When the coach said we’d be doing Survivor-style training camp, I laughed. Me? Grindle? Roughing it in the wilderness? Let’s get real, I’m built for bright lights, not campfires. But hey, I’ll bite. Maybe I'd become the best survivor to ever survive in the world. Besides, how hard could it be? Spoiler: NOT hard.

Physical challenges? Crushed it, obviously. Canoe races, obstacle courses, all that outdoorsy stuff, i was in my element. Mental challenges? for widdle babies. Puzzles are dumb easy, and I'm well known for my huge brains when I take the ice. Plus, I had the charm to build the best team ever made. I teamed up with Jackass Pants (dude’s a tank) and Nanashi Mumei (big brains), and we dominated. They loved me, obviously.

Camping? Not even hard guys. its overrated. Bugs everywhere, my food turned into charcoal, and I basically froze every night. So? I adjust. I thrive. that's the grindle way. Naturally, I won the whole damn thing. Survivor? Nah, I’m a thriver.