You woke up

You woke up before everyone else, making sure no one is trying to oppose your regime. You walk throughout the camp, thinking over your new alliance with the ice queen. Her two meat shields in Lindsay and Beth could establish a problematic hole in your game down the line.

You thought that it didn't matter, as long as you string the frost bitch along to woo her over. She would be an ace in your pocket. But you also have the watch back, so either Heather or Beth's vote would take away from them and into your hands.

Another notion pass through your mind, about how well, is your site doing. When you finally win this game, how many women will fall to you like a god? You knew the moment you step off of this island many kids would resemble you. The victory party will be awesome.

You jump behind a tree as a camper wakes up. You hope it was one of your mind control sluts, so you could empty yourself into. You watch the girl with a towel hiding her face and body heading into the shower hall. The nostalgia hits you as if it was yesterday taking over the dumb blonde surfer bitch and making her your first conquest.

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