The only word to describe this start is disastrous. I spent a day on AIM and didn't have one damn person send me a message. I was like, hell nobody likes ol' Will. Nobody wanna pull up to the table and chew the fat. Then I get a PM from Rita tonight asking if we been on AIM at different times. I was like nah son I been sitting there like a damn porch dog. Then I go look at the check-in topic and what do I find. Yeah, done posted the wrong damn thing for my AIM name. Undermining myself from square one, the Sims way. Everybody know each other and I'm just now meeting my own tribe. Never even talked to anyone outside of my tribe that I didn't interact with when we was sloppin that nasty ass sausage around.




So I make a small recovery from that and then this challenge. Them lanterns. I knew I was bidding an overwhelmingly underwhelming amount but holy shit. And then to top everything off, I don't even manage to snag the paltry thirty-eight damn points big Will pledge to bring to the table. How is my practice run better than my real run? Shit. I could tell people was for real passin the sausage around but I didn't know just how real they actually were. But whatever man, at least we got immunity. Everyone else on my tribe apparently lantern stacking fools so I ain't going out first thing, and that's good. Gotta celebrate the small victories.




I would talk at great lengths, regaling you all with my observations of my tribe mates and what I thought of them but shit I still don't know them so I'm not going to bother. If I had to take a wild guess to save the life of a loved one I guess I would wager that some of them are cool and some of them are dicks. Safe to say every one of them came to play the game. Here's hoping I'll be able to bring more to the table during the next challenge to help out my tribe. You know, other than my rugged good looks and awe-inspiring grace. Will out.