Night 15 — Ritual Rulers Elimination Ceremony

The air is tense. After the humiliating defeat in Catch the Intelligent Mice, the remaining Ritual Rulers gather around the fire:

Present contestants: CassiLyn (Cassie), Wembry, Blobert, Sphinx, Noxor, Caring Individual

Mewo floats above the circle, calm as ever, radiating an aura of control and quiet authority. His presence alone makes the remaining contestants sit straighter, nerves taut.

Chris McLean stands with his marshmallows. “Tonight, one of you will leave the island. Choose wisely — this isn’t just a loss, it’s a message.”

Dontavious Donquavious III lounges in the spectator seat, twirling a golden scepter idly, babbling to himself:
“Ah yes… mice… a noble metaphor for mortal futility… or possibly not. We shall see.”

Campfire Reactions and Dialogue

Blobert sits on the edge, green blob trembling slightly. “I… uh… maybe we… can… do better next time?” His voice is hesitant; this is the first time he’s speaking with genuine concern. He’s clearly feeling the weight of responsibility, realizing he’s not just comic relief.

Wembry folds her hands, visibly more confident after Silent Ball. “We… need to be more coordinated. We can’t afford any more mistakes.”

Sphinx adjusts their posture, quizzical as ever. “It’s interesting… group dynamics versus mouse intelligence. I hypothesize the weaker links may be obvious.”

CassiLyn: “Let’s just focus. Think strategically. This is about contribution, not emotion.”

Noxor: “I’ve already calculated the statistical likelihood of each of us being voted out. My conclusion: stay still and let others falter.”

Caring Individual: “We need to support each other. This isn’t about statistics. It’s about heart.”

Voting

Everyone writes in the confessionals, visibly torn between logic and empathy.

Blobert struggles, unsure whether to vote strategically or protect a friend. He glances at Wembry and CassiLyn repeatedly.

Wembry writes decisively — focused on maintaining team efficiency.

Sphinx calculates probabilities silently while writing.

CassiLyn writes with calm authority, clearly evaluating each team member’s performance.

Noxor smirks faintly, pens a vote with almost mechanical precision.

Caring Individual hesitates, fingers hovering, before deciding based on emotional fairness

Marshmallow Distribution

Chris McLean begins tossing the marshmallows:

Safe: Wembry, CassiLyn, Sphinx, Caring Individual

Remaining for elimination: Blobert, Noxor

Chris McLean dramatically picks up the last marshmallow. “Alright… last chance at sweet salvation. Only one gets this marshmallow. The other… departs.”

Blobert trembles slightly, looking at everyone. “I… I just wanted to help…”

Noxor: “Predictable. The majority will act on fear and statistics, not emotion. Let’s see.”

Chris tosses the last marshmallow — Noxor catches it.

Chris McLean:
“No marshmallow… you’re leaving the island.”

Blobert’s face crumples. For the first time, he looks truly sad.

Blobert (quiet, almost whispering):
“Me… guess… must… go…”

CassiLyn softly places a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve grown so much. Don’t forget that.”

Wembry nods, tears in her eyes. “You’ll be remembered for your courage… and your heart.”

Caring Individual: “It’s not just leaving. You’ve made a difference here.”

Exit

Blobert slumps onto the Boat of Losers. His green form ripples, almost shimmering in the moonlight. For the first time, the other contestants fully grasp the emotional weight he carried despite his goofy exterior.

Wembry exhales quietly. “We… can do better next time.”

CassiLyn: “We must. One loss won’t define us.”

Mewo floats silently above, tilting his head slightly, a small nod of acknowledgment to the growth of the team.

The remaining Ritual Rulers sit quietly around the fire. There’s a mix of relief, sorrow, and determination — the stakes feel higher than ever.

I got on my foot and stand behind the doorway out of sight, ready with the shotty in hand

do you want me to just add you in when i continue this tmrw 🤦

Ja

uhr ok jus gimme your character/oc's
name
personality
gender
appearance
abilities

Name: Anzor the vengeful
Personality: serious, vengeful, smart but bags of rocks
Gender: male
Appearance: Chechen armed forces uniform with a black ske mask and have a green arm band around his left arm
Abilities: fast reloader, flash bang, and a dirty ass camper

i f**king NEED that background image

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