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he won.

Purpled had made his way through the death games, getting all of his other friends and fellow contestants murdered.

But he did it, and he got his cheque of $100,000.

There was nothing more for him here. He should just leave the island now and.. Where is he going..?-

His footsteps were loud against the tiled floor of Karl’s “Funhouse,” as he called it. This is where Karl had taken his friends- he knew it.

But they were dead . . Right . . ?

Purpled didn’t have much time to ponder on why he was even snooping around Karl’s death house of a circus tent before he was inevitably caught.

“Why are you here?” The gummy asked coldly, voice coming from behind. His expression was almost intimidatingly calm and calculated as Purpled turned around.

“Winning isn’t enough for you, eh?”

Karl’s voice was teasing, though there was a hint of irritation underneath. He obviously didn’t want anyone in his silly little ~~murder~~ funhouse!