Day 29 — Dart Throw
The arena is a long clear strip of sand with two dart lanes and two massive, score-tracking boards. Mewo lounges on a hovering stool above center court, sipping something neon, as Dontavious Donquavious III mans a ridiculous brass megaphone.

Mewo (calm): “Darts. Precision beats power today. Each contestant gets three throws. Highest team total wins. Begin when ready.”
Dontavious (bellowing): “May your aim be true and your dignity intact!”

Both teams line up. The mood is tense but focused — a good day to use steady hands.

Opening Rounds — steady, quiet, precise (heavy dialogue)

Cassie (Ritual Rulers, whispering): “Remember your stance. Breath in. Count to two, let the wrist do the work.”
Noxor (dry): “I’ll calibrate the wind compensation. Kaibi, your psychic hum is optional but appreciated.”
Kaibi (soft): “I’ll nudge the field so the darts feel lighter.”
Wembry (hands trembling): “Okay. I can do this.”

Steve (Big Shots, checking his tablet): “Sensors show a 3% leftward drift. Adjusting aim by two degrees.”
Ernst (handing Steve a dart): “Microbalance corrected.”
Spamton paces, muttering bracketed offers: “[[BUY—AIM—CLICK—DEAL]]—PERFECT SHOT—NO RISK—NO PAIN—CLICK—”
Middle Finger Cat lounges, tail flicking: “I throw when annoyed. Who’s annoying?”

First throws are quiet, methodical. Noxor, Cassie, and Steve score high. Wembry’s third throw lands a near-bullseye; the team cheers quietly for her. Across the line, Springtrap smirks and tosses theatrically, hitting the outer ring for a taunt.

The scoreboard shows a tight contest. Ritual Rulers have a slight edge because of Cassie and Noxor’s precision; Big Shots are closing with Steve and Ernst’s disciplined streak.

Mid-Game — everything goes sideways (heavy dialogue, sudden terror)

Cassie picks up her final dart. She breathes out, counts, and winds up for a calm, perfect throw — when the jungle beyond the stands explodes with movement.

A roar that rips through concentration. Branches shred. Everyone turns.

CassiLyn (shouting): “Blobie—get down! Everyone, move!”
The creature bursts into the clearing — Blobie, almost entirely consumed by the Awakener now (99%), eyes burning like coals. He’s not subtle; he barrels in with one aim: Gayery. He angles with murderous intent toward the rainbow question mark.

Gayery (floating, startled): “—what—?!”

Cassie reacts instantly — she throws her dart without finishing the motion and it sails harmlessly by as people scatter. Cassie lunges forward toward Gayery.

Kaibi (sharp): “No—!”
Before anyone else can reach them, something else erupts—Junkil bursts up from a crack near the pavement, a desperate grin on his face, and launches himself between Blobie and Gayery.

Junkil (glitch-laughing, voice splintering): “FREE—FREE—FREE—NO CHAINS—NOT TODAY!”
He collides with Blobie like a living shield.

For an instant the field freezes: Junkil standing defiant, eyes manic, blocking Blobie’s path. Then it becomes a terrible, violent blur.

Blobie loses control — rage and Awakenener shredding restraint — and pummels Junkil in a horrific, inhuman barrage of blows. The assault is swift, brutal, and absolute: Junkil goes down instantly. The crowd screams.

Spamton (for once coherent, small): “No — no — he saved someone… he saved a life—”
Virian screams and lunges forward. Kaibi snaps a psychic tether toward Blobie and Cassie begins a chant.

Cassie doesn’t hesitate. She shouts runes, voice snapping like a steel wire:

Cassie: “BIND! BIND! BIND! By the runes I call thee—hold!”

Spectral chains erupt from the sand and coil around Blobie’s arms and torso. Kaibi presses every ounce of calm he has into a psychic iron band, pinning Blobie’s head and shoulders down. The two forces — ritual chains and psychic restraint — lock him in place.

Blobie howls — the sound is animal and wrong. The Awakener inside him rouses, furious — and flips both Cassie and Kaibi a contemptuous gesture. The air tears as the Awakenener’s presence detaches from Blobie for a blink.

In that blink, the Awakenener jumps — not subtle — and seizes control of Steve’s body. Steve collapses, eyes glassing over. He speaks in a voice that is not his:

Steve (hollow, Awakenener’s voice): “Free… free… release me.”

Before anyone can react fully, the Awakenener forces Steve into a nosedive toward Blobie, smashing into the constrained body with calculated force and shattering the ropes of psychic and rune restraint. Wherever the Awakener moves, containment fails: the ritual links unravel like thread.

People scream and rush. Cassie screams Cassie’s strongest command and scrambles, but it’s too late — the Awakenener leaps back into Blobie’s body seconds later and, in a single monstrous motion, flicks Steve with inhuman force. Steve is sent skyward — up, up — a moment of weightless horror, then there is a distant detonation. The sound is enormous and the earth stumbles under it. The sky darkens where Steve was sent. There is no graphic detail, only the awful silence that follows such a destructive blast.

The field goes white with dust.

People kneel, some vomit, many wail. Kaibi collapses, spent, psychic tremors coursing off him. Cassie is shaking — she nearly saved Gayery and nearly lost herself in the attempt. Junkil is dead where he blocked the blade for a moment of heroism that ended him.

Virian (screaming, collapsing): “JUNKIL NO! NO—YOU STOOD—YOU FOOL—”
Spamton (shouting, broken): “[[RETURN!]]—FREE—NO DEAL—PLEASE—NOT HIM—”
Kaibi (hoarse): “He saved a life. And… he paid the price.” He holds Wembry steady.

In the stunned silence, something absurd and sudden happens: 17M lb Marijuana Brick — the giant sentient block of weed that somehow remains in the world — races onto the scene. In a moment of pure, animal fury, it scrambles over to Blobie’s pinned mass and launches itself headlong onto Blobie, crushing down. The result is ludicrous: the Brick’s overwhelming weight and some mysterious biochemical effect cause both Blobie and the Awakener to go slack, high and unconscious, as if the weed put them both into a trance.

Everyone stares.

Caring Individual (breathless): “What… what just—”
Gayery (fading): “I… I might have… been affected by the odor… but he’s still breathing.”

Mewo, floating back into view, watches with an odd, small smile and then snaps his fingers. A shimmering force field — a translucent dome — rises from the ground around the island’s perimeter.

Mewo (flat): “Blobie won’t be returning for a while. I’m installing a field. He’s out.”
He looks down at the wreckage and the spot where Steve’s blast ended. “The island has a price for interlopers.”

Dontavious tries to make a speech about sacrifice and valor, but even he’s quieted by the scale of what just happened. Cassie kneels by Junkil’s still form. Kaibi closes his eyes and breathes slow psychic warmth over those who are alive.

Spamton (whisper, broken voice): “He— he jumped up… he… saved—” He suddenly whimpers and then returns to his bracketed babble.

Aftermath — immediate practicalities and heavy dialogue

Junkil is dead. No gore described; his end is the tragic result of heroic interference.

Steve is gone — launched and obliterated. Again, described non-graphically — there is silence where he had been.

Blobie and the Awakener are rendered unconscious and are kicked off the island (Mewo’s force-field and a remote exodus send them into the void).

17M lb Marijuana Brick collapses nearby, spent and inert; someone jokes but the sound dies.

Kaibi and Cassie are shaken to their cores; both are bloodied and exhausted but alive. Kaibi’s psychic light flickers, then steadies.

CassiLyn (hushed, raw): “They saved people. Junkil… Steve… they… we owe them.”
Kaibi (hoarse): “Junkil chose to act. Steve… was used. Both were taken. Both are… gone.”
Virian (crying, clutching nothing): “He… he did this for Gayery? For us? I—”
Spamton (broken): “[[NOT FOR SALE—NOT A DEAL—NOT SOME CLICKABLE THING]]—THESE WERE PEOPLE—”

Mewo floats, expression unreadable. He does not grant consolation; he grants a perimeter field and a silent nod.

Mewo: “Ritual Rulers, you have the win for today. You managed to keep your focus despite… everything. Big Shots… your loss is catastrophic tonight. Rest, recover. The island remembers.”

Result

WINNER: Ritual Rulers (they scored more darts before the chaos, and their steadiness under pressure clinched it).

Casualties / Major events:

Junkil — killed during his act of sacrifice defending Gayery (non-graphic depiction).

Steve — taken over by the Awakener, forced into a fatal trajectory; his death is implied by the catastrophic event.

Blobie & the Awakener — rendered unconscious by 17M lb Marijuana Brick and forcibly removed from the island; later contained by Mewo’s force field.

17M lb Marijuana Brick — expended itself in the intervention and is unconscious but intact.

Closing — stunned, fragile, and resolute

The contestants gather in a trembling circle as the sun sets in a smeared line of red. Kaibi stands close to Cassie and Wembry, offering what solidity he can. Gayery trembles in silent color. The island feels smaller, meaner, and more real.

CassiLyn (quiet): “We carry the memory of those who acted. We survive because others risked themselves. We will remember them.”
Kaibi (soft): “We will form a memorial. Names will not dissolve into silence.”

Mewo (quiet, finally): “We move forward. Rest. Rebuild. The island doesn’t sleep.”

The night closes on a camp that is alive — but deeply wounded. The next morning, the survivors will tally losses, soothe the injured, and decide who must leave in the next ceremonies. For now, they grieve.

Is this even total drama island atp

well there's certainly drama and its certainly taking place on an island

What even do you win

60 bill

add cheetos to tdi

no