This is the death note I jokingly wrote about myself last night when the score was 3/3 Beast/Me. I was going to post it and then I refreshed and someone had swapped votes so I saved it for later:
They always hated her, what with her long blond hair, big blue eyes and doctorate from the University of Pheonix. They said she wasn't qualified, that she couldn't do the job because she was a woman, that she wasn't fit to handle a weapon, that she couldn't bring her AR-15 on the boat, all because her ex-husband mysteriously went missing and she inherited his money and his tiger zoo.
So when Hank and Hank, a pair of twin brothers so dumb that if you put their brains together you'd swear they were triplets, walked in on Jackie polishing her unlicensed, unregistered Tomahawk missile in her cabin, Jackie knew she was fucked.
The boys gathered the crew on the deck, or they did as best they could when you took into consideration the hunchbacked Hank's lisp and the club-footed Hank's inability to use stairs. Some of the crew were drunk, some were hungover, all were blinded by their desire to get off the boat while using as few brain cells as possible.
Jackie, the ship's security guard, made her case, mostly by wildly pointing the finger at people for their own past transgressions. The crew had heard enough, she was sentenced to die. Jeff Probst took Jackie's tribal flame and spoke those solemn words as he dunked it into the shallow end of the pool with the water slide on Deck 3: "The crew has spoken."
And then they drowned her in like a Bioshock Infinite way where they each sort of held down different parts of her body while chanting "would you kindly."
The crew would never know that as well as having a certain love of missiles and missile-based pariphenalia, she also had a love for Exalt.
While on duty both nights she sat and watched, worried first about his mental state and then about his safety. The first night no one came, but on the second night she saw them, the_paul and ixt, enter his cabin with what looked like a bottle of rum. It had broken her heart, Exalt had once again choosen his raging alcoholism over her, and she returned to her cabin and held her Tomahawk missile while she cried herself to sleep.
On the morning of Day 3 she found out he was gone forever. She hadn't yet learned that she would soon join him.
This is backed up by my first two votes of the phase: first paul, then ixt.
Beast, Voth, paul/ixt are the scum team. I just wanted to actually make it to the end of a game for once.
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