I arrived at the area where the last competition was being held in, some people seemed mad and some seemed happy. I was happy to attend this, not anymore since I had to pay to attend it.

After everyone had arrived the personnel led everyone to their own table with two chairs in the opposite sides. The tables were in a horizontal line and two meters away from each other, the tables also weren't small, they were big. I was led to sit on the table that was right in the middle of every other table. They would also lead another person to sit right in front of you, I assume the person in front of you was your enemy, and so were the others in the area.

After a little they led someone in front of me, it was the cloaked person who was going against me. I remembered that they were the person with the spikey log.

"Hey aren't you the guy who carried the spikey log? The one who was bleeding a lot?"

I asked and pointed at them. They stood silent and turned their head away from me, I wasn't able to see a lot from them, only a little bit of their mouth. They were ignoring me for no reason.

"Hello? I'm talking to you, not the view behind you."

I said and slightly leaned forward to look at them. I felt a kick to the leg from under the table right as I was leaning forward.

"I have no intention of talking with you, moron."

They turned to me and said that to me with a angry deep voice. I pulled myself back and sat there in silence for a bit, I slightly rose both my arms up.

"Fine, suit yourself."

I said and put my hands on the table. I was wondering what was their problem and when was the competition going to start, I was getting bored.

"Alright! Before we start, we will do a little voting for the drink you will be having. There are three variants for you people to choose, those being the light liquor, the regular liquor and the strongest liquor we are allowed to serve. Everyone will be drinking the same drink after the drink has been voted."

The announcer said. The personnel gave us a pen and a piece of paper for the voting.

"The voting is very simple, if you want the weakest liquor, put a one on the paper. If you want the regular, put a two on it. Put a three for the strongest, I think you guys get how this works."

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The announcer said. I thought of just going with the regular but heard that others were going with the strongest one, I kind of had to go with the strongest one at this point.

"You also going with the strongest one?"

I asked the person in front of me. They ignored me, again.

"Alright, strong it is."

I thought and drew a three on the paper. I wasn't sure was the strongest one the best option but I didn't have that many options.

I after everyone had voted the votes were gathered and put in a basket, then they were given to a woman who begun counting them.

"As you can all see, the votes are being counted, it won't take for long but after she's done counting, you people shall get ready."

The announcer said. The personnel begun walking around handing out syringes to everyone, drugs perhaps? I wouldn't know.

"You might have realized that you have been given a syringe full of mysterious liquid, worry not, it's not a drug. The syringe contains a chemical that destroys everything ethanol related stuff inside of your body. You may use it if you have had a drink before this competition."

The announcer explained as he was holding the syringe out. He placed it on the table next to him and grabbed the microphone again.

"The syringe also has side effects, after it has done it's deed, the person will have a cluster headache. Depending on how much alcohol you have had, the stronger the headache will be. And don't worry, the headache won't last for long."

The announcer said. I was being skeptical of using it, I haven't had a drink so I think I wouldn't even need to use it. I placed it on the side of the table so I wouldn't use it. The person in front of me used the syringe, I didn't say anything I just took a quick look and saw it happen.

"Alright, according to the votes you guys want the strongest one we have, so be it!"

The announcer yelled and the crowd cheered. The personnel begun handing out the bottles. They also gave us glasses of course.

"After everyone has been given the bottles and glasses you shall wait for the personnel to get ready to count your shots. Everyone will also be granted two more of those syringes, you shall use them as you wish but remember that it causes the cluster headache!"

The announcer yelled, he signaled the personnel to choose the table which they will count for. I took a glass for myself and so did the person in front of me, the personnel also came to our table.

"I will be your counter for the shots and I will also keep an eye for cheating."

The personnel said and sat down, they were carrying a small board with them. they wrote our names on it, I was curious what was the persons name that I was going against. I tried to see what it was but I had no hope.

"Everyone seems to have gotten everything they need, then you know what that means? The competition shall start!"

The announcer yelled and dropped the microphone on the ground. Everyone began pouring their drinks and began taking shots after shots trying to get as many shots down as possible. I wasn't really in a hurry so I did everything slowly, so did the person in front of me. I had poured a shot and took it, it tasted like pure gasoline, it was horrible. This challenge was actually going to be more suffering than enjoyment.