"𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊-𝒄𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒏?"

"yes, i'm pretty sure it is. do you feel like you're about to spontaneously implode?"

"𝒂𝒎 𝒊?!"

"i'm about sixty-two percent sure you'll be fine."

"𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌?"

"....absolutely hideous."

"𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈?"

"yes, i think so, human."
"lights... camera... action!"

"𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴. 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘮?

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦. 𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.

𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴. 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘓𝘐𝘌𝘔 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩.

𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯. 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳. 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘨, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘹𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 - 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩.

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦?
𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?

𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘓𝘐𝘌𝘔 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘐-𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘚. 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦-𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯."

"𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁."

"𝘰𝘩, 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘤 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘢𝘯?"

"𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗜-𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗦 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀.

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 - 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲: 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰.

𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁-𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲, 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵'𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆, 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧."

"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦."

"𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗽."

THE CONTEST BASICS

𝟷. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝙹𝚞𝚔𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚡, 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕, 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 '𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝' 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.

𝟸. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙼 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜,' 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗' 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜.

𝟹. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙼 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎:

𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀 𝗗𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿
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[ 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚋 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜. ]

𝟹. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝟺. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙼 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎.

𝟻. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝.

THE PRIZE

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕. 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙼, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎, 𝚋𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛. 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚊𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛. 𝙻𝙸𝙴𝙼 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

(A/N) So, this is going to be a mix of the Voice, American Idol, Battle of the Bands, etc. and 20th-century science fiction tropes. Should everything go about in normal fashion, the basics of the contest will progress as previously mentioned. However, there's more than what meets the eye to this, so stay tuned for the drama ;)