Outlast

`  In a brand new crossover fanfiction, Total Drama and Survivor combine minds to create Outlast, a new competition reality show that takes ten "average" American citizens into the harsh environments of a new and improved Wawanakwa, to compete against one another in order to win the million dollar cash prize on offer. But before all this, the contestants must have to battle harsh and deadly surroundings, home-made camp food and most importantly each other. They will also have to work in two tribes, Saitrionco and Kasa Kasa within challenges set every three days in order to win rewards and immunity from the vote off where all but one contestant shall receive a marshmallow. At some point in the game the tribes will dissolve where it will be every boy and girl for themselves within the tribe of Okaterius, up until the finale where only two will be left standing and after that only one of them will walk away with the million dollar cash prize. All the drama and more on the newest and first season of both Total Drama and Survivor, Welcome to... Outlast!

Written By, GalaxyRemixZ.

Contestants
• Bradford (The Deceitful Tactician) ~ Bradford is just an ordinary final-year high school student. He has nothing that truly defines him as a person, other than… his hobbies probably? The one thing that makes him an important addition to this cast is that he is a tactician, one versed in tactics and willing to do whatever it takes to win the prize money at the end of it all. He wants to use every action and strategy to his ascendency. He believes he has the ability to deceive and mislead others and with the use of his tactics, give himself the edge in the competition maybe by using others as his scapegoat? Will it all have an inevitable end, a perfect victory or ultimate sacrifice? • Carmen (The Effervescent Virtuoso) ~ Carmen has graced Outlast with her incredible skills in both the music industry and being such a general epitome of a kind person. The musical prodigy is a skilled violinist, bassist and pianist and has been obsessed with music since a very young age. She used to use the family’s piano as a child, and was taught to play it correctly by her father as she grew older. Her first owned instrument was a violin which was passed down from her grandmother. Carmen also has a tendency to be a bit of a klutz as she is highly enthusiastic in everything she does, could this possibly prevent her from winning the million, or could it be her kind-nature that sends guarantees her spot in the final? • Esther (The Irresistible Flirt) ~ Esther came from a family who is all in the theatre business, her passion for acting is incomprehensible. That is where her vast amount of confidence developed from. She loves to perform in front of enormous crowds and adores the attention and praise she receives from her work on stage. This all translates to her other side, which is her social life; a large group of friends and a good-looking boyfriend to top things off. However, with a timorous and somewhat coy demeanour she does intend to be flirtatious with guys other than her current boyfriend - however the idea of being irresistible is self-proclaimed and is unknown whether to be her true self or otherwise. With this in mind, is it possible she uses this façade to her advantage, or just to win the prize in Outlast? • Isaac (The Buoyant Highbrow) ~ Isaac is extremely intelligent, but doesn’t have the attitude that most intelligent people have as traits. Rather than being stuck-up and pompous he is instead an optimistic and cheerful person – he also denies that he is intelligent, he is nothing of the sort in his view. However, it is clear that he is as he passed all of his degrees with A* in Ancient History, Economics and Literature. His intelligence is something he dismisses in real life, but could it be used to his advantage since he obtains a lot more intelligence over the majority of the cast members. Possibly play the role of puppet master, or fail? • Matthew (The Offbeat Graffiti Artist) ~ Matthew was orphaned as an early teen and was left on the streets, he reverted to crime and felt rejected by society which caused him to become anti-social and uncooperative with the law. He found solace in art, mainly graffiti art in particular – it had some effect on him which stuck and kept him occupied and out of trouble. Slowly, he was able to find a place to stay in an orphanage where he stayed for the majority of youth. Now as a young adult, graffiti has become an addiction in some cases and can act as a burden and end with bad results. This is why he was signed up for Outlast, to prevent him from committing this ‘crime’. Will his skill come in handy whilst on the island, or will his offbeat nature ruin his chances? • Paisley (The Mellow Hipster) ~ <font color="#262626">Paisley loves to keep up with the latest trends and doesn’t really care about what they are initially. She likes to have the ‘in’ things as soon as they become popular or among the gossip of her friends and peers, although prefers those regarded as being outside the cultural mainstream. Paisley considers herself a quintessence when it comes to being hipster, she is a self-proclaimed goddess of all social media and maintains an easy-going and warm-hearted perspective. Could these traits possibly give Paisley the edge in the competition, or is she playing a highly quixotic game with believing she has what it takes to win – does she even have what it takes to make it far, let alone win? <font color="#a5891a">• Rupert (The Loose Screw) ~ <font color="#262626">Rupert doesn't function correctly when it comes to anything mentally, it's to do with some manifest of idiosyncrasy that he preferred to remain undisclosed. He didn't want to stand out but knew that because of his issues it would cause problems to the people around him. After being able to actually remain in control of what he had, he was then able to socialise with other people who had the similar quirk and he was able to overcome the fear of being type-casted as a freak of sorts. Later on in life, as he begun adulthood, he became a public speaker for the people with a similar disorder and strives towards making people feel comfortable with their condition. This is a reason why he joined Outlast, to get the message across, that it’s okay to be ‘different’. Will he be able to control his condition in order to win the million or will it ultimately be his downfall? <font color="#4d6a2a">• Simone (The Pretentious Beauty) ~ <font color="#262626"> Well according to Simone, the world revolves around her. She expects people to wait hand and foot on her just because she garners astonishing beauty. Growing up in the life of luxury, she always expects the best and only best - of course due to her favouritism from her father just for being the only daughter he has. Little daddy's princess became chichi or pretentious as time progressed and within the real world, she uses this to her best ability even though acquiring no real skills and qualifications for anything. As proof that she can do something for herself, she signed herself up for Outlast to show she is capable of things she isn't expected to have the ability of achieving. Will Simone choose to use her gifts to her advantage, or use daring manoeuvres to win the million dollars? <font color="#4d6a2a">• Travis (The Valiant Athlete) ~ <font color="#262626">Narcissistic, obnoxious, insensitive are all words that spring to mind when associated with Travis. Being an athlete, it is a trope to typically identify one of them as all of these words – but Travis fits the bill entirely. All he cares about is himself, obtains the qualities of being highly unpleasant, show’s no concern for others’ feelings and does not tolerate a defeatist attitude. Which is why he is was cast for the show, the fierce attitude towards the game will have a huge impact on what plays out, and it is either he is a very early out or he goes very far into the game. It all depends on how he strategizes his gameplay. Will he get far into the game, or will his terrible personality take its toll? <font color="#4d6a2a">• Viola (The Malicious Concierge) ~ <font color="#262626">With Viola being a concierge for a huge hotel chain that expands across the United States, she gained a bitter abhorrent attitude towards her job and anybody that she either works with or works for. But over time, working day in day out as a hotel employee whose job it is to assist guests surely these quirks would appear as side effects - especially from working a job you highly detest, just like Viola does. It's good pay nonetheless so 'just take each endless shift as it comes', quote from the one and only. Viola joined Outlast to get away from everything, literally. Plus I think we'd have a lot of guilt placed on our shoulders if we hadn't of cast her - besides she seems interesting enough and has what it takes to win the million?

<font color="#262626">Episodes
<h3 style="text-align:center"> <font color="#262626"><font size="3.5px">One: A First For Everything <font color="#262626"> Word Count: 4,778 <font color="#262626"> Posted On: January 6th, 2015

<font color="#262626">The camera focused in on a familiar host standing on a wooden, flimsy dock. Chris McLean finished fixing his hair before grinning his charming smile at the audience. <font color="#262626">"Yo!" he exclaimed, "and welcome to another exciting instalment in the Total Drama series. We've got ten 'average' American citizens coming for a chance to win fame and the grand prize of one million dollars!" <font color="#262626">He paused for dramatic effect. <font color="#262626">"However," he continued, "we've made a few changes for this season. For starters…"

<font color="#262626">The camera zoomed out to show the environment around Chris. The island which was Wawanakwa had somewhat become a tropical paradise, presumably, in the middle of the Caribbean. <font color="#262626">"We've moved back to Wawanakwa! Well, sort of anyway... Since the original Wawanakwa had perished during the finale of that ever so atrocious season, which I'd prefer to remain undisclosed, we had to relocate to somewhere new. The producers and I came across this place and took it for our own, so welcome to the new and improved Wawanakwa!"

<font color="#262626">Once again he paused as he raised his hands in the air. <font color="#262626">"Anyway, momentarily I will be welcoming the ten new castaways to the island but before all that, let me tell you the basics. Here at Total Drama, we strive to make each and every show the best it can possibly be, but evidently the quality of the most recent ones have slowly deteriorated as the show progressed. So! We decided to contact the folks at CBS to see if they would like to combine Survivor with Total Drama. Which was a success and allowed them to have combined minds to create; Outlast! A new competition reality show where the selected castaways are thrown into the harsh environment of this new Wawanakwa, set somewhere in the Caribbean archipelago." Chris had already lowered his hands during the speech; he took a deep breath as well as another pause for dramatic effect before continuing. <font color="#262626">"The contestants have to battle the harsh and deadly surroundings, home-made camp food and shelter, but most importantly each other. They will have to work within two tribes of five, Saitrionco and Kasa Kasa, whose names were created randomly and have no meaning or purpose whatsoever. Anyway, before I go off on a tangent let me carry on... Within these tribes, the contestants will compete within challenges set every three days in order to win either a reward or immunity, maybe even both, but more importantly to be immune from the vote off. At some point within the game, preferably half way, the tribes will dissolve and the remaining castaways will work individually to win immunity, although will all be a part of the same tribe; Okaterius... The process will then repeat itself up until the finale where the two remaining contestants will battle it out on final time." He then finally gets a chance to breathe, re-adjust himself before continuing once again. <font color="#262626">"Now, for this season we made sure we recruited the top contestants to bring drama. Nearly all of them have some form of deceit in them, well that's what I presume and hope for... There'll be lies and secrets; façades and betrayals galore this season. So are you ready for another amazing season of Total Drama? Let's hope so!” Chris says like a giddy child as the theme begins to play.  <font color="#262626">[Introduction]   <font color="#262626">"Welcome back to Outlast!" Chris announces as the distant sound of helicopters become increasingly deafening as they get closer and closer to the island. As both of the helicopters land on the beautiful sandy beach of Wawanakwa, Chris continues, "On the left, is all the contestants within the tribe of Saitrionco - their tribe colour is gold. On the right, is all the contestants within the opposing tribe of Kasa Kasa - their tribe colour is green." The helicopters' propellers finally slow down to a halt before the contestants are released individually so that they can receive their allocated introduction.  <font color="#262626">"And this is..." Chris paused, looking confused, "Wait, who are you? I haven't been given the list of contestants and their introduction order thanks to the producers." He waits impatiently before being handed the list of names from an unseen figure that appeared from the side of the camera. The camera then proceeds to pan towards the female contestant standing eagerly with her luggage in hand.  <font color="#262626">"Okay, so now I can finally get on with the show..." Chris retorts, "So you are Esther?" He asks hopefully as if he had got it wrong, she nods her head rapidly in response to his question.   <font color="#262626">"Yep! It's a pleasure to meet you Mister McLean." She responds politely, even though her response was delivered in a child-like timbre. Esther is shown in a pair of tight, light blue leggings as well as a crop top and a tribal/Aztec design cardigan - she has blonde hair and a very light skin tone, looking as though she has origins from Canada.  <font color="#262626">"Enough with the pleasantries, let's just get off on the wrong foot to begin with, that way I won't feel bad when I make you participate in such challenges and force you to live like a skank for the next month." Chris replies, still annoyed from being unprepared and seeming unprofessional previously.   <font color="#262626">"What? I was only trying to be-" Esther was quickly cut off by Chris and pushed to one side, where she stood in silence.  <font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Esther: "I mean, I know he was 'evil' on the show, but he didn't have to be that rude to me... I was only trying to be polite and well-mannered; I guess he won't tolerate the ordinary nice type anymore." She sighs before exiting the shack, which was made from bamboo and straw.   <font color="#262626">A fierce and bitter looking middle-aged woman climbs out of the helicopter and walks towards the green coloured mat that lies astray on the bumpy sand. She is shown wearing full suit attire, complete with a professional briefcase as well as flat shoes, suitable for the occasion. "I have a feeling that I should call you... Viola?" Chris asks, intimidated by her brutish and malicious demeanour. She subsequently nods. Viola also is shown to have black hair and a darker skin tone, earning her heritage from Africa. <font color="#262626">"I'm not here to mess about; can we get on with the show? I have a very bad feeling it is going to be a long and dreadful holiday of sorts." Viola asks, having already taken a spot next to Esther on the warm, golden sand. <font color="#262626">"What guarantees you that you'll last that long to call it a holiday? With that kind of attitude, I can make a tremendous assumption that you won't likewise." Chris responds with a smirk on his face, she gives him a deadly glare in return before folding her arms and looking in the direction of an abundance of trees, assessing the surroundings. Before Chris can continue, she begins, "Where is our 'shelter'? I'm sure in our contract it said we'd have some form of it, but where is it might I add?" <font color="#262626">"Oh, well about that. The shelter will be home-made, meaning you as campers will build your own shelter and pray that it keeps you safe from the predators that lurk at night." Chris lets out a menacing laugh which results in Esther's happy-go-lucky expression turning into terror and Viola ultimately rolling her eyes at Chris' ludicrous folly. <font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Viola: "I was told I had to make one of these, as a newly-arrived contestant. So here is my confessional; I have no clue why I signed up for this show at all..." She maintains a deadpan expression as she walks out of the small shack. <font color="#262626">A stout, rough looking male in his late teens is the next to arrive to the placed mats. "I'm going to guess... Rupert?" Chris crosses his fingers, possibly only for the attention. The overweight guy smiles, but then quickly changes his expression to a more disgusted utterance as he grunts heavily. <font color="#262626">"I don't mean to be rude- Oh wait, of course I do. The reason why I'm being rude is because of you Chris, you disgust me- Wait no, I didn't mean that, sorry. I... um... haven't been in front of a camera before? Yeah that's the reason I'm acting this way, showing off in front of the camera, yeah..." Rupert blurts out; he covers his face with his hands in shame as he walks towards a space next to the two girls. As he walks, he is shown wearing lounge pants and a loose t-shirt with brown hair that has tinges of blonde. Rupert also is of light skin, originating from America. <font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Rupert: "We all have to have one of these? But why? It's not like I have anything to confess, there’s nothing wrong with me- I hate you." He says in anguish, before muttering the last bit under his breath from which his expression changed again. <font color="#262626">"Hey, are you okay?" Esther begins to blush as she asks the question, causing Viola to once again roll her eyes. Rupert, just stares at her, twitching in the process, resulting in Esther and Viola to back away slowly, without Rupert noticing. <font color="#262626">"Wait, I'm fine, what about you?" Rupert responds moments later, only to be blanked by Esther who was focused on the next contestant who had got off the helicopter. Rupert turned around and kicked the sand into the air. <font color="#262626">The next contestant to arrive was another male, possibly around the age of twenty-four, good-looking and was built like a tank. He bestowed himself in front of the women, who stared mesmerised by his huge biceps, pectoral muscles and abs. He stood in front of the two girls, a smug grin graced his lips as he continued to show-off and receive worship in the process. All he wears is a pair of extremely inappropriate shorts and a vest that hangs below his chest, exposing his pectoral muscles. He also has blonde hair, which reflects the sun’s rays, which causes mesmerisation. Although unheard, he is asks where he’s from, to which he replies with America as a whole – no specific reason. Also, due to his accent, he probably has heritage from Australia, other than America. <font color="#262626">"Do you even need an introduction?" Chris asks, also mesmerised by his god-like physique. This left Rupert in the blue, who just stood facing the opposite direction - out to sea. Unbeknownst to what was going on. <font color="#262626">"I mean, I'll have one if you're offering..." The guy responds, turning his attention from the girls and onto Chris. He prepares himself for his introduction as Chris begins to announce, "Next up we have... Travis!" <font color="#262626">"Afternoon ladies." Travis returns his attention to the girls, who were still mesmerised by his body. He winks at them just after finishing his sentence, causing Esther to blush so much it seemed permanent after the minute long staring. <font color="#262626">"It's actually the morning but..." Viola begins, however left unable to finish her sentence due to being spellbound on Travis. <font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Travis: "I think this will work to my dominance throughout the game, due to my irresistible and charming beauty as well as my upper hand in challenges due to my physique and strength. It will be easy enough to fool the females, if they're desperate enough..." He leers at the camera before exiting the shack. <font color="#262626">"Next up we have... Bradford" Chris announces as an average looking teen walks towards the group of people, all he wears is an average blue v-neck shirt, khaki shorts and a pair of hiking boots. He stops in front of the others, presumably observing the competition – he has black hair, is of Asian descent, but still has blood relatives from America/England. <font color="#262626">"You are adorning the height of fashion, am I right?" Travis snickers as the other two girls laughs unrealistically in the background. Bradford glares at Travis, who's only response is to get angry and violent at Bradford who seemingly did nothing. <font color="#262626">"You're good, I'm sure you'll last long..." Bradford says sarcastically to Travis, who begins to once again get flustered and bothered about the situation, "Calm down... Anger management problems much?" <font color="#262626">"I don't think your dry sense of humour will allow you to last long either..." Viola defends Travis, who went back to his original state, as if his moment of angst and vexation had suddenly disappeared. <font color="#262626">Bradford clears his throat, "Whatever." Was his only response before he proceeded to take a spot next to Rupert, who was sat legs-crossed on the sand, still staring out to sea. <font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Bradford: "I'm not going to waste my time with such morons... I have a plan that will surely succeed if no such person will stand in the way of it, I can guarantee that for sure." He folds his arms, and reassures himself that his plan will work. Afterwards, he gets to his feet, from sitting on the rickety home-made stool and walks out of the shack. <font color="#262626">"Okay, half-way through... You see, nobody really understands how tedious these are until you've actually been in one and believe me, I've been in plenty." Chris says towards the camera, even though it was transfixed on the five contestants - all oblivious that they were being watched. "Anyway, here is the next contestant... Simone!" He announces, as the camera finally gives way and focuses its attention on the new arrival. The girl that stood in the line of view acquired flawless beauty, from head to toe her appearance screamed perfection. Simone stands, clad in a knotted checked shirt which exposes half of her stomach, as well as short shorts and a pair of Louis Vuitton heels to finish off the look. She has jet black hair, is tan, possibly half cast, with origins from Jamaica, Spain and America. <font color="#262626">She looks towards the group, all of the males enthralled in Simone's gaze, "When virtue and modesty enlighten her charms, the lustre of a beautiful woman is brighter than the stars of heaven, and the influence of her power it is in vain to resist." Travis divulged, whilst tensing his muscles, all for Simone's pleasure. <font color="#262626">"Did you make that up on the spot, Casanova? As if I'd let you have this. Who do you think I am?" Simone says in disgust as she looks down upon Travis who's managed to fall to his knees in ardour, "I have higher standards than some washed-up old athlete, how old are you? Fifty?" She asks as Travis' jaw drops open, causing him to momentarily scramble back to his feet. <font color="#262626">"As a matter of fact, I'm only in my twenties..." Travis remarks, offended by Simone's accusation. <font color="#262626">She laughs, "Oh bless, and ageing has done you no good." Simone then proceeds to push her clear transparent garment rail that holds all of her couture clothing and lingerie. She then thanks her butler, who appeared from a speedboat that is parked on the dock; he turns and walks away from the group. <font color="#262626">"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder... I want to look good here, as well as on camera of course." Simone states as she stands in between Viola and Esther, interrupting their individual conversation. <font color="#262626">"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to intrude your little tête-à-tête." Simone apologizes unconvincingly. <font color="#262626">"Of course you don't..." Viola remarks as Simone scowls at her. "Oh, don't do that... I'm sure that's one way of getting wrinkles, right? I mean I'm no beauty expert but I heard that somewhere." Viola says to prevent Simone from scowling, which works, but only results in her expression becoming odium. <font color="#262626">"You must be an expert on that, I guess. I mean, not to offend you or anything, but you're not ripe fruit." Simone whispers before rushing off towards the confessional shack prior to receiving an answer. <font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Simone: "Be so good, they can't ignore you is possibly the worst aphorism I've ever used. It'll probably get me voted off very early on in the game and I don't want that to happen. It's not my fault I was blessed with pulchritudinous." She stares into the camera lens to fix her make-up and hair, before exiting the shack. <font color="#262626">"I really don't think she deserved such a long introduction, Chris. I mean, we're all here to win the million and nobody is better than the other." Esther exclaims as she receives angry and sullen looks from a few fellow contestants. <font color="#262626">"Well I agree, but then again there is only ten of you and a half hour show, so I think it's okay that she's just filling up some spare minutes that would've been wasted on shameless advertising. I mean who would buy Juggy Chunks or Total Drama Yum-Yum Happy Go Time Candy Fish Tails? They are both vile, aha." Chris chuckles to himself at the thought of eating them. "Anyway, we're getting of track here. Might I remind you that there are still four remaining contestants? Okay, so the next contestant to arrive is... Carmen!" <font color="#262626">A young teenage girl approaches Chris and the others; she has a very delicate and fragile mien and wears a simple floral summer-dress and sandals – She has vibrant red hair and pale skin, with origins from England and Sweden. She also has her luggage in hand, with one holding a violin case. "Hello everyone! It's a pleasure to be here and to compete with all of you!" She says cheerfully, although she was denied acknowledgement from the others. <font color="#262626">"Come on guys, perk up! Be happy for this moment, for this moment is your life." Carmen quotes and smiles to one's heart's content, although reduces the others to cringe uncontrollably. "True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating new things!" Carmen quotes once again. <font color="#262626">"Please stop." Bradford beseeches, her expression turns to embarrassment because of his request, as if she was offended by it. <font color="#262626">"But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a person and the life they lead?" Carmen quotes, as well as asks rhetorically. <font color="#262626">"If you're a musician, just play some music instead of making a fool out of yourself by quoting about happiness." Bradford says with an intellectual tinge. <font color="#262626">"Okay!" She says happily, before retrieving her violin from it's case, she then proceeds to play. It also sets everyone else at ease, as she plays the sweet tune of Beethoven Kreutzer Sonata. <font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Carmen: "Phew, that was a comeback and more. I was making such a fool of myself, I literally couldn't stop quoting silly things I was told by my mother. I mean, it could've been nerves but still, it is only a reality show and you're working alongside other people fighting for the same objective. We're all here for the same reason, so I don't even know why I freaked out, I'm also freaking out now because I have no idea what to confess, do I have to confess anything? I don't know..." She looks puzzled at the camera, before returning to play the classical piece of music like she did prior to the confessional. <font color="#262626">"Okay here is the eighth contestant... Paisley!" Chris announces as the camera swings round to a quirky-looking girl clad in a rainbow tie-dye shirt, stirrup leggings and white converse pumps. The camera takes an arc shot and closes up on her face; she can be seen wearing white-rimmed hipster glasses and a black beanie. She also has blonde hair that has highlights of both pink and blue. Also she has a light-ish skin tone, showing her origins from America – like she had previously told, although unheard. <font color="#262626">"Please, if you don't mind..." Paisley asks, as she motions her hands in a move away signal. "Thank you." She responds, tranquil at that moment. <font color="#262626">"Are you a hipster?" Esther asks eagerly, a desperate expression takes over, as if it seems that she is trying hard to make friends. <font color="#262626">"Of course." Paisley replies with a smile, "Why haven't you heard of me? I'm like the queen of social media... I'm everywhere; Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, Snapchat. You name it." Paisley exclaims happily, as if she's finally found someone who cared. <font color="#262626">"I was only asking, I didn't need the details." Esther replies uninterested by Paisley, she removes her attention from her and instead focuses on the helicopter where the next contestant is about to be released from. <font color="#262626">"Oh I see. I'm not that interested in it either, I'm just extremely popular on there that's all, no big deal." Paisley says, although being ignored by the others. She makes one's way towards the confessional shack, which stands just to the left of the group. <font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Paisley: "Seriously? That was rude and so uncalled for, I'm sure people weren't so rude when they were introduced? Have I tried too hard to make a good and lasting first impression? Is it what I'm wearing? I mean it is a bit mediocre and cliché trope for a hipster. I'll stop..." She stands to her feet after firing the rhetorical questions one after another at the camera. <font color="#262626">"So, here is the ninth contestant... Matthew!" Chris announces as a ruggedly handsome looking guy in his late-twenties/early-thirties, walks across the sand barefoot, with his black combat boots in hand. However, in the other hand he carries a backpack, that takes the possession of a vast array of canisters of spray paint - well that's all that can be seen through the partly open section of the zipper. He is also shown sporting very child-like clothing; light green plain shirt with rolled up sleeves and baggy capris with a pair of pumps to go along with the outfit. He has black hair with green highlights and is also light of skin, possibly coming from the latter said before – more than likely Canada or America. <font color="#262626">"Well hello guys, I'm Matthew and it's a pleasure to meet you all." He waves, before quickly sheathing his hand into his pocket - ignorance fills the atmosphere. He shrugs off the discourtesy from the group and quickly locomotes to an empty space within the huddled batch of contestants. <font color="#262626">Matthew grabs one of the selections of canisters from his bag and then soon begins to spray paint the sand, to pass the time and consume his boredom. "Hey, does that look any good?" He asks, even though everyone's attention was already on him, pique looks address each and every one's face. <font color="#262626">"I think you should stop, the paint fumes are making me feel slightly faint." Simone makes a rejoinders, Matthew reluctantly stops at this solicit. <font color="#262626">"Or it could just be the scorching sun on your dainty skin. Or it could be all the makeup you've smothered your face with. I mean, ingredients found in cosmetics and beauty products could pose a serious risk to one’s health." Matthew ripostes with a jerk. Simone turns, unable to retrieve anything to retaliate with. <font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Matthew: "I think I made some form of lasting impression on the group, besides, I was only trying to pass the time so then the real fun can begin... Graffiti art would hurt nobody, the fumes do no harm at all, just looks at me for example." He makes a forced smile which results in a very macabre-esque sort of vibe; the camera quickly switches point of views and returns to Chris. <font color="#262626">"…And finally!" Chris lets out a sigh of relief, his craving for torture becoming more and more evident as the time progresses, "The tenth and final contestant... Isaac!" He announces as the two helicopters disperse and head off in opposite directions. The male castaway left in front of the other nine people looks overly exaggerated in terms of clothing choice; he is clad in an ordinary white shirt, but was also dressed in patterned mosaic-like designed trousers that were held up by black suspenders that are placed on either shoulder. He is also wearing a red bow tie and to finish his outfit off, black smart shoes. Isaac is also shown with ochre hair and with dark-ish skin – claiming heritage from Brazil and America. <font color="#262626">The majority of the other contestants snicker at his appearance, somewhat amused by his clothing choices, "Anything the matter?" Isaac asks rhetorically, removing his scrutiny from the book he had held in his hand to look vacantly at the others - receiving gawks as forms of response. "That's what I thought..." He murmurs under his breath before returning his attention back to the book. <font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Isaac: "I believe I'm good enough and above everyone else to not stoop to such a level that is beyond me. I am highly intelligent and I plan on using my wit in order to gain a further advantage into this game and since previous 'smart' people who have competed on this show have somewhat failed I know for certain that I have what it takes to take away the million dollar cash prize. Looking at the competition, I can assure myself that I do actually have a fair edge above the others and since there's only ten of us, getting that million dollars might be the easiest million dollars ever made." He lets out a slightly demonic laugh, whilst rubbing his hands together at the thought of having the prize money. After composing himself to his previous emotionless and dry self, he exits the shack. <font color="#262626">The ten castaways stand on the lush, golden sands before Chris. All of them obnoxiously looking in other directions. "Well finally that's over, now we can actually get on with the show!" The focus reappears and Chris captures all twenty eyes peeled on him. <font color="#262626">"Welcome to Outlast!-" Chris is cut off by the group's jubilant cheers and claps. "Now, let me lay down the basics... You will all be split into two tribes of five, when you are I'll continue. Let's see... Bradford... Carmen... Rupert... Simone and... Paisley! All of you come take your spot on the yellow carpet here." He points to the right and they all obey. "So, Esther... Viola... Matthew... Isaac and... Travis! Take your spot on the green carpet here." He points to the opposite direction where the carpet lies, they all follow his orders. <font color="#262626">Chris turns and walks forward slightly, further than touching distance just to be on the safe side - extra precaution. "So, as I was saying. You have been split into two teams; Saitrionco, which is the yellow tribe and Kasa Kasa, which is the green tribe. Within these two tribes you will learn to survive using your surroundings instead of the basic necessities you're all used to back at home-" Chris is once again cut off, this time by Rupert who suddenly becomes relevant after going invisible. <font color="#262626">"Wait, I've never done anything like this before. Are you sure it's safe to do?" Rupert asks, worried about Chris answer. <font color="#262626">"There's always a first for everything, so I wouldn't worry. Besides, the production team have their own camp somewhere on the island; they'll come if there are any problems." Chris reassures him, before continuing. "Also, within these two tribes, you will compete in challenges set every three days where you could win one of two things; immunity or reward, maybe even both if you're lucky, but that would more than likely happen at merge. So at the moment, you'll all be playing for immunity for a good portion of the game." <font color="#262626">"Intriguing, might I add. Why are their teams when we can just play anarchy?" Paisley asks, throwing her suggestion into the mix. <font color="#262626">"Well, actually I have no clue. But still, don't interrupt me please." Chris replies, and receives an incline in return to his question. He continues, "Okay, since I'm feeling generous, I'll throw in some items that will help you feel comfortable for the start of the game." Chris opens a box that was just placed there prior to his short speech, he takes out a tarp, a small piece of flint and two blankets and gives them to Saitrionco and then continues to do the same thing to Kasa Kasa. <font color="#262626">"You'll all have tonight off. But tomorrow, the game will start. Find your base camp and build your shelter before nightfall, I heard from a forecast that the Caribbean is due rain over night so I'd suggest you hurry up and find base camp." Chris throws the two tribes two separate maps leading to opposite ends of the tropical island. <font color="#262626">The two tribes go in their autonomous direction as the camera closes up on Chris, "Well that's it for the first episode, join us next time as plenty of lies and secrets; façades and betrayals enroll!" He announces, before he shouts; "Have fun in paradise..." to the two tribes before the camera turns to static and the credits roll in.

<h3 style="text-align:center"> <font color="#262626"><font size="3.5px">Two: Solace For Tired Feet <font color="#262626"> Word Count: 5,106 <font color="#262626"> Posted On: March 14th, 2015

<font color="#262626">The camera opens from it's original static screen, onto the beautiful scenery of the tropical island. It pans along the beach front and portrays a beautiful incongruity between the golden colour it acquires and the faint blue of the ocean shore, which slowly changes into a darker shade the further you look at in every direction. This quickly alters as Kasa Kasa appear, trekking along the beach front - slumped and dragging themselves with luggage in hand.

<font color="#262626">"...Why are we on the beach again? Seriously, I'm getting really nervous here guys, the suns already setting..." Simone cries out to the people in front of her.

<font color="#262626">"Just keep up, Simone. We have both Viola and Travis on our tribe, I'm pretty sure they'll find base camp before night creeps in." Esther replies, pausing in motion to allow Simone to catch up.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Matthew: "Yes allow the prescribed drug addict and 'epitome of fitness' find camp for us, I may as well just stop right now and stay on the beach for the night because by the time we give up, we'll be in the middle of the forest with who-knows-what and will be bordering psychosis - maybe even sparking a mental breakdown, well I can definitely see that happening for some..." He pauses to look over towards the rest of his tribe; Viola and Travis are both staring at the map provided, Esther lies on the ground in a heap, fanning herself with a beige Stetson hat and Simone is laid soaking up the sun with a pair of sunglasses to protect her eyes and a bottle of SPF50 sunscreen at her disposal. Matthew turns back to the camera, "You know... I really think my tribes collective intelligence is bar none." He sighs and returns to the group.

<font color="#262626">"Yeah... We're lost, so we could just settle here on the beach and then continue to find camp in the morning? Since it is starting to get dark." Viola suggests to the group, receiving nods from three of them - apart from Simone.

<font color="#262626">"I can't do that... I won't be able to survive the night... What if some creatures comes out of the woodland area during the night and try to get us? What if the tide comes in to far and sweeps us out to sea?" She continues to ask rhetorical questions whilst circling her luggage in a disturbed state.

<font color="#262626">"Well, instead of sending yourself hysterical, calm down and help us set up camp on the beach." Travis says to Simone, but was ignored completely. "Could someone like... sedate her?" He asks the camera crew that followed the tribe, getting a negative reply.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Simone: "Do you have a spare tent I can borrow for the night? I'm legit going to have a mental breakdown..." The camera shakes to portray the response to which she grunts and walks away in a childish fit.

<font color="#262626">"...Maybe if we officially introduce ourselves, it'll take our minds off the fact that we're lost? I mean, I wouldn't mind learning one or two things about my tribe." Esther attempts to lift the sorrow-filled atmosphere, and gives a flirtatious smirk towards Matthew.

<font color="#262626">"No thanks, Yoko Ono." Matthew replies, emptying his suitcase of items for the shelter. Esther rolls her eyes, and returns to sunbathing the last few minutes worth before the sun disappears into the horizon.

<font color="#262626">"Boy bye." Esther says under her breath, unable to be heard by her target, but was by the boom operator.

<font color="#262626">The camera then turns to Travis, who's finished his shelter, "Well I'm done, what do we need? Wood for a fire?" He suggests, receiving a nod of approval from Viola.

<font color="#262626">"Wait! Travis!" Simone shouts as Travis disappears into the dense woodland, she attempts to follow but retreats after the sound of wildlife frightens her. "Do you think he'd mind if I just settled down in his home-made tent?" She bites her lip and places her hand on her hip with an unsure expression on her face.

<font color="#262626">"Would you mind actually doing something?" Viola asks passing Simone an empty pail, "Fill this up and make yourself useful. Oh and remember to use the purification tablets, I'm sure none of us want a lingering taste of salt in our mouths before we sleep." Viola says, leaving Simone to process all the information she's received.

<font color="#262626">The camera then zooms out high into the air, which shows the distance from the tribe and their main base camp - a mere forty kilometres from where they're situated. It then switches to the other tribe, Saitrionco, who are trekking through the jungle.

<font color="#262626">"...When we were in them helicopters, this island seemed a lot smaller in real life than what it actually is. I mean how far are we away from the starting point now?" Rupert asks, twitching and scratching a sore red patch on his arm - presumably from what he's self-inflicted.

<font color="#262626">"Well, something we don't want to do at the moment is panic, so just chill. It won't be long until we find camp and then we can settle down and have a good night sleep." Paisley responds, turning her head over her shoulder to respond. She catches a glimpse of Rupert's arm, "Um, are you okay?" She asks, concerned about the irritated red patch on his arm.

<font color="#262626">"Of course! I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me, obviously, why is there something wrong with you? You have to accuse me of having a problem?" Rupert responds, becoming increasingly aggressive every time he speaks.

<font color="#262626">"Wow, dude, it's okay there's no need to get bellicose all of a sudden. It's okay to be stressed, I'm sure everyone else realises it's getting dark." Paisley says, seemingly calming Rupert in the process.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Isaac: "It's either that kid is doing this act for the publicity, or screen-time, but he is acting like a complete and utter mental institution patient." Isaac stands up off the damp tree roots, wipes the leaves and bits of moss off of his trousers and carries on walking with the tribe.

<font color="#262626">"Please, just stop..." Isaac asks in a desperate manner, clearly irritated by Rupert's peculiar nature. "Listen to him, we need to concentrate if we want to get back to camp in one piece." Bradford reiterates, focusing on the map in his hand with Carmen stood beside him, clasping the provided compass.

<font color="#262626">"Sure... I guess?" Rupert responds, unaware of why they want him to 'stop'. He grabs his bags and motions his hands in a moving gesture towards Paisley, allowing her to go in front - she thanks him and proceeds to do so.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Rupert: "I have Residual-type Schizophrenia, so yeah I have many delusions and hallucinations - even disorganised speech like last episode. Do you think any of them realise this and have an inkling about my condition? I sure hope not, I don't want a pity vote or even... voted off early because of it, ugh." He grunts, twitching and staring into the space around him. He smiles creepily towards the camera, possibly induced in one of his 'hallucinations'. He shakes his head moments later, stands and walks off in the direction the rest of his tribe went in.

<font color="#262626">Rupert emerges from the brush, the rest of his tribe already at work, "Where have you been? We've already begun building shelter and collecting wood for the fire." Carmen asks, questioning his whereabouts.

<font color="#262626">"I was just using the confessional, sorry I'll get to wor- actually... no I won't, do it yourself, I'm tired." Rupert replies, slumping his luggage on the ground and taking a seat on top of it, leaning his head on the branch of a large, sodden acacia tree.

<font color="#262626">"Hey, unless you want to eat tonight, I suggest you get up and assist us in building the shelter." Carmen snaps, obtaining the attention of a previously ignorant Rupert. His attitude changes back to it's ordinary self, he quickly reciprocates and follows through with her request.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Carmen: "Schizophrenic? Typically of the casting directors... I guess because one 'won' in a previous season, it'd be good to add another to the roster." She shrugs and continues to work on the shelter.

<font color="#262626">"I'm pretty sure you threatened Rupert to work, yet you're contradicting yourself by not contributing. So I suggest if you want to eat tonight, you assist us in building the shelter." Bradford reiterates sarcastically, leaving Carmen to give him a deadly stare in return. Isaac and Paisley both giggle to themselves, before the camera time-lapses, showing the tribe of five all settled down around the fire and the shelter prepared in the background.

<font color="#262626">"What do you think Chris will have us do tomorrow then? For the first challenge of the season?" Paisley asks, getting comfortable around the campfire with a fleece blanket over her shoulders for extra warmth - night time's air is cold and brisk.

<font color="#262626">"Hopefully something that requires little to no energy, but then again it is Total Drama and Survivor combined which means that that proposal is of an iota." Bradford shrugs off the question, wishes good night to his fellow contestants and heads for the shelter.

<font color="#262626">The screen turns to dark and then opens up at dawn around the Kasa Kasa tribe - located on the beach.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Simone: "I can't stand this place already... Last night was utterly horrendous, if I could I would bet money that I looked like a complete and utter trainwreck. I mean look at my hair, my hair is terrible." She cries solemnly, forcefully trying to un-cot her hair with a brush.

<font color="#262626">"How is everyone this morning?" Esther asks happily, gathering together toiletries for a pleasant soak in the sea.

<font color="#262626">"Not bad, the cushioning of the sand made my sleep heavenly." Matthew responds with a stretch and gaping yawn.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Travis: "I want to cry... When I went for a walk in the forest area of the island, I came across our base camp which was basically a ten minute journey from where we're situated now. Shows I'm on a team of failures." He rolls his eyes and folds his arms. "I'm not going to say anything otherwise Simone or whatever her name is will go ballistic."

<font color="#262626">"So what now? Do we head down to the challenge area?" Viola asks the production crew, located behind the camera. A faint 'yes' is heard and the tribe gather their bags before heading out.

<font color="#262626">A vast area of flat land is shown, littered with man-made structures. Chris stands the left of this strategically-placed mess, waiting for the contestants' arrival as they are shown having to traipse to the challenge's location. As both tribes finally arrive to their allocated mats, in their specific tribe colours, Chris begins, "Welcome, castaways... Here we are, at the location of the first challenge of the series! Anyway, the challenge will be called "Draggin' The Dragon", as seen from Survivor: Cagayan, where the tribes have to pull a cart across man-made and natural obstacles, carrying boxes of puzzle pieces in the form of a dragon. At three different spots, one player climbs up a ladder, using a bamboo pole, to reach out and release a key. The players must take that key, unlock a chest and put it in the cart. Once they have all the chests together, they must dismantle their cart and take all the chests out to stuff them through a barricade in the course. They must then climb up over the wall, reassemble the cart on the other side, and then make it through a bunch of natural obstacles to make it to the end. Using the pieces of the boxes, they must then solve a puzzle. First tribe to finish their puzzles win immunity. Makes sense?" He asks, waiting for questions.

<font color="#262626">"Wait, that was a lot to access... So we, grab the cart... run to the ladders, climb it, grab the key and take the key to the boxes, unlock the boxes and then solve the puzzle with the puzzle pieces within it?" Rupert asks, twitching uncontrollably - creeping out the others.

<font color="#262626">"Pretty much, yeah. Just follow what the rest of your tribe is doing and I think you'll be crystal." Chris replies, also unnerved by Rupert's quirks. "Survivor's ready? Go!" Chris shouts, as the two tribes pound off of their mats and towards the carts.

<font color="#262626">"Wait quickly, who is going to carry the cart/pull the cart along?" Isaac asks curiously, thinking out loud.

<font color="#262626">"Maybe just do everything as one group and then when we get to the different stations, someone just participates in retrieving the item needed?" Bradford answers, not allowing any of the females to have their input. He looks towards Carmen and Paisley who both just nod in agreement - Rupert stands in the background, observing.

<font color="#262626">"Okay listen up, me and Viola will control the cart because clearly, we are the strongest in the tribe. Simone, you will climb up each of the ladders and retrieve the keys using the bamboo pole. Leaving Matthew and Esther working on the puzzle. Problems? Queries? Concerns?" Bradford waits a moment before acquiring an answer, "No? Good, let's go!"

<font color="#262626">Both tribes are shown neck and neck by the time they arrive at the first set of ladders. Viola and Bradford, both using their combined brute strength to hurry along the cart without the help of the others, who are already prepared at their assigned hub. The Saitrionco tribe are shown struggling, disorganised and shown disorientated.

<font color="#262626">"What are you doing? Why do you want to go back, when the first set of ladders are literally five metres away." Paisley asks, her original mood and state changing to more of a concern.

<font color="#262626">"Well for one, the wheel is stuck in the pothole and we're heading off the tracks that have already been removed. I'd rather play a fair game and win by doing so..." Isaac responds, attempting to pull the cart out on his own. Rupert joins in on the help, picking up the cart from the initial wheel instead of the framework, causing the wheel to screw loose and fall off.

<font color="#262626">"Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Here, let me help." Rupert intervenes, trying to correct what he mistakenly contributed towards.

<font color="#262626">"Just stop please, someone else just grab that end of the cart, so then at least the rest of the wheels can move." Bradford says to which Carmen responds, dropping the bamboo pole on the floor in order to help.

<font color="#262626">"On the count of three, we can continue, yes?" Carmen asks, as everyone gets into position - leaving Rupert trailing behind without helping. "One... two... three-" The camera then cuts to the Kasa Kasa tribe who are already at the second section.

<font color="#262626">"Go, Simone!" Viola shouts, instructing her to climb the ladder in order to attain the key. Simone grunts, disapproving Viola's coarse and ill-mannered nature. However, she does as she's asks.

<font color="#262626">"Almost... got... it.." Simone struggles, trying to stretch further than she can reach in order to obtain the key - standing on one foot and extending her arm as far as she can. "Okay, I have it." She says just as the key drops on the sand below, to which Esther picks up and runs towards the chest provided.

<font color="#262626">"Someone grab this with me, it's a lot heavier than it looks." Esther complains, endeavouring with the chest. Matthew comes to her assistance and helps her with placing the casket onto the cart. She shows a sense of gratitude by smiling appreciatively.

<font color="#262626">"Come on! Do you want to win or not? hurry up!" Travis barks orders, his team all looking vexed by his attitude.

<font color="#262626">"We are... Sheesh, calm down" Esther responds, grabbing one end of the cart in order to push it to the final set of ladders.

<font color="#262626">The camera then switches back to Saitrionco who are stuck on the second station, "Okay, I'll climb up the ladders and recoup the key for the chest, then Paisley you can grab the key and unlock it." Bradford says, taking the lead.

<font color="#262626">"Yes, sir." She mocks him by making a salute gesture, waiting in position under the dangling key above. He scorns her with a deadly glare, before sprinting up the ladder as fast as his feet could carry him. Bradford then uses the bamboo pole to hoist the key off of the stanchion it's originally attached to, it drops and falls into the palm of Paisley's hand as if it was on command.

<font color="#262626">Paisley proceeds to unlock the chains that surround the outside of the chest, unravel them and with the help of Carmen, places it onto the cart with the other chest.

<font color="#262626">The camera shows Kasa Kasa now already trying to solve the puzzle, Matthew and Esther are shown hard at work. Viola and Travis are shown sat in a heap on the ground, cushioned by a mound of soil, vying to catch their breaths back in the torrid Caribbean climate.

<font color="#262626">"...look, as you can see, this piece goes there and then we've got it." Esther continues from a previously unheard sentence. Matthew's facial expression portrays a somewhat confused attitude. "Seriously, don't be dense. Pass over the pieces and let me complete the puzzle myself."

<font color="#262626">"What? and let you get all the credit for winning the challenge? I don't think so..." Matthew refuses. The other members of the Kasa Kasa tribe look on, bewildered until Esther fiercely prises Matthew's fingers off of the two puzzle pieces before placing them in the correct spots. "Is that it?" Esther reacts uncontrollably, showing the Saitrionco tribe in the background all looking on in disappointment.

<font color="#262626">"Kasa Kasa win immunity!" Chris announces after reading the puzzle which spells out the word 'Immunity'. All of the contestants re-join together on the provided tribe mats where Chris announces, "Kasa Kasa, well done on your victory. You are all safe from tonights Tribal Council and you can now head off and celebrate with a luxurious meal prepared by the closest restaurant we could find - where you will enjoy the Caribbean's finest cuisine and delicacies." He hands Viola the immunity statue, which is an average-sized sandalwood tiki doll. The tribe is then shown walking along the dusk ridden beach, heading off into the distance and back to camp.

<font color="#262626">"Saitrionco, what can I say? Poor effort equals bad outcomes, in this case losing the challenge which means Tribal Council awaits you this evening." Chris smirks antagonistically at the group, who look on perturbed by him.

<font color="#262626">"Hubris kills..." Isaac remarks under his breath, which nobody heard. Momentarily, he and his tribe gather their belongings that they brought and then diverted back in the route they had came from in the first instance - all of them frigid and simultaneously dragging their feet along the strand, kicking particles of sand high into the air.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Viola: "I feel as though our team worked well together and I have a slight inkling that we'll get very far. Maybe an immunity run is possible? Who knows?" She says as she trails the Kasa Kasa tribe's rear end.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Paisley: "We didn't work as well as a team than what we should've, with both of the more intelligent contestants on my side I would've thought that we had more of an advantage since strategy is seemingly better than other traits like brawn. But I guess because both of them wanted to take charge it sort of caused a rift between the team dynamic which sent us downhill as the challenge progressed." She sighs and then returns back to the others who are shown walking back to the base camp.

<font color="#262626">Back at the Saitrionco bivouac, silence fills the atmosphere. Everyone within the tribe ignores one another, exchange bitter signals from one another if they were ever to receive eye contact. Rupert sits alone, resting on a hammock that hangs from weak branches of two acacia trees. Carmen is sat down besides the dying fire and plays her violin to no apparent audience, leaving Paisley asleep inside the tent.

<font color="#262626">Bradford sets out with an empty bag in hand to collect wood "Hey would you like some help?" Isaac asks, only to be rudely ignored as he disappears into the brush. "Okay, fine."

<font color="#262626">"I think he's of the competitive type, don't approach him for awhile until he's, you know, calmed down of sorts?" Paisley begins, trying the make Isaac feel better. She props herself up onto a pillow, facing outwards from the tent's opening, "Maybe, if you want to, collect some basic stuff on your own if you want to contribute? We're low on water, perhaps, take the bucket and collect some?" She suggests. Isaac gratifies, walking towards the sea with the pail in hand.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Carmen: "It's a little tense back at camp, even though we lost a challenge it's like everyone has gone against each other. I shouldn't be confident, but I know that I'm not leaving for a fact since I literally did as I was asked and didn't really contribute to the loss. My bet is on Isaac, Paisley or Bradford." Carmen says, returning to the song she had previously stopped playing.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Bradford: "My tribe sucks, if we actually followed what I said and not what Isaac said then it would've worked but of course not. Already, I'm beginning to doubt why I actually signed up, especially for the thirty or something days - I'm definitely not going to last that long at this rate." He says, collecting wood as he speaks towards the camera.

<font color="#262626">However, at the other camp, the mood is elevated compared to Saitrionco. Kasa Kasa are shown already celebrating their win - ordering their promised meal from a menu that was bestowed upon them.

<font color="#262626">"I know this is supposed to be Survivor and Total Drama, but I could seriously get used to this." Matthew says as he finishes his order of food. He rummages through his ruck sack and collects a cannister before spray painting some forms of art on a tree stump nearby.

<font color="#262626">"Anyone want to take a dip in the sea whilst we wait?" Esther asks happily - mainly focusing over Travis who is shown shirtless.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Esther: "He is such a douche-bag at times but on the other hand he is so dreamy. Maybe I can put my skills to good use? Maybe even have an alliance on my hands, surely I can get him to join me - maybe with the help of Viola." She swoons at the thought.

<font color="#262626">"Uh, sure. That challenge has made me work up a sweat, so I feel kind of dirty." Travis says, stripping down to his underwear before sprinting towards the sea. Esther and Viola both follow - stripped down to their floral bikinis.

<font color="#262626">Viola, Esther and Travis are shown on the surface of the water talking, the rest of their bodies are submerged underneath. "Guys, I was wondering, would you two like to form an alliance with me, since I think we're the strongest on our tribe and we could pretty much dominate this game if we wanted." Esther brings up the subject, none of them refuse to acknowledge.

<font color="#262626">"I guess, since both of them two are pretty useless - did you see their performance in the challenge? I mean seriously, they're dead weight." Viola agrees, using this as persuasion for Travis to join.

<font color="#262626">"To be honest, you're right. I guess we could work stuff out. First thing though, no leaders of the alliance because then it seems that that certain person wants to take charge and run the alliance themselves - furthering only themselves in the game and using the others as scapegoats." Travis suggests, to which the girls oblige - shaking his outstretched hand in agreement.

<font color="#262626">Matthew and Simone are shown sat on the beach, both in their swim gear. Simone is sat soaking up the sun whilst filing her nails and Matthew is shown attempting to build a sandcastle using one of his empty cannisters as a bucket.

<font color="#262626">"Good thing I found solace for my tired feet. I think I have splinters on the soles of them, ugh." Simone says, removing her Louis Vuitton stilettos.

<font color="#262626">"Why? Did you do the challenge barefoot? Who, in the right mind would climb home-made wooden ladders, barefoot?" Matthew says, showing a little bit of concern.

<font color="#262626">"It doesn't matter really, they're only aching a bit - it's not a travesty." Simone remarks, returning her cynosure off of Matthew and back to pampering herself. "Can you smell that?" She looks behind her, Matthew doing the same.

<font color="#262626">The meals arrive on one of the carts that they use for the challenge and it shows Kasa Kasa sat around the camp fire, eating their meal, before it switches to the Tribal Council area where it shows Saitrionco sat and waiting to vote.

<font color="#262626">"Welcome castaways. This is the Tribal Council zone, where tonight, one of you will leave and become the first person voted out of Outlast. When you play this game, you have to fight for your place to stay and the only thing that is the barrier between the dock and your seat right now is the fire - since you see... Fire represents life." Chris announces, "In this repository, you will place a slip of paper with the name of the contestant you believe doesn't deserve to be here anymore." He shows the group a decorative box that has a painterly design in both shades of green and yellow - the tribe colours.

<font color="#262626">"Now, I guess that's the basics... Oh wait, if you have an immunity idol - which you don't at the moment since one hasn't been put into place yet - you will have the ability to become immune at the Tribal Council you play it out which could negate votes that were originally cast against you, if there were any." Chris informs them, however, they are shown uninterested and more terrified nonetheless. "Carmen, you're up first." Chris says, pointing Carmen the way to which she'll vote.

<font color="#262626">A montage of confessionals are shown in the order of; Carmen, Bradford, Rupert, Isaac and then Paisley.

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Carmen: "I'm sorry but we only need one leader and your too conceited to be one or live up to the title... One way or another you'll irritate us sometime during the game and you won't get far, better now than later."

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Bradford: "I feel as though your a major competition threat but then again if I want you out I can get you out whenever I want so I guess you can stay to further me and my game, otherwise I'll be gone earlier than my expectations suggest. Anyway, my vote goes to..."

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Rupert: "Other than myself, you made us lose, so you have my vote of course."

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Isaac: "I can't tell whether or not you threw the challenge on purpose or you want the screen-time that bad. I mean seriously, you are sort of a creep anyway, so by acting as 'yourself', would just garner you the stuff you crave so very much. I can give you my vote though, if you covet that as well?"

<font color="#262626">(CONFESSIONAL) Paisley: "You're literally, not figuratively, terrifying. Sort yourself out you utter reprobate, you make it hard for me to sleep at night, please just leave."

<font color="#262626">Paisley returns to her stool, as the others stare at her menacingly as she sits. "I'll go tally the votes." Chris says, accumulating the attention of most. "If anyone has a hidden immunity idol and would like to play one now is the time to do so." He looks for an answer before bursting into narcissistic-esque laughter, "I'm only joking, none of you have one... But before I read out the final votes, I have some questions... Bradford, do you think you have a chance to stay tonight?"

<font color="#262626">Bradford thinks for a moment, pretending to be thinking of an answer, "Well I think I'm relatively safe from the vote off, since I did contribute fairly well towards the victory - that resulted in failure. I don't think it was necessarily my fault entirely, so I think I should stay in the game."

<font color="#262626">"Isaac, do you think that it was your leadership skills that sent your team plummeting into oblivion, equivalent of failure?" Chris asks, nodding towards the camera because of his intellectual question.

<font color="#262626">"No, because I had thought of the plan during the initiation, as well as how to work around the problems if any were to emerge, I had them covered. But some people, who I'd prefer to remain nameless, ruined that chance because they wanted to have their two pence worth." Isaac says, folding his arms, receiving glares from a few of his tribe members.

<font color="#262626">"Finally, Carmen, do you think anything such as alliances have sprung up in conversations back at camp yet?" Chris asks curiously.

<font color="#262626">"Is that a serious question?" Carmen asks, getting a nod from Chris, "Well then no. If we're unable to win a challenge as a group, then I don't think anyone is in talks with one another about 'getting to the finale'. If we're unable to communicate and be uncoordinated then I guess not - it's obvious."

<font color="#262626">"Okay, thank you for your enlightening answers. Here are the votes..." Chris says as he grabs the first slip of paper from the box, "First vote... Isaac." A variety of smirks and shocked faces are displayed.

<font color="#262626">"Second vote... Rupert." No reaction of sorts are shown.

<font color="#262626">"Third vote... Rupert." It turns the spotlight onto his face, which is shown to have dropped into despair.

<font color="#262626">"Fourth vote... Paisley." She is shown with a shocked expression on her face, as though she is offended by the vote. Paisley then shrugs it off, folding her arms in confidence - confident that she will stay.

<font color="#262626">"Fifth and final vote..." Chris pauses for dramatic effect, the faces of Paisley, Rupert and Isaac show worried expressions. "The first person voted out of Outlast... Rupert." He stands, both Isaac and Paisley take a sigh of relief - both Carmen and Bradford are shown smiling happily to themselves. Rupert gathers his belongings and his lit torch to where Chris stands. "Rupert, the tribe has spoken." He snuffs out the torch before Rupert is shown walking down the slabbed, concrete road and out of sight.

<font color="#262626">"Well that was eventful of sorts... Head back to camp, Tribal Council is adjourned." Chris says, as the remaining four of Saitrionco grab their bags and torches before leaving in the opposite direction than Rupert did.

<font color="#262626">"That's a wrap on the second episode of Outlast... Although minimal in content - I'm sure a lot more drama, façades and subterfuge are sure to arise. I can guarantee." Chris says, maniacally laughing to himself as the camera zooms out to show a full scale view of the tropical island before cutting to static - allowing the credits to roll on.

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<h3 style="text-align:center"> <font color="#262626"><font size="3.5px">Eight: Bedlam/Exodus <font color="#262626"> Word Count: TBA <font color="#262626"> Posted On: TBA

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<font color="#262626">Extras
<h3 style="text-align:left"> <font color="#262626">Elimination Table

<h3 style="text-align:left"> <font color="#262626">Key


 * <font color="#262626"> WIN - This contestant won the challenge and were immune from the vote off.
 * <font color="#262626"> LOW - This contestant received the final marshmallow at the Bonfire Ceremony.
 * <font color="#262626"> SAFE - This contestant received a stale marshmallow at the Bonfire Ceremony.
 * <font color="#262626"> IN - This episode was either an introduction/aftermath/reunion episode and therefore the contestants were already safe.
 * <font color="#262626"> OUT - This contestant did not receive a marshmallow at the Bonfire Ceremony and was eliminated from the competition.
 * <font color="#262626"> LEFT/QUIT - This contestant left/quit the show for un/known reasons.