Wendy Jo DeSmidt-Kohlhoff]

I edited some. I changed it from first to third person, since the first person POV is never given to anyone specifically. I also changed it from past to present tense.

I tinkered some adjectives and such to create a better picture. What do you guys think? Did I miss something?

[Eliza Orlins]

Looks good Wendy

[Rob Mariano]

it needs to be Red.

[Jenna Morasca]

Before we submit, there are a few other words that need edited. Like: "She run to Rob’s side, clutching"... Should be "She runs to Rob's side, clutching"

I am unable to edit tonight. But I will tomorrow.

[Wendy Jo DeSmidt-Kohlhoff]

Nov 21, 2011 1:10:11 GMT -5 Jenna Morasca said:

Before we submit, there are a few other words that need edited. Like: "She run to Rob’s side, clutching"... Should be "She runs to Rob's side, clutching"

I am unable to edit tonight. But I will tomorrow.

Thank you! I know I missed some. I tried to be as thorough as possible.

[Jenna Morasca]

No problem Wendy Jo. It's what I do... Proofread. I am heading out of the door. Taking my son to therapy. It's out of town and a big storm headed our way. I will get back as soon as possible to edit.

[Aaron Reisberger]

Heres the poster I came up with...

[Eliza Orlins]

Lookin' good!

[Jenna Morasca]

Survivor: One By One

One By One, it’s a pretty simple concept in theory. Especially in the game of Survivor. It starts with 16, two tribes of eight people. It isn't until there are 10 left does the terror truly begin. One tribe dominates the game early on. Amanda points out after being voted out from the tribe Ian should have been the first member of the Jury of Nine. Eliza brings up that the jury could only consist of seven this season, and no one thought anymore of it. That was 6 days ago. Now merged, with a six to three majority, Chehalis begins picking off the others. Walking into Tribal council, it was clear that Tom's time was up and would be the first member of the Jury. It wasn’t an eventful Tribal, nothing out of the ordinary until Carlos snuffed Tom's torch. Tom walks off into the distance. As the Tribe leaves, Rob turns his head swiftly towards Tom's exit trail and swears he hears a slight, almost hushed, cry for help. He turns his head to Wendy Jo and Aaron, neither of whom heard anything. He chocks it up to being tired and they return to camp.

Three days pass, and the Tribe returns to Tribal Council. Jenna, beaming with the immunity necklace around her neck, knows she is safe. Carlos wears his usual maniacal smirk. To the surprise of the Tribe, he still doesn't introduce the Jury. With only 8 remaining, there was definite concern. Countless thoughts and twists run through the heads of the remaining Survivors. Before the vote Sherea asks to be removed as her broken foot makes it impossible to continue on. After the vote Rocky is voted out 6-1, and just Chehalis remains. Sherea and Rocky walk off together, and Rob's head never leaves their backs. This time there was a scream, a piercing loud scream that no doubt came from Sherea. Startled everyone confronts Carlos, who denies the scream. But there is no hiding it. The tribe returns to camp, terrified.

The next day, everyone waits around camp for Tree Mail. And they wait. And wait. At dusk the tribe receives a parchment in Tree Mail. No fancy decorations, no tribal insignia, just three words. The parchment reads “One By One”, not alerting to a challenge or a change in the game. The remaining Chehails members stay at camp and wait until the following day. Nothing comes, just another parchment. “One By One”. After the third day and third parchment, it is clear there is something wrong. Aaron, as strong headed as always, decides to venture out to the production quarters, while the rest wait at camp. Minutes turned to hours and still no word from Aaron. As the tribe sits around the fire, Amanda spots Aaron stumbling down the path. His clothes are splattered with blood and the gash on his forehead is pouring blood. He makes it to camp, and falls to the ground. Amanda rushes to his aid and turns him over, as the rest watch all of the color drain from her face. He was dead. Amanda reaches down a grabs a parchment scroll form his hand. It read “One By One”.

The tribe scours the island for help or any form of anything. Deserted. The island is deserted. They are deserted. The living castaways return to camp, the five too confused and reeling in shock from Aaron’s death and the abandonment by production. Nothing makes sense. Wendy Jo, devises a plan. There were no ifs ands or buts about it. Everyone had to get off the island.

Rob, Eliza and Jenna stay behind to make a fire signal, hoping to attract a plane. Rob builds a fire, while Jenna and Eliza gather wood for the blaze. Meanwhile, Amanda and Wendy Jo gather water. Upon arrival at the waterfall, Amanda gathers water while Wendy Jo goes off to find a spot to go to the bathroom. A blood-curdling scream echoes from the jungle. Rob, Jenna and Eliza run to the waterfall and see Wendy Jo in tears, and Amanda under water. She was struck by a rock, rendered unconscious and drowned. By the water jugs was a parchment It reads “One By One, Who will be the Sole Survivor?” This is no accident. Terror sets in as everyone realizes just exactly what has happened. Jenna tries to comfort Wendy Jo, but to no avail. Finding Amanda in waterfall was something she wasn’t going to just get over. But Eliza isn't buying her tears. Eliza shares her concerns with Jenna and Rob. They just scoff. Wendy Jo couldn't hurt a fly. Could she?

The castaways take turns standing guard while the others slept. No one said what they were keeping guard from, but they were all thinking the same thing. They were keeping guard from whoever killed Aaron. And each other. Someone watching over, gave some sense of security. When morning broke everyone got up and tried to come up with a plan. That is, everyone except Wendy Jo. She stays in bed awhile longer, still stuck by the events of yesterday. Amanda's face underwater keeps running through her mind. When she woke, she ran to the others and gave each one of us a hug. Taken aback by her action, the three chock it up to needing some form of comfort. As she retreats she grabs the machete and the tribe watches with wide eyes as she plunges the machete into her stomach. Rob and Jenna rush to her side.

“They can’t have me,” Wendy Jo murmurs with her last breath.

Eliza pulls the machete out and tied around the handle is a parchment. “One By One”.

What started out as terror quickly turns to panic. Three people were dead and there were only three left. Escape from the island is vital. Jenna suggests we go to the cliffs as they are most visible to the sky and have the best chance of being seen. The three run through the jungle, Eliza still clutching to the machete and after about 3 hours they arrive at the cliffs. Just as they arrive they hear the buzzing of a helicopter in the distance. It was flying right towards them. Rob, Jenna, and Eliza start screaming and gesturing frantically towards the helicopter. This is it, they were saved. No one else was going to die. They made it. The helicopter was going to stop, it had to have seen them. However, the three watch with desperation and disbelief as the helicopter passes over.

After trying in vain to come up with another plan, Eliza realizes their fate.

“There’s only one way off this Island”.

Hope turns to fear for Rob and Jenna. Eliza is still clutching the machete.

“Only one of us can be the Sole Survivor” she scowls.

Jenna and Rob quickly realize what she means, and everything becomes clear. The reason they never needed a jury, the reason that there were no more challenges, the reason that we were deserted. It had become a game of survival in its most basic form. Staying alive is the only way to win. Seeing your name at tribal means more than being voted out. It was a death sentence. When it was no longer needed, they left the remaining Survivors to take out each other until there was only one.

Eliza swings the machete towards Rob and Jenna. They duck and run to evade her attacks. They backed away and then stopped. They had no choice. Eliza had them cornered. It is either face Eliza with a machete, or fall to their death over edge of the cliff. Eliza swings, knowing she would hit Jenna and a smile breaks on her face. Just as she is about to take Jenna's life, Rob jumps in front of her. With a sickening thud Eliza strikes him in the chest. Jenna stands there crying as Eliza stands there with a satisfied smirk. Eliza looks at Jenna and swings. Jenna ducks and while Eliza’s balance is thrown off from her miss, Jenna pushes her and watches as Eliza falls to her death. She runs to Rob’s side, clutching him tightly. He looks at her and smiles, knowing that she did it, she made it, she would make it off the island. She bent down and kissed his face and his eyes closed.

With his final breath he says “Jenna, you are the Sole Survivor”.