Dogs of Love: Day Five

	"Love is like a hurricane," Puppylove shouted, the sheering wind disrupting a clear and steady tone, "tearing apart everything you thought you knew, in order to make room for something different."  The air funneled into a chamber, the remain contestants, 8 in total, separated and and divided to two sides of the storm.  "Today we will find out which flames can withstand love's tortuous winds, and which will can be extinguished for easily."

	The crowd, protected by 10 inches of glass to maintain the barreling storm, roared at the though of drastic measures, there lust for romantic gestures increasing with each passing night. Issac was always happy to escalate, but even he knew that prolonging this show was dangerous, and GM's endgame would not be favorable for anyone but him.  If something were to happy, it would have to be here, it would have to be now.  Without any announcement, Issac unbuttoned his shit, the muttered sound of the host trailing of as his hand lifted his shirt to the wind, releasing it to the storm.

	"Ummmm, Mister Issac," Puppylove called out, not yet explaining the rules, or what they were there for, "If you'd wait your turn, we can get-"

	A shoe took to the storm, followed by another.  "I'm afraid I can't wait any longer," he called out, his socks coming off next.  "I know you had grand plans for this night, but I have my own plans," Issac declared, his pants hitting the wind, with only a pair of tightly fitted boxes left to protect him from the storm.  The men beside him laughed, the first honest laugh he had heard since he arrived on the island, while the girls looked on with atonement, all but Sheila, rage brewing behind her careful eyes.

	Puppylove knew it wasn't part of the script, a fact that would have been damning if it were not for the reaction of the crowd, on their feet with #storminthemundies and other clever jokes rushing across the screens.  "Do you intend to lay you feelings bare?" the announcer stated.  "Are you to share your naked truth with the world, Mister Issac?"

	"I could give a damn about the world," he shouted, giving Penne a devious smirk signifying a lesson well taught.  He start walking to storm, inching his way towards as the fought him back.  Penne did the same, pushing through to the middle with her lengthy strands anchoring her every step of the way.  By the time Issac made it, crawling on his knees to penetrate the eye of the storm, she was waiting for him, and he didn't have to muster one much more strength today.  "Penne, dear."

	Her hair came down, warping him and aiding him to his knees.  "Yes, my lasagna."

	The feelings struck the crowd with a loud "Aww," the two pausing before they continued.
	
	"I was going to wait," he smiled, shaking his head at his own feelings, "because it's absolutely crazy, but I can't."  He reached down into his briefs and pulled out a ring, crude and simple, producing a gasp from the crowd.  "I know it has only been a week, and I know I have no right to ask you this question, but I would rather die in this place with you by my side, then spend one day without you."  He looked around him, practicing intensely enough to produce a single tear that streaked his daft smile and fell to his chest.  "There is no storm that could separate us, no pirate that can divide us, nothing that would ever tear me away from someone so special.  Will you," he paused, "be my wife?"

	Penne's acting prowess far exceeded his own, tears streaming down plump cheeks, the woman dropping to her knees and shaking yes, just before planting on the finishing touch; a kiss that was passionate, for a minute he forgot they had been pretending, Issac leaning and and bracing her head.

	"DAAAAAAADDDDDDDDYYYYY," Sheila screamed so loud that all eyes found her.  Rage shook her arms and produced tear of her own and she looked up to the screen.  "STOPPPP THIS!  STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" she screeched.

	The screens went black, and the storm dissipated, leaving everyone in darkness.  Issac could feel the ground shifting beneath him, until the light of the screen illuminated the room, reading "Technical difficulties, please standby."  A slow clap emerged from behind the screen, GM walking out to an exposed Issac, a gentle breeze penetrating his boxers.  "Congratulations," GM smirked.  "You're the first person in history to ever make the same mistake twice."  GM circled around him, looking for for some sign of fear, but Issac had him right where he wanted him.

	"Love makes fools of us all, George.  I mean, that's why I'm here, right?"
	
	"You're not in love, he scowled, his face coming so close that he could smell the leftover rubin sandwich on his breath.

	"Of  course I am," Issac smiled, forming his hands into a grateful fist.  "I found what I was looking for, you know."  he waited for a reaction, but GM is playing his cards close to his chest too.  "I'm just sorry Sheila had to-"

	"Don't you say her name," he said chillingly, his GM hammer forming in his hands.  "I could kill you, you know.  This is my game, and I make the rules, understand?"

	Issac looked around, no one else in the room, or at least, no one he could sense.  From what he could put together, it was his broadcast room where he looked over all of his events, the same room that his crew mates were being held captive, so there was no guarantee they were actually alone.  "You could," he answered, finding his feet and looking around, "but that would be both a waste of these games and your reputation."  He looked where his new captain should have been, almost sensing his presence, his approval, and smirked.  "How about we settle this over a game, if that isn't too risky for you."

	"A game," GM laughed, "You would challenge me, here, to a game?"  His laughter almost masked his arrogance.  Almost.  "Why would I even play when you have nothing to offer me."

	"Marriage," Issac declared.  "You beat me at a game of my choice, and I will marry your daughter, just like she has always wanted.

	GM was nearly on top of him now, his hammer to Issac throat, ready to slip at the wrong word.  "If you even think about playing games with me, I will kill you right here."

	Issac took a finger and lowered the hammer with the smirk.  "You may be powerful, but you still can not control free will."

	"Do it, daddy," a voice pierced, just beyond the darkness.  "Please," the voice pleaded.

	GM lifted his hammer, giving the ground a tap and revealing his cremates.  "Fine," he declared, "what are your terms?" he asked? gazing at his heartbroken daughter.

	Issac looked at his crew, their faces still new to him, yet somehow more impactful that he expected.  Sasayaki was riled up as always, likely made at the stakes, but she would get over it either way.  Sierra was frosty, but something something told him she would melt in die time.  Peanut must had forgiven him, the squirrel squeaking gibberish while waving his little arms.  Klank was chilled than he would have expected, but something told him the pile of ash next to him had something to do with it.  Phin wasn't present, making him all the more entertained.  Strangest of all of Bighead, never dropping his smile, nodding to Issac just before he spoke.  "This show has gone on long enough without a rival.  If I win, my entire crew is set free, and every contestant still alive escapes this place ALIVE.  And if neither of us win at the end of the designated time period, the pirate games end, my crew goes free, and you are allowed one challenge at the same game every year.  Deal?

	GM looked over to Sheila, the risk worth the rewards, and he nodded.  The arena changed to a white room, his crew, even Phin, taking a seat on one side, and GM's crew sitting on the other.  The camera rose, and the screen returned to their faces.  GM gave a short apology to the viewer before explaining that there would be one last game before the finale.  he handed the microphone to Issac, unusually calm, after asking what game the would be playing today.  Issac took to the spotlight in pride and brought the mic closer to him.  "George, I thought you'd never ask."