KINGDOM OF ELYSIUM
In the old world, Elysium was not open to everyone.
It was the place kept aside for heroes — the ones the gods decided had earned a life after their life. No labour. No mornings. The sun permanently on its way down and never quite arriving.
The maps to it were lost. The kingdom was not.
It surfaces once, on the nineteenth of December, for exactly twenty-four hours, and then it is gone again.
One hundred people have been shortlisted for entry. You are one of them.
The Kingdom keeps records. It has to. Last time it didn't, and there were consequences.
Show Us Your Face
We need to know who we're letting into the Kingdom.
Upload your funniest selfie — passport photos will be rejected on moral grounds.
Will you be entering the Kingdom?
Application withdrawn by the applicant. Reason cited: adulthood.
The Kingdom acknowledges your decision. The Kingdom does not respect it.
Should adulthood loosen its grip, this declaration remains valid until 8 December.
The border opens at 3:00 PM on the nineteenth. I expect to land around:
Fashionably late is permitted. Missing it is not.
The Kingdom dissolves at 3:00 PM on the twentieth. Until then, you may remain as long as you can withstand it.
The kitchens are ancient and accommodating.
Declare your drinking standing.
Non-drinkers will be received with our legendary Bitter Gourd Shot. There are no negotiations.
If you're drinking, what will you most likely prefer?
Choose as many as apply.
How do you intend to reach the border?
Who should the Kingdom contact if you become the life of the party?
Any request you wish to place before the Kingdom.
Most are denied. Some are not.