The rules are plain for the eyes to see.

One male from each of the fifty states must walk, or die. Walk at a steady three mph constantoy. If you drop below that, you get a warning. Do it again or don't speed up? You get a second warning. Do it once more? You get your “ticket”.

If you were the last standing, you’d gain incomprehensible riches, pull your family out of poverty, and be granted a wish of your choosing.

Gary Barkovitch sat quietly at the starting line of the walk, having just had an awkward and embarrassing conversation with the other men. The blonde young man watched quietly as one of the last walkers arrived.