| Our first two Peep Knights are ready to joust. It's not easy to take decent pictures inside a microwave if you don't have a tripod. If I didn't use the flash, I couldn't hold the camera steady enough, so I had to resort to close-ups with the camera resting the edge of the cabinet. If I used the flash, it bleached the picture out. Bright light sources inside a white box are not a good idea. |
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In the first round Peep #4 proved to be the winner. Contrary to my expectations, the winning blows weren't delivered by a forward-thrusting Peep. In every single battle the losing Peep simply inflated faster and impaled itself on the winner's toothpick. |
| No mercy for the weak. Once a Peep lost a match, it was tossed aside. Peeps are remarkably resiliant. These losers had swelled to twice their size, but look almost unused after they've cooled down. |
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At the end of the quarter-finals I had four sturdy Peeps and a countertop covered in purple granules. The kitchen was starting to smell like burning sugar. I have happy childhood memories of toasting marshmallows. This was not that pleasant smell. This smell was ugly, like dropping sugar on the hot plate in high school biology class. |
| Gratuitous artsy shot. Race on to victory, brave Peeps! |
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The winner! Mighty Peep #4 turned out to be The One True Purple Peep. His strategy for winning was simple: Instead of inflating, like every other Peep, he slowly imploded, shying away from enemy toothpicks. #4 only won because his opponents stretched forward into his toothpick. |