Florence made his way to to the main part of the fair after filling out everything necessary. The paperwork part confused him a bit, considering it seemed a bit trivial to fill out a form to become a god, but he decided not to question it/ Now, with the contestants separated from the main crowd, he had a better view of what he was up against. While there were plenty of people that looked like they belonged here, many of the contestants looked like they were on their last straw, here as a final act of desperation. Thinking about himself, Florence wondered where he fit into the spectrum to onlookers. He wasn't even quite sure where he would place himself, to be honest. Sure, he could hold his own, but living in poverty put him here for need more than anything. Everyone around him was talking but he ignored them, absorbed in his own thoughts.