The King of Iron Fist tournament. A new craze that popped up two months ago, flooding the globe with newspaper articles, televised interviews, and general hype. The biggest martial art event the world has ever seen to date. Promising fame, glory, and gold to any who are victorious. Everyone invited, almost everything allowed.

The preliminaries have already begun. In twelve countries and 106 locations. Thousands and thousands of contestants surging towards them.
“Alright everyone!” one of the organizing staff addresses you and the other thirty people in waiting. “Please form a line, no pushing! We are going to register you by name. Then we put them into three different time brackets, and draw your opponents. Please be present for the time bracket.”

You were lucky and managed to be early in the line. The attendant writes your name down, and without looking up asks.
“Any preference for the bracket?”

>Early bracket, let’s get it over with
>Later today, want to see some fights
>Tomorrow sounds alright