Immunity Challenge Answers

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During the Season

1. Nevel Papperman

2. Peppa Pig

3. Jack Black

4. Lucifer Morningstar

5. Indiana Jones

Jury House

1. Beth Harmon

2. Jack Black

3. Lindsey Morgan

4. Cara Maria Sorbello

5. Peppa Pig

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The Diary of a Helpless Bitch on an Island

Day 14. Today is day fourteen of living on this island. No sign of humans, no sign of help, no sign of safety. Being stranded with Peppa, Marceline, Gale, and Lindsey has driven me to the point of insanity. Luckily there seems to be enough food supply in the general area.

I have only this diary I picked off of Lindsey’s body that I’m now writing in to vent my thoughts and help maintain sanity.

Because this is my first entry in this diary, I will fill you in on what happened to me:

My name is Wendy Christensen and I’m a flight attendant for United Airlines. I was attending on a flight to Jakarta, but while we were flying over the Pacific Ocean near the island of Sulawesi there was an occurrence that caused the plane to crash. One of the 5 survivors, Gale Weathers, seems to know the reason the plane crashed into the ocean, but she is keeping that information from us.

I have no clue why help hasn’t arrived yet.

I’ll detail my story in later entries, I need to focus on finding a source of freshwater.

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Day 19. I hold regret for not writing in this diary again sooner. The only time I have to spare is late at night, but I’m no longer able to see the pages I’m writing because of the darkness. The other 5 survivors are fucking nuts. Specifically Gale fucking Weathers. That bitch is testing me every five seconds.

Right as the plane was heading down, we crashed into the ocean. Most people on the plane died of broken necks, but luckily I was flung into the body of Lucifer Morningstar, and his body shielded mine from direct trauma. I’m glad he died personally, he was a complete dick on the plane. Luckily there was an inflatable boat sitting in the water when I swam out of the wreckage, which I can only assume was from the luggage of the bearded man with the cowboy hat and whip.

As of right now, the survivors and I have set up a nice home base. It’s not amazing, and it certainly can't last… But I have hope for us being found and saved before we need to worry about the status of our shelter.

After conversing with Marceline, I have logically concluded that Lindsey is dumber than a box of rocks. I cannot stand her at all. She’s like a dog, just here for the fun of it. She’s nothing but a waste of food and resources, plus, she eats all the damn food we DO have. I can see a shortage coming soon, there’s only so much food on this tiny island.

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Day 22. After visiting the wreckage of the ship, a few useful tools emerged. Peppa (that oinking slut) found a flare gun, which was the most profitable find of the day. I found a fishing line and tackle box, which was empty of bait and a pole- not a horrible find either. The others found more useless things. Marceline uncovered a jukebox with a broken “What’s New Pussycat” record in it and Lindsey found a polaroid of Gale licking Lucifer’s ass. Not going to comment on that.

All in all, today was a win for me. Still no sign of help coming.

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Day 26. I cannot believe what just fucking happened. I’m writing this entry because I legitimately can't comprehend what Peppa (oink bitch) told me. Peppa revealed that the main cause of the crash was because Lucifer Morningstar and Gale Weathers decided to go ape-shit on the pilot for not voting the way they wanted. They ended up knocking the pilot out, making his unconscious body press into the dive-bar, thus sending our plane into a spiral.

Boy am I fucking mad, I can’t stand her already- but to find out that she is the direct cause of this mess is beyond my temper management.

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Day 27.

Just killed Gale Weathers Very Happy

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Day 32. Today is day thirty-two. I don’t know if I can take another oink from Peppa Pig. I’m seriously about to fry her ass. I think I’d get a cast iron pan, throw it over a nice charcoal flame, and slow roast her pork belly. I’d render that fat and make a nice glaze sauce for later with it. Maybe throw in wild onions, or perhaps even scallions… Drizzled in some red wine. I might even throw in a pineapple or wild guava and make a sweet-and-sour sauce with her left ass cheek meat.

On a more real note, I’ve been thinking about our food shortages each coming day. The coconut trees near our shelter have run dry and catching fish in the ocean has yielded little results recently. I think we’ve been here so long that the fishing season in this part of the world is over.

If I’ve counted the days correctly, today is October 8th, which marks the 8 week anniversary of landing on this God-forsaken island.

Why. Hasn’t. Help. Come.

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Day 49. Today is the day we’ve officially run out of food. The guava and coconut trees are picked clean and there’s no more wildlife in the area. We never secured a constant freshwater source, so we relied on rain water, but it hasn’t rained in a week, so we’ve been supplementing with coconut water… Which also ran out.

We’re in some deep shit.

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Day 50. I seriously think we should consider eating Peppa. I said it as a joke before, but FUCK I want to eat that bitch’s snout.

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Day 52. We drew straws yesterday. Whoever got the smallest straw would be the first person we would turn on if we had to come to that decision.

Peppa drew the longest straw, but I might go down on that anyways.

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Day 63. I’m losing my mind. We haven’t eaten in days and I’ve only drank rainwater in the past few days. I’m running on real fumes here. Time to hunt Peppa down.

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Day 65. I fucking did it. Peppa is GONE! OINK!!

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Day 69. A plane flew by, so I fired a flare with the flare gun we acquired. The plane did not see, so I fired again, this time aiming for it to be in the line of sight with the plane. What I did not plan on doing was to actually HIT the plane. The plane crashed.

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Day 85. The plane’s emergency communication activated as it crashed into the island, signaling for help. The pilot died, but me and the other survivors were found and saved. I am writing in this journal now as closure for this traumatic experience. Peppa’s family is currently beginning a strong lawsuit against me, so wish me luck in counter-suing them.

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