up to vote off Earth Witch, and the ever-loyal team of Earth Witch and Curveball discarding Tiffani.
Tiffani took the news with nary a blink, but there were tears as longtime teammates Curveball and Earth Witch said farewell to one another. “I feel like it’s just me now,” Curveball confessed after Earth Witch set off for the Discard Pile. “From now on it doesn’t come down to teams. It’s everyone for themselves.”
Keep on the lookout for this week’s confessions:
Curveball, Diver, the Maharajah, and Toad Man!
Confessional: Kathleen Brandt aka Curveball
I could kill him. Just kill him. Something’s got to be able to hurt that guy. He made such a big deal about being native to LA, and knowing exactly what that first clue meant, and he called all the shots without listening to anyone else—and that put us an hour behind the other team. We would have won if he hadn’t made that stupid mistake with the location right at the start. So maybe I wouldn’t have done much better—but I wasn’t the one shooting down everyone else by going on and on about how smart he is and how stupid the rest of us are.
So if I feel that way why did I vote off Tiffani? Because she’s useless? Because she’s here for all the wrong reasons? She should have been off the show a long time ago. She and Stuntman should have both gotten the boot. And Earth Witch should still be here. But that wasn’t going to happen, was it?
I’m sorry, this is hard. Your best friend in this whole zoo walks out the door and it feels so final. I don’t know how I could have expected anything different. I keep forgetting, it’s all about the alliances, and I guess the two of us weren’t enough of an alliance. But after what Tiffani did to Bubbles, how could I trust her? And Stuntman wouldn’t give me the time of day. Okay, so maybe I wouldn’t give him the time of day either. This is going to sound weird, but I almost wish they’d voted me off instead of Ana. And Ana was probably in here telling you she was glad it was her and not me. I don’t know—doesn’t that count for anything? You want generous, heroic, self-sacrificing—that’s the one challenge they haven’t given us yet. Who’s the person here who’d take a bullet for someone else? Stuntman and Tiffani don’t count.
Now Stuntman and I are going to have to be on a team together, look each other in the eye, and pretend we get along. Pretend we’d take a bullet for each other. I guess it’s a small favor that we didn’t vote off each other. We can still pretend like we at least want to be on the same team. What are our odds? I don’t know. Good, I guess. He’s got the ultimate defense and I’ve got the ultimate offense. I just don’t know if either of us is much of a team player at this point. I feel like it’s just me now. From now on it doesn’t come down to teams. It’s everyone for themselves.
Then I keep turning on the news. Seeing what’s happening in the real world, and how Bugsy and Lohengrin vanished with John. I shouldn’t even be thinking of it. It’s distracting. And it’s not like I can do anything about all that. Right?
I really was starting to think Ana and I would make it to the finals. She’s really, really good, you know. They keep feeding us all this crap about a hero being more than just an ace power, but about brains and attitude and teamwork and compassion and all the rest of it. Well, Ana’s got all that, but she can still get voted off because of some backstabbing player or some judge’s whim.
That’s why when you get right down to it this show isn’t about picking the best one of us at all. It’s like anything else, it’s about gaming the system. The person who’s going to win is only going to be in it for themselves because the really good people have all already gotten discarded. It’s like being president—it shouldn’t go to someone who really wants it.
What does that say about me? Do I really want it? Of course I do. If for no other reason than I don’t want all this work to go to waste. I’ve put so much into this thing—I’ve come too far to give up now. Call it selfish.