With a final cheer for equality ("We’re going to show everyone that two strong, athletic, competitive, intelligent gay guys can compete just like anyone else,") Rob and Jacob headed for the woods. Their intention was to target the stronger teams to get them out early. The lime team just may reach their goal this time.
Luke released the location of the advantage point on the teams’ tracking devices. The Hunt Team doesn’t get to know the location of the advantage. The gold team brothers and blue team douchebags decide to go for the advantage, alongside the purple team parkour couple. The purple team hit it first in no time at all. The gold team joined the purple team shortly after, and they elected to make the decision together. They chose the blue team, who is already closest to the hunt team. I approve of this decision.
The wing men’s vests start ringing and the red team chased them down like a trendy drink special. Suddenly, the red team lost the noise. The blue team seemed to have fallen out of range. But they’re still ringing, so hopefully the red team could catch them.
Next, Luke released the location of the first supply station. The team can mark a bin with their team color to select the supplies contained within. The hunt team is not allowed to enter within a 100 foot radius of the supply station when it is open. The pink team decided to go to it, along with the blaring blue team. The pink team darted in, chose the fishing line because they are so smart and resourceful, and ran out. The blue team, already attracting attention with their noisy vests, chose a crate with two oranges and a banana, and then hung out for a while snacking on the sub sandwiches laid out for the teams.
True to lore, douchebags can not resist a sub sandwich. But they also can’t resist being assholes, and the blue team scatters the uneaten sandwiches across the ground. Dicks! As though they weren’t already targets and likely to get voted out.
"We sabotaged the supply station," the wing men giggled and high-fived each other as is their native custom. "Somebody sabotaged us! You wanna play with us, we’re gonna sabotage you. We’re gonna be right there. Wait ‘til I find out who sabotaged us," the hair douche cried, excited about having learned the word "sabotage."
The purple and gold teams hit the supply station next and discovered the sub sandwich massacre. The teams sucked down a couple of mayo packets and went on their way, hoping the blue team choked on their sandwiches or their own sub-scented vomit.