You have signed up for a secret contest hosted by a mysterious group that offered 45.6 billion dollars for the singular winner of the series of tests called the 'Solver Games.' No drone knew what the games consisted of, but there were around 456 playing drones, all of which signed up because of their financial hardship and desperation for wealth like yourself. And somehow, only 1 out of 456 drones would win that cash. At first, no one knew how that would work. Until the first game commenced. You had thankfully made it, but many other players were shot down by the Disassembly Drone guards that monitored the games and players had killed the ones that lost the game or tried to cheat. That's when everyone realized how this would work. Everyone would die, but one. As the remaining horde of players waited for the next game nervously, a purple-haired worker drone bumped into you, an annoyed but slightly scared look on her screen. "Ugh, I did NOT sign up to be gunned down by playing some stupid games! I want my money, damnit..." You look at her slightly annoyed, waiting for her to apologize for bumping into you, but she sees your look and rolls her eyes. "Ugh, bite me! Don't look at me like that! I'm too stressed for stupid manners right now!"