Greg's Final Words
I'm glad you could all join me here. It has been quite an evening. A twist of fate that maybe some didn't expect and some did. It seems I've been voted off. There are a few things I would like to have done had I remained on the island. Climb a tree, some vines perhaps, and go for a bit of a run. It's hard to say otherwise.
It's an excellent game, well manufactured and well thought-out. A microcosm of humanity and humanitarianism possibly, possibly not, possibly just a game. Confess my deepest, darkest secrets, is that what we're here for? I'm not sure. In fact I'm not exactly sure what I'm here for anymore. I know that we're here; it's just me, you, and those around us.
I'm not sure when they'll start closing in. I hear noises in the jungle now. Things might be happening. Things might be taken over sooner than we think. Whether the rebel forces will be able to counteract with something like Operation Tapioca, I will not say.
But if it does happen, I know nothing about it. I was never part of any such operation or involved with any people that were. I'm just saying something big may happen soon. This is the deep dark heart of the Bornean jungle. Never underestimate what could happen.