Your Confessional

[Host]

Welcome to Good & Evil 3: The Plagues! This will be where you write, hopefully in detail, your strategies, feelings, and attitudes throughout the gaming experience.

The more confessionals you write, the higher probability you have of being selected for an All-Stars season. Quotes from confessionals are also used for episode titles.

Use it however you wish, however please have some structure to your confessional so I know at what periods of the game you feel a certain way. I recommend creating a new thread for each round.

[leah]

Day 00:

Dear Diary,

I woke up this morning, looked up at the ceiling... and realized that something wasn't quite right. My apartment's ceiling is perfectly flat, and made of some kind of generic plaster stuff. In one corner, there's a large water stain that kinda looks like Elvis if you stare at it just right. But what I was staring up at was a recessed ceiling with a bank of soft lights.

The blankets were all wrong, too. My duvet (I should probably say our duvet. Jonah and I technically share it, but I'm the one who spent and hour at Bed, Bath & Beyond feeling fabric swatches, so it's mine) was gone, and in its place were some flimsy blankets that look someone had sewn together a bunch of Victoria's Secret nightgowns.

Speaking of nightgowns, I wasn't wearing one. I wasn't wearing anything, as a matter of fact.

Turns out, neither was the guy in bed, who chose that moment to snore loudly. That wouldn't have been a big deal, except I'm a pretty girl who lives in Manhattan; when you're a pretty girl who lives in Manhattan, you have to be well-versed in basic self-defence techniques. After all, there are a lot of perverts out there, and you have to be ready.

So, he snored, I jumped, and before I could stop myself I smote him in the windpipe with an impromptu karate chop.

Not gonna lie, I'm still not entirely sure who that guy was, but he looked pretty fine, even with his eyes all bulged out like that.

Now, Ladies, when your host starts gasping for air and clutching his bruised esophagus, common courtesy dictates that you should politely pack up up your things and leave.

Scooping up what I'm reasonably sure was my dress (at least, I'm sincerely hoping it wasn't his), I slipped out of the bedroom. The apartment was, frankly, beautiful. Judging by the size of the sculpture on the coffee table, the guy I'd just assaulted was probably a millionaire. My purse was by the door, and one of my favorite stilettos lay beside it. The other one was in the hallway leading to the bedroom I'd just come out of - presumably I'd been in something of a rush.

Scooping up the shoes, I darted out the front door. Since naked people tend to attract a lot of attention, I dashed towards a nearby janitor's closet to get dressed. It was locked! Who the hell locks a janitor's closet? It's not like anybody's going to bust in there and steal a mop, for Pete's sake.

I could have gotten dress right there in the hallway, but I was afraid that Naked Choking Guy would come bursting out of his apartment at any moment. In my panic, I couldn't find the stairs, so I slipped into an elevator, and hit the button for the lobby. I was forty-four floors up. The forty-fourth floor, in Manhattan? Yeah, he was definitely a millionaire.

There was a security camera in the corner of the elevator, just my luck. Some fat slob in the security department probably thinks Christmas came early this year.

Luckily the elevator ride was long enough for me to get dressed, and I exited the lobby wearing a jazzy little black dress, my kickass stilettos, and a Covergirl smile. As I stepped out onto the bustling sidewalk, I dialled Jonah's number.

"Hi honey... yeah, it's me. Sorry, my shoot went late, they had some extra outfits they wanted me to try on, so I just spent the night in a hotel rather than trying to take a taxi. Yep... yep. Love you too."

That last part was probably a lie, but you know what they say. If you say anything enough times, it'll come true...

[Zoe]

You're such a role model to pretty girls everywhere <3

[ingrid]

GiRl PoWeR!! <3

[leah]

Dec 12, 2012 14:18:51 GMT -5 Zoe said:

You're such a role model to pretty girls everywhere <3

Hey, it's hard out there being beautiful. (As I'm sure you already know, gorgeous <3)

It's not just dealing with pervs and creeps, either. You have to deal with jealousy from the fug chicks and old-timers, cattiness from the other pretty girls, people are always staring at you, you never know if your drink has a roofie in it... So, yeah. We gorgeous people have it rough.

[Host]

Week 3 Questions!

1. Who do you trust the most on your tribe?
2. Who do you think is "running things" on your tribe?
3. Do you think you have anything to be worried about?
4. What do you think of the secret partners twist?
5. Are you worried about the Locked Door?

[leah]

1. Who do you trust the most on your tribe?

Jonah

2. Who do you think is "running things" on your tribe?

Either me or Jonah. We're a team.

3. Do you think you have anything to be worried about?

Perhaps. Paige did vote for me, so that means that either she's an idiot who put me last on her list or she got told to do it. That could be bad.

4. What do you think of the secret partners twist?

Nothing. We haven't heard anything yet.

5. Are you worried about the Locked Door?

Nah. It's a hidden Immunity. I'm going through and trying a bunch of city names, but nothing's cropping up. Once we get another clue, I'll be more worried about it.

[Host]

Please select a number 1-100.

[leah]

67

[Host]

Hey Leah!

How do you like your new (third) tribe? We'd love to hear more from you after your great first couple of rounds <3.

[leah]

I know! I'm sorry, I was out of town for Christmas and New Years, so I'm just getting back into the swing of things! I've got a half-written confessional already up in another tab, explaining just how I feel about those Ellis jerks for killing off my hubby.

[annie]

What's your strategy now that your hubby's been killed off?

[leah]

That's a fantastic question. Jonah leaving really does nerf my final two alliance, and if either Kendell or Liam bites it next, that's going to be a significant problem going forward. We're still down in numbers, after all.

The biggest thing I plan on doing is buddying up with Carly and Ryan. If it starts to get tribal on us, I'm gonna be up against the wall, but hopefully I'm not gonna come off as a big threat just yet, and I can wriggle my way through while they pick off the others, then use a combo of charisma and challenge wins to snake it through the to the end and avenge the fallen.

Or, well, more correctly, to avenge those that I willingly sacrificed to save my own life, but wouldn't have had to if things had been different. But "the fallen" totally sounds better.

So right now my plan is to try and figure out a way to make myself seem like less of a threat.

[ben]

Dec 12, 2012 13:54:58 GMT -5 leah said:

There was a security camera in the corner of the elevator, just my luck. Some fat slob in the security department probably thinks Christmas came early this year.

oooo little did she know....