| rdfs:comment | - Survivor (de_survivor) is an official bomb defusal map. It is used as an official map on Counter-Strike, and it can be played on Counter-Strike: Condition Zero much like every other official Counter-Strike map. Since de_Survivor contains open areas with hidden sniper spots (notably located in the bombsites), dark tunnels, environmental hazards and frustrating paths, it is one of the less popular bomb defusal maps.
- The survivor is a creature from the Spelljammer campaign setting.
- === Introduction ===__NOEDITSECTION__ === Walkthrough ===__NOEDITSECTION__ Talk to Survivor Tune in the Second Valmore Mine for reward. === Conclusion ===__NOEDITSECTION__ You were sent by Miner union? Why do they need me?
- Win as many battles in a row as possible to pocket a stack of Clintz. The Survivor mode has been designed to be intense and work you up into a sweat. You can play in various Deck formats. You're free to change Deck and/or room whenever you like.
- SURVIVOR (Rank 5): When this gift is used successfully, the user becomes immune to many debilitating effects, such as hunger, thirst, fatigue, poison, and certain Wyrm toxins. Moreover, the user's effective Stamina increases by three, he or she may ignore pain from wounds, and may gain Willpower... anything to survive. NATIVE TO: Bone Gnawers
- Survivor wuchs in einem Dungeon auf, wo nur Wolffledermäuse lebten. Er hatte ein normales Leben bis zu dem Tag, wo plötzlich Jäger kamen, um die Wolffledermäuse zu dezimieren, da sie als eine Gefahr angesehen wurden. Survivor konnte mit Battle und einigen Babys entkommen, während der Rest ermordet wurde. Er zog nach Dragon Kingdom, um dort ihre Art zu etablieren, doch Gongzhu kam eines Tages zu denen und Survivor hielt sie für eine Feindin, weswegen es zu einer Eskalation kam. Der Raiju Clan mischte sich dort ein und Conquering Storm tötete die Babys der Wolffledermäuse durch eine Rauchvergiftung. Survivor und Battle überlebten abermals und waren sehr wütend auf den Raiju Clan und deren Bride. Schließlich schlossen sie sich den Dunklen Meistern des Ninjutsu an.
- Survivor on Ilman Toa, sekä tunnelirosvo. Myöhemmin hän muuttui Ilman Olennoksi.
- Survivor is the first ever moderator for OMGWTF?! forums. He was featured in the Deal Or No Deal review in the credits. He is commonly associated with Mr Montmorency and TidusLoire. Whenever there is conflict he often takes both sides into judgment, being the voice of reason.
- Survivor is a competition at Renegade, which involves teams competing agaisnt each-other to get more posts. Recent games have added more rules, making it more of a brain competition than a mindless spam fest. Debates between two users are common now. Eventually, only one person remains, all of the others eliminated.
- Though you lost many you loved in the chaos, you managed to survive the wasting influence of the King of Shadows and his minions. Your senses are keener as a result, but your body has suffered trauma that it hasn’t fully recovered from. Effects: +1 Search, +1 Spot, +1 Survival, -2 Fortitude Saving Throws. Use: Automatic
- Survivor ist ein ernster Wolffledermaus, der sich als sehr loyal zu seiner Freundin Battle erweist. Er kann Spaß verstehen und zeigt einen derartigen Hass auf alle, die versuchen, die Wolffledermäuse auszurotten.
- Janette is in the middle, as always.
- Survivor is an American reality and game show based off the Swedish television show Expedition Robinson created by Charlie Parsons, and is a part of the worldwide brand of Survivor reality shows. The American version of the series, produced by Mark Burnett has been, and continues to be, incredibly successful, as it usually places in the top ten of American television ratings. The show itself is widely considered to be the originator of American reality television, due to its continued success in terms of profitability and high ratings.
- Survivor(サバイバーSabaibā) is the Stand granted to Guccio by Whitesnake featured in Stone Ocean.
- [Source] The Survivor was a Corellian Engineering Corporation–manufactured class of lifeboat. They had enough fuel for six hours of spaceflight, and a week's worth of consumables. Emergency gear included tents, thermosuits, portable hand scanners, substance analyzers, and a hunting rifle for small game.
- Survivor (de_survivor) es un mapa de Desactivación de Bomba oficial que hace su aparición en Counter-Strike.
- Special Part(s): Survivor is a common class mod for the Assassin manufactured by bandits. The Survivor class mod is obtained randomly from any suitable loot source.
- Survivor was an award in 8-bit Mini Mayhem, it was given to the player who had the most health at the end of the level.
- Survivor is where 16-20 people are splited to 2 tribes or 3. Every after 3 days, a person will be eliminated from the competition (In season 3, 6, & 9, the percentage of voting back a tribe member). After 39 days, one person will become $1,000,000 richer & hold the title as the sole survivor. The jury which are 7-9 jurors will help decide the winner.
- Survivor is one of three game modes in Metroid Prime Hunters: First Hunt. As the name implies, this is a survival-type mode where Samus is endlessly assaulted by waves of Metroids, Zoomers and Xenomorphs. She must defeat as many enemies as possible before dying. Survivor takes place on the Assault Cradle level. The music accompanying this trial is a remixed version of Vs. Meta Ridley theme. Samus can obtain Missiles in this mode, as well as a temporary Damage power-up in the highest room. If Samus dies, a short cutscene depicting her kneeling on the ground in pain will show, before the Results Screen. Notably, her scream of pain here is a generic female screaming sound effect used in many video games.
- Survivor är en realitet tv game show-format som produceras i många länder över hela världen. I showen, är tävlande isolerade i vildmarken och tävla om pengar och andra priser. Jennifer Keller är känt för att titta på denna show och ogillar den delen om att äta konstiga livsmedel. (ATL: "Missing") kategori:TV-serier
- The survivor is a hostile character encountered in Vault 106 in the year 2277.
- Survivor is a reality television show that is filmed in an exotic location such as Borneo, Thailand, or Palau. The object of the game is to outwit, outplay and outlast the other 16-20 castaways.
- The Survivor was an enemy model created during development of BioShock 2 which was never used in the final game. Instead, it was repurposed as as a Splicer model which only appeared for a brief moment in the games opening cinematic.
- Survivor is a race of creature that is shared between all 5 civilizations.
- Survivor is a popular reality show on CBS where several people are taken to some remote part of the world and have to compete in a tribal style elimination match in order to win the title of "Survivor". The show is an adaptation of a Swedish TV show called Expedition Robinson.
- Survivors are humans who have survived the Chimera's onslaught on mankind throughout the world.
- Hard rock band best known for their hit Eye of the Tiger, which was used as the theme to Rocky III. It was chosen over Another One Bites the Dust by Queen.
- Survivor (de_survivor) - это официальная карта режима уничтожение объекта в серии игр Counter-Strike и игре Counter-Strike Nexon: Zombies. Присутствует в игре начиная с Counter-Strike 1.5.
- Survivor was a television series. Before Day 1, Don Biehn was watching an episode of Survivor right before his son attempted suicide. This episode had a shot of a good-looking girl in a bikini walking across the beach. (Trinity)
- Survivor - forma zabawy forumowej uprawianej na Forum DB Nao odkąd pamięć sięga.
- Survivor is an American rock band formed in Chicago in 1978.
- Survivor have no abilities. Their goal is to survive until the end of the game.
- The robbery and murder of an antiques and coin dealer leads detectives to a fellow coin dealer.
- Survivor is one of the role-playing Subclasses in Elder Tale
- Survivor is a title that you can display for prestige. It is awarded per character.
- Survivor is a reality television game show format produced in many countries throughout the world. In the show, contestants are isolated in the wilderness and compete for cash and other prizes. Dr. Jennifer Keller is known to watch this show and to dislike the part about eating strange foods. (SGA: "Missing")
- Survivors are gnomes that have escaped the maddening effects of Gnomeregan's radiation. They are trapped underground with their less-fortunate brethren, too weak to make their way to the surface. Members of the Survivor Assistance Facilitation Expedition work to clear the way for them.
- Survivor is the eleventh challenge in Challenge mode. It becomes available by completing the first puzzle of Bonanza. The puzzles of Survivor involve performing specific numbers of moves. Bomb Gems, Locked Gems, and Doom Gems appear during each puzzle in attempt to hinder progress. Completing the first puzzle of Survivor unlocks Voltage, the next challenge in Challenge mode.
- Survivor is a forum game that's held on many internet forums. In easy terms, the point of the game is to have your team's (either Red Team or Blue Team) team board gain the most posts, but you cannot post spam. Threads with posting games, small talk, and random forms of images are most commonly used. The game is fast-paced if many users are participating, and the winning team gets eternal bragging rights. So far, there have been 3 games of Survivor, each time resulting in the blue team winning.
- Survivor is a forum and diary based roleplaying game held on Creatures Caves, played with 16 people. Creatures Caves members can place one vote in the Survivor poll each day, and the two players who have the most votes each Friday have to leave the Island (up until the last week).
- The Survivor was a Providence-class carrier/destroyer built by Mon Calamari Shipyards. It was created for the Confederacy of Independant Systems, who used it primarily as a battleship rather than for transporting cargo, starfighters or troops. It was, however, used to transport Draft starfighters on several occasions. During its time with the CIS, the Survivor was named P-103. Unit A-10, the leader of the droids' new government owned a flagship called the Assassin, which he had a special configuration for which involved connecting it to the Survivor.
- The Survivor is a NPC ally you can find during the mission Find survivors from another expedition from Technician Naylor (CoV, levels 35 - 40). He is the leader of the failed expedition you are looking for. He will be fighting a Chief Mentalist when you find him first, and must be freed so he can help you. Once free, he will follow you and will attack any Hydra or Rikti in his aggro range. If your char is one of those stealthy types, free him last. During my mission, the Survivor had slightly less hit points that a Lieutenant of the same level. He was probably a watered-down Boss class ally.
- From The Best Stories of Wilbur Daniel Steele 1946 In the hollow of the block west of the State House, Dobson was putting his studio shutters on, for it was class evening, and though the model posed only in the "semi," this was Denver, not Paris. The shutters were heavy and high from the ground. The elderly sculptor was glad when the job was done and he could sit down on the box he had been carrying around, breathe for a moment, mop his temples and sparsely whiskered cheeks, and look at the mountains behind which the April sun was already a half hour down. "I'll come and see her," Dobson said.
- Survivor is an American rock band formed in 1978. The band achieved its greatest success in the 1980s with its pop-rock sound, which garnered many charting singles, especially in the United States. The band is best known for its Double Platinum-certified 1982 mega-hit "Eye of the Tiger", the theme song for the motion picture Rocky III (US #1 for 6 weeks). Singles like "Burning Heart", "The Search Is Over", "High on You" and "I Can't Hold Back continued to chart in the mid-1980s.
- Sesame Street parodied the show as "Survivor: Musical Chairs." (First: Episode 4134) The Jeff Probst Muppet hosts, and the contestants are Telly Monster, Zoe, and Elmo. In an outdoor setting, they play the children's game musical chairs. When the game starts there are two chairs and three monsters. The music plays, and they all circle the chairs. The music stops and Zoe and Elmo sit down. Telly Monster is left standing and "does not survive". One chair is removed, and Zoe and Elmo play the game again. When the music stops, Elmo gets the chair, and Zoe "does not survive". She joins Telly at the side of the set.
- Survivor is an American rock band formed in 1978. The band achieved its greatest success in the 1980s with its pop-rock sound, which garnered many charting singles, especially in the United States. The band is best known for its 1982 hit "Eye of the Tiger", the theme song for the motion picture Rocky III (US #1). Singles like "Burning Heart" (US #2), "The Search Is Over" (#4 US), "High on You" (#8 US) and "I Can't Hold Back (US #13) continued to chart in the mid-1980s.
- thumb|200px|Jedna ze scen – szukanie robaków do zjedzenia na Borneo Survivor – amerykański reality show. 16–20 osób ląduje w jakimś egzotycznym miejscu (np. Tahiti, Palau, Vanuatu) i przez 39–42 dni walczą tam o milion dolarów. Są całkowicie odcięci od świata, a na obiad jedzą korzenie i robale. Na początku podzieleni są w 2–4 szczepy i walczą ze sobą o nagrody rzeczowe (np. koce, krzemień, trochę ryżu) oraz o nietykalności.
- Haunted by his past, the Survivor locks himself in a room and just wishes to live. The Survivor was once a responsible Bodyguard, who protected the Mayor night after night. Until one dark night: the Bodyguard was foolish enough to yield to a beautiful Consort, who dazzled him with her seductive moves. Unfortunately, the next morning, the Mayor was found dead. His killers, the Mafia, went on a rampage soon after and destroyed everyone in their path. The Survivor's mind is clouded with the thoughts of his past, but one thing is clear for him: he must survive. (credit)
- I'm a (survivor) I'm gonna (make it) The Chipettes: I will survive Keep on survivin' Alvin: Uh haha yeah, not really feeling it guys. Umm, let's try it with a little more umph, shall we? Okay, you're on a deserted island: no food, no shelter, no hope of rescue! Brittany & Eleanor (Simon & Theodore): Now that you're out of my life I'm so much better (better) You thought that I'd be weak without you But I'm stronger (stronger) You thought that I'd be broke without you But I'm richer (richer) You thought that I'd be sad without you I laugh harder (harder)
- The "survivors" are the generic human combatants displayed in most zombie films, games, etc. In Zombie Master there are several of these, each played by a seperate person. They are allotted five weapon types; the Primary weapons, the Melee weapons, the Secondary weapons, Molotovs, and fists, and can carry one weapon per type. Primary weapons consist of; Magnums or Pistols, both similar but with individual benefits and flaws. Melee weapons are the Sledgehammer or Crowbar. The fists are the only weapons you begin with, and are always present and usable. Secondary weapons are; the Mac10, the Rifle, and the Shotgun. Finally, on certain occasions Survivors may find Molotov Cocktails, which can be thrown for various purposes, and occupies it's own weapon slot. Each survivor begins with 100 healt
- Episode Guide: Ashley: Ashley tried to prank Jocelyn, but failed and Jocelyn convinced everyone to vote Ashley off for being annoying and weak. Kylie: She caused fights with everyone on her tribe and everyone was sick of her loner attitude. Jocelyn: Despite Nick’s attempts to get him not to, Jacob stayed with Arianna’s alliance and vote out Jocelyn for being weak. Margeret: The tribe was split with the votes and Brandon was the swing vote; he descided to vote off Margeret for being the weakest on the tribe.
- The show maroons a group of strangers (as one or more tribes) in a desolate locale, where they must provide food, water, fire, and shelter for themselves, while competing in challenges to earn either a reward, or an immunity from expulsion from the game in the next of the successive votes for elimination. While much rarer than elimination by vote, medical conditions, such as injury or infection, have eliminated several contestants. The last two or three survivors face a jury historically comprising of at least the last seven players voted off. That jury interrogates the final few, and then votes for the winner of the title of Sole Survivor and a million dollar prize.
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| abstract | - Survivor (de_survivor) is an official bomb defusal map. It is used as an official map on Counter-Strike, and it can be played on Counter-Strike: Condition Zero much like every other official Counter-Strike map. Since de_Survivor contains open areas with hidden sniper spots (notably located in the bombsites), dark tunnels, environmental hazards and frustrating paths, it is one of the less popular bomb defusal maps.
- The "survivors" are the generic human combatants displayed in most zombie films, games, etc. In Zombie Master there are several of these, each played by a seperate person. They are allotted five weapon types; the Primary weapons, the Melee weapons, the Secondary weapons, Molotovs, and fists, and can carry one weapon per type. Primary weapons consist of; Magnums or Pistols, both similar but with individual benefits and flaws. Melee weapons are the Sledgehammer or Crowbar. The fists are the only weapons you begin with, and are always present and usable. Secondary weapons are; the Mac10, the Rifle, and the Shotgun. Finally, on certain occasions Survivors may find Molotov Cocktails, which can be thrown for various purposes, and occupies it's own weapon slot. Each survivor begins with 100 health, and unless healed via rotinaj, are stuck with whatever health the manage to retain while playing.
- The survivor is a creature from the Spelljammer campaign setting.
- === Introduction ===__NOEDITSECTION__ === Walkthrough ===__NOEDITSECTION__ Talk to Survivor Tune in the Second Valmore Mine for reward. === Conclusion ===__NOEDITSECTION__ You were sent by Miner union? Why do they need me?
- Win as many battles in a row as possible to pocket a stack of Clintz. The Survivor mode has been designed to be intense and work you up into a sweat. You can play in various Deck formats. You're free to change Deck and/or room whenever you like.
- From The Best Stories of Wilbur Daniel Steele 1946 In the hollow of the block west of the State House, Dobson was putting his studio shutters on, for it was class evening, and though the model posed only in the "semi," this was Denver, not Paris. The shutters were heavy and high from the ground. The elderly sculptor was glad when the job was done and he could sit down on the box he had been carrying around, breathe for a moment, mop his temples and sparsely whiskered cheeks, and look at the mountains behind which the April sun was already a half hour down. When he built the studio, in his early days out here after he had begun to get the better of his lung trouble, he could see a great spread of the snow, range that way across vacant lots; but the city had grown in the quarter-century, and all that was left him now was a glimpse of the twin peaks, Grays and Torreys, framed in an alley notch. How many thousands of nights had the alien sat and watched the darkening of that bifurcated giant upland, cut out in the dilute air so cleanly that even at half a hundred miles the ear strained for the note of the incessant wind whining between the pinnacles, and the whisper of ice dust polishing the rocks of the inhuman solitude! And how many times had the exile started with a wince of nostalgia, wondering what he was doing on this strange side of the world, dreaming his years away, and where were his eyes of waking! Where were the lanes and hedgerows, the meadows and folded moorlands of his native Oxfordshire? Where his friendly, dingy London? And where his working, fighting, rollicking runways of Montmartre, smelly of turpentine and bus horses, in a lilac haze? Now that Dobson had cooled off he was cold. It was almost dark, and around on the cement of the court he heard the feet of his pupils arriving. He went indoors. He spoke to Lincoln Hussack, as always the first at his stand. The young man had been given a page in color to do at the Post for the Sunday after the following, and the news tonight brought a glow to the heart of his instructor. "Bravo, my lad! Good! Push on!" Dobson spoke to Miss Lukes, the serious schoolteacher; to Roy Dickens, the governor's nephew; to the two sisters from the convent, and to the ranchman, Kraus. But Mary Shannon had not yet come. He took his time posing the model, the Indian, Frank Shoe, stripped to the waist for the anatomy of the torso. He tried him first with one hand shading the eyes in the immemorial gesture, then with both hands on his hips and his face slightly lifted. But still Mary Shannon had not come. It was like her, Dobson reflected; it was the atmosphere of the studio she liked, not the hard fashioning of a beautiful thing. And since her mother was a widow without a fortune, Mary would have to be more than an amateur at something or other before very long. Now Dobson knew of a sudden what he must do tonight, and he tasted wormwood in his heart. He went into his own shop to get away from it, turned on all the lights, removed the damp covering from the great unfinished figure of his "Arapahoe," and gathered his tools with an impatience that was rare in him. As he stood before the clay, the shape of the aboriginal plainsman, noble in its nakedness, erect, implacable, stoic, shading its gaze toward the doomful east (the commission was for the eastern entrance to the Capitol grounds), Dobson tried to turn his misery into a temper against the Philistines against whom he had fought so long. They would be coming again tomorrow. Again, with their dull eyes and their stupid impatience, they would argue, protest, and threaten, the politicians, the storekeepers. Three years ago this Art Committee of the Legislature had begun its grumbling: "Looks like a finished statue to us; why don't you go ahead with it?" Two years ago there had been a note of exasperation: "Don't see how you can expect to improve it any more, fussing with it. And if we're satisfied you should be. Frankly, Dobson, what's holding it up now?" To look at them was enough to know there was no use in trying to explain. How could they comprehend that, so long as a last knuckle wanted a least wrinkle to make it right, though it might seem good enough in their eyes, in the artist's the whole creation remained but an attempt, and a foiled one, so much dead clay? They seemed not to realize that it was to last a great deal longer than they. But they were like that, forever building things in a hurry so as to be able the sooner to tear them down, in a greater hurry to build newer ones. And Mary Shannon was like that. The circle had brought him back, and immediately, as he fell to tooling a vein on the "Arapahoe's" ankle, he set off on another circle. Reminiscence this time; dismayed by here and now, he made haste to escape it; daydreaming, he ran back into there and then. Paris, and youth, and the haze of lilac. The court called the Impasse Carre. The mountainous woman with three moles and three whiskers, concierge at Number Eleven. At nine, Sven Lie's studio panes shining with the sky. Old Mique and his barrow of snails in front of the librairie. Alan Dumergue's diggings. Then the cafe tables under the soiled glass awning of the Masque d'Or, carrying the corner around into the loud Rue Lac. Alan and his girl there, Sven and his. Loaves, cheese, smoked fish, half liters of blond beer. Ivan Morvitch and Alan's brother, the young playwright, and Freddy Webster from Des Moines, hatless, arm in arm, in from the clattering dusk. "A bas V Aca-demie!" they chant. "Mort aux vieux!" they roar. The battle cry of the comrades of the Impasse Carre. Yes, down with the old ones and their old order, those established, rich, stupid ones who think that there will never be another light in art but their light! Away with the solemn fogies; tumble them off from the shoulders of the genius that now at last will cure the sickness of the world! Down with romanticism! It had its rope and hanged itself. Up impressionism! youth's new last word. Beer and sausages for thirty centimes. " 'Alio, Tom Dobson! 'Alio, Johnnie Bull!" "What do you think that old donkey of a dealer said to my canvas, 'Loire Midi'? 'I can see only that it is a hodgepodge,' says he. 'My little boy with chalks does better; at least I can see what his drawing is meant to tell.' " "Moneybag, potbelly, let him wait ten years, and weep." Dancing. Warm, eager, and wild. Celeste, Marie, Sven's Lilla with her large bosom and her straw braids, Orma, Puvis's new model, and Madeleine! And Madeleine! "Tom Dobson, how is it say en anglais— Ai lawv you'?" Beastly sulks, angelic gaieties; Madeleine. An immeasurable, inexhaustible vitality. That is her beauty, her vitality. The long slope of her shoulders, the ivory pillar of her strong neck, the full red overturn of the lip, the brown hair, so massive in growth— the devil! That's not Madeleine. Madeleine was as blond as a Swede girl. Who is this dark one, then? It's Mary. Mary Shannon. Dobson was cornered. He went to the window. There was a full moonlight. Fifty miles away on the scallop between the twin peaks the ice rim glittered. The wind would have died in that high, white night; there would no longer be even the whistling of the thin wind to distract the solitude. Dobson turned his back on it. He went out to the class, for it was time. To young Hussack there was not much to say, hardly more than "Good! Push on!" There was not much to be said to Roy Dickens either, but for the opposite reason. This nephew of the governor was not serious. Educated in the East, now that he had come home he was at a loss what to do with himself. He was here in the modeling class simply because Mary Shannon was here. Dobson made no mistake about that. As for the two sisters, they listened and tried, listened and tried again. That was something. But Mary Shannon neither listened nor tried. What to say to Mary? For an instant, now that it no longer mattered, Dobson had the impulse to mutter, "Good! Push on! " without even looking at the clay she had clapped hastily upon an armature ill bent. But then it was like a fever; he broke out chiding. "It's because you'll not look. What's the model there for, Mary? You used to study at least the fundamental proportions before committing them, but nowadays — But even if there were no model, you should know from simple anatomy that, the shoulder line being so, the axis of the head cannot possibly be so. A head is not an egg. You'll fix it up later, you tell yourself. But I'll tell you— look, my child— by the very block-in of those arms I can predict you this, the weight of the hands resting on the hips will never rest on them, never. For all your 'fixing' later on " What was the use? Mary's ear might be for him, but her eye was for Roy Dickens. "Oh, dear," it seemed to sigh, "the same old line. When he's through jawing ..." Dobson had to swallow, and it was a bitter swallow. "Well, push on!" But at the third and final criticism of the evening he broke out with it: "Now you see, Mary, once wrong, always wrong. That head, it is an egg. And do you see what's happened to the arms? Where is the weight? Not down. They don't push, they pull. See, there's Frank Shoe, the redskin, poised, at ease, gazing up at the mountaintops, let's say. And what have you given me here? You've given me a poor egg-head doing nothing but trying rather desperately to hold his own trousers up. 'The Broken Braces,' you must call it. You can see this one of yours thinking: 'Well, you've given me this plaguy garment, and now what in the name of the happy hunting grounds am I supposed to do with it?' Tell me, Mary, looking at Frank Shoe as he stands there — But I see, he's got down. Next time, then — " Dobson put his teeth into the flesh of his lip. "Mary, will you be so good as to come into the shop for a moment? I've something to say." In the privacy of the shop he went straight at it, his eyes fixed on the "Arapahoe's" great toe and a wrinkle of misery between his brows. "Mary, I've been talking with your mother. I'm fond of you, Mary. It's because I'm fonder of you than of anyone that I'm willing to be brutal. Child, you're wasting your time; you'll never get anywhere with the modeling; you haven't got it. But you've so many other gifts, you ought to be busy finding them out while you're still a girl, Mary. So— you're not to come here, Mary, any more." It was no good, his staring so desperately at the toe of clay; his ears were worse than his eyes, to follow the havoc. "Oh! Oh!" he heard her stifling the gasps wrung from her affronted pride. "Oh! Oh!" Incredulity, bewilderment, comprehension, fury. But then when he did turn his wretched eyes he saw that her resentment had passed with those breaths. From the doorway she was looking back at his hunched figure with a smile altogether enigmatical and a light curiously mingled of mockery and ruth in her gaze. She did a thing that confounded him. Returning at a dart, she bent over his head and brushed the bald spot with her lips, a featherweight caress, then ran. It would have helped if he could have groaned, but he hadn't even that defense against the silence. Presently, around the corner outside, he heard the fall of four feet on the cement, and he knew by that that Roy Dickens had waited for Mary. He could almost see the girl with the finger of warning to her lips till they were out to the open of Broadway. It was from the distance of the street then that he heard the release of their rebellious mirth. It was springtime. Dobson felt it of a sudden a trap in which he was imprisoned, a cell walled by the dry suns and sapless winds of the tableland of the raw young West. He tried to re-escape. He sat and tried to remember. The lilac haze. Blond beer, hard bread, gray sausages. Young mutiny when youth was clear-eyed and mutiny fateful. u Mort aux vieux!" Death to the old ones! Wild daylights, and clay on the hands; wild gaslights, and dancing. And Aladeleine! Mary! Dobson got up and ran out into the other studio to look at the travesty of childish clay that Mary had thrown together. It was gone. Turntable, armature, everything. He understood now why one pair of the retreating footfalls had sounded heavier than the other. At last he could groan, for the pity of those youngsters. Once in the following winter Mrs. Shannon, Mary's mother, came to the studio. Though she did not utter it in words, her attitude said it: "It was you that started all this; you've got to help me end it." Dobson had asked: "What's Mary doing with herself, now she's given up the modeling?" "Given it up?" The sluice gates of the widow's trouble were opened then. It had been bad enough when her daughter had been studying with Dobson, and so in a measure justified. But now it was simply mulishness, the child's hurt vanity. "My one best room, Mr. Dobson, always cluttered up with her 'masterpieces.' Not that she really cares about them; if she did she'd try and do them better, and make them look like something under the sun. No, it's just that Mary's got the idea she must be in on this artist life— 'bohemian,' I suppose you'd call it. And I wish you'd see the kind of friends she's got now. Where she ever found them " "I'll come and see her," Dobson said. He should have set an hour. When he went, next day, Mary was out. He spent the waiting time in examining the "studio" and its prodigies. They would have been pathetic if they had not been laughable, and laughable, he told himself, if they had not been tragic. Steeled as she had believed it, the mother's pride mutinied once. One piece, shrouded in the working cloth, she would have passed over, getting Dobson on to another. When he persisted and uncovered the figure, she could, as she said, have died. "Yes, die. It isn't even as if it was of a model; I've got hardened to that. But it's actually one of Mary's friends, May Paige, and wouldn't you think she'd be ashamed, and, on top of ashamed, furious? May's really quite a passably pretty girl, in life." Dobson's humiliation was deeper than the mother's in a way, for it was he that had had the faith. Blinded (he could see now) by the appeal of her youthful vitality, he had been persuaded for nearly a year that Mary was capable of more than ordinary things. She had progressed up to a certain point. And now! The way the stick of that rocket had come down. It was not merely that she had forgotten what she had learned; she had forgotten more than she had learned. Given even a half -pretty girl for model, that the best Mary could do now was this naive distortion of the human form, lopsided, faceless, save for prehensile-looking lips bent in a V-shaped smirk, with the neck of a vulture and the dugs of a cat— for a moment as Dobson dropped the cloth back over it he felt sick. After that one, the purloined figure of Frank Shoe had nothing to offer but ridiculousness. Pigheaded, Mary had not taken his word for it; she had thought to right its wrongness by dint of superficial polish, till she had polished even the little that was human of it away, leaving nothing but glazed cylinders. Empty egg-head to an empty sky, there this "Indian" stood, shoulder blades flared out like porcelain shelves, long, thin, tired grasshopper arms and bewildered clod fists holding up the weight of pants as hard and round as lengths of stovepipe, patiently. Mrs. Shannon was pouring out her troubles. "And of course this riffraff, seeing they could never get into any other decent house in town— except of course the Dickens boy, with his uncle the governor —of course it's their game to pretend to encourage Mary. And she'll swallow it. Now do you know what? Mary owns a bond her uncle left her, and now she's all for selling it, so she can get these blobs cast into brass or bronze or whatever it is. Oh, Mr. Dobson, isn't there something?" "I don't know," he groaned, suddenly worn out. "I give you my word I don't know." He couldn't wait forever. After two hours, when Mary had not returned, he had to go. Outside he saw a figure making off hurriedly, as if to avoid meeting him, and it looked like Roy Dickens. Dobson finished the "Arapahoe" with a rush that winter; by spring it was in the marble, Colorado stone. It was up in its place in its swathings nearly a month before Decoration Day, when it was to be unveiled in connection with the annual art exhibition held in the State House basement. The Exhibition Committee, bewildered lawmakers from the mountains, followed a precedent of twenty years' standing and came to Dobson. "Here are the folks," they said in effect, "that want to get their pictures and things in. You know them. You tell us." Halfway down the list stood the item: "Mary Shannon, sculpture, 17 pieces." For the first time in years Dobson saw red. It was a good thing, he had to confess to himself; there had been times when he had run a dotard's danger of mixing this child up too confusedly with his sentimental reminiscences. Now he was simply exasperated beyond bounds. If he had had her here he would have turned her over his knees and given her a spanking. Stubborn, wayward, blind— to persist in her vain innocence in wanting to make a laughingstock of herself. He controlled his voice before the committeemen. "This item you will do well not to accept," he said, drawing his pencil through the line. The following day one of them was back at the studio. "The governor, he wants to know if what is out about this item is that there's too many pieces. Would it be better to cut it down from seventeen to maybe eight or ten, Mr. Dobson? Or do you mean it 'out,' the whole shootin' match?" "I mean it 'out,' decisively. Let there be no mistake in that." Oh, miserable Mary, bad Mary! Happily, by and by, Dobson saw the comic side of the thing. He sat down alone in his emptied shop and chuckled. "Enfant terrible! Incredible child!" The awful thing happened. Dobson had dealt with politicians before, so he should have misdoubted. As it was, the first he knew of it was when, surrounded by the notables on the afternoon of the unveiling, in glancing through the leaflet cataloging the annual exhibition inside, he saw: "Bureau of Claims Room: Shannon, Mary A., sculpture, 17." "The governor!" He remembered. "The governor's nephew, Roy!" Dobson saw the ugly light. His day of days was spoiled. Throughout the length of Senator Woodson's speech he could think of nothing but the catastrophe brewing in the basement behind him. His own few words sounded remote and inane, and so did the applause at the actual uncovering of the "Arapahoe." There was no thrill in it for the perturbed man. Afterward it was worse. He ought to have gone inside. There were works of old pupils of his on exhibition, and they would think it queer of him not to. He made an effort to listen to the kind things that prominent people were saying to him, the indulgence of Mrs. E. D. Bragford, the parrot patter of Mrs. Winn Constable, the gush of Mrs. Colbine. It came as a relief, though, when Abrahams, the art dealer, stopped to add his congratulations. "I'm glad to see you, Abrahams. I heard you were back— yesterday, wasn't it? Tell me about your trip. Did you find anything worth while?" Abrahams sketched his fifty days, Chicago, New York, London, Paris, Provincetown. "And back here for today and your 'Arapahoe,' best of all, old friend." "Thank you, Abrahams. No, I've not been in yet; I'll go presently. By the way, I see your truck parked out there on Colfax; have you a loan in the show in there?" The dealer laughed. "What a man! For one thing, there's your own 'Young Circe,' as usual. What would their show be without that?" It was a comfort to Dobson to reflect what would Abrahams' own gallery be without that same "Young Circe"? What would his window in Seventeenth Street have done any time in these past ten years without its mainstay and keystone in the marble shard of loveliness, the masterpiece of Dobson's later middle life? It would be pleasant if it would sell, of course, but sometimes Dobson was almost glad it hadn't been taken and shut away in privacy. There in Abrahams' window it did its bit in leavening with beauty the daily ugliness, a monument almost as public as the others, the "Grizzly at Bay" before the courthouse, the "Scout" in City Park, and now the "Arapahoe" here. People who had been in to the exhibition were coming out again, and now the worst of the ordeal began. Dobson could keep his eyes wherever he wanted them, but against derisive or scandalized whisperings he could not stop his ears. "Did you ever in your life! Who is this Shannon person?" "Isn't there someone supposed to handle these exhibitions, someone responsible?" "But what I can't understand— I'm told she's actually a pupil of Mr. Dob — " "Shhhhh! (Right there.)" Ears crimson, eyes averted, Dobson kept silence, and denied Mary once. There was the voice of Mrs. Dickens, the governor's wife: "Why, of course Earle didn't realize— never had laid eyes on the girl's work. It was simpJ.y that Roy, his brother's boy (he has a crush on the girl), plagued him— and believing she was a protege of Mr. Dobson's —Roy made that up out of whole cloth, as we can now see . . ." Deeper crimson, farther away, Dobson denied Mary twice. "I'd rather be anything than embarrassed." That was Mrs. E. D. Bragford, president of the State Confederation. "I think this will teach them that it should be strictly limited to entries having some art education, and by that I mean in some recognized course devoted to it, such as Mr. Dobson's — " It was startling then. It was the sculptor himself, red-jowled, bright-blue-eyed. "If you are speaking of Mary Shannon, Mrs. Bragford, she is something of a protege of mine." It had nothing to do with Dobson's intelligence or with his will. It was simply a year's accumulated explosives going off disastrously. Snickering at Mary Shannon, were they? Sneering at Mary! Wheeling, he marched into the basement of the Capitol. He knew he was being an idiot, and worse than an idiot, a renegade. He knew it with his head, though not with his heart or his feet. He had not seen Mary for months till he saw her across the shoulders of the people there in the Bureau of Claims. Her head up, her face a mask, her stubborn shoulders squared against the affront of muffled gasp and giggle, she stood withdrawn in a farther corner, hemmed in by shadowy figures. Whether they were the figures of the living or of her own distorted bronzes Dobson could not have said; Mary, cornered, was all he could see. Miserable child, she had nothing to thank for it but her own vain folly. But who cared? Half a quiet had fallen at his appearance in the doorway, a gesture of the crowd's curiosity and vague illness at ease. It became a whole one as he began to make a circuit of the exhibit. Halting heavily before each successive prodigy, he appeared to study it with deliberation; he scarcely saw it, as a matter of fact. He was too upset. The strongest impression he carried out of it all, indeed, was not of the dead casts but of the living faces that watched his as he deliberated, some of them hard, dull, and old, some, scattered here and there, the faces of the strangest youth, intractable and vigilant. "Who are these?" Dobson found himself wondering. There was one face triangular and sallow, save for a hectic feather on either cheek ridge, and with long black hair. Another, a truculent young fellow, had mine dust bitten into his neck pores. They were all different, but somehow or other they were less different than they were alike. "Where did they come from," Dobson wondered, "and what are they doing here?" Against almost the last of the pediments in the gantlet a placard was propped: "Survivor." When Dobson lifted his eyes to find the figure above it that pipe-limbed, egg-headed travesty of an Indian holding his pants up patiently, he shivered a little, said "God forgive me!" to himself, and closed his eyes tight. But then he opened them. His voice was harsh and loud, for he spoke, purposely, across the width of the room. "Splendid, Mary! Do your own thing in your own way, and don't bother about the fatheads. They come to scoff now. They'll remain to pray." On impulse he raised one hand to his temple. It was a funny little old-man salute, as prim as it was unpracticed, and by so much the more impressive. "Good!" he cried. "Push on!" He nearly collided with Abrahams in, the doorway, but cleared himself and escaped into the corridor. His legs, he found, were as rickety as an old rag doll's. Outside he avoided the crowd and followed the building's shadow around, wanting no more of his day of days, wanting only to get home. He tried his rooms, above the drugstore, but found no peace there. Driven out to his studio, it was little better. If he had had something to work at, something to beat and mold with his hands, in place of the vacancy left enormous by the "Arapahoe's" departure, it would have helped. Helpless, he wandered or sat. He could see now. He had made a fool of himself. To what end? Thinking in his quixotic zeal to fend off mockery from Mary, what he had done in all probability was only to double it by his transparent clowning. And at what price? At the price of the oldest and deepest loyalty he had, his faith in the virtue of beauty and in the dignity of its creating. The sun went down, leaving for a moment between the peaks a glitter in the shape of a curving sword. "The coward does it with a kiss," he recollected, "the brave man with a sword." He had done it with a kiss. As it grew dark he made an effort, jumped to his feet, shook himself. "What the devil! All this stew over nothing, practically. It's late and I haven't eaten: I'm hungry; that's the trouble." Hurrying to his rooms, he began to tidy himself, and decided abruptly on evening clothes. "What the devil! I have finished a piece. Such days don't come too often. Tonight I'll have nothing but the best. I'll go to the Laville Cafe, order a sole and little beans and white wine. Swank it." On the way, turning into Fifteenth Street, the ferrule of his stick faltered in its resolute tattoo. "People. There'll be a crowd there." But then with relief and a little shame he recollected: "It's too late and too early; I'll have the place to myself; quiet, that's the ticket," and strode on. White wine? This night itself was white wine as he walked. Still spring, already summer. Moonlight and arc light, weaving beauty between them out of raw brick ugliness. And people had liked the "Arapahoe" uncommonly. On Dobson's right was the better commercial quarter, on the left the poorer. From the poorer came the greater noise of life, gossip, hails, fall of feet, muffled music, instrument and voice. It bothered the sculptor, affronted him somehow. He increased his pace, turning his silk-hatted head a little away. Soon he would reach the cross street where he could make to the east. But now there was a sweaty yellow window to get past, a cheap restaurant, full of hubbub. The door opened and a fellow came out, loafing, perhaps for a breath of air. Starting at sight of Dobson, leaning to peer, he turned back and began to bellow. "Hey, everybody, out here! Look! It's himself— the old man." A rush, hurly-burly, violence. There was no room for defense, no chance for protest, hardly time for dismay. And Dobson was inside. A few tables dressed in greasy oilcloth at one' side, at the other a lunch counter backed by gas burners and a hot plate, on which a stout woman, worried and none too clean, was busy turning wheat cakes. Steam of cooking, steam of life. A body leaping, athletic, reaching in one leap the height of the counter, erect, arms spread. Whose voice was that? It was Roy Dickens's. "Come on now, all together, three long, loud, lusty cheers for the grand old man!" Like the crashing of avalanches. Confusion of the ears, confusion of the eyes. Who was that foreignlooking blond girl with the thick brows, sliding pie into a magenta mouth with one hand and waving a cup of milk-muddied coffee in the other? Why, it was the girl from the afternoon and the Bureau of Claims room, no longer sulkily vigilant, but almost a wanton for triumph now. And there above his plate of cakes doused with sirup was the fellow with the long black hair and the triangular, consumptive face, exulting: "Fatheads, you were right, sir; they've had the earth, and look what they've done with it; out with 'em; give us the room!" And back there was the mine-dust-bitten boy, his shoulders rounded over an accordion and his eyes as rapt as if it were real music he was playing for the dancers, not jazz. And who danced? Who was this coming from the dancing, luminous with perspiration, eyes shining, hands out, this strong angel, wild and young? Mary Shannon, Mary herself. "This is our day, Mr. Dobson, yours and mine. Won't you ask me to dance?" What did she mean, her day? Had she been taken in? Consternation, exasperation, pity. Or— or was it he that was being "had"? His face aflame, he dropped his eyes. "I am too old for dancing." He turned and fought his way out, as though someone were trying to stop him. Not till he was clear away on the sidewalk was a hand laid on him. It was Mary's. "Please; I must tell you. They may talk, Mr. Dobson, but I am the only one that really knows how brave you've been. How wise and brave when you turned me out on my own when you did, and how fine and brave today." Bending quickly over the hand she held, she kissed the back of it, squeezed it, and let it go. "I thank you, sir," she said. It was the bitterest thing he had ever known, the misgiving that went with him as he went away. If it was all malice, tongue in cheek —and certainly, flushed and self-deluded as they were, they couldn't all have been fooled by his folly of the afternoon— then this of Mary's was the blackest worst. Where was he going, dropping one wooden foot in front of the other so? He had forgotten. Passing by the Laville Cafe without even seeing its rosy globes, he let himself be carried on to the east. When he reached Seventeenth he turned down it, north. Espying the white illumination in Abrahams' Art Gallery a block ahead, he realized what had brought him drifting, the want of something to see in the wilderness that was his own thing. The dealer had been in late in consequence of his loans to the exhibition. He was locking the shop door when he saw the sculptor approaching, twenty yards or so away. He hurried toward him, his hand thrust far out. "Well, Dobson, old friend, where are you bound in your splendor? If nowhere in particular, why not come along with me to— back to— the Laville? I haven't dined." "Thanks, I will. One moment, though. You— you've got your pieces back from— my piece— back from the show?" Abrahams could find no way to hold him from going forward. He followed, agitated, stumbling among his words. "I— I've been thinking, Dobson— I've decided it's poor selling policy to keep that marble of your always on view, on the street practically. Why buy it— that's the psychology— when you can see it every day just by " But there the sculptor stood before the shop, pale to the temples, mouth ajar. "What the devil, Abrahams!" Where from a time that began to seem immemorial Dobson's "Young Circe" had been wont to grace the center of that big window with her pure-white, tristful loveliness, Mary Shannon's dark atrocity, the "Survivor," stood. To the right was the smaller bronze of what might have been meant for a tiger, but looked like a mangy cat. To the left was the bust of an apparent idiot, apparently done with a mason's trowel. "What the devil, Abrahams!" The old man's voice broke high. "You too?" The dealer looked everywhere. "Well— you see— old friend — " "You don't mean to tell me you swallowed that today? You can't be simple enough to have believed I saw anything"— Dobson pointed a shaking finger at the nearest, the idiotic bust— "anything but the fumbling of a kindergarten child in that thing of Mary Shannon's there?" Abrahams gasped. "Heavens, that isn't a Shannon, man. That's an Epstein I picked up in London, and they made me go to the bottom of my pocket for it, don't forget. The other, the animal piece, is an Ed Villon; but tell me, you must have seen the plate of that one in Studio this spring. I had to dig for that one too. Deep." Perceiving Dobson dumb, Abrahams rushed on: "A gamble, of course, in this town. I shall not sell them this month nor next. But by Christmas I shall have sold them; wait and see. I know my people: I can predict definitely. The Ed Villon I shall sell to Mrs. E. D. Bragford, and she will pay for it— through the nose. The Epstein, Mrs. Earle Dickens, the governor's wife, will take; Mrs. Bragford will have told her to by then. The Shannon piece I shall not offer here, but in Chicago. A prophet in his own country, you know." Abrahams had been talking against a thing that failed him now. With a catch in his throat, "Old friend," he cried, stepping forward to throw an arm around the smaller, grayer man, "as for me, myself, I see more truth and worth and beauty in your 'Circe' than in all of these. That is my taste. Added to that is my loyalty. But these days are other days, and my old taste will not pay my assistants' wages, nor loyalty my rent." Dobson shook the arm off and stood away. He tried to keep his voice level, but it trembled for all of that, like a blade in an infuriated hand. "I have owned up that I have made an ass of myself, Abrahams. It seems to me that you at least might accept it at that, and drop the ragging." Dobson wheeled round, stiff-legged, and marched away. It grew midnight and past midnight in Dobson's workshop. It is curious what the human mind can be when it is driven to defend itself. He no longer thought of Abrahams, but he had not yet managed not to think of Mary Shannon. It seemed to him he would have given anything to be able to forget her as he had last seen her, flushed with what seemed to him her self-delusion of achievement, surrounded by bragging riffraff, in that squalid eating place. Flapjacks and raisin pie, fried-egg sandwiches and muddy coffee, stamping, wild hallooing, perspiration, jazz. Ugh! By an effort of the will, in panic, Dobson ran away into his memory. Ah, but this was better! Loaves and cheese, smoked fish and gray sausages, under the flaking gilt trelliswork of the Masque d'Or. Alan and his girl there, Sven and his Lilla. Ivan Morvitch and Freddy Webster from Des Moines with his half a shirt and patched trousers, bellowing "Mort aux vieux!" Down with the old fogies! Up youth! "What do you think that old donkey of a dealer ... a hodgepodge," says he. "My little boy with chalks . . ." "Moneybag, potbelly, let him wait ten years . . ." Dancing, when dancing was dancing, warm, eager, and wild. Gas-lit nights of dancing, lilac-lit days of working— working when work was a true, fierce, rebellious matter, sweet clay on the hands. Work! Dobson got out of his chair, stood on his two feet, and began shaping with a thumb before his eye the vacancy where the "Arapahoe" had been. "Tomorrow I will go about it. A— uh— the— 'Indian Mother.' So. And so. Yes, 'Arapahoe Mother'— companion piece— the west approach will want something now to fill it. So. And so. Marching toward the sunset, bowed a little, burdened. But unbeaten, untired. So." With a sweep of the thumb the old man finished the line of the shadow of a noble beauty. "Good! Push on!"
- SURVIVOR (Rank 5): When this gift is used successfully, the user becomes immune to many debilitating effects, such as hunger, thirst, fatigue, poison, and certain Wyrm toxins. Moreover, the user's effective Stamina increases by three, he or she may ignore pain from wounds, and may gain Willpower... anything to survive. NATIVE TO: Bone Gnawers
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- thumb|200px|Jedna ze scen – szukanie robaków do zjedzenia na Borneo Survivor – amerykański reality show. 16–20 osób ląduje w jakimś egzotycznym miejscu (np. Tahiti, Palau, Vanuatu) i przez 39–42 dni walczą tam o milion dolarów. Są całkowicie odcięci od świata, a na obiad jedzą korzenie i robale. Na początku podzieleni są w 2–4 szczepy i walczą ze sobą o nagrody rzeczowe (np. koce, krzemień, trochę ryżu) oraz o nietykalności. Od 12. edycji wprowadzono zwrot akcji. Mianowicie, jedna osoba z wygranego szczepu jedzie na Wyspę Wygnania, gdzie ma szanse znaleźć Ukrytego Bożka Nietykalności, gwarantującego miejsce w finałowej czwórce (12. edycja) oraz w finale (13. i 14.). W 14. edycji wprowadzono taką zasadę, że jeden z przegranych jedzie na Wygnanie, tym samym ratując siebie od głosowania. Natomiast Bożek nie jest już zakopany na Wyspie Wygnania, tylko w Obozie, co skomplikuje grę (no bo jak go szukać, jak kilka osób stoi i patrzy co robisz. A jak ktoś zechce pomóc i sam go wykopie?). Relacje uczestników przedstawiają się podobnie jak w statystycznej polskiej klasie gimnazjum. Istnieje mnóstwo sojuszy, podsojuszy i ukrytych porozumień, najczęściej przeciwko konkretnym osobom. Z czasem sojusze się rozpadają i ostatecznie dochodzi do tego, że jeśli chcesz wygrać milion dolców, skłócasz się ze wszystkimi, bo musisz przekonać, że oni są beznadziejni, a tylko ty zasługujesz na kasę.
- Survivor wuchs in einem Dungeon auf, wo nur Wolffledermäuse lebten. Er hatte ein normales Leben bis zu dem Tag, wo plötzlich Jäger kamen, um die Wolffledermäuse zu dezimieren, da sie als eine Gefahr angesehen wurden. Survivor konnte mit Battle und einigen Babys entkommen, während der Rest ermordet wurde. Er zog nach Dragon Kingdom, um dort ihre Art zu etablieren, doch Gongzhu kam eines Tages zu denen und Survivor hielt sie für eine Feindin, weswegen es zu einer Eskalation kam. Der Raiju Clan mischte sich dort ein und Conquering Storm tötete die Babys der Wolffledermäuse durch eine Rauchvergiftung. Survivor und Battle überlebten abermals und waren sehr wütend auf den Raiju Clan und deren Bride. Schließlich schlossen sie sich den Dunklen Meistern des Ninjutsu an.
- Survivor on Ilman Toa, sekä tunnelirosvo. Myöhemmin hän muuttui Ilman Olennoksi.
- Survivor is the first ever moderator for OMGWTF?! forums. He was featured in the Deal Or No Deal review in the credits. He is commonly associated with Mr Montmorency and TidusLoire. Whenever there is conflict he often takes both sides into judgment, being the voice of reason.
- Survivor is a competition at Renegade, which involves teams competing agaisnt each-other to get more posts. Recent games have added more rules, making it more of a brain competition than a mindless spam fest. Debates between two users are common now. Eventually, only one person remains, all of the others eliminated.
- Though you lost many you loved in the chaos, you managed to survive the wasting influence of the King of Shadows and his minions. Your senses are keener as a result, but your body has suffered trauma that it hasn’t fully recovered from. Effects: +1 Search, +1 Spot, +1 Survival, -2 Fortitude Saving Throws. Use: Automatic
- Survivor ist ein ernster Wolffledermaus, der sich als sehr loyal zu seiner Freundin Battle erweist. Er kann Spaß verstehen und zeigt einen derartigen Hass auf alle, die versuchen, die Wolffledermäuse auszurotten.
- Janette is in the middle, as always.
- Survivor is an American reality and game show based off the Swedish television show Expedition Robinson created by Charlie Parsons, and is a part of the worldwide brand of Survivor reality shows. The American version of the series, produced by Mark Burnett has been, and continues to be, incredibly successful, as it usually places in the top ten of American television ratings. The show itself is widely considered to be the originator of American reality television, due to its continued success in terms of profitability and high ratings.
- Survivor(サバイバーSabaibā) is the Stand granted to Guccio by Whitesnake featured in Stone Ocean.
- [Source] The Survivor was a Corellian Engineering Corporation–manufactured class of lifeboat. They had enough fuel for six hours of spaceflight, and a week's worth of consumables. Emergency gear included tents, thermosuits, portable hand scanners, substance analyzers, and a hunting rifle for small game.
- Survivor (de_survivor) es un mapa de Desactivación de Bomba oficial que hace su aparición en Counter-Strike.
- Special Part(s): Survivor is a common class mod for the Assassin manufactured by bandits. The Survivor class mod is obtained randomly from any suitable loot source.
- I'm a (survivor) I'm gonna (make it) The Chipettes: I will survive Keep on survivin' Alvin: Uh haha yeah, not really feeling it guys. Umm, let's try it with a little more umph, shall we? Okay, you're on a deserted island: no food, no shelter, no hope of rescue! Brittany & Eleanor (Simon & Theodore): Now that you're out of my life I'm so much better (better) You thought that I'd be weak without you But I'm stronger (stronger) You thought that I'd be broke without you But I'm richer (richer) You thought that I'd be sad without you I laugh harder (harder) Simon, Brittany, & Eleanor (Simon & Theodore): You thought I wouldn't grow without you Now I'm wiser (wiser) Though that I'd be helpless without you But I'm smarter (smarter) You thought that I'd be stressed without you But I'm chillin' (chillin') You thought I wouldn't sell without you Sold nine million (million) The Chipmunks & The Chipettes: I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'mma work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' You thought I couldn't last without you But I'm lastin' (lastin') You thought that I would die without you But I'm livin' (livin') Thought that I would fail without you But I'm on top (on top) Thought it would be over by now But it won't stop (won't stop) Thought that I would self destruct But I'm still here (still here) Even in my years to come I'm still goin' be here (be) The Chipmunks & The Chipettes: I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'mma work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' I'm not gonna blast you on the radio (I'm better than that) I'm not gonna lie on you or offend you (I'm better than that) I'm not gonna hate on you in the magazine (I'm better than that) I'm not gonna compromise my Christianity (I'm better than that) You know I'm not gonna diss you on the internet The Chipettes: 'Cause my mama taught me better than that The Chipmunks & The Chipettes: I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'mma work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin' And through all of the darkness and sadness Still comes happiness (wa) If I surround myself with positive things I'll gain prosperity (wa) The Chipmunks & The Chipettes: I'm a survivor I'm not gon give up I'm not gon stop I'mma work harder I'm a survivor I'm gonna make it I will survive Keep on survivin'
- Survivor was an award in 8-bit Mini Mayhem, it was given to the player who had the most health at the end of the level.
- Survivor is where 16-20 people are splited to 2 tribes or 3. Every after 3 days, a person will be eliminated from the competition (In season 3, 6, & 9, the percentage of voting back a tribe member). After 39 days, one person will become $1,000,000 richer & hold the title as the sole survivor. The jury which are 7-9 jurors will help decide the winner.
- Survivor is one of three game modes in Metroid Prime Hunters: First Hunt. As the name implies, this is a survival-type mode where Samus is endlessly assaulted by waves of Metroids, Zoomers and Xenomorphs. She must defeat as many enemies as possible before dying. Survivor takes place on the Assault Cradle level. The music accompanying this trial is a remixed version of Vs. Meta Ridley theme. Samus can obtain Missiles in this mode, as well as a temporary Damage power-up in the highest room. If Samus dies, a short cutscene depicting her kneeling on the ground in pain will show, before the Results Screen. Notably, her scream of pain here is a generic female screaming sound effect used in many video games.
- Survivor är en realitet tv game show-format som produceras i många länder över hela världen. I showen, är tävlande isolerade i vildmarken och tävla om pengar och andra priser. Jennifer Keller är känt för att titta på denna show och ogillar den delen om att äta konstiga livsmedel. (ATL: "Missing") kategori:TV-serier
- The survivor is a hostile character encountered in Vault 106 in the year 2277.
- Survivor is a reality television show that is filmed in an exotic location such as Borneo, Thailand, or Palau. The object of the game is to outwit, outplay and outlast the other 16-20 castaways.
- The Survivor was an enemy model created during development of BioShock 2 which was never used in the final game. Instead, it was repurposed as as a Splicer model which only appeared for a brief moment in the games opening cinematic.
- Survivor is a race of creature that is shared between all 5 civilizations.
- Survivor is a popular reality show on CBS where several people are taken to some remote part of the world and have to compete in a tribal style elimination match in order to win the title of "Survivor". The show is an adaptation of a Swedish TV show called Expedition Robinson.
- Survivors are humans who have survived the Chimera's onslaught on mankind throughout the world.
- Hard rock band best known for their hit Eye of the Tiger, which was used as the theme to Rocky III. It was chosen over Another One Bites the Dust by Queen.
- Survivor (de_survivor) - это официальная карта режима уничтожение объекта в серии игр Counter-Strike и игре Counter-Strike Nexon: Zombies. Присутствует в игре начиная с Counter-Strike 1.5.
- The show maroons a group of strangers (as one or more tribes) in a desolate locale, where they must provide food, water, fire, and shelter for themselves, while competing in challenges to earn either a reward, or an immunity from expulsion from the game in the next of the successive votes for elimination. While much rarer than elimination by vote, medical conditions, such as injury or infection, have eliminated several contestants. The last two or three survivors face a jury historically comprising of at least the last seven players voted off. That jury interrogates the final few, and then votes for the winner of the title of Sole Survivor and a million dollar prize. Many people believe the show is staged and all an act. In "Screwed the Pooch", Peter Griffin cuts away to when he was a contestant on Survivor and crashed through the set onto the set of The Price is Right.
- Survivor was a television series. Before Day 1, Don Biehn was watching an episode of Survivor right before his son attempted suicide. This episode had a shot of a good-looking girl in a bikini walking across the beach. (Trinity)
- Survivor - forma zabawy forumowej uprawianej na Forum DB Nao odkąd pamięć sięga.
- Sesame Street parodied the show as "Survivor: Musical Chairs." (First: Episode 4134) The Jeff Probst Muppet hosts, and the contestants are Telly Monster, Zoe, and Elmo. In an outdoor setting, they play the children's game musical chairs. When the game starts there are two chairs and three monsters. The music plays, and they all circle the chairs. The music stops and Zoe and Elmo sit down. Telly Monster is left standing and "does not survive". One chair is removed, and Zoe and Elmo play the game again. When the music stops, Elmo gets the chair, and Zoe "does not survive". She joins Telly at the side of the set. Elmo is not happy to see his friends so upset. He proposes a new game, in which they will see how many monsters can sit in the chair. The Jeff Probst Muppet agrees, and the show ends with all three monsters piling into the one remaining chair. In the "Camelot's Got Talent" scenes from Muppet King Arthur, Fozzie brings on several different gag named knights. He asks to bring out "Sir Vivor!", but cancels when it turns out he's stuck on an island somewhere in the Pacific.
- Survivor is an American rock band formed in Chicago in 1978.
- Survivor have no abilities. Their goal is to survive until the end of the game.
- The Survivor was a Providence-class carrier/destroyer built by Mon Calamari Shipyards. It was created for the Confederacy of Independant Systems, who used it primarily as a battleship rather than for transporting cargo, starfighters or troops. It was, however, used to transport Draft starfighters on several occasions. During its time with the CIS, the Survivor was named P-103. After the death of Dooku, many individuals, mainly droids collected on the Survivor and around eight other capital ships and left the busier areas of the galaxy to found a new government on the planet Providence. After this event, the Survivor's owner, OOM 33, renamed the ship to its more well known name. The ship was key to many battles, including both the first and second Battles of Providence. During the second battle, The ship served as the main platform for most of the early stages. It was almost captured by Darth Tyler but was saved by Sollas Vikkal, Azz'gabat and Unit 933. Unit A-10, the leader of the droids' new government owned a flagship called the Assassin, which he had a special configuration for which involved connecting it to the Survivor.
- The robbery and murder of an antiques and coin dealer leads detectives to a fellow coin dealer.
- Survivor is an American rock band formed in 1978. The band achieved its greatest success in the 1980s with its pop-rock sound, which garnered many charting singles, especially in the United States. The band is best known for its 1982 hit "Eye of the Tiger", the theme song for the motion picture Rocky III (US #1). Singles like "Burning Heart" (US #2), "The Search Is Over" (#4 US), "High on You" (#8 US) and "I Can't Hold Back (US #13) continued to chart in the mid-1980s. The band tweaked its musical direction in 1988 with the release of the slightly heavier Too Hot to Sleep, but due to changes in the music industry and shift of popularity towards bands like Mötley Crüe and Poison, the album barely reached the Billboard 200 in the United States. Because of this, the band split. Singer Jimi Jamison later toured as "Survivor" in the mid-1990s, to the chagrin of the rest of the band. Jamison re-united with the band's other members in 2000 and the band released Reach in 2006, but Jamison left the band after its release and was replaced by Robin McAuley. The band has continued to tour with McAuley into 2008.
- Survivor is one of the role-playing Subclasses in Elder Tale
- Survivor is a title that you can display for prestige. It is awarded per character.
- Survivor is an American rock band formed in 1978. The band achieved its greatest success in the 1980s with its pop-rock sound, which garnered many charting singles, especially in the United States. The band is best known for its Double Platinum-certified 1982 mega-hit "Eye of the Tiger", the theme song for the motion picture Rocky III (US #1 for 6 weeks). Singles like "Burning Heart", "The Search Is Over", "High on You" and "I Can't Hold Back continued to chart in the mid-1980s. The band tweaked its musical direction in 1988 with the release of the slightly heavier Too Hot to Sleep, but due to changes in the music industry and shift of popularity towards "glam rock" bands like Mötley Crüe and Poison, the album barely reached the Billboard 200 in the United States. Because of this, the band split. Singer Jimi Jamison later toured as "Survivor" in the mid-1990s, to the chagrin of the rest of the band. Jamison re-united with the band's other members in 2000 and the band released Reach in 2006, but Jamison left the band after its release and was replaced by Robin McAuley. The band has continued to tour with McAuley into 2008. the track "Eye of the Tiger" also appears as a master track in Guitar Hero World Tour and Guitar Hero Live's GHTV mode. On December 30, 2015, their "Children of the Night" song was released on Guitar Hero Live's GHTV, starting off as a premium song in the premium show "Return of the Classics".
- Survivor is a reality television game show format produced in many countries throughout the world. In the show, contestants are isolated in the wilderness and compete for cash and other prizes. Dr. Jennifer Keller is known to watch this show and to dislike the part about eating strange foods. (SGA: "Missing")
- Survivors are gnomes that have escaped the maddening effects of Gnomeregan's radiation. They are trapped underground with their less-fortunate brethren, too weak to make their way to the surface. Members of the Survivor Assistance Facilitation Expedition work to clear the way for them.
- The Survivor is a NPC ally you can find during the mission Find survivors from another expedition from Technician Naylor (CoV, levels 35 - 40). He is the leader of the failed expedition you are looking for. He will be fighting a Chief Mentalist when you find him first, and must be freed so he can help you. Once free, he will follow you and will attack any Hydra or Rikti in his aggro range. If your char is one of those stealthy types, free him last. During my mission, the Survivor had slightly less hit points that a Lieutenant of the same level. He was probably a watered-down Boss class ally. I have no idea if the mission would fail if he'd be defeated. His defense is relatively weak against the Toxic damage the Hydras use at range (like everyone else), but, being the Hydras weak against Lethal damage, his Melee damage output is fearsome, being able to defeat any Hydra he finds in a couple of seconds once he gets in Melee range.
- Survivor is the eleventh challenge in Challenge mode. It becomes available by completing the first puzzle of Bonanza. The puzzles of Survivor involve performing specific numbers of moves. Bomb Gems, Locked Gems, and Doom Gems appear during each puzzle in attempt to hinder progress. Completing the first puzzle of Survivor unlocks Voltage, the next challenge in Challenge mode.
- Survivor is a forum game that's held on many internet forums. In easy terms, the point of the game is to have your team's (either Red Team or Blue Team) team board gain the most posts, but you cannot post spam. Threads with posting games, small talk, and random forms of images are most commonly used. The game is fast-paced if many users are participating, and the winning team gets eternal bragging rights. So far, there have been 3 games of Survivor, each time resulting in the blue team winning.
- Haunted by his past, the Survivor locks himself in a room and just wishes to live. The Survivor was once a responsible Bodyguard, who protected the Mayor night after night. Until one dark night: the Bodyguard was foolish enough to yield to a beautiful Consort, who dazzled him with her seductive moves. Unfortunately, the next morning, the Mayor was found dead. His killers, the Mafia, went on a rampage soon after and destroyed everyone in their path. One man from the massacre had survived: the Bodyguard. And ever since that day, he has confined himself to his mind, beating himself up over the fact that he could have prevented all of this from happening, if it hadn't been for that Consort. To this day, the Bodyguard–now Survivor–keeps four bulletproof vests that represent each party that played a role in the massacre. One for the Town, who all died in the slaughter. One for the Mafia, who led them to their deaths. One for the abandoned souls, who kept to themselves. And the final one for himself, to remind him of his selfishness. He saved himself, and his friends paid the price. The Survivor's mind is clouded with the thoughts of his past, but one thing is clear for him: he must survive. (credit)
- Survivor is a forum and diary based roleplaying game held on Creatures Caves, played with 16 people. Creatures Caves members can place one vote in the Survivor poll each day, and the two players who have the most votes each Friday have to leave the Island (up until the last week).
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