A cliff

Everyone walks behind Chris as he and chef rode up the steep rugged cliff in a golf cart. Both teams breathing hard while Owen fat body slams into the cliff floor with almost enough **** to make the cliff break apart.

Chris said. "Down to your underwear. Because we are cliff diving today." Some campers slapping hands and bumping fist. "Oh but it won't just be a normal cliff dive. Because haha get this. The producers brought us some sharks to make it more interesting."

You stare down seeing in the middle of a tight circle. Two sharks on the outside waving up at you with bibs on and forks in their fins.

Harold saying. "Sharks isn't that bad. If one near. Just make yourself look bigger by outstretching your arms."

Courtney said. "That's for bears you idiot."

Chris said. "Also you'll be building a hot tub. Whoever wins this first event get an advantage for the next round. And you have to use it to move those things to camp."

Looking down you saw crates that held the hot tub materials inside. And pull-carts which would help a bunch to carry the crates back to camp.

Chris spoke again. "Since the gophers are up by two members. Two of them will sit out this event. So who will it be?" His eyes wanting chaos amongst your team.