Miss Fortune Gord is filmed in front of an unalive studio audience.

Now, please put your horrid hands together to welcome our contestants.

Clapping and cheering follow the man's game show host announcement as I try to gather my bearings.

I find myself standing, which is strange, because the last thing I remember, I was lying on my bunk at

Site 53.

I sway on my feet, blinking against the bright lights around me.

I raise a hand as my eyes slowly adjust, partially blocking the blinding illumination.

I'm on some kind of game show set with polished blue floors and walls

of a slightly different shade. There's a blue podium in front of me, which I grab onto with my

free hand as I command my body to cooperate. To my immediate left, there's a tall blonde woman I've

never seen before, standing behind her own

podium. She's in her late 30s, she wears a lab coat, and she looks back at me in bewilderment,

likely mirroring the expression on my own face. Beyond her, I can see the end of the set,

but the lights shining from a truss at the ceiling makes it impossible to glimpse what's happening.

A couple of large cameras are directly under the lights.

Although I can't see their operators at the moment, thanks to the blinding illumination.

Straight from the O5 Council, and with the blackest of black hearts, we have Marjorie

Gonzales as contestant number one.

What the hell is this?

A woman says for my right, I turn, seeing a dark-haired woman with caramel skin and a carefully

cultivated appearance.

She wears a flattering tan and black dress that clings to

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