JetPunk: The Mole | Chapter 1

“Are you the Mole?” the interviewer asked.

“Of course not.” ColinShadow looked around.

The camera switched to a different interview.

“I’m not the Mole.” ItzIngenious said confidently with a determined face.

“That’s something a mole would say.” the interviewer pointed out.

The camera switched to a different interview.

“You’ll never know.” J3n laughed.

The camera switched to a different interview.

“No, I’m not the Mole.” Capybarra murmured.

“If I was the mole, I wouldn’t tell you.” Missouri muttered.

The camera switched to a different interview.

“No, of course I’m not the mole.” McKenzieFam replied.

The camera switched to a different interview.

“I’m not saying I’m a good liar…” Astana began, “But I’m a good liar.”

The camera switched to a different interview.

“It’s almost as if we’re bein' asked to manipulate everyone…” Texas exclaimed.

The camera switched to a different interview.

“I’m deceptive… deceptively.” Noivern winked at the camera and giggled. “I could be the Mole… if I was able to keep a secret.”

“I could never be a mole. I’m too cutesy and demure.” California laughed aloud. “I could never be the Mole. Never that.”

“So basically… you’re asking me to sabotage the game for everyone?”

“Yes.” The host said.

“…Simple enough.” The person shrugged.

“It’s not simple at all. If they sniff you out, they can survive until the end and take that prize pot from under your nose.” The host pointed out.

“Hmmm… still. I will succeed. I’m sure of it.”

“We’ll see if you can handle it. During the game, we will treat you just like everyone else, and we will just give progress checks along the way.”

“Fair enough.”

The whirring of numerous private jets rumbled through the tarmac at the largest private airport in the country.

The wind blew threw Nickelz' hair as he stood in the center of the tarmac, with sixteen adults surrounding him.

“Welcome to The Mole: JetPunk!”

The players looked stunned, but overall excited.

“You ten contestants have been brought in from all over the country to partake in this competition; a challenge of treachery, trickery, trust, and mistrust. Over the next month, you will be subjected to periodic missions and challenges taking place in countries around the world.” Nickelz explained.

“So it’s like an international vacation?” Astana asked.

“Yes, if you like your vacations with a side of existential crises and debilitating stress.” Capybarra muttered and rolled his eyes.

“Every mission you succeed in will add money to the pot. The pot can reach a maximum sum of $500,000. In the end, only the winner will receive the entire pot. The winner is the player who makes it to the final three players and guesses the Mole correctly.”

“So only one of us can win… it will probably be the smartest and most stylish here.” California flipped her relatively long hair and smirked pompously.

“Add most delusional and most arrogant to that list.” Capybarra huffed.

“However, there is a twist…” Nickelz murmured.

“And that is?” Capybarra inquired suspiciously.

“One of you is… a fraud.”

“Huh?” J3n muttered.

“One of you is not an actual contestant. You are here to deceive everyone else. You were chosen before the game, tasked to ruin the game for everyone else… you are… The Mole.”

“How is one of us even a mole? That’s dumb. We all came here not knowing the contents of this game… and…” ItzIngenious elaborated.

“Maybe one of us knew beforehand.” J3n pointed out.

“Chosen before the game?” Texas looked at everyone around him suspiciously.

“Well, whoever they are, I can’t wait to take him down.” Astana looked unafraid.

“Or take her down.” Capybarra raised his right eyebrow accusingly, as if he was assuming Astana was the Mole.

“I’m really nervous.” Noivern muttered.

“It makes it more of a challenge, having a traitor among us.” McKenzieFam mentioned.

“Discover the mole with haste, though. Not all of you will make it to the end. At the end of each challenge, you will take a quiz based on the Mole, and the person with the least correct answers will be eliminated immediately. You won’t be able to say goodbye or anything, you will be flown back to this airport and stay in the hotel until the game is finished.” Nickelz explained.

“Um, sorry if this is self-explanatory, but what does the Mole get out of this entire thing?” ItzIngenious asked.

“Why do you need to know?” Missouri raised his eyebrows accusatively.

ItzIngenious merely glared at him, with a hint of trepidation.

“The Mole automatically makes it to the final round and cannot be eliminated since they would never lose, they know all the right answers because the quiz is about them. They are promised a set amount of money after the game ends.” Nickelz replied.

“With that, we will begin our first mission.”

“So soon?” McKenzieFam asked.

“One more thing. The plane has beds, so you don’t need those types of things.”

(Confessional: Missouri)

“Who could be the Mole? I'm becoming suspicious of ItzIngenious right now…why would anyone but the Mole want to know what the Mole gets out of all this?”

(End Confessional: Missouri)

(Confessional: ItzIngenious)

"I am well aware of what I'm doing. I want him to think it's me. I know how much of a belligerent imbecile he is, he will waste all his quiz answers thinking it’s me and he will get voted out. Idiot.” ItzIngenious laughed.

(End Confessional: ItzIngenious)

“Your first challenge… Guaca-Mole."

“Nice title.” Noivern remarked.

“When we reach our destination, I'll explain the challenge."

"The Mole must be thriving right now. Quietly observing." Missouri sighed.

“Wow, discussing your strategy in the wide open. How smart.” ItzIngenious glared at Missouri.

“Shut up.” Missouri snapped.

“Anyway… The challenge begins when we arrive at our location. We will be travelling via private jet to Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei for our first challenge. We leave in thirty minutes, and the plane ride will take approximately 27 hours.”

“TWENTY SEVEN HOURS?” Missouri yelled.

“You guys have thirty minutes for conventions you may need, though there is food on board.” With that, Nickelz spun on his heel and walked towards the plane.

J3n, ColinShadow, California, ItzIngenious, Texas, Astana, and McKenzieFam followed Nickelz to the plane.

Missouri, Noivern, and Capybarra went inside to buy snacks and other concessions.

In the store, Missouri was browsing for some gum.

All ten of them and Nickelz were on this plane, and they were about to take off momentarily.

Everyone was seated in these comfortable plane seats.

“We will be arriving to Brunei in 27 hours.” Nickelz reminded the contestants.

“Seems simple.” ItzIngenious muttered.

“I’m sure it does, Mole.” Missouri rolled his eyes.

“Will you shut up already?” ItzIngenious demanded.

“Will you admit you’re the Mole already?” Missouri yelled.

“Shut up, both of you.” Noivern snapped.

(Confessional: Noivern)

"Hello, I am Noivern. I study flags. I think they are very interesting. Not sure how that will help me in this game, but I'm proud of what I do."

(End Confessional: Noivern)

(Confessional: Astana)

"сәлем, I am Astana. I am the heiress to a very large and influential corporation in my native country. Because of that inherent control, I think it will be quite simple to manipulate the other players."

(End Confessional: Astana)

(Confessional: Missouri)

“'Sup. Missouri. Still in high school, but smarter than all of them combined. These pathetic idiots can’t pull anything on me.” Missouri scoffed proudly.

(End Confessional: Missouri)

26 hours later…

.

The plane was hovering over a beautiful landscape of mountains and cliffs in an otherwise desolate landscape. California and Astana took out their phones to take pictures.

“We will be landing in thirty seconds.” Nickelz murmured.

Suddenly, the plane lurched forward and began slowly traveling towards the ground.

Thirty seconds later, the plane made a smooth landing on the airstrip.

Nickelz was first to step off the plane. Missouri was shoving ItzIngenious to try to get off the plane before him.

Contestants:

Noivern

J3n

ItzIngenious

Missouri

California

Texas

Astana

Capybarra

ColinShadow

McKenzieFam

The ten contestants walked into an ornate room. In the center of the room was a table and nine chairs. In the center of the table was a time bomb.

“Before we get to the first elimination, I thought you guys would be a bit… hungry.” Nickelz smirked.

“Oh, I’m starving!” Capybarra gasped.

“Well, this will certainly be a meal to remember.” Nickelz replied ominously.

“I don’t like the sound of that.” Noivern folded his arms.

“In fact, it could really blow your mind.” Nickelz warned.

“Um…” California looked a bit scared.

“By now, you probably noticed the bomb in the middle of the table.” Nickelz pointed to the sleek, lustrous red bomb.

“Strapped to it is $15,000.” Nickelz continued.

“Ooh!” Astana was about to stand up.

“No.” Nickelz pointed a finger at her. “Do not stand, because two of you have just sat on the bomb detonators.”

“Oop-” California twitched a bit.

“Damn it.” Noivern snapped his fingers in defeat.

“The cash is up for grabs, as well as a chance for an exemption from the upcoming elimination quiz.” Nickelz continued.

(Confessional: Astana)

"“I don’t really care. All I want to do is eat some food.”

(End Confessional: Astana)

(Confessional: Capybarra)

“I’m a little baffled... but if I don’t have to take the quiz, that exemption is worth gold.”

(End Confessional: Capybarra)

(Confessional: ItzIngenious)

"When I write my articles as part of my job, I have to use much discretion. I think that my experience with withholding certain pieces of information will be useful in concealing myself."

(End Confessional: ItzIngenious)

“After each lunch course, you will vote two players off the table. All you have to do to save the money… is to make sure that one of the players on a detonator stay on the detonator until the final course of the meal.” Nickelz explained.

“Now, you’re probably wondering exactly how to tell who is sitting on a detonator…” Nickelz began. “Well, the answer to that… is in the food.”

“Did you mess with the food?” Capybarra looked troubled. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too.” Texas rubbed his stomach.

“They had better not be serving us kangaroo cojones or something.” J3n demanded.

“The two players on a detonator have in front of them a delicious shepherd’s pie and string beans. For the rest of you, however…”

“Oh no.” California looked scared.

“The peas are filled with… wasabi!” Nickelz exclaimed unusually joyfully.

“You [censored].” Noivern folded his arms.

“You need to save one and only one of the players sitting on a detonator until the end of the meal. So if you want that exemption, and you don’t have that tasty shepherd’s pie with string beans, you had better pretend like you do.” Nickelz continued.

(Confessional: ColinShadow)

"Back home in Korea, I care for many patients on a daily basis. Not sure how that helps me, but it's something."

(End Confessional: ColinShadow)

“I can’t even lie… There’s nothing in my food.” Noivern shoveled a spoonful in his mouth and coughed a little.

“Noivern , your eyes are watering.” J3n pointed out, as everyone began laughing.

“You definitely have wasabi.” Noivern, still gagging, pointed to McKenzieFam, who was doubled over in pain.

“Man, I was doing so well.” McKenzieFam groaned.

“Okay, players. You now have to vote on who you think should leave the table. Remember, the Mole is an excellent liar. Maybe he or she has the spicy food, but wants you to keep him or her in the game. Or maybe the Mole doesn't and wants you to vote him or her off, and bring the team one step closer to sending the money up in smoke..” Nickelz warned.

“I completely forgot about the Mole! I was focused on the food and the exemption!” ColinShadow sobbed.

Everyone laughed.

(Confessional: J3n)

"This could reveal how good of an actor the Mole is… but then, I realized, we’ll do anything to each other to get an exemption. We learned that the hard way.”

(End Confessional: J3n)

“The two players with the most votes are… McKenzieFam and Noivern. If either of you are sitting on a detonator, when you get up, one of the two red lights on the bomb will turn on.” Nickelz continued. “Please stand up nice and slowly.”

Noivern and McKenzieFam stood up slowly.

“No light…” J3n observed.

“Good luck, you guys.” Noivern waved.

“You guys may leave the room now.” Nickelz pointed to the door.

Noivern and McKenzieFam sadly exited the room.

“We made the right choice.” Texas nodded.

“No explosion, no lights. Bring on the second course!” ColinShadow demanded.

“Okay.” Nickelz motioned for the waiters to bring the next dish.

“For the two players sitting on a detonator, here comes a nice cold whiskey.”

“Мәссаған, I love whiskey.” Astana beamed. "Not much of it where I live."

“For the rest of you, it’s carbonated… apple cider vinegar.” Nickelz continued.

“Ew, that’s nasty.” Texas grimaced.

“Cheers, everybody.” Capybarra held up his mug.

“Cheers!” Most of the others raised their mugs too.

“I can’t wait to see your faces.” Astana chuckled.

Texas looked at California oddly as she slowly sipped her supposed whiskey.

“I don’t chug stuff.” California shrugged.

“Mhm.” Texas leered at her.

“I love whiskey. It’s so good.” J3n sported a thumbs up as he downed the liquid.

“Oh my god.” J3n burped loudly and began to cough. Everyone laughed

“Well, it’s time to vote again.” Nickelz interjected.

(Confessional: J3n)

"Playing video games for money is way easier than this. The vinegar is lodged in my stomach. I want to puke. I think it’s game over for me.” He ran his fingers pensively through his brown hair and his bright blue eyes trembled as he cursed in Swedish.

(End Confessional: J3n)

“…J3n and California. You have been voted off the table.” Nickelz concluded swiftly. “But are you sitting on the detonators?”

“J3n, please stand slowly.”

"I don't care. I'm confident." J3n stood up auspiciously.

“Alright guys, they’re gone. Don’t blow the pot. On with the third dish.” Nickelz continued.

“I hope you saved room for desert. By the way, we’ll be voting off three this time. For the two on the detonator, enjoy a nice fluffy tiramisu, prepared by the world-renowned restauranteur Baptiste Gorce.”

“For those not on a detonator? Enjoy a nice, fluffy tiramisu… with enough chili sauce to make you cry.”

“Oh no…” ItzIngenious looked terrified.

“Let’s see how good you are with tiramisu, country boy.” Missouri winked at Texas.

“Huh?” Texas asked.

(Confessional: Capybarra)

"I'm a science mind. I know how to do the manipulation game. Nevertheless... I need this exemption."

(End Confessional: Capybarra)

“[censored]! Bit my tongue.” Texas' eyes began to fill with water.

“Mhm. He can’t fool me.” Missouri folded his arms.

“Oh- ItzIngenious' eyes are watering.” Astana pointed out.

“You like yours?” ColinShadow asked.

“Yeah, it’s good.” Astana replied.

“I think it’s time to ask the offenders to leave the table.” prompted Nickelz.

“I’m nervous.” ItzIngenious shook.

“The two players leaving the table will be… ItzIngenious and Texas.” Nickelz continued.

“Wow.” ItzIngenious looked stunned.

“ItzIngenious, please stand up and leave the table.” Nickelz demanded.

ItzIngenious slowly stood up, and as he did so, a light blinked on the time bomb.

“Damn. He was sitting on a detonator.” ColinShadow snapped.

“Now, there is only one left.” Nickelz observed. “Let’s see if this money is about to go up in smoke.”

“I hate these people.” Texas grumbled. He stood slowly, but nothing happened.

“Yes!” Missouri held his arms up in triumph. "Next round!"

"Final round, guys. For those of you on the detonator, you will have a nice, refreshing chocolate shake."

"My favorite..." Capybarra whimpered.

"But for those not on the detonators? A refreshing glass of... liquefied refried beans!" Nickelz exclaimed cheerfully.

"EWWWWW!" Capybarra's face shriveled up in disgust.

Astana's eyes watered as she sucked down whatever was in her cup. She winced, although she attempted to conceal it from view.

Capybarra took very small sips, trying not to ingest too much at all.

"This is [censored] disgusting..." Missouri murmured to himself.

"Time to vote!" Nickelz clapped.

(Confessional: Capybarra)

“It’s actually not about who is actually sitting on the detonator. It’s who can bluff the best.” Capybarra sighed.

(End Confessional: Capybarra)

“The two players leaving the table will be… Missouri and Capybarra.” Nickelz continued.

"Ugh." Missouri stood up in a huff and stomped out of the room.

"I thought I was doing so good. He stood up slowly, and Astana and ColinShadow noted that there was no light flicker.

"So they weren't on the detonators." Astana remarked.

“Okay, congratulations, ColinShadow and Astana. The final two plates are on the other side of the room. One of you must stand up to find out what is in them. Note that if you are the one on the detonator, the money is gone.”

“I have to stand up, Astana.” ColinShadow demanded frightfully.

"That's fine. I'm confident how I'll do." Astana laughed.

"How? Isn't the quiz about the Mole?" ColinShadow asked.

"Yes, I know a lot about the Mole... at least I think I do." Astana shrugged.

"Interesting..." ColinShadow murmured as he left the table and went towards the two tables on the other side of the room.

(Confessional: Astana)

"It's me on the detonator. Colin was bluffing the whole time... I'm impressed. Well played.

(End Confessional: Astana)

“ColinShadow, a countdown clock will start soon, so you will have two minutes to make a choice between the two options in front of you.”

“Heheh, I made it to the end.” ColinShadow laughed menacingly.

“The clock has started. Lift the first dish and read whatever is under it.” Nickelz said.

ColinShadow lifted the first cloche and read what was under it.

“To defuse the bomb, cut through the red wire. Do this before the countdown hits zero. You will add $15,000 to the pot if you do.” ColinShadow read aloud, looking pleased.

Astana winced.

ColinShadow lifted the second cloche and began reading the note.

“You can choose-” ColinShadow began, but then stopped reading abruptly.

“Well don’t stop reading now!” Astana bellowed angrily. "You're generally quite garrulous, do not stop on my account!"

“You can choose to read this aloud or not. If any player is holding this exemption card when the countdown clock hits zero, the bomb will explode, the money will be gone, and the player will win the exemption.” he read.

(Confessional: ColinShadow)

"I want to be a team player... but I really need that exemption."

(End Confessional: ColinShadow)

“I’m greedy. I want to win, Astana.” ColinShadow winced as he decided what to do.

…

…

…

Astana shook her head to motion for him not to take the exemption card.

The clock read 00:15.

He picked up the red exemption card and held it in his fist.

Astana looked irate, but he stayed sitting.

ColinShadow looked very unsure of himself, but gripped the card tighter as the clock struck 00:10.

ColinShadow picked up the wire cutters, while still holding the card. He began walking towards the bomb.

“Make up your mind!” Astana screeched.

She held the cutters to the wire.

“00:03” Astana read off the clock.

She suddenly threw the cutters across the room.

“Okay, ColinShadow, you took the exemption card, and won the exemption. So you don’t have to take part on the quiz. The $15,000 is gone.” Nickelz nodded with a hint of sadness.

Astana was pulsing with anger.

In The Car

“So what are you looking forward to at the end of this rough day?” Nickelz asked.

“I would love a beer by the fire.” McKenzieFam swooned.

“A bath…” ItzIngenious got lost in his own thoughts.

“Wait, take a left.” McKenzieFam instructed Texas, who was driving.

He made a sharp left, and they approached a dark and dirty building.

“Um… this isn’t a hotel.” California pointed out, confused and annoyed.

“I know you guys were hoping for a night of relaxation. But this night is going to be a little bit longer.” Nickelz said.

“My hot shower…ugh.” California sobbed.

Astana sighed loudly as she unwillingly slid out of the car. Capybarra followed her out.

Texas turned off the car and followed them out of the car.

“This place is creepy.” ColinShadow murmured.

In The Dark Building

"Oh my…” ColinShadow murmured.

“Please stand shoulder to shoulder and do not move.” Nickelz suddenly demanded.

Some were frightened by his request, but did so anyway.

Seven men emerged from the shadows in the dark, large, and dreary building, and began shackling their feet together.

“So, guys, I know you were hoping for a night of relaxation and rest, but this day is not over. It is time for the next challenge.” Nickelz muttered.

“I’ll explain. As you may have noticed, your feet are shackled together. You may have also noticed a locked box on a pedestal in the center of the room.” Nickelz pointed out.

“The cage will open every ten minutes, and one person can take the key and unlock themselves.”

“However, there is also an exemption card. If you take the exemption card, the challenge is over, no money is earned, and the people still in the chains have to stay in this cold and dirty building all night.”

“WHAT?” Texas screamed.

“I have to pee.” J3n held his pants.

Suddenly, the box opened.

“The challenge starts now. The box will be open for twenty seconds.”

The players began shuffling towards the box.

“So who sh'd we send first?” Texas asked.

“Someone who we can trust not to just lunge for the exemption.” Astana blurted out.

“I say J3n.” McKenzieFam spat out.

“I second that.” Noivern agreed.

“So do I, I guess.” California chimed in.

“I guess it’s settled.” Astana, who was on J3n's left, and McKenzieFam, who was on his right, began shuffling with him towards the box until J3n could reach it.

J3n stood there, nervous. He timidly grabbed the key, and, with a shaky hand, unlocked his shackle. He put the key back in the box, and stepped back. The box shut immediately.

“Nice.” Noivern stuck his thumb up as best as he could with the shackles.

J3n stepped to the side happily.

“Okay, McKenzieFam is trustworthy too. He should go next.” Astana said.

“Good idea, Astana.” Noivern chimed in.

McKenzieFam was already near the box.

He reached for the key, and swiftly unlocked his shackles.

He then put the key back in the box.

And grabbed the exemption card.

(Confessional: McKenzieFam)

"Do I feel bad? No. I needed this exemption."

(End Confessional: McKenzieFam)

“I’m not real sure what I was expectin', but it wuddn' that.” Texas stared at McKenzieFam, who stood in the center of the building with the red card, rubbing her arms.

“Remember when I said McKenzieFam was trustworthy? Nevermind.” Astana sighed.

“How could you?” Texas asked.

McKenzieFam couldn’t say anything to defend himself. He just stood there.

“Okay, so the money has been lost. J3n, McKenzieFam, head to the car. You will be taken back to the hotel.” Nickelz instructed.

J3n began to leave the frigid building, and McKenzieFam followed him.

“I’m surprised.” J3n muttered under his breath.

(Confessional: Texas)

"At this point, it's becomin' clear that McKenzieFam is the Mole. I'm watchin' my back fr'm now on."

(End Confessional: Texas)

(Confessional: Missouri)

"McKenzieFam is not the Mole. It would be too obvious. He wants to look suspicious. I'm sure of that."

(End Confessional: Missouri)

ColinShadow and Noivern looked stunned.

“Unfortunately, guys, it looks like you will need to stay here for the night. There are some sleeping bags in the corner over there.” Nickelz nodded, and went to go to the car.

Astana stomped towards the bags angrily.

McKenzieFam held his head between his hands as the car approached the hotel.

“Thanks for saving me…?” J3n offered. McKenzieFam simply looked away.

When they reached the hotel, J3n raced for the bathroom, as his body had been aching all day.

McKenzieFam went to J3n's room and wrote a note on his desk.

Come to my room after you are done.

He put down the marker and turned to go to his room.

When the car arrived at the hotel, and California, Capybarra, Missouri, Texas, ItzIngenious, ColinShadow, Noivern, and Astana arrived back, they looked indignant and beside themselves.

“Hey, McKenzieFam…” ItzIngenious waved sheepishly to McKenzieFam, who was drinking a beer by the fire.

“Alcohol at 7 AM?” Texas inquired harshly.

“Sure you couldn’t have had much wine in a cold and filthy building, huh?” McKenzieFam replied.

“Chill out. We’re not going to do this today.” Noivern interjected. “Let’s just go to sleep for a little while longer and revisit this later.”

“Fine.” McKenzieFam slammed the beer bottle on the table, shattering it all over the floor as he stormed off to his room.

In The Morning, Outside

As McKenzieFam sat on his hammock, he stared at the seagulls above him on the beach.

“Look at those birds, and how happy they are, J3n.” He demanded.

“At least the seagulls didn’t have to stand in a cold dark room for an hour.” He sighed.

“HEY! YOU GUYS ARE MISSIN' ALL THE FUN!” Missouri ran over from the foamy white shore, wearing sunglasses, and a salaciously tight Speedo.

McKenzieFam covered his eyes. California pretended she wasn't staring, but secretly enjoyed every moment of it.

“Why are you guys sleeping?” Astana asked.

“Are we finally getting a vacation?” McKenzieFam looked at the water, where Texas was splashing and enjoying himself.

“I’m not speaking to you.” ColinShadow spat.

"Nobody cares, loser.” McKenzieFam retorted.

“LET ME SLEEP!” J3n slammed his fist down on the sand.

“SHUT UP!” Missouri screamed. “We have some hours before the next challenge. We have an opportunity to relax, so can we USE it?”

“He has a point.” Capybarra nodded.

“Whatever, having fun is my priority.” Astana exclaimed.

“SLEEPING IS MY PRIORITY!” J3n barked.

“Does nobody care about the money?” McKenzieFam asked.

“Says the one who lost money for us.” ColinShadow laughed. "The jokes write themselves."

“Touché.” Astana looked away. "But wait, didn't you lose money for us too during the dinner?"

“Are any of you truly aware of what is the pivotal, cardinal priority over anything and all else?” Noivern suddenly interrupted. “We have to figure out, and predict, just how one of you, who is the Mole, will be sabotaging us in the next challenge.”

“One of us is not even a player competing… one is an adversary against us all.”

“And if that Mole is you, we should figure out what you will do to us.” Astana asked.

“Indeed. I don’t disagree at all.” Noivern uttered, unbothered.

“There’s ten of us. I can’t believe one of you is undermining our team.” Capybarra muttered.

“One of 'you'.” McKenzieFam mocked.

“Look who’s mocking anyone for being suspicious. You could have saved us all, but no. You could have even just gone last and let us all get free and THEN take the exemption. But no.”

“We’re not going to do this right now.” Noivern demanded.

The ten of them stood in a circle.

“We’re still a good team though, RIGHT?” Astana asked.

“Mhm, a great team! ESPECIALLY with one of us literally assigned to destroy any progress made. A great team. Great observation, Astana. Idiot.” J3n rolled his eyes.

“Why’d you get so rude all of a sudden? You’re beginning to act like Missouri.” ColinShadow observed.

"Hey!" Missouri exclaimed.

"Where’s the next challenge?” California asked Nickelz, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Just know that we will be traveling internationally for the next challenge.

"Yes!" ItzIngenious clapped.

"yEs!" Missouri mocked.

"Shut up." ItzIngenious snapped.

"You shut up." Missouri spat.

Chapter 1 complete! Thank you for reading.

For those competing, here is the quiz. Please take the quiz within 48 hours to remain in the game. 

Some of the questions will be information that can be found in the chapter, and some you will simply have to make educated (or non-educated) guesses about.

ColinShadow and McKenzieFam are exempt from the quiz and automatically go to the next round.

But for J3n, ItzIngenious, Texas, Noivern, Capybarra, California, Missouri, and Astana, the quiz is mandatory. The player with the least correct answers will be eliminated.

Only respond to the form if you are one of the players listed above.