Smoggy looks at his new teammates with a look of shock. Nitasu, hockey and myusername. All once against each other, now forced to work together to vote one of us out.
He wonders who it will be, ideas running through his head.
Will it be Smoggy, himself, the weakest member of the team, with no one in which he can defend himself.
Maybe it is going to be Nitasu, with the alliances unknown to all but some.
Or, possibly Hockey or Myusername, two of the strongest players, and even the biggest threats in the game.
Alliances are forming all around, and he wonders who will come out on top...
Again, the ideas spark. He thinks about the players in it to win it - Xfolo, Hockey and Myusername.
The, he thinks about the quiet, talent-hiddens like mariosatr and Digi.
Or even the dark horses - Storm, Jivvi, Kattzen and Awwyea.
It could even be himself.
He stops thinking about it abruptly, his brain hurting and his eyes flooding with tears of both sadness and happiness. He stops, controls himself, recovers and trudges back the Calisit tribe, with a delicious dinner of sea sand and a handful of soldier crabs.
I wish all GOOD LUCK.