*steeples fingers* Welcome to Tribal Council. Tonight, my leading statements and questions will be about strategy for no apparent reason whatsoever, because all of my Council lines are put out there totally at random -- right, James? But as someone who's seen everything everyone's done, ever, I feel qualified to talk about strategy, even if I'm not always sure how to spell it.Todd, my sympathy on your sister's miscarriage. Yes, I can have sympathy. You see, while I experienced the Dalton Incident, it has not automatically made me think that everything a contestant is told about at the family Reward is prearranged and faked. At least, not on both ends. Your reaction was genuine, I'm almost completely certain of that. Your sister, on the other hand, may have been lying to you in order to win you sympathy from your tribemates. I'm completely serious here: your response was normal, her reaction was off. So if it happened, I'm very sorry, at least for the next five seconds, which we will edit out. If it didn't, that means your sibling was ripping your heart into pieces in order to turn the others against you, because they don't believe a word of what happened. And she came in ready to use that as a strategy. Be sure to let me know how that works out when you get home.
Courtney, your strategy is to hate everybody and everything, recognize no one other than yourself as being human, complain endlessly, be carried along by allies who not-so-secretly despise you, then use everything they've done to win. And yet you're descended from British lines. That's odd, because with the way you're playing, I would have sworn you were French.
Amanda, your strategy seems to be making Todd think he's going home in every cycle. Or foreshadowing that Todd may go home in every cycle. And yet, you never actually do anything that would send Todd home. There is a word for this, but I can't explain it to you because I don't know how to translate it into idiotic fake bird call.
Peih-Gee, you have exactly two strategies left. One is to keep winning that necklace, and by the way, our next Immunity challenge will be based on Chinese calligraphy for no apparent reason. The other is to get one of these morons to listen to you. If I were you (and I'm so glad I'm not), I'd concentrate on winning that necklace. These people are very stupid.
Erik, I can't tell what your strategy is. Why don't you explain it to me? ...oh. So tonight, you're considering going in line with Todd's alliance and voting for yourself, because you feel it'll help advance your position in the game. Well, I suppose going past the player seats to the jury ones would be considered a form of position advancement, at least to the geographical west...
Denise, let's finish with you. Right now, you are going to finish in fourth place. That's right: I said it. Fourth. Place. With a chance of fifth, because if Peih-Gee wins that necklace again, you'll go in her stead. Now if you switched to the Tiger side for the evening and tried to force a tie with Todd, you'd have about a fifty-fifty chance of his going home tonight, which would let you ride into a final Council paired with two Tigers against a jury with a lot of Dragons on it. This would give you a chance at winning the game. And if Todd won the tiebreaker, he would be so angry at your betrayal that you would leave in -- fourth place. Or fifth if Peih-Gee took the next Immunity. So basically, you are rolling the dice tonight on either changing your situation for the better or having it be absolutely stable for the worse result which you were going to get anyway. Which do you feel is the more sensible decision?
Really?
I'm not talking to you any more.
Roleplaying game: speak as your character or create a new one related to the environment to use, and don't worry too much about what you say: gawd knows Denise never listened to what her brain was trying to tell her. Many good (as in ludicrous) parts still available at http://community.realitytvworld.com/boards/DCForumID1/3680.shtml . Come in, sign up, and do to your characters what they're already doing to themselves.
Let us contemplate strategeries and the paths to Survivor success my brethren, yes. Baby steps at first. Or the lack thereof wherein you windup in a box canyon with 2-3 inches of rain causing yet another California mudflood. Preparation and planning are everything, except for ad hoc adjustments and just floating ignorantly along, which also seems to work for some. Amanda, you believe you have a Plan, right? As Miss alpha-blurbutt putting pepper spray into the other contestants' rice bowls? At least you know something about backstabbing and shifting orbits.
Todd, your plan is to keep the throne of alpha-kindof-male by ... what exactly, except a repetroir of facial expressions and hand gestures? Your actions show all the focus of a nebula still condensing to a coherent point of thought other than me-me-me. You do realize that you're the lesser orb in your binary star system? Can you respond with out using the "I" word?
Peih-Gee, oh, PG. Just win, baby. Next IC will be an all you can eat contest using only chopsticks. Denise will be your only competition. You've been trying and tossing out as failed strategies left and right. Best is to be in final three with 2 of the other original tribe -- John Fu Wind (let's fly to a long distance resort and complain about John Fu's wind contributing to global warming) and Flying Tigers (little Black Sambo with wings?), I forget which was which* -- and depend on old tribal loyalty. Do you think that'll work?
Courtney, you are the classic nasty not-so-hidden-anger girl I'd never be interested in. $100 might sway me. You walk a fine line (hehe, don't turn sideways yet) between antagonizing everyone and being antagonized by everyone. How's that balancing act going?
Erik, you have a great "dark-matter" strategy, but nobody will know how to write your name down at the end. You may get sucked into Amanda's gravitational field, and thus start to shine on us. Which way will you spin? What's your pulsare?
Denise, for all your being at the end of the food chain Survivor-wise, why do I envision you ladling out the slop of the entre du jour at the beginning of the line in the cafeteria? Is your strategy to begin rousing your brain to activity, some sort of critical mass of brain energy creating a fusion of considered options, and yet still fizzle out, doing nothing?
* I just had to stick that stuff in, didn't I?
If you build it, nature will destroy it. Don't come whining to Uncle Fed for help.