Brandon Hantz won an individual immunity necklace in South Pacific and gave it away — to Albert, of all people — because he'd promised himself he wouldn't play like his Uncle Russell. That was Brandon in a sentence: a kid white-knuckling the family name, swinging between teary sincerity one minute and a hair-trigger the next. He rode the Upolu majority deep, kept apologizing to people he'd just threatened, and made it all the way to sixth, going out as the seventh juror the season seated.
Caramoan was where the wiring finally blew. After days of needling from Phillip Sheppard, Brandon walked over to the kitchen and dumped Bikal's entire supply of rice and beans into the dirt, then dared the tribe to vote him out. So Probst marched everyone to an impromptu Tribal where Brandon refused to sit down — and no votes were ever cast. He just gave himself up in fifteenth, the rare boot snuffed without a single name written down.
