Hey guys! The idea for this story came to me on a whim. You know how in many stories a character is faced with an easy yet greedy choice and a difficult but right choice? And how they always choose the right one and figure out something bad would've happened to them had they chosen the wrong one? Well, this story is about someone who actually makes the wrong choice. This is my first one-shot (all my other stories have multiple chapters), and it's actually quite funny.

Chris McLean was bored. So bored he couldn't even take pleasure out of torturing the contestants in another season. But then it hit him. Why not make a sudden death game? Sudden death, literally.

Chris' brain is a very stupid brain, but even a stupid brain is good at some things. In Chris' brain's case, it was being evil. So he quickly thought up something evil. Was it legal? No. Did he care? Again, no.

The premise was simple. All 39 campers were given a choice. They could either take a million dollars right then and there, or donate it to a hospital about to make a breakthrough in new disease treatments. The money didn't actually go to the hospital, Chris took it and used it to buy even more solid gold hot tubs than the ridiculous amount he already had. He was going for the world record. But the campers didn't know that.

Another thing they didn't know was that the game had one little gimmick. Should you accept the million bucks, you'd fall down a bottomless pit and die. However, one after another, Eva, Noah, Justin, Katie, Tyler, Izzy, Cody, Beth, Sadie, Courtney, Harold, Trent, Bridgette, Lindsay, DJ, Geoff, Leshawna, Mr. Coconut, Duncan, Heather, Gwen, Owen, Blaineley, Sierra, Alejandro, Staci, Dakota, B, Dawn, Sam, Brick, Anne Maria, Mike, Jo, Scott, Zoey, Cameron, and Lightning chose to give the money to the hospital. Why, you ask? They figured Chris wanted them to take to take the grand times grand, so they refused just to tick him off. And don't ask how Mr. Coconut made the decision. He just did.

However, you may have noticed something. If not, then you're not exactly the world's most perceptive person. But never mind that. Chris did not include Ezekiel in this game. Why? Because Chris really hates Ezekiel. Like, really really really really hates Ezekiel. But, when 38 contestants came and went without a single one being subjected to a horrible death, Chris was forced to take desperate measures to save his precious drama. He let Ezekiel play.

The former host sat behind a wooden desk, hands clasped together. Ezekiel stood in front of him. They were in a dark square room. Chris reached under the desk and pulled out a metal briefcase, which he gently set down.

"Now Ezekiel," he began. "In this briefcase is one million dollars in cold hard cash. You have a decision to make. You may either donate the money to a hospital on the verge of curing cancer, or keep it for yourself. The choice is yours."

Ezekiel sat down on the floor, his chin resting on his hand. He stayed like this for several minutes, thinking.

Then he jumped up and screamed. "I love money, eh!" the Canadian shouted. "Give me the mullah!" Zeke quickly grabbed the briefcase, smacked Chris silly with it, opened it up, and ate all the money. Then a trapdoor opened up beneath him and he fell down the bottomless pit, laughing hysterically all the way.

Two cops then came and arrested Chris for killing a psycho on international TV. However, they let him go when he gave them each a metal briefcase with a million. On the way out the door, Cop 1 tripped into Cop 2 who tripped into Chris and all three went spiraling down the bottomless pit.

All the other campers lived happily after ever, and Chef got his dream job as an assassin for any My Little Ponys who happened to stroll by.

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