Oh. What a coincidence.

In the middle of doing whatever you were doing. Suddenly get teleported to a random place that you don’t even know. You’re a new…contestant? Let me break this down.

You were doing whatever you were doing in the world of objects. Objects in that world work like real humans— they work, they sleep, they eat, they do the basics of life need.

But in this world. No.

The winner of the competition wins one wish that they can make— rather it’s wealth, it’s immortality…anything.

The host? His name is Airy. A Copper Trawler Lantern that is…let’s just say, his glass is half broken. He might be traumatized or even autistic, it’s visible in his voice as he speaks. His voice is plain, blank and unfeeling. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing. He put innocent lives of ‘contestants’ to compete.

You open your eyes. You see a green backpack, his name is Liam, but now it’s Backpack. A soda bottle, his name is Soda Bottle in this situation. There’s also: Magazine, who is a magazine…a female teenage magazine to be exact. Moldy— a moldy bread, she’s a badass if you want it like that. Atom who is a…tiny atom, Folder, who is a computer program who is a file, they also act like a robot, Scenty who is a candle, also female. Tomato, who is few months old green tomato child. Tray, Whippy Creamy, Subway Seat, Airline Food, Contact Lens, Circle, Bassy, Texty, Stone (who is mute), Abstracty, who basically a mimic made of chaotic mess.

The old contestants surround you as you woke up. Airy was only speaking through a microphone, nowhere to be seen. What do you do?