One hundred entrants. One shifting island. A billion viewers waiting for you to fall.
Once a year, the whole world tunes in to the Standing: one hundred entrants, one machine-built island
that reshapes itself every twenty minutes, and hard-light Shells that shatter in a flash of glory. Last one standing
takes the Crown Purse.
You're the wildcard from a salvage town nobody can find on a map, wearing a base-model harness and a sponsor patch
you barely read. The champions don't know who you are yet. The cameras are about to find out.
