The next challenge they had to face was for each clan
to build a shelter out of "native materials".
Apathy was having great difficulty getting started, as Velvetwhore was complaining
that her nails weren't dry and she had six more coats of polish to go before the 9 coats of glitter.
Also, she was unable to stand up. Dj Rancor and Ankh...somethingerother... had to forage for
building materials on their own. The two returned with handfuls of paper plates, napkins, and
popsicle sticks, with half chewn taffy as a viable glue. Velvetwhore had to be carried inside
the shelter once it was constructed, as she had inhaled too many fumes from her nailpolish and
had passed out. Ankh recalled that this incident reminded her of a lifetime where she had once
been walled up alive inside the walls of an outhouse on Neptune. Dj Rancor really couldn't have cared less.
Sardonia was also having problems with the challenge. "It's sOOo HOPEless!" Raiyn
wept, and wrote a poem about the experience:
Evil land of yellow and pink and white and orange and blue
Frying in the embittered rays of the glowing orb of death
We lament
For darkness finds us not
No restful crypt to lay our heads
No peaceful silence of the dead.
Instead
Weeping, crying, moaning, dying
Fie, for we belong nowhere
Gothicknight also commiserated, woefully applying another coat of hairspray. Doomboy
lobbed a quarter at his head yelling "Get up you sour faced dust mop before I impale you
with a frickin lollipop! i'm not building this shelter myself!" Gothicknight gazed sadly skyward
and followed him with a heavy sigh. The two returned later with armloads of plush Mickeys
and Goofys. Gothicknight put down his bundle and collapsed next to Raiyn, who was still
crying. He whined "Doomboy made me play these horrid games to get those....things. All
the cheerful music and happy people and....I just can't go on!!" A sobfest broke out between
Gothicknight and Raiyn, leaving Doomboy to assemble the shelter.
He piled up layers up stuffed Disney characters into an igloo-like form, carefully cementing each
layer with Gothicknight's hairspray. After it was complete, he laquered the whole thing solid with
the hairspray, but was puzzled in finding that the can was still full. Doomboy went inside and was thankful that the plush was good sound proofing so we didn't have to endure the whining of his
other clanmates.
Amaranthia of the Eulogy clan outright refused to help, stating that this challenge was
BELOW her and she wasn't going to scuff her velvet for pigs like Deadbolt and Scrofula.
Deadbolt grabbed Scrofula by the neck and snarled. Scrofula took this as a clue to stop basting himself with sunscreen and do some work. They collected large piles of stuff that people had
lost on rides. Soon, a lopsided structure of sunglasses, shoes, loose change, stuffed animals
and baseball hats appeared on the campsite.
Deadbolt secured the whole mess with screws, of course. Scrofula descended into the darkness
of the shelter with a sigh of relief, but Amaranthia wouldn't step a leatherbound foot into "The
Industrial Hovel of Crud" as she called it. "Fine." sneered Deadbolt. "Get a tan." Amaranthia
huffed, stared up at the sun, then begrudginly turned around and entered while making snooty
"eewwww" faces.