$4 million prize and the buy-in is $20? You'd need 200,000 players?

its not a poker tournament. a person can enter multiple times.

What sort of game is it?

in the realm of sports

I got something that works but 20th percentile gets $60 and the winner gets $2,000,000

Or if you make it a linear distribution, you can make the top prize $400,000

this is much preferable to the other one (half to first place is out of the question), but still too top-heavy

A rather jolly night for the spurs. Hic

This probably isn't the smartest way to do it, but here's an example if you have 10,000 players and a $4M prize pool:



What I did was set the two payout amounts ($40 and $12,000) for 80th percentile and 100th percentile, then calculated the area under the curve from the 80th to the 100th percentile. You'll have to fiddle around with the payouts until the area under the curve is about equal to $4M.

Of course, the real values will be different because there will be a discrete number of players. Also, find someone to double-check this bc who knows if my math is right.

Usually an 'A' or F-it kind of guy when it comes to indoor endeavors.

Outdoors I'm meta and forever in the stream.

I understand just about none of this.

If obscurity is your game I'll give you an A here.

I had a dream last night. My youngest son and I, along with a third person, whose face I could not see, boarded a ferry. The ferry was a fully functioning water vessel, but we boarded at the corner of 5th Ave. and Luminous St. We never once touched water, instead hovering just above the black, baking in the summer sun pavement.

I almost did not make it onto the ferry. My ID was mistaken for a man who had passed away many years ago. That man had been a world famous jockey.

The security woman, 4' 2" tall and wearing a green scarf with wild horses galloping across a desert landscape stitched meticulously in shades of brown and grey, recognized the photo of the famous man and eyed me wearily. Seeing the ID I had given to the petite and willowy, almost transparent, woman, I at once attempted to snatch it from her hand. She shrunk from my aggression, turning and walking away.

I protested, trying to tell her that the famous jockey was my great, great uncle. She disappeared into the aft section of the asphalt skimming transport.

With no one to question me about a now lack of ID, I hurried to catch up with my son. Just as I reached his side, and was within shouting distance of the captain of the craft, the most amazing sight floated above and then in front of us.

Hi above, but not hi enough to clear the marble and limestone buildings lining Luminous Ave. was a gigantic bus, four stories tall and six-hundred feet long. The monstrous flying bus was weaving side to side. I couldn't help myself, I walked to the front of the ferry and tapped the captain on the shoulder.

"You need to slow down," I said. The captain brushed my hand aside and continued forward. She nodded to a man next to her. I glanced at the man, only able to see him from behind. Startled, I, at once, realized this was the man who had come aboard with my son and I.

Before I could step forward and finally see this mans face, the bus hi above and in front of us glanced against a stately brick building on our right. Bricks fell to the pavement, a hole opening up on the side of the building as the reeling airborne vehicle tacked left and slammed into the capital building, destroying the dome atop the three-hundred year old marble monolith.

"Please slow down," I yelled at the captain, sure we would be crushed by falling debris.

It was then that my son grabbed my shoulders and said....

"Everything is fine, dad. We will make it to the island in a few minutes."

Cliff notes:

- small stature/overcompensates
- drawn to control/power; easily shaken by the unpredictable and the absurd; especially the absurd...leaves a strong impression
- despite the attraction to control, a woman in his life is controlling everything against his better judgement
- some mysterious man in his life is his excuse for being...
- a coward.

P.S.

He. Writes. Well.

Am I doing it wrong?

Swept by the winds of purpose, a leaf without direction
Peering through; potential, love, responsibility
Never pausing in unknown’s confusion
Until confronted with damaged need

Finding purpose, power by giving up
Pursuit of love, potential, responsibility
Purpose through other, and others
Begging damaged need to fulfill self

Broken spirit crumbles under stress
Damaged need rises vicious
Near death, understanding
No longer peering through
No longer without direction

Leaving damaged need behind
Gladly floating in the mire
Years past provide understanding
And damaged need forever a promise

Oz has become untouchable, faceless
Technology providing cover for
Justifications of the powerful
Never questioned, conceited beast

The coward knows, yet…
Seeking the secret island

Vidda G.

Geez

That woman.
That damaged need.
That purpose in disguise.

Love.

Or...

Purposless, you pass.
One life to the next.

My preference:
Watts - there need not be purpose
or
Nietzsche - purpose makes everything predictable (worse)...
Ubermebsch aside.

"Once you are purposely thinking of purpose, you are already past the event horizon caused by having one."

Hi 5 to my friend Charlie.

We started it (or we stopped them from starting it lol)



But you finished it



Sorry to my Iberian friends (probably more important than ever to call them Spanish friends though - stay united)

GQ magazine has the best words:
Probably?

High five, Masque brother.

And thanks for the chess horse.

"Armed Discriminator" is my thesaurus move in the game of describing life with words.

After going through multiple screenings, mental probing, questions, scans, and documentation proofs, I was let back into the USA.

You will all suffer the consequences.

Synopsis:

France is still intact despite my best efforts; Spain is not; I made a delivery to London (that was not planned); I attacked Paris for four days and no one notice; Barcelona is a great city and for five days I proved it.

If you want pics they are available for 500 euros each. No sniveling.

Report to follow when I feel the need.

And just has I get back to catch up I see this:

https://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/5...ative-1694754/

Posted in ATF from some one-off poster (stranger).

I have no comment. I have better things to do - like drink in London and make fun of the Irish with two English wacko friends (wasn't Chez or Lastcard) and one sot of a Scot over dinner in a Peruvian restaurant. The food was almost as good as the conversation.

Appears some people are planning to run me out of town. May have to get back to Europe sooner than I planned.

Touché

I have been to both places and now i am equidistant to both lol or kind of ... (and then we are talking about idea of perfection lol haha its here alright! )




PS: If i were Greek government i would request the best Greek sculptors and historians to join forces and recreate in identical perfection the original Parthenon Frieze using original marble from the ancient quarries and old techniques, then present this to the British Museum as gift in exchange for the originals and if it failed i would erect the perfect modern copy up there in the same place refusing to be defeated either way by time or people. Then again that is just me. Lord Byron would get it.

Too bad. Inshallah.