Survivor Auction

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Survivor: Tocantins - The Game - Episode 11: "The Ultimate Sacrifice"
... Survivor Auction Instead of a Reward Challenge, a Survivor Auction was held ... Instead of a Reward Challenge, a Survivor Auction was held ... Instinct loaded with a video message from loved ones at home and announced that the usual Survivor Auction rules would be suspended and that the castaways could pool their ...
Survivor: Micronesia - The Game - Episode 11: "I'm Ruthless... and Have A Smile On My Face"
... Survivor Auction There was no Reward Challenge ... Instead, a Survivor Auction was held ... Instead of a Reward Challenge, a Survivor Auction was held ...
Survivor: Gabon - The Game - Episode 10: "Nothing Tastes Better Than Five Hundred Dollars"
... Survivor Auction Instead of a Reward Challenge, a Survivor Auction was held ... Instead of a Reward Challenge, a Survivor Auction was held ... For the second to last item at the auction, Corinne won a sealed bottle with a note that would give her an advantage at the next Immunity Challenge ...
Survivor: Cook Islands - The Game - Episode 11: You're A Rat...
... Survivor Auction Each contestant will be given $500 and can only bid with $20 increments ... Survivors may share money, but not with the item ... The auction will end without notice ...

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    The white American man makes the white American woman maybe not superfluous but just a little kind of decoration. Not really important to turning around the wheels of the state. Well the black American woman has never been able to feel that way. No black American man at any time in our history in the United States has been able to feel that he didn’t need that black woman right against him, shoulder to shoulder—in that cotton field, on the auction block, in the ghetto, wherever.
    Maya Angelou (b. 1928)

    You’re looking, sir, at a very dull survivor of a very gaudy life. Crippled, paralyzed in both legs. Very little I can eat, and my sleep is so near waking that it’s hardly worth the name. I seem to exist largely on heat, like a newborn spider.
    William Faulkner (1897–1962)