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And so the final game of the show was upon the red team. The studio was cloaked in darkness save for one spotlight on Hayley Williams who was now cleaned up. “This is it, our final game of the night.” Some lights lit up the game area. Its ‘design’ was chaotic, filled with miscellaneous barrels, buckets, crates and other containers. Some were stacked neatly but others seemed to have been discarded. It was divided into four sections. There were also a few shallow gunge pits. “Each member of the red team will have to take one of the four zones and search like crazy for a token, getting messy as they go along,” Hayley explained. “There are two minutes on the clock and each token found will add 5 to the amount we’re going to multiply their score by, which is already at 10. And so the potential jackpot tonight is £10200.” The four contestants were then lit up, two standing each side of Hayley. To her left were Cristina and Angela, with Maria and Simone to her right. The four contestants each headed into a quarter. “Okay teams, your time stars now!”
Cristina immediately tipped some of the barrels over, spilling copious amounts of gunge all over the floor. The various colours mixed into a vile, streaky brown. Cristina knelt down in the slop, the front of her legs getting dipped in the stuff, all the way from her knees to her bare feet. She ran her hands through it, desperately rummaging through it in order to find a token. Unable to find anything she turned her attention to a large hopper over her quarter. It had a chain dangling from it, which Cristina grabbed. Cold, thick porridge fell from the hopper, sticking to her hair and shoulders. On the floor lay the token, obscured by the lumpy concoction. Cristina crouched down and picked the token out with her fingers, porridge dripping off her clawed hand as she raised it in triumph before presenting it to Hayley.
Meanwhile, Angela was taking buckets off a shelf and throwing the contents of them over her body. The idea was that if the token was inside, it would land straight on her. The first bucket was full of strawberry jam, which slithered down her front and between her breasts, dropping little red chunks out the lower end of her top. She emptied the next bucket, filled to the brim with vegetable curry, over her head. It had a very strong smell of spices and turned her blonde hair a vile orange colour. The third and final bucket was full of custard, which she splashed her lower body with. It was cold and slithered slowly down her stomach and legs, trickling between her toes. On the ground in front of her lay the token she was looking for, which she bent over to pick up. She placed it in her shorts’ pocket and went to join Hayley and Cristina.
Maria was in front of some very large barrels. She tried to reach into one of them but couldn’t feel the bottom. What she could feel, however, was some kind of pudding in the barrel. She pulled her arms out and saw that they were coated in yellow and smelled vaguely of bananas. She gave the back of her arm a quick lick, confirming that the flavour matched the colour and scent. She clambered into the barrel and knelt down, feeling the pudding gently caress her body. Up to her neck, Maria ran her hands through the sloppy pudding and felt around for the token, but couldn’t find anything. The next barrel seemed to be filled with something vanilla-scented. She dipped a hand in and was shocked by how cold it was – it was solid in some parts, which allowed Maria to deduce that it was ice cream – “was” being the operative word. Like the pudding it had a slight yellow colour. She shivered as she climbed into the barrel, her teeth chattering as the liquid inside engulfed her body. As she bent down her teeth chattered. She felt around for the token and as she grabbed it, a plastic box above the barrel opened up, dropping chocolate ice cream into her hair. Like the vanilla she was in, it had mostly melted into a slimy liquid. She shuddered as it ran down her face, resembling tear-smeared makeup as followed the curvature of her left cheek next to her nose. She clambered out of the barrel and joined the others, token in hand.
Simone was up against a bunch of small boxes which she emptied out in front of her. Many of them were empty; a few had little bits of gunge or chocolate in them. She then turned to a large purple gunge pit, having given up on the boxes, and stepped in. She was amazed at how deep the gunge really was as it went halfway between her ankles and her knees. It didn’t have a particular smell and wasn’t overly warm or cold, but quite runny as she felt when she went down on all fours. As she crawled around to find her token, she was blasted by gunge shooters from above. The streams of gunge turned her only clean areas (her head and back) the same purple as in the pit. After slithering, rolling and generally thrashing about in the purple sludge she found the token she was after and threw it onto the clean ground next to the pit.
With the red team reunited around Hayley, the game was over. “That’s it!” Hayley called. “Congratulations, Metal Maidens! You’ve won £10200 for charity! How do you feel?”
Maria took the chance to answer, stuttering as she spoke from the cold ice-cream. “F-f-freezing… but otherwise g-great.”
“And what charity are you giving the money to?” Hayley asked.
“The Worldwide Fund for Nature,” Cristina said.
Hayley smiled at Cristina’s answer. “Awesome! Now, what’s coming up next week?”
“Next week the mud will be slung…” Johnathan said as a preview began to roll, showing various games. First of all two blonde women ran across a balance beam, both slipping and falling into a muddy pit underneath. One was wearing a green t-shirt, the other purple. “…As a team of guitar heroines…” Next another blonde woman in a green t-shirt was singing into a microphone as blue gunge fell on her as two other girls seemed to air-guitar on miniature instruments in the background. Though they too had been splattered with gunge, they seemed to be a pair of brunettes. “…Do battle with four bass players.” The third shot was of two more brunettes in purple pulling on some kind of rope as foam sprayed at them from the floor. Finally there was a shot of a barefoot girl with black pigtails sat down in a shallow pit of yellow slime. Around her were a series of mirrors.
The shot then cut to a girl with long blue hair. She spoke with a Canadian accent. “Join me, Alissa White-Gluz, to find out!”
The show cut to credits, showing replays of the games’ highlights.
So that’s it, the final chapter of my first multi-chapter gunge story. Any feedback or suggestions for future editions (e.g. themes, contestants, games) would be appreciated.