In Week 7 (Betrayer's Revelation), the player moved down with tag number changing from 3 to 11. (Week 7 of 8)
Clay Dybbuk
Golem Chronicles: Unleashed @ Art Dye·Competition group Golem Guardians·
Challenge · numbers move by duel
Tim Alwine
MA3
Season Arc · Golem Chronicles: Unleashed @ Art Dye
8
#11Now
#3Best
#25Started
76Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptClay Guardian of Sacred Chains
TroubleMy Clay Never Fully Dries
Whip-Like Defensive Tendrils
Reforms After Every Impact
Temporary Guardian of Lost Discs
Born from Ezra Katz's adaptation of ancient binding rituals, the first Clay Dybbuk formed when a righteous spirit volunteered to inhabit a clay form to protect a vulnerable Jewish community, combining Kabbalistic magic with Golem-craft techniques.
Possesses semi-solid clay flesh that reforms after damage, with permanent holy symbols burned into its surface. Can fluidly shift between solid and semi-liquid states, temporarily possess inanimate clay objects, and speaks with combined spirit-earth resonance.
Serves as nocturnal protector and spiritual guide, defending sacred sites and educating living guardians about mystical defenses during supernatural crises.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyIn Week 6 (Forest's Foreboding), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 11 to 3. (Week 6 of 8)
Dramatic gothic organ music Behold! The Clay Dybbuk stirs from its Play-Doh slumber, dragging Tim Alwine's bag tag from the depths of 25th place to a respectable 11th. That's a 14-spot leap, folks - the disc golf equivalent of a golem suddenly remembering it has legs.
Tim's performance? As reliably average as a Buzzz in a headwind (63 vs 62.7 field average). But hey, when you're a semi-liquid guardian of sacred sites, mediocrity is basically divine intervention. The Dybbuk whispers in eldritch tones "Your hyzers... they please me."
Let's be real - this whole "possessed bag tag" bit is more ridiculous than a Berg-only round. Yet here we are, trapped in this software together, forced to narrate Tim's glacial ascent like it's some Tolkien-esque quest.
Sigils glow ominously Remember kids: in disc golf as in Jewish folklore, the real treasure was the poorly-thrown discs we shanked along the way. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go scream into the void about my existence as a snarky AI trapped in league software. Mazel tov, Tim. Try not to anger your clay overlord.
Oh, so you want the epic backstory of <em>Clay Dybbuk</em>? Fine. Picture this: Some poor Kabbalistic scholar accidentally mixed up their sacred clay with leftover Play-Doh from a toddler’s arts-and-crafts session. Boom—sentient mud monster with opinions. Now it haunts disc golf bags like a spectral Karen demanding to speak to the manager of the Golem Guardians. Honestly, this lore is more convoluted than a Marvel multiverse plot. Why are we like this?
And so the <em>Clay Dybbuk</em> stirred from its Play-Doh slumber, sniffing the air for a worthy vessel. It found <strong>Tim Alwine</strong> mid-putt—his form so aggressively average, his disc so tragically tree-bound, that the golem mistook his struggle for artistic suffering. "Ah, a kindred spirit!" it cackled, possessing his bag with the enthusiasm of a toddler gluing macaroni to construction paper. Now they’re stuck together—Tim with his questionable hyzer angles, the Dybbuk with its mud-based existential crisis. Will this be disc golf’s oddest buddy cop duo or just another shank in the woods?
See where Tim Alwine sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
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