"Fifteen minutes," shouts a producer through a headset, his grin too wide. "Welcome to Greece. Season Fifteen. The Labyrinth."
Fifteen fading stars descend into the mythical heart of Greece, only to discover that the producers have weaponized antiquity itself.
By night, they huddle around the sulfur fissure. The food is scarce—a few wrinkled olives, a single squid Liam caught with his bare hands (and immediately regretted). Chantelle, surprisingly, becomes the leader. She forages wild asparagus. She figures out how to desalinate seawater using a plastic tarp and the sun. She teaches Marco how to start a fire with a shattered iPod screen and some dry moss.
The camp isn't a camp. It's a stylized ruin. Instead of a dunny, there's a broken amphitheater. Instead of a campfire, a perpetually smoking fissure in the earth that smells of sulfur. The celebrities are greeted not by Ant and Dec clones, but by a hologram of a Minotaur.