Who will prevail in today’s cruel test of determination and role-playing prowess?



A sleepless night is had by many tributes…

Many shifty characters eye each other, wondering who will strike next…

A string of expletives is heard in the woods as Maverick steps in a nerf-bear-trap that was expertly set by Janet under a pile of leaves.

Maverick tried to stay in the game on account of “I could easily survive a bear trap!”

But Janet then said “Don’t be a sore loser. We can say I poisoned the bear trap if it fits the fiction better.”

Maverick grumpily joined the other sponsors.

A lot of cat and mouse games take place in the woods. Gerson ignores all of it and goes fishing. He literally catches a couple of trout, guts and cleans them, then roasts them on the fire Nicecream Guy built a while ago. He does this within the span of ten minutes. Everybody is impressed and intimidated.

Janet is startled by Freja in the woods and throws a stick at her.

“I am slain,” Freja says dispationately as she goes to join the other sponsors at the picnic table.

Together they build a hut out of fallen logs.

The cannons are party poppers by the way.



And so the Hunger Games continue. Nine remain alive. And Janet seems to have racked up a surprising amount of kills seemingly by accident. Perhaps beneath that nervous exterior beats the heart of a cold blooded killer! Or maybe her anxiety gives her super reflexes.



-TQ

