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Post by Rick Nelson on Jan 3, 2013 17:47:27 GMT -5
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Post by Rick Nelson on Jan 5, 2013 16:35:25 GMT -5
---Round 5---
Edna.
Boy does this feel nice.
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Post by Rick Nelson on Jan 15, 2013 19:11:45 GMT -5
---Merge Round 1---
Papa Bear
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Post by Rick Nelson on Jan 19, 2013 15:03:48 GMT -5
---Merge Round 2---
Coach.
This is going to be a blindside.
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Post by Rick Nelson on Jan 20, 2013 22:16:25 GMT -5
---Merge Round 3---
Dawn
Go Upolu.
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Post by Rick Nelson on Jan 24, 2013 16:00:50 GMT -5
---Merge Round 4---
Cochran.
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Post by Rick Nelson on Jan 27, 2013 17:07:09 GMT -5
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Post by Rick Nelson on Jan 28, 2013 11:18:11 GMT -5
---Merge Round 6---
Whitney.
It's you or me, hun. Tis a sad day for the country.
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Post by Rick Nelson on Feb 1, 2013 19:01:51 GMT -5
---Merge Round 7---
Cochran.
This is probably gonna tie. I have no idea what we'll be doing if that does happen. Ah well, Live and Learn?
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Post by Rick Nelson on Feb 3, 2013 1:25:54 GMT -5
---Merge Round 8---
Elyse.
I can't really trust you, and you may be coming back anyways. Atleast we know you don't have an idol.
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Post by Rick Nelson on Feb 13, 2013 15:34:20 GMT -5
---Merge Round 10---
This is the hardest vote I've had all season.
Sophie.
Throughout this entire game, we have been good allies. Hell, you're probably one of the coolest friends I have in these games. But that's exactly it. It's a game. To win, I need to make a move and get myself out of your shadow. The best way to do that is to get you out. This was not a decision made by advice given by Cochran or Papa Bear, both of them just see you as a threat and this as the last opportunity to get you out... but it's hard for me.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
..Tis what I thought. Farewell, my good friend.
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Post by Rick Nelson on Feb 19, 2013 16:21:00 GMT -5
---Final Vote---
Following this, I will be at the finale, and thus my Voting History has come to an end.
The first time in a long time I've done so.
Plaudite! Acta est fabula super.
Applaud, the play has ended.
My vote is for:
Cochran
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Post by Sophie Clarke on Feb 26, 2013 18:23:26 GMT -5
---Merge Round 10---
This is the hardest vote I've had all season.
Sophie.
Throughout this entire game, we have been good allies. Hell, you're probably one of the coolest friends I have in these games. But that's exactly it. It's a game. To win, I need to make a move and get myself out of your shadow. The best way to do that is to get you out. This was not a decision made by advice given by Cochran or Papa Bear, both of them just see you as a threat and this as the last opportunity to get you out... but it's hard for me.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
..Tis what I thought. Farewell, my good friend. YOU USED ALAS POOR YORICK. THAT'S MY FAVORITE SHAKESPEARE PASSAGE EVER. MARRY ME. (Not really, but OMG)
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Post by Rick Nelson on Feb 26, 2013 23:17:57 GMT -5
---Merge Round 10---
This is the hardest vote I've had all season.
Sophie.
Throughout this entire game, we have been good allies. Hell, you're probably one of the coolest friends I have in these games. But that's exactly it. It's a game. To win, I need to make a move and get myself out of your shadow. The best way to do that is to get you out. This was not a decision made by advice given by Cochran or Papa Bear, both of them just see you as a threat and this as the last opportunity to get you out... but it's hard for me.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
..Tis what I thought. Farewell, my good friend. YOU USED ALAS POOR YORICK. THAT'S MY FAVORITE SHAKESPEARE PASSAGE EVER. MARRY ME. (Not really, but OMG) AND YET NO EPISODE TITLE. WTF.
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Post by Elyse Umemoto on Feb 26, 2013 23:53:07 GMT -5
Tis a travesty. Something is rotten in the state of pacific
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