The day the full uncut footage was released, the livestream room was packed to the brim with viewers.
The camera caught me in tattered clothes, scrambling among craggy reefs to scrounge up food.
I lost the points I was supposed to earn when I jumped in to save a fellow cast member who'd nearly slipped into a churning surf gully.
I was left dangling halfway down a cliff by a safety harness, the strain burning so bad my face was streaked with tears. Yet the first thing I'd blurted out to the director was whether the 20,000-dollar bonus would still count.
Then there was that pouring, stormy night.
I'd curled up under a leaky tarp, stomach cramping so badly I could barely straighten up, but I still didn't dare drop out of the competition.
The comments in the live chat shifted completely.
