Previously on Survivor:

Fresh from the blindside of Stephen Fishbach, the Roark Luskin tribe returned to camp, where Patrick realized that his chances of taking out his nemesis Lauren were becoming slimmer by the day. Over on Richard Hatch, Lydia encountered John Carroll, who was unaware that Survivor was filming, but was more surprised when she won an extra vote at the immunity challenge. Chet struggled to simply survive, but was given an extra moral boost when it was discovered that Tracey Hughes Wolfe was actually able to observe and speak to him through an earpiece. She gave him advice which led him to become part of the majority alliance which formed on Richard Hatch beach. It included everyone except for Angelina and Lydia. During the immunity challenge, the Survivors had their endurance tested and it all came down to Caryn and Keith. When Caryn fell asleep and fell off of her post, Keith claimed immunity for the Roark Luskin tribe. Back at Richard Hatch, the alliance of five solidified with Chet and planned on voting for either Lydia or Angelina. Sensing the paranoia, Lydia decided to play her Tony Vlachos advantage when it came time to vote and she cast her extra votes for Chet, saving herself and sending him out of the game. 13 are left, who will be voted out tonight?!

Richard Hatch Tribe Roark Luskin Tribe Jonny Fairplay Keith Nale Bret Labelle Randy Bailey Jill Behm Patrick Bolton Lydia Morales Lauren Rimmer Caryn Groedel Gabby Pascuzzi Angelina Keeley Maralyn Hershey Ciera Eastin

Day 7 – Roark Luskin

Gabby Pascuzzi wasn’t dumb, nor was she the emotional wreck that she had been portraying since day one. In fact, she was playing an act and had convinced everyone that she was unstable.

“Childish” she was called by Randy

Described as “Emotional” by Maralyn

“Simone” she was mistaken as by Patrick.

But no, Gabby knew that she had to cover her game and that she had to play a part if she ever wanted to win. She knew this since day one and knew it even more now that Stephen Fishbach had been blindsided single-handily by Lauren Rimmer over 6 days ago, leaving her and Ciera alone with Patrick Bolton, someone that neither of them could rely on.

[Confessional] Gabby: (No Advantages) “Last time I was seen as someone who needed to be taken care of, and when I finally wanted to make a move against Christian, I was smacked down. I’m no damsel in distress and everyone thinks I’m relying on Patrick, which I’m not. But nobody needs to know that. If I have to throw him under the bus, I will.”

Gabby sat around the fire with her tribe mates, trying to act inconspicuous. She knew she was at the bottom of the pack, and knew that she needed to suck up to the right people, and she knew that if she wanted to survive the next vote without an advantage, she would have to become a valuable resource for Maralyn and Keith, the de-facto power couple on their island.

All of her tribe members were currently sitting around the fire except for one person, Ciera Eastin. Ciera and Gabby were technically in the same boat, numbers wise. But while Gabby planned to play on people’s emotions to survive, Ciera planned to play on their logic, which albeit was lacking on the Roark Luskin beach.

[Confessional] Ciera: (No Advantages: Voted out her mom) “Unless something changes in this game, I’m screwed. But I’m not about to go home because Lauren sat on the correct stool at tribal. *she rolls her eyes* That’s a bunch of bologna and if Tyson taught me anything, it’s that you always have to have another card up your sleeve. *She lifts her left arm where a folded piece of parchment is sticking out, and smiles a huge grin* and I may have found another card to play.”

Earlier that day, awoken by Maralyn’s distant playing of the didgeridoo, Ciera had quietly scrambled out of the shelter and took off quickly to the water well. She searched under the wooden cover, around the sides and dug around in the soft sand. She found a small red button under the cap of the water cover and figured it was worth a shot and hit it….nothing. She continued to search around, looking in the crooks and branches of trees for a few minutes.

That’s when she heard it…..silence….the entire world went silent. Maralyn’s instrument stopped playing, the wind stopped roaring and the waves stopped crashing. Ciera had frozen in place and looked around sheepishly. Something was off….way off.

Then she heard something new. At first it was faint, but it gradually began to grow in tone and volume. It sounded like the distant groan of a zombie, interjected by sounds of guitar solos and a heavy bass. Without her knowledge or consent, Ciera’s head began to nod. Slowly at first until finally her head was banging up and down, her hair whipping back and forth like a rock star.

The music came to a full stop and Ciera looked around confused. That’s when he stepped out of the shadows. Clad in a bandana his trademark red and black skull shirt was the one and only Billy Garcia.

Shocked, Ciera gasped and stopped searching.

“Hey!!!! What is happening my friend!” Said a jolly Billy Garcia as he embraced Ciera in a hug. She stood there shocked as Billy hugged her, not sure what to do.

“Congratulations!” Billy said as he handed her a small roll of parchment. “You are now the recipient of the Billy Garcia advantage!”

Still in shock, Ciera grabbed the advantage and together they unrolled it.

Billy was thrilled. He finally had his chance to be back on Survivor and he could feel his follower count growing on Twitter.

Together they read the rules of the advantage. Ciera, giddy with delight hugged Billy one last time as it was his time to head back into the jungle. The heavy metal music began again, first it was faint but then grew until both of them were both thrashing their heads back and forth. Playing the air guitar, Billy walked back into the shadows and disappeared.

[Confessional] Ciera: (Billy Garcia Advantage/Voted out her mom) “The rules of this advantage state that I have the ability to tell another player on the opposing tribe that I love them, if they reciprocate and say it back to me, then I have the ability to steal the vote of anyone on my tribe at the next tribal council that I attend.” *smiling* “This. Is. Awesome. I can use this advantage to get someone to work with. I NEED to get away from Patrick and Gabby and I NEED to pave my own way.”

Richard Hatch – Night 7

The Richard Hatch tribe returned from their first tribal council, all in shock that their little fish monger had survived the vote. Not only had she overpowered them herself, but she managed to knock off one of their numbers without even nullifying any of their votes.

Lydia proudly lead the pack as they entered the camp, leaned their torches against their shelter and threw some more logs onto their fire. Angelina quickly grabbed the orange blouse that Chet had left behind and wrapped it around herself. After all, she was freezing.

“Damn, Lydia you really shocked us with that one.” stated Bret. Bret had been through his fair share of blindsides, but nothing could have prepared him for what Lydia had done.

“Gotta do what you gotta do!” emphasized Lydia as she tossed another stick onto the fire.

Caryn quietly whispered to herself and shook her buff covered head “Tom said not to throw a stick in the fire.”

“Lydia, what you had was damn powerful. You cast what? Like six votes!” exclaimed a clearly impressed Fairplay.

“That’s right!” Said Lydia with a big smile on her face.

Jill chimed in the conversation with “But why Chet?” Personally she didn’t care that Chet was the one eliminated. She was happy she wasn’t the target. Truth be told she hadn’t noticed that Chet was a player on her tribe until she stitched his forehead back together.

“I just want us to be a strong tribe and I needed to save myself.” Lydia replied with. Tearfully, she stated that she just wanted to be a provider.

[Confessional] Fairplay: (No advantages) “Last night if you asked me who was going to lose their fire, I would have bet all my money on Lydia. But that woman…that woman’s got some fire in her and I like that. Hell I’m afraid of her! *He ends with a cackle.*

Lydia hadn’t been sure that she was going home until after the loss at the immunity challenge. Everyone she approached told her that she was fine and when asked who they were voting for they told her they hadn’t made up their mind. Only Angelina would answer her with a quick “Yes” when Lydia suggested voting out Fairplay. Lydia didn’t know that Angelina would actually cast a vote for Fairplay, but decided to hit the alliance with a side blow by taking out one of their numbers without hurting the strength of the tribe. Lydia knew that if she wanted to survive a second tribal council, she couldn’t have the entire tribe angry with her for eliminating someone that they actually cared for or relied on. Therefore, she used her Tony Vlachos advantage to take out Chet.

[Confessional] Lydia: (No advantages) “I really didn’t want to make a move this big this early. But if I was going to survive tonight, I needed to take out that golden marker and use it. Tony is watching out over me, is this my destiny?”

Lydia proudly sat at the fire, tossing in the occasional piece of wood as the tribe slowly went to bed. Angelina, finally warm, was the last one to climb into the shelter. Lydia stayed up all night as she wondered how she would survive the next vote.

Roark Luskin – Day 7

Ciera had had her experience with Billy early that morning and realized that it may give the power necessary to save herself. But Gabby had a move to make too. She knew that Keith/Lauren/Randy & Maralyn were in control of her time out here. She easily got along best with Maralyn and Randy and decided that if she were to stay it would be because she got one of them to save her.

Gabby spied Randy sitting on the edge of the beach, reading a People magazine, which had washed up on their beach. It had been soaking wet and falling apart, but thankfully as the tribe slept last night, Reem Daly had come and laid out the pages in the sun. They were now legible.

Gabby asked Randy if she could sit next to him Without looking up, Randy grunted and gestured to a spot next to him. Gabby sat down next to him, wrapped her arms around her knees and stared at the ground. “Do you want to play with me?” She asked “Here.” Said Randy as he handed her a few wrinkled pages of celebrity gossip. “Better than that trash writing at EW, right?” joked Gabby. That one managed to get a genuine smile from Randy as he finally looked up. “Who is this?” Wondered Randy as he looked at her. He knew her game and her season, hell he watched almost half! But he wasn’t sure that he knew the real Gabby.

[Confessional] Randy: (Wanda Shirk Advantage) “It’s been a long time since I’ve let anyone into my heart, but ever since Heroes Villains I realized that if I wanted to win I had to be willing to listen to everyone. (Pausing) You know? At first I thought I was solid with my four and that Gabby was some little kid who couldn’t handle this game. But after we read that magazine together and after she ahhh…made a few good quips, I knew this girls got some guts and smarts and I may need to keep that around.”

Yes, Gabby had made a connection. It wasn’t with anyone she had expected to bond with. But it was real and truth be told, it was nice. But it wasn’t nice for Patrick Bolton. He had watched over the last few days as his alliance went from four people to possibly only one. Lauren, his rival, had saved herself with an overpowered advantage and had taken out the smartest part of his alliance. The girls, sensing that Patrick couldn’t save them had fled. He could sense his solitude.

[Confessional] Patrick: (No advantages) “I thought I had a solid grip on my tribe.” He grumbled through gritted teeth. “But over the last few days I noticed both Gabby and Ciera going their own ways. They don’t wanna be associated with me…..” choking up he admits “Looks like I’m on my own.”

Day 8 – Richard Hatch

The tribe in orange awoke to something amazing. Lydia had been up all night and had wanted to prove her worth. Dr. Jill was the first to notice that their woodpile had increased almost 400%, that their canteens were full and that all of their clothing had been laundered.

“Wow, this is amazing!” Exclaimed Jill as she hugged Lydia.

The other members of the tribe emerged from the shelter to view the beautiful camp that Lydia had managed to make overnight and seemingly in silence.

[Confessional] Caryn: (A lot of buffs) “Waking up to this…this island paradise was amazing! Lydia really wants to be a part of this tribe! *Nodding her head up and down* I think it’s time we let her be.”

Lydia further shocked the tribe when she uncovered a display of fully cleaned and grilled fish for their breakfast. With a tearful smile she said “I just want to be a provider.”

“Woahhh! Hey now! How did you get all of these fish, I mean….look at the size of that cod!” Said Bret as he put both of his hands on the back of his head. He was in genuine surprise that Lydia had managed to do all of this seemingly alone too.

“I have a friend.” smiled Lydia as she winked at Bret. Over Bret’s shoulder and in the near jungle, Ozzy Lusth smiled and gave Lydia a thumbs up.

“Come eat, eat, eat, eat!” Lydia said as she gestured to her tribe to gather round and feast.

[Confessional] Jill: (No advantages) “Waking up to see everything that Lydia had done in one night was very impressive, and I think if we get rid of her, we lose someone who can make our camp life a-mazing. And I’m all about that.”

Lydia smiled as she sat around with her tribe, eating the fish that Ozzy had caught for her. For once in this game she felt like she was part of a team and that she might have a chance. She had done her part, now fate would determine the rest.

“Angelina do you like the fish?” asked Fairplay

Angelina replied with a quick “Yes” and wrapped Chet’s shirt closer around her.

Life at Richard Hatch sure had gotten to be much better and that warmed Lydia’s heart but also scared the hell out of Bret Labelle, who eyed Lydia with careful suspicion.

Day 8 – Reward Challenge

On the morning of day 8, Jeff Probst announced his trademark “Come on in guys!” to both tribes.

Roark Luskin, representing the yellow tribe strode in with their flag and stood proudly on their mat.

“Keith, how’s everything with your tribe?” Asked Probst

“Ahh Jeff….I’d say things are just well…going well!”

“Glad to hear it! Richard Hatch, come on in.”

The tribe in orange came walking out onto the beach, Caryn in the back carrying the flag.

“Roark Luskin, getting your first look at the new Richard Hatch tribe….Chet Welch voted out at last night’s tribal council.”

The players in yellow nodded in understanding.

“Solid move!” Shouted Marilyn, her tone starting from normal pitch to high.

“Alright, welcome to today’s challenge. Today we’re playing for reward.” Announced Jeff. “For today’s reward three members of both tribes will be throwing rocks at three bags of puzzle pieces. Once you have all three bags, the remaining three members will use the 15 pieces to assemble a picture-puzzle on a large table. The first tribe to solve their puzzle and identify the person in the picture will win reward….wanna know what you’re playing for?”

Everyone yells with an emphatic yes.

“Today, you’re playing for comfort.” He announces.

“Ahhhh” says Caryn as she holds both her hands to her face and leans her head back.

Jeff pulls down on a rope, exposing a massive comfort set, to which everyone gets very excited about.

“What you have here are two hammocks, pillows, blankets, two oversized leather chairs from Marshall’s andddddd *He drops another curtain* “A king sized bed!”

Everyone screams at the sight of the canopy bed.

“First tribe to put together their puzzle and tell me who that is will have this delivered to their camp. Worth playing for?” He asked

“Yes!!” They all scream.

“Alright, Roark Luskin you have one extra player. Doesn’t matter who you sit out, as long as you know that they cannot sit out the immunity challenge. Who is it gonna be?”

They all turn and speak to each other.

“Lauren, you should sit.” Patrick states

“Hell no! I can throw a softball straight down center field and take out each of them tiles faster than you!” She replies.

Patrick shakes his head and backs away.

“Well who is it gonna be?” Asks Jeff

After some disagreement, Maralyn raises her hand. “I’ll sit this one out.” She says between pulls on her vape. She’s clouding her tribe mat with the beautiful scent of cotton candy.

“Alright, Mad Dog with her vape, gonna sit this one out. Everyone else, take your spots. Let’s get started.”

The players take their starting position. Richard Hatch has sent Bret, Angelina and Lydia as their rock throwers with Caryn, Jill and Fairplay as their puzzle solvers. Roark Luskin has sent Keith, Lauren and Patrick to throw their rocks, leaving Gabby, Randy and Ciera to solve the puzzle.

“Survivors ready?!…..GO!” screams Jeff

Instantly, the six players start hurling rocks at the three hanging tiles. They bounce all around, hitting the ropes, the painted wooden background with some landing short.

“Lauren connects!” yells Probst as one of the yellow tiles explodes into shards, dropping a bag of puzzle pieces. It’s quickly followed by a second, again hit by Lauren Rimmer.

“Roark Luskin has two bags!” announces Jeff as the players keep throwing rocks.

A loud cheer from the orange side as Caryn successfully demolishes a tile for her tribe.

“Hatch with 1, Luskin with 2!” Says Jeff

*SMASH*

The third yellow tile explodes as Lauren Rimmer successfully walks back to her mat, smiling to herself.

“Go! Puzzle solvers!” announces Jeff as Ciera, Randy and Gabby grab all three bags and bring them over to the table.

Over on the orange side a frustrated Bret quickly tosses a heavy rock, which bounced harmlessly off of the tile.

“I mean, MY ASS!” Screams Jonathan Penner on the sidelines.

Bret tries again and this time the orange tribe screams as both he and Caryn manage to smash the two remaining tiles almost at the same time.

“Puzzle solvers go!” He yells at Jill, Lydia and Fairplay.

Over on the yellow side they are struggling, having only successfully placed 4 pieces into the mold.

“Roark Luskin with a slight lead!”

But Dr. Jill was no idiot, and with the help of her tribe mates they quickly filled around the edges.

“Richard Hatch catches up!”

Randy, Ciera and Gabby frantically try to put their pieces in, but it’s no use as the Richard Hatch tribe completes their puzzle first.

“Now tell me who that is!” yells Jeff

Jill scratches her head and Fairplay looks on with bewilderment. They literally have no idea who this person is.

Randy looks over and smiles, he knows exactly who that is. “We got this!” He cheers as Gabby and Ciera slap the last two pieces into place.

“Roark Luskin is done! Who is that?!”

Everyone pauses with nervousness as they look over at Roark Luskin. Gabby and Ciera freeze and turn to Randy. With a smirk he looks up and says “Jeffrey, that’s Elyse Umemoto.”

“That…..is…..correct! Roark Luskin wins reward!”

The tribe in yellow screams and runs together, the two girls hug Randy as he raises both of his arms in victory. Maralyn saunters over and grabs Randy in an embrace. “You son of a bitch, I knew I liked you.” She says as she kisses him gently on the cheek.

Ciera looks over at the dejected Richard Hatch tribe and makes eye contact with Caryn. She pauses and quickly says “I love you!” Caryn, put her hand on her heart and tilts her head and mouths thank you. Denied, Ciera turns back to her tribe which is now on or around the king sized bed.

“Dang, I could get used to this!” Says Keith as he sinks into the down mattress. Lauren playfully hits him with a pillow.

Day 8 – Roark Luskin

Back at camp, the tribe raised their canteens to toast to their success. Between Lauren’s throwing capacity and Randy’s knowledge of random players, the Roark Luskin tribe were now able to relax and recharge on a beautiful king sized bed, or relax in their leather chairs or hammocks.

Today was a happy day. At least for another hour.

As Patrick Bolton sank back into a hammock sling he looked over at his nemesis, Lauren, who was in a happy conversation with Maralyn. Maralyn was currently swinging back and forth in the hammock, her legs were crossed and somehow she had found a feather boa, which was wrapped around her neck. Lauren stood next to her, laughing as they joked about something. That’s when he saw it. Under Mad Dog’s hammock was a medium sized red pouch. He knew it was an advantage, and he knew that he wanted it right now. But he would have to wait until the scene was clear.

Unfortunately for him, Maralyn’s ambien was just kicking in, and 10 minutes after Lauren left she started to snore.

Patrick thought he was sneaky, thought he was smart. And he thought that his plan would be flawless. “Why not just simply walk over there and take it?” he figured. And so he tried.

“What in the hell is that boy doing!?” shouted Keith Nale from the bed to nobody in particular. Patrick was down in the tree line creeping under Maralyn’s hammock. Keith noticed, and he and Lauren jumped out of the bed, grabbed Randy and ran down to catch him.

Lauren saw what he was going for and went for it herself. Patrick tried frantically to untie the bag from the bottom as Lauren reached her way in. Keith stood bent over hollering at Lauren to grab it. He literally had no idea what she was doing and thought that Patrick was just “bein’ a creep” During the duration of this back and forth, the noise from the squabble reached up to the shelter and brought everyone down to the scene.

Finally, Patrick emerged from the below hammock, covered in dirt and bits of leaves. Lauren came up on the other side with a sharp glare directed at Patrick. He held a red bag in his right hand and held it close to his chest, taking in deep breaths.

Keith urged Patrick to open the bag in front of everyone so that it was fair. Gabby chimed in and said that it would be best if they all just got a look. Randy whispered under his breath “You dumb fuck.” And shook his head.

“No! I found it and I’m keeping it!” exclaimed Patrick as he stomped off down the beach with a huff.

“Huh? What the hell is goin’ on in this encampment?!” Said a groggy Mad Dog, who was just awoken from her pill induced sleep.

As the tribe explained what had happened to ole Mad Dog, Patrick sprinted away down the beach and out to a rock where he could crouch and hide. There, he opened the bag and found 7 immunity idols along with a note.

“Congratulations! You have found the Ben Driebergen advantage!”

Patrick pumped his fist in the air and continued to read the note to himself.

[Confessional] Patrick: (Ben Driebergen Advantage) “So I wrestle Lauren for the bag and I found something that will definitely save my life in this game. The rules of the advantage state that I have 6 fake idols and one real idol. Each idol is a small wooden pendant, and I can mark the back of one with this wood burning kit. The rest I can give out to fool everybody else. (He pauses) this is going to be fucking awesome.”

Immunity Challenge – Day 9

“Come on in guys!” Jeff announced to both tribes. They came in from opposing sides of the beach glaring at each other. Caryn looked over at Maralyn’s feather boa and bit her bottom lip. They made eye contact and she whispered “I love it!” Marilyn winked back at her and said thank you.

Ciera got Angelina’s attention and tried to win her Billy Garcia reward. “Hey, Angelina….I love you.”

Angelina stood there with a giant smile unsure of what to do, the rest of her tribe had heard the exchange and looked at Angelina. She quickly said “Yes” and kept looking straight at Jeff Probst, urging him to start the challenge.

Ciera awkwardly turned back to her tribe and shrugged, they hadn’t caught the exchange thankfully.

Jeff Probst retrieved the immunity idol from the Roark Luskin tribe and put the bust of sad Rupert Boneham on display for both tribes.

“Welcome to today’s immunity challenge.” Boasted a cheerful Probst.

“Today we have something special for you, and it’s going to be fun. We call it the Christy Smith memorial challenge and here is how it’s going to go. Three tribe members will race out to the ocean where there is a large cage. Climb up and over the cage where you will dive down to untie and release a crate. Someone will dive down to the front of the crate where and opening is tied shut. Those three will have to open the front and remove the crate from the cage. Then, as a group you three will bring the crate back. The remaining three tribe members will use a set of keys to unlock the crate revealing a puzzle wheel, which correlates to a number puzzle. Use the puzzle wheel to decode the numbers until you get a phrase. Using the letter tiles, put the letters together to make a two word phrase. First tribe to solve the puzzle and say the phrase wins immunity.”

Caryn nodded along with a hearty “mmm hmmm”

“We call this the Christy Smith memorial challenge because this challenge has a twist.” Explains Jeff

“Aw heck, may she Rest In Peace!” Keith chirps in with.

“She ain’t dead.” said Lauren as she elbows Keith playfully in the rib cage.

“Roger that” replies Keith as he spits and looks down for a second.

Everyone on Roark Luskin just stares at him, shook that he thought Christy Smith was dead.

He finally looks up to see everyone looking at him “Nah do your thing Jeff.” he replies with a chuckle.

“Alright” Says Jeff Probst with a laugh “let’s get to the twist.”

Some players groan, while Angelina jumps into the runners pose.

“We call it this because you will be doing this challenge in its entirety with your eyes and ears covered. The three who swim out will have to coordinate by touch and the three solving will use the raised numbers and letters on the wheel and on the board to solve the puzzle. When you think you have the phrase, use the raised tiles to spell it out and then say it.”

“Fuck.” Says Fairplay “This is gonna be BRUTAL.”

“Guys, I gotta be honest…I’m glad Chet’s not here for this one. He might have perished….” explains a grateful Dr. Jill.

Lydia nods in cheerful agreement.

“Roark Luskin, you have one extra member so somebody needs to sit out. Maralyn sat out during the reward challenge, so Mad Dog, you’re in this one.” Jeff explains.

“You ain’t lying.” She replies.

“But as always, this season of Survivor is full of twists. You will not be deciding who will sit out this one, instead we will have a guest appearance.” Jeff explains with a big grin.

Randy smiles his trademark grin as Gabby bites her fist.

“Let’s bring them in!”

Just as Jeff says that, a pair of running blondes come out of the jungle and sprint across the beach. They are arguing with each other.

Jeff stares on confused as he watches Charla and Mirna from The Amazing Race 5 race with giant backpacks across the sand. They stop in front of Jeff and start breathing heavily. He turns to production and asks what’s happening.

The camera operators all shrug in unison as they have no idea what is happening. A call is made and finally Jeff gets an answer from Bertram Van Munster. Apparently neither have stopped racing since the end of The Amazing Race All-Stars. “They run up to strangers and ask if they are in first place all the time. Honestly we don’t know what to do.” Van Munster explains. “Just tell them to catch the next flight to Houston. It’s what I keep doing.”

Jeff informs Charla and Mirna that they need to go to Houston.

“AHHH I JUST GOT ELECTROCUTED!!” yelled Charla.

Mirna pulls her up and the two take off, sprinting into the distance.

“That’s some serious mental illness.” observed Dr. Jill.

“Oh my gosh.” whispered Caryn as she shakes her head back and forth.

“Anyway, here are the Survivors!” Says a frantic Jeff Probst. He needs to get this back on track.

Out of the jungle come Sandra Diaz-Twine and Courtney Yates. “Courtney was found wandering a graveyard outside NYC and brought here, while Sandra now has a permanent residence in Fiji.” explained Jeff.

A gentle breeze comes through and Sandra grabs Courtney to prevent her from blowing away. Sandra and Fairplay make eye contact and he whispers something to Bret who starts cackling.

“YOU KNOW WHAT, I CAN WHISPER TOO. WHAT THE FUCK!” Screams Sandra at Fairplay. This makes Lill cry, who is off to the side of the challenge holding a boom mic.

“Apparently not!” Fairplay yells back.

“Courtney, Sandra.” Says Jeff “Your responsibility as sit out experts is to pick someone from the Roark Luskin tribe to sit out this challenge. You cannot select Mad Dog.”

“Any of these motherfuckers?” Sandra asks.

“Except the Mad Dog? How about a Wardog?” Asks Courtney sarcastically.

“Yooo you better stop with that shit, ain’t no real bitches named Wardog right?” says Sandra as she starts hysterically laughing.

“Please. Just pick someone.” Says a clearly annoyed Jeff. He knows this episode is already way too long for the editing room.

Sandra and Courtney whisper back and forth and point at different players. Finally they link arm in arm and tell Jeff they are ready.

Courtney announces to the tribe. “We select our old tribe mate, Randy!”

“Randy, take a seat on the sit out bench and let’s get started. Courtney, Sandra…thank you.”

As the players get into groups to decide challenge positions, Randy walks past the two girls “You like beating up on old men?” he asks sarcastically.



“Ohhhh would you stop!” Replies Courtney. She grabs Sandra’s hand and together they start walking into the jungle. Fairplay flips them off

“This is what we get for being bitches!” Whispers Sandra as they fist bump and then disappear.

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“Alright! Heading out into the water for Richard Hatch we have Lydia, Bret and Angelina. Leaving Jill, Caryn and Fairplay on the puzzle. Heading out in the water for Roark Luskin we have Keith, Patrick and Gabby. Leaving Ciera, Lauren and Mad Dog on the puzzle.”

(None of the players hear any of this)

“Survivor’s Ready?! GO!”

Nobody moves. The runners are all standing ready, waiting for the cue but they can’t see or hear anything. Finally a set of producers goes and pushes the runners to go. Since he doesn’t have to narrate, Jeff takes a seat with Randy and asks him how the game is going. But Randy has his AirPods in and is applying to be on Big Brother so he tells Jeff to fuck off. Shrugging, Jeff takes a seat in between the two puzzle tables.

Patrick, Gabby and Keith take off slowly and have decided to crawl. Keith, brilliantly pulls the two over to the side of the challenge so they can follow the rope leading down to the edge. This allows them to pick up the pace.

The Richard Hatch tribe is making good progress. Lydia and Bret have linked arms and are making their progress down to the water. Angelina has already full on sprinted down to the water and is laying horizontal on the ground so that her tribe can reach up to her. They eventually do, as Lydia trips over her. The three then grab onto each other and head out to the water.

“Motherfucker” screams a frustrated Patrick as he trips over Gabby and falls into the sand. Nobody can hear him. Together they link arms and head into the water.

Angelina, Bret and Lydia have reached the cage and Angelina takes the other two’s hands. She points there thumbs up and indicates hers downwards. Bret shakes his head a few times as they awkwardly try to figure out what she’s saying. Eventually Lydia figures out that she means her and Bret go up and over while Angelina opens the cage. She pulls on Bret to climb up with her.

The three swimmers for Roark Luskin have already made it to their cage and have all climbed up and over in a simple manner. They seem to be having no issue with this.

Angelina has the cage open and swims through the opening the join Lydia and Bret, who are now working on freeing the crate. She says “Yes” to nobody in particular.

Keith, Gabby and Patrick have managed to get the cage open but are having trouble removing the crate. They forgot to untie one of the last lashings and Patrick has to go back to remove it.

“Yes. I’ll have another Mojito, less mint.” Says Jeff as he sits under an umbrella. He is tweeting at Josh Wigler teasing him with information for this season.

By this point Richard Hatch manages to get their crate back to their beach and they slowly start to push it up through the sand. It’s been about 15 minutes since the challenge has started, but both tribes are clearly struggling with the sensory deprivation.

Finally out of their cage, the Roark Luskin tribe is about halfway out of the ocean by the time Richard Hatch reaches their mat. They drop the crate and Jeff goes over to release their coverings so that they know they have made it. They all collapse in the blinding sun and lay in the sand.

Tapped by Lydia, the puzzle trio now goes into work. Caryn works on the keys as Fairplay and Dr. Jill stand waiting. Caryn hears the lock finally click open and reaches her hands in to pull out the puzzle wheel. By this time Roark Luskin has made up some time. They had accidentally dropped the crate back on the beach and broke Missy Payne’s foot. Making up time, Keith followed the scent of Mad Dog’s vape, this time it’s black cherry, and passes off the keys. “Shit” she mumbles as she struggles to fit her vape back into her bathing suit top.

Richard Hatch has the wheel on the board and the three of them are feeling as their fingers roll over the letters and numbers. They are fumbling all over each other. Caryn insists by pushing the other two, but they push back. Fairplay tells her to “Get out of the fucking way.” But nobody can hear.

Roark Luskin has the crate open and the wheel on the table. They are struggling to do the same.

“Aha!” Yells Mad Dog as she thinks she has found the pattern. However, she’s actually been facing the wrong way, running her hands over the top of the crate. Nobody knows. It’s effectively Ciera and Lauren alone on the puzzle.

Over at the Richard Hatch table, a pattern has been figured out as Jill starts to move some letters into the correct pattern. Lauren on the other side starts to move quickly as well. Jeff is standing between them both, waiting to see who has it. Jill practically has it solved, but Fairplay bumps into Caryn, pushing the tiles out of the way and scrambling the whole puzzle. Jill pushes them both back and they stay behind her but it’s too late.

“Jolly Roger!” Screams Ciera as she has solved the puzzle.

“Roark Luskin wins immunity!” Jeff yells as he raises both hands. Neither tribe can hear him, Ciera keeps yelling Jolly Roger, Jill keeps solving and Keith has gone off to take a pee.

The producers run over and with Randy’s assistance they take off everyone’s blindfolds.

Jill looks down in defeat as she would have had the puzzle solved if it weren’t for her tribe-mates pushing her. Caryn managed to spell Shaint with some of the tiles.

Roark Luskin all comes together in a big embrace as they celebrate their third victory in a row.

“Once again. Immunity going back to Roark Luskin beach.” Says Jeff as he walks over to Ciera with the bust of sad Rupert Boneham.

The Richard Hatch tribe looks at them angrily, especially Jill, who was seconds from solving the puzzle.

“Roark Luskin, head on back to camp and enjoy your night off. As for Richard Hatch. You have a date tonight with me at tribal council where the 4th person will be eliminated from this game” announces Jeff.

“I love you” whispers Ciera to Fairplay

“Fuck you!” cackles Fairplay. He sees the look of sadness over her face and turns to her with an eye roll. “Ahh it’s okay. I love you too!”

Ciera, now that she’s won the Billy Garcia Advantage jumps up in delight and squeals. She joins her tribe as they leave the challenge beach.

“That challenge was a-noy-ing!” Hollers Keith as he carries their flag with his tribe down the beach.

Dejected, the Richard Hatch tribe heads back to camp.

[Confessional] Jill: (No advantages) “Am I angry? Fuck yes, I’m furious! If those two weenies would have just let me solve the puzzle we wouldn’t be in this mess. That fucker Fairplay cost us today. Does he care? Probably not, but I’ll see to that.”

Richard Hatch – Day 9

Dejected and angry, the Richard Hatch tribe returned back to their camp. The challenge had been close, so so so close and they really needed this challenge victory.

[Confessional] Caryn: (A lot of buffs) “Today sucked! *she throws her head back in frustration* Not only was I part of the problem, but I could probably blame myself for the loss. Last time I played we were Koror strong. I’m at a loss.” *Caryn bows her head and begins to cry softly* “But I’ll be god damned if I’m going home because of 1 challenge.

Caryn knew that her butt was on the burner, and it was a feeling that she never had while playing in Palau. To let her team down was devastating, especially when it came to immunity. So when Bret and Jill went off to get water, she quickly tagged along.

[Confessional] Bret: (No advantages) “We have our core four here. Myself, Dr. Jill, Fairplay And Caryn. Angelina is in a world of her own and then we got Lyds on the side…..Howeva, Lydia really proved herself last night and during the last few days she’s been more a part of this tribe. We don’t know what we’re gonna do.”

“To be completely honest.” Jill said as she put down the bottle used to fill the canteens “I’m really angry about the challenge.”

Caryn put both of her hands over her heart and poured out a mouthful of apologies.

“I know I messed up, but never in the history of my time playing Survivor have I ever been responsible for a tribe loosing an immunity challenge. Please trust in my history here.”

“Listen, I get the frustration.” said Bret as he tried to cool the tensions. “But do we really wanna break up what we got goin’ here just cause of some word tiles?”

Jill took a deep breath and looked Caryn in the eyes and forgave her, she really did. After all, they lost a number in Chet last night and she didn’t want to reduce their alliance to 3 people.

[Confessional] Jill: (No advantages) “I was very angry with Caryn, but not as angry as I am with Fairplay. Caryn may have been part of the issue there but he ways frankly just being a dick.”

“Then what do we do?” Asked Jill. “I personally trust Lydia a lot more than Fairplay. Add to that, look at what Lydia did the other night at tribal council! I’m afraid of her.”

As the trio continued to discuss their plans, Jonny Fairplay was sitting in bliss, unaware of what was being discussed. He wanted to work with Lydia too but he didn’t know that he was now the alternative. He was currently sitting at the fire with Lydia, both of them discussing throwing their votes at Angelina. Angelina was currently walking up and down the beach with a clipboard, using a protractor to measure the angle of several palm trees. When Fairplay had walked past her before he asked her if she was okay, to which she replied with a curt “Yes”.

“So we take her out and we are a solid fivesome.” Fairplay pitched to a wide eyed Lydia.

[Confessional] Lydia: (No advantages) “I came to play the game last time with my heart….and I came in fourth. But this time, I came to play with my head and I want first. I figured I should use my charm to win over people. And it looks like this might be happening now for me.”

Jill, Bret and Caryn walked back to camp and sat down across from Lydia and Fairplay. They all agreed that Lydia would be a perfect addition to their fivesome and they all agreed that they should work together to stay united and vote Angelina.

The three from the water well didn’t know that just as they got to the camp, Fairplay had promised Lydia a final three deal.

[Confessional] Fairplay: (No advantages) “I made a deal with Lydia because chicks like her scare me, especially on Survivor. I want her to feel safe so that if she feels the need to make a big move, I won’t be on the receiving end.”

“Angelina! It’s time to head out!” Yelled Bret as they all grabbed their torches and set out into the setting sun to tribal council, to eliminate one of their own.

[Confessional] Caryn: (A lot of buffs) “A specific number of people have come to me to formulate a plan which has since been put in motion. And I don’t think it’s going to be as clean cut tonight as half the tribe is expecting.”

Tribal Council – Night 9

The torches of all of the eliminated contestants were scattered all around the tribal council area. As the Richard Hatch tribe entered for the second time they were still in awe as they looked around. They stopped to bang the gong and also stopped for a moment of silence in front of Debb Eaton’s. Angelina saw Alison’s torch and smiled to herself. Fairplay blew a kiss to Nicole Delma’s.

They sat down together as a group before Jeff Probst as they awaited their fate.

“Richard Hatch, unfortunately I have to say; welcome back to tribal council.”

The players nodded their heads in shameful agreement.

“Fairplay, what does this tribe need in order to win something again?”

“Bourbon!” He quickly shouted back as everyone responded with a good chuckle. “But no, in order to win again we need to have a little more self-confidence and maybe a little more luck in the challenges.”

“Self-confidence….Angelina is that something that this tribe needs more of?” Lobbed Probst

She had her legs crossed and sat straight upright and responded with a quick “Yes”



“….and?” Asked Jeff as he gestured with his hands.

Sensing the awkwardness, Lydia jumped right in with a giant smile.

“And I think that in the last 72 hours we have experienced a lot of growth and happiness.”

Jeff smiled at the little fish monger and then turned his attention towards Caryn.

“When it comes down to physical match ups you all are way behind Roark Luskin, that’s a fact. But when it comes to the challenges…it’s like you’re right there!!! Caryn, You’re from a tribe that never.lost.a.single.immunity.challenge. What is going on here?”

“Yeah. I know. I don’t know what’s going on to be honest. I think in Palau we were just so close as a family. A family experiencing a new challenge for the first time. But here in Fiji, none of this is new to us. We don’t have that common experience to bond over yet.”

“You bring up a valid point.” Jeff responded “and Bret, you’re all trying to bond, but beyond the layer of bonding you’re all still playing this cutthroat game. You have Lydia saying you’re experiencing happiness and growth and Caryn saying that you just need something to bond over. How do you balance harmony vs competition?”

“Not gonna lie, it’s hard!” Bret responded in his thick Boston accent. “We can play with rainbows and smiles but you also gotta rationalize the fact that I gotta write someone’s name down before they write mine down.”

“Do you want to tell me who you think will be going home tonight?” Asked an always pertinent Jeff.

“Absolutely not.” Said Bret with a hearty chuckle.

“Lydia, last tribal -nearly- sent you home unanimously but you played an extremely strong advantage to eliminate Chet. Do you think you can now overcome that and re-bond with this group?”

Lydia paused before she answered. “Jeff, I think everyone here understands that I had to do what I had to do in order to stay in the game. I took out who I thought in my mind was the person we could most afford to lose. Forgiveness. I needed to hope for forgiveness and understanding. *she pats Jill’s knee* I think everyone is understanding”

“Jill is that true? Is everyone understanding?”

“Oh absolutely! If I knew that I was going home and I had an advantage like that, I would have played it just like Lydia did.”

“So then how do you determine your vote tonight?” Asked Jeff.

“Strategy. For my alliance and for me.” Replied Jill.

“Well now all of you need to just hope that your role in this game fits into either Jill’s or your own alliances strategy. With that, it’s time to vote. Fairplay you’re up first.” Jeff announced to the group.

Jonny Fairplay strode up to the voting platform and grabbed the marker, quickly writing down Angelina’s name.

“Angelina……when it’s all over…..I’ll send you a t-shirt.”

He was followed by Lydia, who voted the same.

Angelina sprinted up to the voting confessional and with a curt smile she quickly scribbled down a name, threw it in the urn without folding it and ran back to her stool.

Bret and Caryn voted next and were then followed by Dr. Jill.

Jill knew that tonight would set the course of her game and could potentially change everything.

“Cutting you loose wasn’t my plan originally, but it’s the smartest thing I can do right now.”

She shrugs her shoulders and drops her vote into the urn.

The die had been cast. Six votes now sat in the container as the players sat in heated anticipation.

“I’ll go tally the votes” announced Jeff.

“You do that.” smirked Courtney Yates from behind a tree, a production member quickly grabbed her and pulled her away.

Returning to his podium, Jeff announced “If anyone has a hidden immunity idol and wants to play it, now would be the time to do so…..”

Everyone looked around nervously, but nobody reached into their bags.

“Okay. Once the votes are read the decision is final. The person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. I’ll read the votes.”

Angelina let out a deep breath but remained sitting upright.

Now nervous, she bit her bottom lip and stared straight ahead.

“That’s two votes Angelina, four votes left.” announced Jeff as he reached for the third vote.

“Ahhh” said Fairplay with a smile. It was his time, his alliance had flipped he thought.

“That’s two votes Angelina, one vote Fairplay. Three votes left.”

Lydia sat with a curt smile, surely someone hadn’t forgotten her big move.

Fairplay and Lydia exchanged a nervous glance. “What was happening?”

Jeff pulled the final vote out of the urn. If it was for either Angelina or Lydia they were gone, if it was for Fairplay then there was a three-way tie.

But no, Jeff pulled out the vote and stated “The fourth person eliminated from Survivor: What the Fuck is……”

Tearfully, Lydia looked around and stated how she wasn’t upset or angry, that she understood, how she just wanted to provide. Fairplay looked at her and stated how he didn’t know what went wrong. He sent an angry glare to Bret who shrugged his shoulders. Jill, Bret and Caryn had managed to out maneuver him.

“Lydia, I’m going to need you to bring me your torch.” said Jeff as he stood there with the snuffer. The snuffer was made of bits of driftwood and had a small statue of Coach in his trademark bow and arrow pose.

“Lydia, the tribe has spoken.” said Jeff as he brought down the snuffer and put out Lydia’s torch.

Lydia stood proudly, with her hands on her hips and her chest puffed outwards like superman.

“Thank you.” she tearfully said to Jeff.

“Bye guys.” she said.

But before she walked off into the jungle, Lydia removed her buff and tossed it to Caryn, who tearfully said thank you.

“Well, this tribe sure has seen it’s highs and lows and just minutes ago you had Lydia saying that this tribe was full of happiness. Let’s see how far this happiness takes you. Head on back to camp. Goodnight.”

But down the jungle path, Lydia encountered something new. There was a wooden sign with one arrow pointing left and one pointing right.

“A second chance!” yelled a joyful Lydia as she raced towards the sign. Was it Extinction Island like she hoped?

Nope

The sign on the right said to go this way for Uber while the one on the left said to go this way for Lyft.

Pissed. Lydia stated that she didn’t have all day waiting for a ride to Ponderosa and she grabbed the torch which sent her towards an Uber. It was a black Honda Accord, driven by Felipe who currently had a 4.87 rating. He handed her a bowl of crackers and bottle of water.

Final Words: Lydia (3 votes Lydia, 2 votes Angelina, 1 vote Fairplay)

“I thought I had saved myself and had integrated myself into the alliance. But I was wrong. (She’s saying this while chomping down on dry crackers). I just wanted to provide, but it looks like my tribe didn’t want that……fuck em!”

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