A new tribe is forming.
Since I got the first call,
I was so excited.
I know 10s of thousands of people applied and I
always said I'm going to be on that show one
day,
I'm going to do it.
Oh, there we are. What's happening,
baby? Good morning, Sam.
Ping me for this show.
I'm perfect for this game.
I want this so bad I can't help with anybody.
I got a four year old.
As I always say, stay positive,
test negative. See y'all soon.
What the hell is this?
A damn fuck.
Thousands apply, but only 18 are chosen to be abandoned
in Fiji for the adventure of a lifetime.
Takes a lot to commit to doing something insane like
this,
so I'm ready to manifest the shred.
I'm going to be the very first Persian winner of
Survivor because,
honey, it is long overdue.
They're real life. People think I'm a nut,
but out here?
How about to kill it?
Who will have what it takes to outwit,
outplay and outlast all the rest?
I thought about it and I was like,
I should apply. I could do this.
And now I'm here doing it.
I'm doing it. We're doing it.
Survivor 46 this February.