In an age where theory reigns supreme, the Realists gather in their underground chambers lit solely by the glow of forgotten equations. Initiates, blindfolded and bewildered, must navigate the labyrinth of logic with but a single torch: their deep-seated skepticism.
Step one: recite the sacred truth, "All models are wrong, but some are useful," while performing the ceremonial dance known only as the Cha-Cha of Certainty.
Step two: face the Tribunal of Tangible Outcomes, where the weighing of theoretical promises against actual achievements results in the spilling of black ink upon parchment—signifying either triumph or doom.
Gather for the Grand Repast where theories are shredded and served cold. The menu includes:
Join the rituals or flee into the night:
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