[WAMPup]

I’m excited to hear about the game as the rules are explained. I wonder a bit about the punishment for coming in last. Best to avoid that for now. Managing to make it pretty far, I don’t mind when I “trip” and end up being eliminated at 4th place. Not a bad place to be. I know that means I’ll get both points and mess. I clap for the winner, of course, as a show of sportsmanship. As the forfeits are explained I can’t help but feel a little shiver of anticipation. And the count down begins. 10. 9. 8. I watch as the other contestants start receiving their pies. 7. 6. 5. I close my eyes and throw my hands up triumphant as my number is called. 4. One by one a sloppy wet pie is shoved into my head. The force of the impact. The splatter of cream. 3. 2. 1. I shake my head to dislodge some stray cream from my thick hair. Snorting cream out of my nose. The sickly sweet smell lingers long after. I only bother to clear my eyes enough so that I can see, wiping the bits of pie against my leg. It’s good to be back. Checking out the other contestants I realize that some are already barely recognizable after our first game. This is going to be fun. I look to our first place winner as I wonder what will be done with their pie.