Welcome Gears
Ty watched as Blue faded away, her light dimming until she disappeared entirely from sight. He looked around, observing that everyone here wore orange vests, their numbers mostly in the high 90s and 80s.
He mulled over this, thinking, It's possible most of these guys are weak or don't have some strong power and are just forced here.
"Wait a second," Ty said aloud, a realization dawning on him as he began to count. "There's only 37 of us here."
The bulky man Ty had spoken with earlier stood and approached him. "That's right. Usually, the group is about this size, give or take, depending on the overall pool of contestants. From what I remember as a kid, it was always the blue shirts or royals filling most of the seats, but of course, there are exceptions from time to time."
Ty nodded. "I see. Are they also allowed to forfeit or give up?"