After the rebranding of Jeopardy (now known as “JO Party”), the quiz-game enthusiasts started putting on guerrilla shows. They did it thusly:
Firstly, set off a bandpass EMP to temporarily hobble the municipal helper-drones.
Secondly, 3D-extrude bootleg jailbroken HDMI-4 cables, connect them to an Arduino 2025, and auto-splice that onto the TVs in one’s local Amazon-IKEA electronics hub.
Thirdly, recruit nearby dazed shoppers with a promise of Yo! We’re Doing A Flash Reality Show Right Now, which is the truth.
Fourthly, promote the three most plucky-looking spectators to contestants, and give them each a spritz of helper-chip-antagonist.
Fifthly, pipe through the categories into the aforementioned TVs - their questions and systems crowdsourced through post-workers’-revolution Taskrabbit members, working in countries where smart-contract-securitized social-credit-cartels are legal, or where whose illegality is unenforceable.
The screens were the color of a bright-blue sky, perfectly color-matched to Jeopardy’s originals by some fanatic, and onto each of them was streamed the familiar white text and friendly font of the Jeopardy board. But it was these categories which flouted the original nature of Jeopardy, in that their entries were answers whose possible questions were ambiguous or multitudinous or contested, or in fact, answers to which there were no questions at all. In a category labeled “History”, for example, one might encounter the answer, “Fencing swords,” or “Economic genocide,” or “A peat bog,” and then have to formulate a relevant question, as the mollified eyes of one’s peers stared curiously, and one’s own information-chips gradually became terrifyingly numbed and useless.
The game-show fandom were, and are, largely fanatics for extreme difficulty, and so in the course of this event, as the contestants’ brain-chemistry reverted to baseline, and as their wild realization of personal dysfunction became more unbearably acute, the ambiguity of the answers was increased yet further. “Perfection” - “Abuse” - “Malaise” - those who - sobbing or screaming - sprinted or fainted were replaced with other onlookers, and the process continued, scores racking up, the crowd swelling in their augmented and rapturous lust for Money!, and Seeing Others Get Money!. And when inevitably the anti-terror police arrived, the impromptu game’s organizers, rounded up and scanned, cracked open at the seams, and out of their quickly cold-flaming evaporating husks toppled a pile of detuned televisions, each blinking the same white-on-blue message:
"JO Party! JO Party! JO Party! FOX-Comcast-TimeWarner-Netflix, streaming every weekday night, worldwide!"