Allright. That's it!
That drat-blasted EPJP has done me one over and has left he out to hang-dry atop a fortification of self-inflicted spoils.
Soooo, I have no Hut-Cam to share with you this week. It seems that most anything I could possibly have devised as a question has been answered already. Thanks in part to my sworn enemy EPJP and his crack-addled staff of edit-demons.
However, I do have a request. During the middle of the week I was captured and locked away in a penthouse prison suite of the Vdara...
The non-smoking, non-gaming, ultra-posh resort. Most famous because; due to its position, angle, building materials and malicious intent is quite capable and fond of roasting people alive.
(Talk about gross-food.)
As of this moment there is only 1 way in or out.
And the Sun is about to reach the points in it's path where the "death-ray" will begin torching anything on it's way through the singular outlet. And like ants under a magnifying glass, you all are in danger of being roasted in your quest.
See, I am charging you all with saving me. In mere moments I will raise the bugle on this quest.
You, as celebrity losers, in hopes of reaching your much exalted host in his pent-prison, must get yourself from the starting point, where you currently are, across the atrium and into the building.
I will be describing the process further in a post below and will also be calling the first move in that post as well.
For now, those that have the Space Helmet (Dennis, Sandra and Sasha) have a slight advantage, discuss...
Oh and discuss, if you want to, the lack of Hut-Cam this week. As if Survivor REALLY was the reason any of you were here in the first place.