TDROTI: Della's Story

Chapter. 5 - Mud Madness

The campers soon made it to their next challenge ground.

Chris stood on a grassy ledge surrounded by a mud trench with wild contraptions that resembled something off the set of Whip Out built all around. The campers marveled at them in shock once they were close enough to identify the machinery, suddenly hesitant about what the host had in store.

"Welcome players! Now that you're all here, it's time for part two of today's challenge." He beamed excitedly. "The mad skills obstacle course! The relay race begins with a mad dash from the kickstart. Forget coffee. If this baby doesn't get you going, nothing will."

The contestants' eyes were guided to the giant mechanical boot at the front of the race swinging back and forth over the starting line.

"Then it's off to the race against time. That is the cannonball run!"

The wooden floor over there was full of holes from the cannons that spat continuous cannonballs from both above and below.

"Over to my personal fave, wrecking ball alley! Hurts so good."

The platform connected to a path of rolling logs with wrecking balls swinging back and forth over them.

"And moving on we head to the gangplank, complete with rabid mutant beavers."

Stilted platforms stood spaced out above the mud trench with large mutant tuck beavers gnawing rapidly at the wood holding the course up.

"Followed by the bouncing agony of double trouble!"

At the end of the last stilted platform, large red rubber balls were lined up shaped oddly like butts. They bounced volatile up and down over the mud.

"And finally, the grand slam, where you'll use ropes to swing into the giant baseball mitt while avoiding those deadly bats."

A tall flagpole was planted at the edge of the last platform with a red flag dancing in the wind. Tied to the pole were two ropes for the opponents to swing on through the mass of giant bats surrounding the baseball glove at the center.

"Piece of cake," Chris smirked knowing it would, in fact, not be a piece of cake. "Oh! And as you may remember, I said that the winning team from part one would have a distinct advantage in part two."

"But there was no winner." Zoey chimed in.

"Yeah. Don't remind me." Chris blinked with a tight-lipped smile. "The losing team was gonna wear snazzy specs while competing. But since we never actually finished the competition, I've decided that everybody has to wear them!"

Chef came over with a box full of large spectacles. Jo took out a pair to inspect closely before putting them on. She frowned as she squinted against the harsh prescription.

"Hey, what's with the grandpa glasses?" She complained. "We won't be able to see anything wearing these."

Della stepped forward and grabbed a pair for herself. "Pretty sure that's the point, genius."

Jo glared in the direction the brunette's voice came from. "Watch it, Elvira."

Della raised a brow.

She knew the Jockette had been going around nicknaming everyone every chance she got since she arrived on the island and had been wondering how long it would take before she got one too. But Elvira?

Wasn't that the name of that big breasted goth bimbo from the eighties?

She looked down at her chest. They weren't even that bi--

"Dork-tacular goggles won't make part two easy. Or attractive. But it can be done," Chris assured them. "In theory."

The campers collectively groaned.