The Purple Patch - Missouri Valley College

“Today, we have our last competitors, and by far the most savage,
Flit and Baba from the jungles of the Amazon!”
After that we were forced to act like primates, making strange
throaty grunts and such until the producers told us to stop. Then, the
game started. A large gate opened into the large, dimly-lit abandoned
mall for us to start our rampage.
“We can do this, Flit,” I said to her as we walked through the
entrance to the weapons claim, “We can win.”
“I know.” She smiled back, “Let’s do this.”
We arrived at our last stop, a small stand that was crudely
labeled “weapons” and in it were various weapons that fit our theme.
I took a cat-of-nine-tails, a whip-like object with shards of glass and
barbs stuck in it. Flit took a stone club that would make for a great
“killing” weapon. We posed for the camera located in the crack of
the wall, and then entered the battleground. A large clock with a red
display was located in the middle of the ceiling; and the time-out read
00:04:36.
“We have four minutes ‘til the next killing,” Flit said, “Let’s
hide and watch for the first one.” I nodded and followed as she made
her way into a shop called Sleep Well Store.
We were hiding in a corner, whispering tactics back and forth
to each other, when a loud voice boomed over head.
“YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO MAKE YOUR KILL. HAPPY
HUNTING.”
Flit laughed out loud and I gave her an all knowing look. The
joke of this show had begun to take effect. We heard a voice.
“Hello, jungle boogies. We are here to exterminate you!” A
distinct British accent chilled us to the bone.
I opened my eyes wide at Flit, and motioned for her to come
closer to me. We had a clear view of the rest of the store from our
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