You steady your nerves and scribble your name on the bottom line of the waiver, and, before you can have any second thoughts, you seal it into an envelope included in the packet and drop it back into the mailbox.
A week passes, and a car pulls into your driveway. A man in a dark suit and sunglasses knocks at the door. You answer the door. The man explains that he works for Doors of Fate, and asks to see your I.D. You show it to him, and he escorts you to the car. Once you're seated, he pulls out of your driveway. An hour or so later, he drops you off in front of a large warehouse. You know from watching the show in the past that these warehouses are scattered all over the world, with at least one in almost every major city. You step out of the car and walk to the door, where you're met by another show employee and two armed security guards. They confirm your I.D, and the second man quickly briefs you.
"Ok, as you know, as soon as you enter the warehouse, the game starts. We ask that you strip down to your underclothes before entering. You've signed your waiver, so the studio literally owns you until you either win the game or are removed from the warehouse. Don't even think about trying to back out now, or else the guards will use force to make you participate." He stands back and waits for you to strip down to your underwear and enter the building. Your heart is thundering in your chest, and your stomach is rolling with nerves.
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