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Chapter 1 by Mick
It’s the 20th September 2013 in Papua New Guinea, Oceania. Papua New Guinea wich is… Ok, nevermind. Let’s get starterd!

It’s 6:00 in the morning and the only noise heard from far awal is the sound from the helicopter of the famous adventurer and also grill cooker – Beer Grills.

"Welcome Survivors!” said Grills in a voice ready for possibly being killed in a moment.

"Welcome to Man vs. Machi… Wild! In this show I show all of the lazy, fat people how to move their ass and be cool like me!" said Grills in a tone of arogance "So this time we’re heading to a jungle in Papua New Guinea in Oceania. Yes, I know what are you thinking now – "What? I thought New Zealand was the only one”, but know. You’re wrong” – said Grills in a d-bag way "On the right you can see some losers calling themselfs Survivor ORG contestants, or something like that… We don’t have time for these suckers, so let’s leave them alone” said Beer Grills in a d-bag tone (again)

6:35, Beer and the cameraman have finally reached their destination. "So… We’re finally here, that means we need to do the most important thing that a survivalist must do in a sitiuation like this.” said Grills with an evil smile on his face The drama is intense. What will that be? Kill animals in order to get food? Find a resource of water? No? Then what is it? "The most important thing that a survivalist must do is… Drink your own piss! Yes, you understanded me alright. Drink your own piss!” said Beer Grills in a pretty disturbing way

After Beer Grills doing his infamous move, him and the cameraman are moving deeper into the jungle… „Ok. So now we need to find some protein! Protein is one of my favourie stuff cause you get to eat bugs and be strong and healthy aswell!" Grills responded hapilly

After hours of exploring, shelter building, fire making, hunting, the viewers will remember the bug eating and the urine drinking… After couple hours something happened that never happened before… Let me tell you step by step what happened…

‘’To all the fatter people out there - try going to a random country with no food and risking your life. Thrust me. You won’t be fat anymore!” – said Beer with a rude tone of voice Suddenly the cameraman has dropped his camera and blew up for some reason. "You son of a Beaver!” Grills shouted with anger "Our whole material is ruined!”

"Relax… We can film this on a green screen anytime we want to.” replied the cameraman with a unbelievably calm voice "How do you want us to get out though!” Beer Grills continued to stout "I’m going to call the producers. Just wait a second.” – said the cameraman

After about an hour later the producers have arrived to save them, but there was a huge surprise for Grills… "We can only take Jefrey the cameraman with us, cause there is only room for one person.” said the producer in the way that it seemed like he doesn’t care "What?!” replied Beer Grills with a shocked voice "Why can’t you take the both of us?”

"We actually can, but we don’t want to. We would like to see how long will you last without the bag of normal food” replied the producer "Ok. Bye Grills! We have to go now. Good luck!” Beer Grills has been left alone, speechless… "Well… I’m f**ked…” said Grills

Chapter 2 by Matty
Three days had passed since Beer Grillis was left on his own. He was able to make his own fish rod made out of sticks to catch fish, and built a fire to cook the fish. One day while Beer Grillis was exploring he saw someone lying on one of the rocky mountains. That person was the famous Jif Prusbt! Beer Grillis ran up to him in shock.

“Please don’t be dead!” he screamed in Jif’s face.

Out of no where, Jif stood up and slapped Beer in the face, “I was just sunbathing you idiot!”

“How come you’re here?” asked Beer.

“Ugh, don’t get me started,” Jif spits in disgust, “Some assholes tricked me into believing that there was a new season of Survivor starting here, but I guess not.”

“How did you get here?”

“By plane.”

“Then where’s the guys who flew the plain?”

Jif pointed at a cave. When Beer walked inside he saw the skeletons of three males. When he looked back at Jif he could see him licking his lips and rubbing his stomach.

Jif and Beer decided that the best way to survive the wilderness was to work together. Beer moved into his cave were the lived together, ate together, and hunted together, until Beer became fed up with Jif’s constant blue shirts and attacked him. “Please don’t hurt me!” yells Jif trying to stay alive.

“Jif,” smirks Beer, “Your tribe has spoken,” Beer sticks a spear into Jif’s heart.

After Beer is finished devouring Jif, he takes over Jif’s cave and continues to live their until one day......

“I’m back!” says Jif as he creeps into the cave.

Chapter 1 by Abraham
Papua New Guinea, Day 4 of my marooning.

It's been a hard on my mind, my body and my soul. I normally turn to prayer at this point, but all seems bleak. It feel like it's the twilight of my life. I was a respected, but eccentric businessman, with my wealth I went out to many countries, shared pictures and stories of the many cultures and traditions this world has to offer, like the twirling dancers at Turkey, to the honor and art of Samurai warriors in Japan. For many, I've seen it all.

But, I wanted more, I needed more to see. So, I decided on a journey to somewhere far beyond my limits, to see places that could push my boundries to the maximum. I did not expect it to be like this.

I landed by plane at Sumatra for a stopover, and from there we took a yacht towards the islands of Papua New Guinea. I didn't want to directly land there for I wanted challenge, and how brash of me to want it.

Now, I stand here on this lush jungle, soaking from the rough, choppy ocean; shipwrecked from the comfort of any luxurious yacht. I came by to look at what was left of that, a simple flag pole with a torn flag of my homeland, now left with just a blue strip of fabric stuck on a rock from the harrowing storm.

The only thing I've managed to salvage from all this...this destruction, is this booklet. I write all of my pain in these words, and whoever finds it, I hope you can tell my family somehow, that I love them.

Never have I felt this careless about what I've done. Now I stand here, alone, my crew all gone, either washed away at another island, drowned in the sea, or worse, have been viewed as food by hungry monsters of the deep.

Day 7 of my marooning

I've been looking for food, but little luck. I've only ingested a raw shell fish. Desperation has made me throw disregard to whatever I'm eating. Nourishment is what my body is crying for. Fire has been made at least, it's something natural for me. But inside, I feel like I've lost all hope. The shelter I've built is good enough to shield me from the storms, but I've had no luck in building up my morale.

My heart is filled with regret. I cannot imagine the pain I've dipped myself into. The family I've left behind, now their wondering where I am. I can only wish for their safety, if only I can see them on a video call right now.

Bats have been flying around the jungles, and for days I've been trying to catch one for a meal... No avail, they are agile, quick, they fly away. Just like how I've left my family, flying away in these petty trips. I have paid the price for my hunger to travel and experience.

All I wish for, is to redeem myself. To show that I truly care for my family, and that home... Home is where I belong.

Day 8 of my marooning

I have finally caught a bat today. Pretty much in a primal sort of way, I gutted it and had it roasted in the fire for a meal. It's probably the best meal I've had in a long time. It doesn't match to a Heston Blumenthal type meal, but it'll do for now. Each moment I've had, while people will see as minor moments, but they are such incredible achievements.

From the sturdier shelter, to the actual taste of meat. It's a simple life now, but I would still think about my home. My wife and daughter... I can only wish to go home. They only see me with an awkward 'Hi' and silence. My need to work and travel, I've come to realize that is has only damaged my relationship with them.

It is only a wish, a wish that I must complete in this lifetime. Even if I die here, I just wish that they will be alright...that my daughter can grow up to be a good person...

That is all I want.

Chapter 2 by Andrei
Day 20 of my marooning

Life here has become too depressing. My energy is running lower every day, so is my morale. I have no idea how long I will be able to take this. I do not even have the strength to keep writing about this adventure.

At times, I think of my family and remember that I need to leave something behind so that they remember me… But then the darkest thoughts invade my mind. What if no one even finds these writings? What if my loved ones have already moved on? What if they just stopped caring about what might have happened to me? What if they aren’t even alive anymore?

This island is supposed to be paradise… And I am stuck in a hell of devouring thoughts. I cannot leave behind who I used to be and get in touch with my primal self, and it is getting to me. I wish there was a way for me to get rid of this paranoia… But then I would also have to give up hope that one day I will get out of here. I am not ready for that kind of sacrifice.

Day 30 of my marooning

Two days ago, the weirdest thing happened. I saw myself become a shell of a person. I was somewhat aware of what was happening to me… But it did not hit me until I caught myself staring into a fire for god knows how many hours. I left my camp, went to the beach, and I saw not one, not two, but three fucking boats sailing at sea. Three. None of those even came close to noticing that I was waving, screaming the hell out of my lungs… This is the hardest hit I have taken so far and the closest I have come to just climbing a cliff and throw myself off it, and end this once and for all.

Day 40 of my marooning

In the Bible, there is a story about Jesus walking through the desert for 40 days straight. This is my fortieth day on this island. And this is where my journey has to stop. I will either make it through this day and escape this goddamn island of solitude, or die at sea, trying to find where these boats even come from… or where they’re going. I’ve spent the last ten days trying to build a raft, observing the movement of these boats… There must be land somewhere. There has to be humanity somewhere near. There has to.

Chapter 1 by Mark
Manus is mythically known as a “Cannibal Island” in Papua New Guinea. Residents from neighbouring islands believed that it was haunted by notorious human-eating people, so no one have ever tried to go there even for a glimpse of an eye from a nearby place for they’re afraid of their life.

One stormy evening, a group of fishermen decided to catch fish since there was no enough food supply that can sustain their entire barrio due to continuous rains. They have already knew that there will be a big danger upon sailing, Jericho and his friends still managed to ride with their boat deep in the night. After hours of battling with the big waves, they’ve reached the midst of the sea safely. But just after minutes of fetching fish by their nets, suddenly stronger winds and waves abruptly toss their boat!!!!

Jericho and his fellow fishermen can’t find a way to balance the boat until a huge volume of water splash in to their boat!!!! SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHH!!!!!!!! They try to get rid off of the water by using dippers and bucket but still the boat completely submerged into the deep sea!!! The fishermen float and swim as much as they could, but they struggled to survive at the midst of the sea for 4 long hours and sadly the fishermen were later on drowned and died because they were worn out except Jericho stays pliant through the storm for more hours and continues to swim towards the nearby island.

He grasps a deep breath as he approaches the sand and lie down at the seashore to take a rest. After minutes of wondering on what happened to him last night, he started to walk in the island, he felt something different! He was stunned on what he sees!! Much to his surprise, it is the so called “Cannibal Island”! But the irony is that it is a living paradise! Not the myth far above them knew!! It has trees bearing healthy fruits and vegetables, flowers blossoming with pleasant scent! Cool breeze that relaxes your mind, animals harmoniously living and playing with nature! It also has butterflies flying above the meadows with amazingly different colours! What a wonderful magnificent place one could ever imagine!!!

Chapter 2 by JR
And so, a “paradise” it was. Jericho could not believe what he is seeing. It’s like everything he needed was here. All kinds of fruits, vegetables and the animals, name it, you’ll find it here. Jericho strolled around completely forgetting the tragedy he had just experienced. Well, it’s inevitable. He might just have forgotten even his name seeing all these things he had just been dreaming of.

And so he walked and walked, not showing any sign of being tired. He just grab an apple here, next thing, he’s munching on a pear as big as his fist. He literally felt like a king, getting all that he wanted. Finally he stopped to get some rest. Under a big tree, he slept like he hadn’t been sleeping for a week.

When he woke up, he found himself all tied up and surrounded with all these little people. He tried to untie himself but he just couldn’t do it. These tiny human beings are way too strong than he thought. He’s now single-handedly carried by one of them. Finally, they’ve reached this town of more tiny beings. This time he was with a community of small people. He was dropped right in the center of these mushrooms like houses. The group of tiny people gathered around him murmuring. Suddenly, a huge voice came out of nowhere. It’s like the voice of a 40 year old man. The crowd made a way for him. It was the King of the tiny beings. So the King introduced himself, they are the guardians of the forest. They are called Manions. His name is King Papus. They’ve been living there like thousands of years now. Before he continues, he commanded his soldiers to free Jericho and he went into the house of the King. Magically he passed through the small door opening of the King’s mushroom palace. Inside was a large space like you’ll not imagine it outside. And so the King continued his story, he told Jericho, they’ve been waiting for him for a long time. Being the first human to set foot on Manus Island, he was the person that could save the island of Manus.

The island of Manus is in the brink of dying, losing its magic and eventually will destroy all the islands of Papua New Guinea. Why, because the source of power and magic of the island was stolen. It was the magical bird that was stolen by Papon, the son of King Papus. He took it with him to the darkest part of Manus Island. But, the Magical Bird cannot be contained by anyone except by a human with a courageous and good heart so Papon ended up turning into a stone.

So King Papus, plead for Jericho to help them save the island and save the whole of Papua New Guinea. Without hesitation, Jericho started his journey to get the bird.

And so, the journey went on, Jericho went by himself. He passed through different obstacles, creatures created by the envy in the heart of Papon. He managed to pass through it all by staying courageous and focused on his purpose. Finally he found the bird flying over the statue of Papon. It was indeed beautiful.

It shined very bright even in this darkest part of the island. The bird stopped flying and rest on the head of the statue. Jericho went and reached for the bird. Then he rushed back to the mushroom castle and returned the bird to its proper place right in the heart of Manus Island.

The whole island rejoiced having saved the island from destruction. Papon returned to returned to the Castle regretting all that he has done. King Papus thanked Jericho for saving the island. He asked him if he would like to stay but Jericho wanted to return to his community.

So King Papus, arranged Jericho’s safe trip back to his community and gave with him supplies of vegetables, fruits and animals enough for the whole barrio to feed on during the rainy days.

And so, Jericho came back and was welcomed very warm. The whole barrio rejoiced and celebrated. Jericho told his story about the island and the people were even happier to learn that Human Eating People really don’t exist in the island, well he did not tell them about the Manions, that’s for them to find out.

Chapter 1 by Blake
On a jet near the island coast of Papua New Guinea, I was feeling the fresh air out of an open window. My wife died during pregnancy which killed my would've been infant daughter. I have to resort to a bottle of whiskey to keep myself sane. My only choice to keep myself sane was booking a vacation to Suva, Fiji to go on a treasure hunt. The pilot in the cockpit was flying the plane smoothly on a warm summer night. It wasn't before long before a catastrophe changed my life forever.

"Help! I think I'm having a heart attack!" the pilot screamed.

"Is there a defibrillator on the plane?" I asked the pilot.

"No," he answered, "those were removed because of budget cuts."

I had no time to argue with the pilot, so I had to get out of the plane before I was about to be a fatality like my wife. A widow does not have to die right away, you know what I mean? We began to lower in altitude into the ocean. My only choice was to find a parachute and jump off to the nearest island which is Papua New Guinea. I had to move the food supply to even get to the parachutes. This was a cheap skydiving expedition that was about to cost me my own life. I had to find an exit and open up or else I would become like Amelia Earhart.

I found the exit near the back of the plane. The switch to open the exit was a code, which was easy to remember because of my Australian heritage. A popular song has to be played to open the exit. I entered the beat to "Down Under" by Men at Work hoping it would work. Any other choices would've been "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC or "Need You Tonight" by INXS. As slow as a snail the door began to open. I jumped for dear life with an altitude of five hundred feet.

The wind was blowing at high speeds in my face as I was spiralling onto the island. With the training from my younger sister, I became a professional skydiver. One of my feats was to jump off the Chrysler Building and land safely on a U.S. Mail truck. The crowd gave me praise and roses for the incredible feat. At three hundred feet, I pulled the strap and I let the chute run free. I would not see my mates or have Shrimp on the barbie for a while. I was copying the style of James Bond from "Tomorrow Never Dies". I was approaching PNG with a swift style. I was approaching the island like it was moving towards me, Oceanic Flight 815 was in the dust already for me. Feet were about to hit the land but unintentionally hit the top of a Dacrycarpus imbricatus, a type of coniferous tree in PNG. Luckily, the tree was 12 feet off the ground so I would survive. But, my head accidentally hit the ground instead of my feet. I wouldn't remember what happened over the thirty-one years I lived for. I was on the ground passed out and blinded with darkness. From that day on, my life is changed forever.

Chapter 2 by Sean
...and that's how Regina George died. No, I'm totally kidding! LOL!!!

Judge Ratings
5 marks for creativity of writing, 5 marks for grammar/spelling, 7 marks for storyline and 3 marks for character developement. Your stories were assessed as a WHOLE (both chapters put together).


 * Abau: 13/20
 * Daru: 18/20
 * Mendi: 16/20
 * Wewak: 8/20

And with this, Wewak have been dissolved. George, Blake, Sean, Kim, and LP too aren't currently in a tribe.

Here's what's gonna happen, before we go into any detail, LP gets to choose which tribe he goes into. The choice is entirely up to him, he can choose Daru, Mendi or Abau. Once he chooses I will explain what will happen to the remainder of you!  