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Alright, some of you guys aren't quite getting the picture here. When noting us with your submission, make sure you include the reference sheet AND the audition in the same note. If you do it again, we'll kidnap your mother and tie her to the radiator in our basement and then we'll keep her there for decades and decades. Just to teach you a lesson.

Also, if you have questions, or you're not entirely sure about something (for example, "Is Manlymens an OCT?" or "Is the entire competition judged on the reference sheets alone in a single round format?") check the journals on this page. We apologise for the chaotic format, but it's tough when there are six people editing this shiznit. We're also pretty busy beating the fuck out of women and fucking bears.

Wait... no, that's what I meant to say.

Anyway, if you DO have any other questions, send us a note or ask in the FAQ. Trust me, it's better than assuming. Assuming makes an ASS out of U and ME. Actually, that's incorrect. It only makes an ass out of you. But seriously, it sure beats putting a weeks worth of work into something and then having all your hopes and dreams dashed when you find out you made a vital mistake.

If you don't fully understand what an OCT is, I suggest you check out some of the more popular OCTs that have ended or are currently in progress.

For example:

[link] - Artists At The Ready
[link] - Law of Talos
[link] - Escape From Nevara
[link] - Endzone

If you still can't figure it out, there's no helping you.

That's it for this edit. Now get back to work.

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Alright, you mewling mass of puerile pissants, it’s TIME. I’m sure the lot of you are intrigued, impatient and otherwise impotently awaiting the details of THE MANLIEST FUCKING TOURNAMENT EVER, so let's get down to it.

BACKSTORY SHIT

WW3 was a MANLY conflict. MEN were MEN, while WOMEN huddled in their KITCHENS. Stuff blew up, countries – most notably Australia – got wiped off the map and SHIT GOT DONE. But all good things come to an end, and with the end of WW3, the world entered a “golden” age of peace and stability.

Bankers and shadowy corporations, money-making businesses and fucking lawyers formed a shadow-government that ruled with an iron hand, tea and crumpets. All but taking over the weakened countries of Earth they choose to call themselves by the UTTERLY FAGGOTY name The Society of the Rose, replacing such venerable institutions like the United Nations, NATO and Russia with chains made of MONEY and LEGALESE. Out of penis jealousy they also made all MANLY activities forbidden.

Dissatisfied with the lack of MANLYNESS in the world, Omega Phitus and the Master of Badassery eventually co-founded The Society of MANLY MENS in near-empty Australia. There they built MAN LAND, the world’s MANLIEST theme park nation.

Legendary MEN such as The Aussie, lone and pissed-off survivor of Australia, and Arnold Schwarzenegger, The Gubbernator, flocked to the bastion of MANLYNESS and with support from the rogue gentleMAN Sir Jared, the park’s financial success was assured. MANLY MEN from all around the world would come to MAN LAND to be HARDCORE and MANLY, escaping the tedium of their UNMANLY everyday lives.

The year is 20XX and shit’s about to go down.

THE TOURNAMENT

You've seen the flash promo. Calling on MEN everywhere Omega Phitus and the Master of Badassery is hosting a MANLY COMPETITION in MAN LAND to select the MANLIEST MAN ALIVE. They've sent their challenge out for all to see and hear, and MAN LAND's reputation as a place to BE MANLY is second to none.

The winner will get the adoration of women everywhere, the jealousy of their lessers and heaps on heaps of pure, unadulterated GLORY. As well as 10% of the yearly earnings of Man Land. Need more motivation? Check the fucking zone flash.

AUDITIONING

Once you've provided a reference sheet, your audition is to convince the gate guards -- Dmitri and Dmitri -- that you’re MANLY enough to be let through into MAN LAND for the tournament. Make sure to check the rules. It’s YOUR job to keep yourself updated on those, and OUR job to check that you have. Cry to your ma if you make a mistake, cuz’ we don’t want to hear it.

MANline is the 30th of November, deadline is the 14th of December. You have far more time than you deserve, murderscumbags.

I won’t put it past you fuckers to mess things up, so we’ll be putting up an FAQ too, eventually. If you have questions AFTER reading both rules and FAQ, direct ‘em to this account, or to one of the judges. And if you ask questions that are easily answered in either of those...Watch your fucking back.

PRIZES

Obviously there'll be some, though the privilige of calling yourself the MANLIEST MAN alive should be plenty reward in itself. We're still working on finding things WORTHY enough to be presented as possible prize choices for such a person.