Meme Season (s1)

Day 4

(Announcer)woop-woop! It's the fourth day lady's and gents! We have five out and five to go. Our gps system reads that Nigja and Terry Cruze, are unknowingly, dangerously close to each other. So stay tuned and let's see what is about to unfold.
(3rd person)Nigja laid asleep under a massive rock. He laid in an open-like place, under the peak of the rock.
(Scientist 1)of course it's going well! Look! He's peek health, and the only downside is...his melanin is very high. So he's a black Ninja.
(Scientist 2)maybe I was wrong. He might just be the right clone.
(Nigja)No-no-no! argh! I'm not a clone! I'm not Ninja!
(3rd person)Nigja yelps as he turns over on his stomach. It was all a bad dream.
(Nigja)*muffled groaning*why cant I be labeled as something original? Like Bob.
(3rd person)a whiff of fresh air breezes by Nigja, and turns the tears on his face cold.
(Nigja)wow! This is the most fresh air I've ever smelled!*sniffs and sighs*. Wait...*sniffs air once more*. Do I smell food?
(3rd person)Nigja had chased after this delicious smell of smoked sausages, rotisserie chicken and what smelled like hamburgers! After all, he hadn't eaten in two days. Nigja knew he was close on the trail so he stopped at an incline of the ground, Barkley peeking his head over, curios, hungry and thirsty his mind screamed. He spotted one lonesome table, in the middle of the woods, stacked with food and stacked with plenty of drinks. He was highly suspicious of this table, but he thought, who would have this kind of food? Who would have these kinds of drinks? He found no fault with approaching the table after he realized that this food wasn't near possible to make in here. If his stomach wasn't controlling him, he might've chose to stay back. Nigja was but a mere two feet from the table. His eyes were already eating. Nigja found a cart at the end of the table. It had forks, spoons, knifes and most importantly bendy straws. He forgot he'd been participating in Meme season. Nigja eventually found himself a seat not far from the cart of silverware and bendy straws. Cozy purple velvet seats and even a record player. Nigja took his first bite of steak and this baby was rare, with a side of A1 sauce, delicious. Thirty minutes had passed by and Nigja was near finished. But unexpectedly a waiter came from behind a tree. His physique was quite muscular. Dark skin, tall, bald and a beard to top it off. He sure looked like a waiter.
(Terry Cruze)are you done with you're plates sir?
(Nigja)definitely. I couldn't take another bite if I wanted to. I must say compliments to the chef on this Devine potato salad. It was killer.
(Terry Cruze)I'll be sure to let him know you're thoughts on the potato salad sir*picks up plates*. Do you intend on staying for the after dinner show?
(3rd person)at this point Nigja had completely forgotten about Meme season, he forgot about his short but troubled past.
(Nigja)why sure! I have some time to kill*chuckles*.
(Terry Cruze)I'm glad you're staying. Past visitors really adored the emotion put into this play. I'm proud to pass on the enjoyment of our most finest plays. I will leave you to yore show*bows*. Good day sir.
(Nigja)good day indeed.*sighs*what a nice restaurant.
(3rd person)a person came on stage dressed in a fine white suit and blue tie. His hair was black and slicked back. Nigja oddly felt as if he'd seen him before.
(Nicklas)and now! For our finest play...the wind.
(3rd person)an audience behind Nigja gave a hand. Nicklas was weirdly drug behind the stage curtains, almost as if he'd been pulled back. But Nigja's suspiciousness faded away as the play went on. Several minutes later he recognized another face. It had been Guy Fieri. He was dancing away on stage, but the motions were not human-like. They were choppy, sloppy and mechanical like. But then Terry Cruze appeared on stage, finely dressed in a resonance attire.
(Terry Cruze)greetings! I am looking for someone from the audience to volunteer for this role. Would anyone care to partake in this?
(3rd person)a grotesque hand came from the shadows behind Nigja. The hand grasped onto his left wrist, and raised it up.
(Terry Cruze)perfect! Find you're way on the stage...Nigja.
(Nigja)I never gave you my...name?
(3rd person)two people held his arms as Terry Cruze revealed a knife.
(Terry Cruze)alright this knife is real. But don't be alarmed! I will simply stick between you're arm and chest.
(3rd person)the words they spoke were blurry in Nigja's ears. He'd feared for his life, this luxurious restaurant was gone, and blank space was all that remained around them, no crowd, but the clapping continued. Terry stuck the knife between his chest and arm just as he said he would. The crowd and the restaurant were back again. Nigja felt foolish as he stood on stage.
(Terry Cruze)give him a hand for being a good sport everyone!
(3rd person)the crowd whistled and clapped as Nigja got off stage. Everyone started to make their way out of the building, but Nigja was met by Terry right in front of the exit.
(Terry Cruze)good job yo there man*pats him on the back*. I'll see you around.
(Nigja)thank you for the fantastic show. I'll be seeing you again soon.
(Terry Cruze)I'm glad to know*smiles and walks off*.
(Nigja)*yawns*phew...I might just have to take a nap when I get home.
(3rd person)Nigja drove his solid black Toyota all the way home. He checked his watch. He was just in time for his sleeping schedule. What a perfect day he thought as he snuggled up to the sheets of his king sized bed. What a day indeed.
(Terry Cruze)if I'll take a life...I'll do it the humane way. A short lived life for this man, but he was an genuine gentleman deep down. Respect will be forever with me for this fellow.
(3rd person)Nigja laid, snuggled in leaves, lifeless on the ground while blood spilt on the cold dirt, making mud. And a stab wound right in the chest was what did it.
(Announcer)I'm telling you folks, there ain't none like Terry. His ability old spice, is remarkable and hard to defeat. But with another death, that concludes day four. There is only four contestants left. Let's see how it plays out.