Extreme Survival Games (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDoctor46</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 23:54:30</strong>
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				It had been a long 3 years. 3 years of struggles and problems but now Andres Gonzalez was ready to unveil his masterpiece to the world. He was the CEO of a company which specialised in genetics. They were seriously struggling for money however and as such he had put all the money that they company had into doing this new venture, spending the money on the island they had found, spending money on the research they put into changing the genetics of the animals on the island as well the plants. No expense was spared and would never be. The plan was to drop individual scarcely dressed women onto a tropical island, an island that was only inhabited by wildlife. They would have to find shelter, build their own beds, find their own food. It was the ultimate challenge and that was before they added the special aspect to it. The company had spent millions on finding out about how to genetically alter the flora and the fauna, the plants and animals were not like ones in the real world, they would be controlled by him, and no one else would know this, no one.<br><br>The show was simple, the women would be dropped onto the island, the person who survived the longest in a certain amount of time would win $5 millon. This wasnt why they were doing the show however. Rich people and corporations would make milliion dollar bets on different things, whether it be who was going to win, who would lose, who's gay, who would lose the tasks.<br><br>The island itself was isolated in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by sandy beaches, the water was clear blue, the sun shone down on it. There was different sections of the island, each contestant would be dropped into a different part, made to discover and search to find the main part, where he was expecting the girls to find each other and live together. He knew there would be fights, he was counting on it. Inhabiting the island was many many different species of animals, some near extinct, some more normal, however they were all genetically modfied, and all under his control. Most of the island was covered in trees, the only thing that could and would provide shelter to the contestants.<br><br>Today was the first day of the competition, everything was in place, from the transportation, to the island, to the animals and plants, and Andres was ready too. They were announcing the contestants online, and they would then have to travel to a specified location where they would be transported to the island. Four names had been officially announced, their names; Samyra Johnson, Christina Snow, Mikaela Rumtrakoff and May Watanabe. However more would be announced.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.mumboisland.com/upload/293_tn.jpeg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 15:20:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Candidate: Samyra Johnson<br><br>(http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r240/YulesRo/Samyra.jpg)<br><br>Nationality: Turkish/American<br>Age: 22<br>Colour: White<br>Status: Active</span></span></div><br><br>A tropical island. Which girl doesn't dream about that. Best of all, all I had to do was survive and I would go home with 5 million dollars. How hard can it be? Well surely I had expected the drop off to be done differently. The four candidates, me included were given our outfits, each a different colour bikini that couldn't possible be smaller. Mine was white. Which didn't really match my skin colour but alright. C'est la vie. Five million dollars and I could buy a golden one if I wanted. Anyway, I had expected us to be dropped off by a boat but instead we were each loaded in a different helicopter and flown to the island seperately. The noise the damn thing made was deafening and it would so mess up my hair when I had to get off. <br><br>Before we were taking into the helicopter, our bags were taken with everything in. We weren't allowed to bring anything to the island. Just us and our 2 square inch bikini's. Not even my damn cigarettes. The flight was a bit longer than I thought it would be and after an hour I began to realize just how remote that island was. I had seen nothing but bright blue ocean for at least half an hour when the helicopter lowered altitude and I saw a green island. Lots of trees at least and a small beach. It flew over the beach and lowered to land at a rocky side of the island. I was the lucky one being dropped on the rocky side. Only I didn't know that. I still had the idea we would be all together. How wrong I was. <br><br>This was it, the pilot told me. Before I could even react, one of the men pushed me out of the helicopter and I fell down. It must have been about 15 to 20 feet when I hit the water. I hadn't expected that. While peddling in the water to stay up and get my composure back, I looked up and saw the helicopter fly away again. In the distance I could see another helicopter which had, no doubt about it, dropped off another of the girls. When the roar of the helicopters faded I began to realize where I was. <br><br>There were no sounds at all, not even the surf. The ocean was like a milk pond and the only sound was coming from my hands peddling the water. I looked around and saw nothing but cliffs. I had to climb one to get out of the water, or swim. As I made my way to the cliffs I noticed a very small beach and decided that would be my starting point. From there on, I could think about where I was and how to get to a better place on the island. I do hope the other girls are dropped off in a similar location. I started swimming towards my destination.
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				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 16:11:26</strong>
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				Candidate: Christina Snow<br>Nationality: American<br>Age: 21<br>Colour: Caucasion<br>Status: Active<br><br>Chris waded to shore, her hands pushing her wet hair back from her face as she scowled up at the departing helicopter, "Thanks a lot guys!" she yelled after them. In the end, being dropped 20 feet into the ocean nearly bare assed was worth the five million she was going to do her damned best to win.<br><br>The flight out had been longer than expected, and she had not been thrilled with the green two piece they had left her with... the butt floss was just not her! but she hadn't been overly worried about the fact that her small pack had been taken. She was, in fact, more concerned about the stetson that her brothers had bought to celebrate her going on the show. That and her boots, but here she was, standing on a sandy beach in nothing but a couple... well three... triangles of material and a string up her crack looking at a heavily wooded island... at least she didn't have to worry about sunburn.<br><br>Chris looked about and watched 3 other helicopters vanish into the distance and decided to set her mind to surviving... first order of business... find drinking water!<br><br>She pushed her reddish gold hair back from her forehead again and trotted into the underbrush; hoping that she could get far enough into the woods to overcome the sounds of salt water on sandso she could maybe hear the sound of running water and smell the difference. If there were just 4 of them, she could avoid the others until it was time to do something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 20:37:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Candidate Name: Mikaela Rumtrakoff<br><br>(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcBJLJuFp1E/T0f60teWvQI/AAAAAAAAB2s/WdjFzGOShlI/s640/2007-redhead-curls.jpg)<br><br>Nationality: Russian<br>Age: 24<br>Color: Red<br>Status: Active</span></span></div><br>Mikaela sat quietly on the helicopter looking at the blue skies above her and the blue waves under her. She was mentally getting prepared for everything that she would go through. She had seen many survival shows while on her depression and she thought those shows could help her in this show. Five million dollars were enough for her treatment so she had to win. To her the treatment was of course more adventures, she could always relax doing crazy stuff and this was by far the craziest she had ever done.<br><br>When the helicopter started going down she shook her head, "Leave it in here, I will jump". She smirked as she watched the reactions of the people on the chopper then a grin in most of them. She opened the door and looked at the water under her. Without much thinking about it she jumped focusing more and more as she came near the water. Once she was on the water she started swimming to the island arriving a couple of minutes after.<br><br>She could laugh by herself, she missed this. Once inside the island she looked around, all she needed was to survive longer than the rest which would prove to be a challenge since she had no idea where the others were. Taking a deep breath she looked at the sky, it was still early in the morning. She walked to the forest&nbsp; and then started walking deeper to the forest. Not having anything at all other than her bikini would be a challenge so she maintained her eyes peeled for stuff she could use. Hopefully she could find a waterfall or some sort of clean water so she could make camp near that place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 01:24:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Candidate Name: May Watanabe<br><br>(http://i47.tinypic.com/qqq39t.jpg)<br><br>Nationality: Japanese/American<br>Age: 26<br>Colour: Black<br>Status: Active</span></span></div><br>May was already leaning out of the helicopter, her hands holding the sides of the open door. It would prove to be convenient for what the crew had in mind. "Wow, this place is gorgeous! Don't really look forward to having to survive in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikini though. Probably going to burn to a crisp. So, when is tribal council? Where is the first activity? Oh! Hey, are you going to pin a microphone on me or somet-AH!" <br><br>She was cut off as she was crudely shoved out of the chopper, her arms pinwheeling as she flailed about in panic and surprise. May hit the water with a loud splash, but rose to the surface moments later, treading water. She sputtered, pushed her hair out of her face and shouted, "You could've warned me! God, all people in Hollywood are so rude!" She glared daggers at the retreating helicopter, then turned to watch three more soar away from the island. Crew? Or more contestants? She was certainly the only one here at the moment. <br><br>After swimming to the beach, May adjusted her little bikini and pushed her hair back again with a little sigh. She bounced on her toes and clapped her hands together once, something she did when she was trying to get herself pumped up. It made her rack bounce quite enticingly, though. Good for the audience at home. "Okay, May, thing to do number one; stop talking in the third person. Check. Thing to do number two; find fresh water. Sea water will kill you. Thing to do number three; find shelter, as being eaten by island predators will kill you. Thing to do number four; find food, because starving to death makes for a lousy time." She bobbed her head and set off, heading in the direction of the lush trees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDoctor46</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 11:10:33</strong>
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				<em>All girls dropped off sir, over and out</em><br><br>The call came from the person that had been put in charge of all four helicopters, which were given the task to drop off the girls who would start the survival games. There would be more, but these four were the best out of the applications they had recieved so far. Each one of them were given a bikini. They were all exactly the same apart from the colour which had been left down to the girls to choose. Samyra had chosen white, Christina green, Mikaela red and May had chosen black. They were the skimpiest bikinis that you could ever imagine and this had been done purposely so to make people watch online.<br><br>Cameras were all over the island, built into every single tree, although it was a deserted tropical island, they had spent years on there setting up, getting ready so that when the girls were dropped, that they could be watched every minute of the day. He stood up at his desk and pushed his chair back as he walked slowly outside onto the balcony area that overlooked his workforce. ''Right everyone... gather around....'' There had been a large TV set up on the wall of the lab that he was overlooking, it would be split into how ever many contestants were on the island at the time. ''5....4.....3....2....1...''. He pressed the button and the TV turned on, all fours girls on one split screen. They could now watch their every move and react on any ideas they had, such as new genetics, new formulas or anything they saw on the island that wasn't quite right.<br><br>Andres smiled before he walked back into his office. He didnt have a scientific background, he had been put in charge to try and save the company, this was the last attempt before he moved on. He had a limited knowledge over what they done to the wildlife on the island. The plants had been put there, it wasn't there natural habitat. Not every plant on the island was controlled by him, but there were quite a few scattered around that were. They had been grown in the labs to do specific things, some were able to attack, both physically and sexually, whilst the animals had all been injected with special formulas. Some had been put onto the island after two years of raising them. There were prehistoric animals that people thought were extinct on the island, as well as common animals such as snakes, wolves and monkeys. All were controlled by him, and could do things that humans could do.<br><br>He loaded up the website and clicked the all important button that would upload it onto the web, both the video footage where anyone could click on a particular contestant, getting different camera angles, they could go multiscreen, and also the bidding page as well as voting page. The first vote had been on their as soon as the contestants had been announced, and they were voting for which girl they wanted to come across the dreaded main plant, which had large vines, a vice like grip which could hold an elephant within its grasp without a problem, but that could also undress and fuck a human. There was an hour left on the voting and the money was already standing at $400,000 from the charges for voting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 12:28:34</strong>
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				Christina Snow, Age 21<br><br>Chris paused and leaned against a tree to catch her breath. The run hadn't been that hard or far, but the humidity could get to you as easily as the heat.<br><br>She looked about her and categorized the plantlife. She knew that plants that traditionally had shallower roots would be closest to ground water, but patches of leafy plants were a more sure indication of it. If she found water, she could handle food; she had already seen a couple of potential sources.<br><br>Her hair was drying and she wished for a brush, but it was a minor issue. Pushing herself back up, she continued at a more sedate and careful pace. Using both her ears and nose in addition to her eyes, she set about a methodlogical search for the all important water. You could go for days with food, but water was much more important.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 14:16:38</strong>
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				<strong>Samyra Johnson</strong><br><br>Having finally reached the small bit of land I realized it was larger than it had looked from the water. It was still utterly lifeless though. I looked around again and weighed out my options. Take the climb up the sheer rock cliff or try to make my way around the cliff and see if I could reach lower grounds through the water. After looking up, I decided the climb was off. It was a sheer 50 foot climb and I didn't have any thing to try it with. <br><br>Being out here in the full sun I felt it burn already especially since my body was wet. If I wanted a shelter tonight I had to get off this stupid little beach. If only the helicopter had warned me I had to jump I would have looked around. Based on nothing at all I decided to go south along the cliffs. <br><br>I waded in and was happily surprised that the water was only as deep as my chest, which left me with the problem of my arms. Under water or hold them up? After two steps with them under water I realized it was far easier to hold them up and I made good progress. When I looked back I felt a little panic. My little landing beach seemed very small again and there was no land in sight yet ahead of me. What if something happened now? <br><br>Bravely I ploughed on until I noticed the cliffs sloping down towards a beach. Finally! I upped my pace a little bit and soon arrived at the most spectacular I ever saw. This was even better than on pictures. The sloping terrain with the dense jungle with palm trees overhanging the small beach. I felt good to be out of the sun finally and I took my time to rest and think of a plan. The terrain meant it wouldn't flood here at the tides and the palm trees at least proved there were coconuts. How to open them I had no idea. I really wasn't a survival expert I was just here for the money and surely they wouldn't let us die on television. <br><br>When my body temperature had gone down enough I got up and decided to wade into the jungle to see if I could find some water or other edible or otherwise useful things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 19:30:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Candidate Name: Mikaela Rumtrakoff<br><br>(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcBJLJuFp1E/T0f60teWvQI/AAAAAAAAB2s/WdjFzGOShlI/s640/2007-redhead-curls.jpg)<br><br>Nationality: Russian<br>Age: 24<br>Color: Red<br>Status: Active</span></span></div><hr><br>She looked around the forest, the plants were very beautiful and some flowers she had never seen before. With a smile on her face she knelt on one flower on the floor and picked it up, it smelled strange but she liked it. The sounds of nature was all around her, birds chirping and other sounds were heard all the time. She let out a sigh, this would be more difficult than what she expected. The first order of business was to find some water and a place to mount a small base, under a tree or a cave would be the best places to stay.<br><br>The other best alternative was near the beach but she needed to find a pure water resource near the beach thing that was very difficult to find. The island seemed pretty small which gave her a advantage, if she explored the entire island she knew what to expect and what not to expect and she could formulate a plan with the information gathered. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 20:48:38</strong>
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				<strong>May Watanabe</strong><br><br>May sighed happily as she entered the shade of the forest, glad to out of the scorching island sun for a moment. The grass was soft under her bare feet, much easier on her than the hot sand. She swept her hair back and moved forward, ever on the lookout for a supply of fresh water. Eventually, she did find a little stream and was delighted at the minor success. It wasn't much water, but it was probably flowing from somewhere and if she found where it was coming from, she'd have a water supply. That was priority one. The young woman knelt by the side of the stream, then bent over and cupped her hands. She splashed some of the cool water on herself, on her face and chest, making her skin glisten with those sweet droplets. She sighed happily. Next, she leaned in and sipped some from the steam itself. Once she'd drunk her fill, May felt refreshed and rose to her feet again. "Well, there's one problem solved. Let's see where this goes. Maybe I can find some food along the way." The asian smile and started to head upstream. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 11:02:11</strong>
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				<strong>Samyra Johnson</strong><br><br>The higher I got on the island the more I started to think how they would film us. I mean some camera's were obvious as they hung from trees but that would leave vast part uncovered. Then, when I reached a small lake on top of the cliffs, I forgot all about that. From this small lake a small narrow river sprouted that probably ran all the way down to the island. Maybe to the ocean or into another lake. <br>Up here there was no protection from the sun but the views were spectacular. This really looked like a good place for a camp. The jungle was only a 50 yards away on this open field to make a shelter and there would be this supply of fresh water. <br>I cupped my hands and took a zip from the water. It wasn't as cold as I hoped but it still felt refreshing. I drink my share and then looked around. The panoramic view gave me a good look over the entire island and I realized that somewhere down there, three other girls were moving around with probably the same things on their minds as me. Water, food and shelter. I had found the water and knew where to make a shelter but no food yet. Also, I had no idea how to build a shelter. Building stuff was a guys thing and as far as I knew, they weren't here. <br><br>Then I noticed a strange plant I had never seen before and something that looked like turds. Eew. The plant was thick and veiny and felt a bit like rubber on the touch. The footprints next to it seemed strange as well. I don't think I knew an animal with these kind of footprints. <br><br>Not being scared away by the footprints as they weren't too big, I walked down the stream a bit until it ended in a waterfall. This side of the cliff was sheer as well, just as the side on the ocean and the water cascaded down with quite some noise. I must have walked up the only sloping bit of this hill. The chances of there being fish in this small lake and stream were virtually none so I had to find something else. As I walked back to the top of the hill, I came across a fruit tree. <br><br>The fruits looked good and juicy although I had no idea what they were and if I could even eat them. I took one from the ground and took a careful bite. It tasted a bit like mango, only much sweeter and juicier. Over the moon with my find, I shook the tree and collected three more of the fruits and walked back to my lake while eating the first. After I had stowed my meal in the shadow near the water I sat down and began thinking how to make a shelter. <br><br>By the time the sun was setting, I had managed to create a very basic lean to by putting some fallen logs against a large rock and covered it up with some leafs. It wasn't perfect but at least it would keep me dry. This was important because just before the sun went down, big rain clouds had gathered and as I had almost fallen asleep, tired after my first day on the island, the rain came done in a torrential downpour unseen to most western girls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 12:34:17</strong>
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				Chriss staggered up to a rock wall that seemed to rise right out of the forest. The trees she had been working under had simply stopped a few feet away from the almost verticle side and she could see for some distance in both directions. "Great... nothing like this back home." She muttered and pulled the butt floss out of her ass again.<br><br>Chris wasn't normally a thong type of girl, prefering to go commando when she could simply for the private thrill and wearing something more mainstream when she couldn't. As her breathing slowed, she could hear the sound of splashing over rocks and she smiled as she turned her head to better find the direction. "That way." she said and turned to the left. Within another 10 or 12 feet, she came across a natural spring flowing right out of the rock wall. and laughed. She knew that it had to come from someplace higher up the wall, but water that had been filtered by the rock would be clean and drinkable... no germs or bacteria to cause you stomach issues a few hours after drinking it... <br><br>Chris cupped her hands and took messy handfulls of the cool water as her eyes scanned both the wall and the surroundings. Now that she had her primary requirement, she would need shelter. She was actually relieved to find this kind of wter source as it wasn't likely to be a gathering spot for animals and the ever present predators... THOSE were her biggest concern. One on one, an unarmed girl wasn't going to come out on top even against a bobcat, much less something more dangerous than a double sized housecat.<br><br>With her thirst sated, she looked about her surroundings. Yes, this would do fairly well, she thought and looked at the deadfall and rocks about the bottom of the wall. "This might work!"<br><br>She searched untl she had a rough wall of rock about 4 feet high on two sides, like a large "L" and about that wide. She then began to pull some deadfall and pile it on top of the wall with one side angled upward to the cliff face until she thought that it was fairly sturdy and covered everything. She bit her lip for a moment and after a few seconds, she moved back into the jungle like underbrush and began to pick up some of the larger palm like leaves back to her spot and with some care, layered them rom the bottom of the wall upward until it was flush with the rockwall.<br><br>"Not too bad." she said and layered another, lighter layer of branches across this to secure it. "That should be pretty water resistant..." <br><br>Finally, she ran another layer of rocks along the wall to keep everything in place. By now, it was getting dark in the shadow of the wall and she set out again for some sort of food. She found some fruit hanging from trees, and with a careful nibble, found them sweet and tangy. "This will do for now." she said and dragged her haul back with some more of the palm leaves and layered the leaves on the cleared ground inside of her shelter. Just then, a downpour hit and she hunkered down to wait it out. A fire would of been nice, but for now, she was reasonably dry, had food and was doing pretty good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 15:45:57</strong>
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				<strong>May Watanabe</strong><br><br>Unbeknownst to May, she'd been heading towards Samyra for quite a while, as the little river that snaked out of the other girls' lake was the one she'd found, though when she found it it was nothing more than a little creek. It widened as she continued up the island, she found, and May was sure it would lead to a bigger body of water. The problem was, though, that she'd been walking quite a while and hadn't arrived yet. It was going to be dark very soon. On the plus side, however, she'd found some of the same mango-like fruit and had eaten one and was saving another for later. <br><br>"Boy, this forest is a little creepy.. I don't know why, but I get the feeling someone is watching me. ...I mean... aside from the TV cameras." The asian peeked up into the trees, trying to spot some of them. She'd seem a couple of the more obvious ones, but a lot of them must've been remarkably well hidden. Soon enough, May found herself traveling up hill, inching closer to Samyra's makeshift campsite by the moment. Though she wouldn't make it in time that day, she did manage to stumble upon a rock formation with an overhang that would provide some shelter. Not a moment too soon, as it turns out. Just as she'd finished piling up some big leaves to create a little bed, it started to come down hard. Thankfully it seemed to be a warm rain, so the night wouldn't be too cold. She'd definitely have to find or build better shelter soon though, and work on some fire. "But at least I haven't been eaten yet." May giggled to herself, then folded an arm behind her head. She yawned softly and fell asleep, out like a light within moments. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDoctor46</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 11:36:54</strong>
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				The results were in, the first person to be attacked had been chosen, however it wouldn't be straightaway. He smiled at the person the public had chosen and the vote had made them $750,000, it was all looking good for making them millions of pounds. If he had been in charge then the girl who had been chosen was the one he would have chose. He watched, quite content as two of the girls got closer, whilst the other two seemed quite content on their own. He wanted the girls together though, he wanted that reality style for his show, where there was bitching, competitiveness. He gave the nod to the helicopter to drop things into the place he had set out on the island for camping and hoped they would all try to get there.<br><br>He was in full contact with the pilot as the helicopter hovered over the island for a few minutes, wanting all four girls to hear it and see it. After 6 minutes precisely, it dropped packages down, sleeping bags, food and things that would make their life easier, but not too easy. Once dropped the helicopter flew back out of sight, and Andres' eyes were back on the screen, waiting to see if the chosen girl would go close to the plant once she had gotten to camp, so that he could have his first fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 12:09:22</strong>
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				Contestant's Name: Christina Snow<br>Age: 21<br>Nationality: American<br>Status: Active<br><br>Chris heard the helicopter before she saw it. She scanned the sky until she could see the flying machine and watched it hover for a couple of minutes before something was dropped from the door. "It's about time." she said sarcastically. Whatever it was, they could of dropped it off when they all arrived. "It's probably polar fleece, nowing this place..." she muttered and took off at a brisk jog through the forest toward the drop off point.<br><br>As she eventually entered the clearing, she looked about for the package before entering the clearing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 10:59:46</strong>
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				<strong>Samyra Johnson</strong><br><br>The next morning, from my high point on the island I could actually see the helicopter before I heard it and tried to wave it down with my arms. It was pointless as the pilot had clearly been given orders to drop whatever it was hanging down from the helicopter at a specific point. I was just about to take a bath in the lake. It had gotten significantly bigger after that night's rain but after I had seen the helicopter drop stuff on the island, I decided that was my best chance now. <br><br>Not knowing what I would find, I walked down the hill towards where the package had been delivered. I had a surprisingly good and deep sleep so I was well rested but the humidity under the canopy was tiring. After about half and hour I had to stop and rest. As I sat down I saw something move at the rock face. Was that a human?<br><br><strong>"Hello?"</strong><br><br>I said a little careful, not knowing what I'd do if whatever it was that I saw, wasn't in fact human but something else. Upon closer look though I could see it really was a human. It was the Asian looking girl. I forgot her name.<br><br><strong>"Hi you. It's me, Samyra. Did you see the helicopter? I think we should go there and see what it dropped."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 11:22:08</strong>
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				<strong>May Watanabe</strong><br><br>May was stirred from her sleep by the sound of the helicopter high above. She sat up quickly and squinted into the distance as she watched it seemingly drop something off not too far away. Just as she was getting ready to leave, however, she heard someone calling out to her. Standing, she turned and saw a girl in a white bkini coming over. One of the other contestants, obviously. She smiled, fairly glad to see someone else. "Uh, hey. I'm May. Yeah, I just saw it. Looks like it went over that way." The asian girl motioned with a bob of her head. "Let's go. Hopefully it's not, like, a crate full of bees or wild dogs or something. Reality shows can be weird."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Extreme Survival Games (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDoctor46</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 18:12:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as he saw two of the girls finally find each other. He had already seen one of the girls killed. She had come across one of the animals on the island and before he could stop it, or change its thoughts, it had charged at her, and she died instantly, an almost rhino looking animal with a large horn, a heavy animal, which crushed her against the rocks. So they were down to three already and one of the girls that had met, May or Samyra, were next on the agenda. The plant that they would both get used to had made its ways into the camp, into the camp they were both heading towards and it was now waiting, waiting for its first victim.
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