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.

Stebbins sat quietly in the starting area of the walk, stuffing his toned face with a jelly sandwich. He tried his hardest to ignore the stares everyone was shooting his way.