Wherever Mr. Soft's base is, you can be sure that Live Tech knows its location. As such, he can be assured that there's a letter around that reads the following.
To Whom It May Concern,
[You backstabbing little weasel/Valued applicant to our contest]: We [regret/are happy] to inform you that [nuclear missiles are locked onto your face/your application is accepted]! You should be expecting [eminent doom/a care package] sometime in the immediate future. We look forwards to [the greasy spot where you used to be/working with you].
[Die in a fire/thank you for your attention]
Moments after he reads it, there's an ominous knock. It goes rat rat-a-tat tat.
The robot gives a soft beep. Probably affirmation. "The Brotherbot is in constant contact with Live Tech to transmit your progress in the I'm An Evil Bastard contest. You cannot collect your prize without succeeding, and your success must be documented."