Board Thread:Season 17 - Sardinia/@comment-4975295-20140525183402/@comment-24728615-20140526100631

































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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center">'''<span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Chapter One '''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">It was a dark and moonlit night at the host’s camp. A roaring fire set a peaceful mood as the group sat in each of their places around it. “Guys! Hello?” shouted a voice from the distance. Adam glanced over to Sharky, expectantly. He let out a deep sigh and said, “It’s not my turn dude, I went last time.”  Jerby pretended he didn’t hear anything and Justin avoided eye contact and sat there twiddling his thumbs. Adam realized no one was going to get up and see what Ian could possibly want. “Where is Kaffe anyways?” thought Adam, “Isn’t this what assistant hosts are for?”  His back ached as he stood up to head out to the source of all the noise. It had been a long day of judging terrible memes and his patience was simply running dry.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Adam found Ian staring at the stars on a beach away from the others. “What’s up dude?” asked Adam. “You said you were stepping down as a host but you keep turning up, what do you want?”  Ian turned away from Adam abruptly and crossed his arms. Adam suddenly realized how insensitive he was being. “Sorry man, I’m just tired,” he explained. Ian met his eyes, and held his gaze for a while before looking back at the starry skies over the ocean. “It’s alright, I was just out here thinking about our upcoming immunity challenges and thought you guys might want to hear an idea I just had.”  Adam, remembering all too well the flop of an immunity challenge they had conducted earlier that day and all the complaints they received about how subjective challenges like a roast don’t belong in a game like Survivor, tried to break it to Ian as softly as he could without being dishonest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">“Yeah man, I mean… that immunity challenge… it was terrible. Like, really bad. You should be ashamed.”  Ian seemed hurt by Adam’s bluntness. Adam offered a friendly pat on Ian’s shoulder as he sat down next to him on the sandy shoreline. “I know it’s hard to conduct something like a roast without bias, and judging can be subjective. That’s what I’m trying to make up for here, an immunity that I think they’ll really enjoy. What’s more, it’s completely fair and unbiased!”  Adam noticed spark of excitement in Ian’s eyes as he talked about his new idea. In the pale moonlight, he thought Ian was kind of cute as he enthusiastically went on to explain the premise of the challenge. “It’ll work like this,” Ian explained, “We’ll bring them in and, as teams, they’ll all roll a set of dice. The team with the highest total of points from the die rolls will win immunity!”  Adam was speechless. A faint sound of cricket chirping could be heard in the distance. “….Ian,” Adam said, looking deeply into his eyes, “I love you man, but that… quite frankly… is probably the worst idea you’ve had yet. This is even worse than the roast. I’m sorry.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"">Ian’s face quickly turned red from blush. He looked down at the ground and stayed silent while he drew in the sand with a stick. Adam felt bad for Ian, he was having a rough time, but no one could deny that Ian wasn’t doing his very best to be a good and helpful co-host. They met eyes again, and Ian said, “I love you too, dude.”  Naturally they both moved to hug it out, because after all is said and done, regardless of how bat-shit insanely botched immunity challenges can get, it’s always in the name of good fun. The hug lingered longer than most do, between friends. Adam thought to himself, “No, this hug… it’s something more.”  As they slowly drew away from each other they remained looking into each other’s eyes. “Adam…” Ian said softly as he closed his eyes and moved his face forward. “Ian…” Adam replied as he moved his lips near Ian’s ear. He whispered to him: “Thanks for checking out SDK we hope you enjoyed the video, be sure to leave a thumbs up or a comment and check out our main channel MannnTV.”

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