IQ Drop - round 1

You arrive at the studio and find there isn't a queue. You run your hands through your thick black hair and knock at the door. After a while, a muffled voice says "Come in". You step inside and find yourself in a darkened area. You call out and think you hear a muffled giggle. You step forward and the door shuts behind you, leaving you in pitch darkness.

You tentatively head forward, hands outstretched in front of you. You grab hold of something - it's smooth, seems to be made of wood and on top is what feels like a large plastic button. You press down on it and the room floods with light. You are stood in the middle of a studio. As the lights go up, the audience bursts into cheers and applause. A grinning presenter walks up to you and pushes a microphone in front of you.

"And our next contestant is..."

"uhhh... Michael"

"Let's have a big cheer for Michael" The crowd goes wild. Once they settle down, he turns back "And Michael it looks like you have just come straight from the fields. What do you think folks, is that what Michael should be wearing?"

A chorus of NO roared out from the crowd. Before you can do anything, the lights go out and you feel multiple hands all over you. Your clothes are stripped from you despite your struggled and other clothes are pulled, zipped laced and strapped on. The lights come up and you are wearing a skin tight pair of leather jeans, leather boots and a tight leather chest harness. On each wrist is a studded leather wrist band that is locked to the podium with only just enough room for you to reach the button.

"That's MUCH better! So, Michael, ready to play IQ-drop?"

You nod and with a ping a sign lights up above you reading "127" The crowd all goes "OOOH!"

"That's a good start, Michael, but as you know every question you get wrong makes it go down. The rules are simple, you have 30 seconds to answer each question. If you fail, you lose 10 IQ points. Each time you lose IQ, your libido increases. If your IQ drops to 40 you become the property of the studio and will be shipped off to the stud farm. We're confident, Michael - that's why you're dressed for the farm." The crowd roared with laughter.

"Ok, Michael, first question." There was a long drum roll.

"How many words are there in Leo Tolstoy's epic "War and Peace?"

You gulp - and the countdown starts