The two tribes gathered once again to do battle in order to decide the winner of immunity for the week. The Wallabagunga tribe first returned the immunity idol before nominating Anthony McElroy as the one to sit out this week’s challenge.

‘Alright everyone,’ began Chris, ‘Today we’re going hunting. The tribe who can snare the most homeless people will earn immunity for this week and, as a bonus, will get a free meal at McDonalds tonight’. The two understandably excited tribes then hit the streets with their weapons of choice.

Tribe Boonta were quick to get themselves a few kills, with David McElroy’s machete carving a bloody swathe through the streets of Sydney. Wallabagunga were well served by Troy Haines- who used the old fashioned broken bottle and crowbar combination to reek havoc in the back alleys and side streets. The first to fall foul of th homeless folk was Wallabagunga’s Matt Lyons- whose smothering technique came undone when a particularly feisty hobo took has murderous actions as a come on and dragged the unfortunate young man behind a dumpster. His screams for aid, however, were drowned out by the good work of Roger Bossert- who took to a particularly crowded alley with a Molotov cocktail with ‘explosive’ results.

Wallabagunga were at a distinct disadvantage when Nathan Hoy was next to fall prey to the streets of Sydney. The jockey from Dubbo had taken to lancing fleeing hobos from the back of his horse- but was dismounted by a pair of hobos swinging brooms recklessly. His horse galloped off into the night, and Boonta continued to dominate proceedings, with Chris Columbo having the time of his life with a baseball bat. Sadly, Wallabagunga’s Troy Haines mistook Columbo’s drunken gait for the stumbling of a hobo- putting Columbo to bed with the old one two combination. In the resulting chaos, Haines was also taken out of the game, backed over by the ambulance as it came to Columbo’s aid.

It was down to two members apiece when a misfired Bossert bomb saw Josh Hussey run screaming from the game, trailing fire and alcohol. Hussey had early success with his slow but effective method of giving the bums disease riddled blankets- but there wasn’t much he could do when Bossert’s Molotov exploded at eye level and threw him violently into the wall of a seedy pub. David McElroy’s machete was keeping the streets clean, but there was little he could do when a trio of transvestites decided to waylay and ‘seduce’ the unfortunate North Sydney fan. Thankfully for McElroy’s… comfort, big brother came to the rescue- but DJMaC and MackDadday would play no further part in the game as they chased the scantily clad men down George Street.

The pen may be mightier than the sword, but Mark Fowler is no idiot- the Englishman doing it the old fashioned way with a longbow from the roof of Town Hall. His plan? To drop change to the sidewalk and then shoot the unfortunate vagrant who scuttled across the street to fetch it. He also nailed a few protesting students, but they don't count- no matter how poorly dressed they are. It was sheer bad luck that ended Fowler’s profitable technique, the journalist losing his balance and tumbling painfully onto the pavement below. Team mate Andrew Young rushed to his aid- but the pair were crushed in the resulting press for Fowler’s spare change. Young fought valiantly with his shotgun, but the tell-tale ‘click’ that indicated he was out of ammunition was all the incentive the circling hobos needed. The pair’s terrified screams for mercy could be heard for miles- but their last stand had put Wallabagunga ahead with only minutes of the hunt to go.

Roger Bossert and Anthony Magro, the last men standing, had two minutes to kill another thirteen hobos. Hobos, however, are quite adept at survival- and the sons of the soil had hidden quite well in the trash and refuse of Sydney’s back alleys. Bossert, who earlier had proven so useful to Boonta, walked right into an ambush laid for him, but was able to get one Molotov off before being dragged away. The explosion downed seven hobos, leaving the required total at six. But Magro’s choice of weapon, a comically large kebab skewer, didn’t lend itself to mass murder. Indeed, Magro had only killed two hobos in the combat so far.

Fate, they say, is a fickle bitch. As Magro looked desperately for some miracle- it came. As if sent by the divine Gods of Tribe Boonta, a Meals on Wheels van pulled up at the curb, and a nice line of hungry homeless folk lined up to receive their dirt flavoured soup and bread. Lining it up carefully, Magro neatly skewered seven hobos (and one unfortunate pedestrian who picked up a Survivor ASRL shirt for her efforts). Boonta had hit back with a last gasp win! And tribe Wallabagunga would be going to tribal council!

Final Score
Boonta: 38
Wallabagunga: 34.5

Tribal Council
As it was for the Boonta Tribe, each member of the Wallabagunga Tribe must now write a 500 word (or longer) essay. The topic will be the same as that used by Boonta. That means you must write about a fellow ASRL club that you don’t coach.

Due Date
6pm Sunday, April 11th.

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