Board Thread:Season 10 - Côte d’Ivoire/@comment-1582230-20131116211629

In the end, one tribe submitted their full story and one did not. So by default...

SAVANES WINS IMMUNITY!

Congratulations Savanes, for the first time in this game (at least for Mike) you are safe. As for Lagunes, Tribal Council tonight where someone will be voted out of this game. Grab your stuff and head back to camp. Tribal will be posted shortly.

STORIES:

Savanes:

Chapter 1

I sat in front my desk staring blankly at my books. I wasn't really studying. I wasn't even paying attentions at the letters. I had woken up 30 minutes ago and I have been sitting on that wooden chair rocking myself at the slightest. I just heard a noise followed by a dry scream that bounces from wall to wall. My neck nearly snaps when I turn around. Nothing. I get up and start walking towards the door at a slow but steady pace nearly dragging my feet as I wrap my fingers around the rusty knob. I have lived in this old house since the first day of my life. It was owned by my grandmother and I bet she wasn't the first owner from the house. The wooden planks creek under my feet. It feels like screams escape from under them each time I lift my foot. Another scream this time shorter and like it was cut in half. I feel the goosebumps extend over my arms as I reach the door to Taylor's bedroom. Another scream and Im shaking as I twist the knob. When I hear the click of the door opening and I push it open seeing how my sister lays on the floor. Her white night gown stained of red. Her golden hair laying on strands some dipped on the puddle of blood the others over her face. Her skin is white nearly glowing with the light from the hallway. I know she is dead but I drop myself to my knees and shake here. I see cuts on her neck and stomach. I get up and glare at her body. I hear the screams like she was screaming from the other side. Just then I realize it comes from my parent's bedroom



Chapter 2

My parents bedroom is down the hall. I walk even slower this time, fearing the cold screams from behind that door. I'm only a few metres away from my sisters bloody corpse when I noticed something on the ground. It's the axe from my fathers workshop. I quickly pick it up and inspect it more clearly. The first thing that hits me that this was the weapon that killed my sister, but something puzzles me. The blood on the axe was dry, this would indicate she died serval hours ago. I continue my walk towards my parents bedroom. Holding the axe In front of me like A mass murder. I approach the doors when I hear it. My Mother screaming my name " Stop Hayden Please". She's crying as I bust into the door. The air in the room is as cold as Antarctica. On the floor lies my mother dead alone. She's in a pool of her own blood. I see the cuts on her neck and stomach like my sister had. I'm even more confused again. Why did she tell me to stop, did she know I was outside? I've resented these people for a long time but i don't want to see them like this. Something unnatural is happening, my head is spinning to much. Where is my father, did he kill them? The axe I am holding is his. I get up and hear it, more screams coming from downstairs. This time it's a males voice. I run out the doorway and slam the door behind me. I look down at my feet, their covered in blood. I must of stepped in my mothers blood. I approach the stairs, just listening to the motion coming from below it.



Chapter 3

The creaking and cracking of the stairs below chills me to the bone as I stand still waiting for my next move. I can see a shadow coming upon me when all of a sudden I hear a whisper in my ear I turn and see nothing. I freeze on the spot, my brain to stimulated to make any decision. The shadowy figure move again and I see it's face It looks like that of my father, only more grotesque. The face looks at me and grins. At this point I have had enough, "Is this a dream" I think to myself. I run to my room with no regard for the strange creature. I lay in my bed and try to sleep thinking maybe this dream will end with a new one. I lay there for fifteen minutes. My mind begins to ease as I think my ordeal is over. I fall to sleep, but soon after am awoken by the creaking of the door. I turn and look at the door that is now slightly open. Then I quickly look behind me..... and BAM! I am struck over the head.



<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Chapter 4

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<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I wake up... screaming. I rush to my sisters bedroom nothing is there. No blood, no sister, nothing. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">I run to my parents bedroom and barge the door open. and again, nothing. i run down stairs and its the same. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">no blood or nothing. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Was it a dream? no, it couln't have bee, i felt the blood on my feet, the cold metal when i picked up the axe, and the dry blood on the tip. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">i walk towards my dads workshop to see if the axe is there, its not. my heart drops when i see its not there. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">All of a sudden, my head trobes, i fall to the ground, i look up and the axe is there. i pick it up... <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Now im in my sisters room, lifting up the axe and... <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">im in the main hallway, with my dad running towards me, i swing my... <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">im back in the workshop, the axe is gone <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">could it have been me? no i couldnt have... <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">the throbbing comes back, in my parents room now swinging the axe at my mom. every hit making more blood spill out. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">im back in the workshop, lieing on the cold concrete floor ===== <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">I remember everything...

Lagunes:

<span style="white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Chapter 1:

<span style="white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">Once upon a time, on a very cold and scary night, a baby pickle was born. But this was no ordinary pickle. It had..Powers. It could control almost anything it wanted. It sent all of its siblings to Macdonalds to be put into 99p burgers. Its was a horrid sight. One night the pickle finally snapped.......In two. One half still had a mind, but the other was alas, a pickle. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="line-height:1.15;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;white-space:pre;"> <span style="white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;">The pickle was named Guadelupe Tickledatpickle. It was not like any pickles at all it was brown and mushy. It was like the pickle and somebodies poo had sex. One day when Guadelupe was in a pickle jar it decided too go to Mcdonalds in Mexico or America, lets say new Mexico.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;line-height:20px;white-space:pre-wrap;">Chapter 2:

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;line-height:20px;white-space:pre-wrap;">It saw things that twisted its mind. Guadelupe was never the same, when it returned home it drunk 39 liters of bleech. It was Guadelupes time too get eaten. She was put in a burger where the cheese and ketchup was having fun with the dead pickle, not in a sexual way tho when the burger was served too a guy named Philup. When he ate the burger Philup was poised too death. The Guadelupe pickles were not over yet.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Today there are 800000000000000000000000000 Guadelupe pickles served.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">AND THEY ARE COMING FOR YOU <ac_metadata title="Day 17 - Immunity Challenge #6 Results"> </ac_metadata>