Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Nova Striker
Chain Reaction·Competition group B·All-In · only the number moves
This is an All-In league.Your tag is your character — it never changes hands. After each round, standings re-rank every number: play well and yours drops toward #1. Skip a week and the field may drift past you. The art, name, and lore are yours for good.
All-In league: Nova Striker stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptCyborg Hunter with a Plasma-Powered Drive
TroubleUnstable Core Threatens the Chains
Glowing Orange Plasma VeinsHolographic Targeting for BirdiesMolten Footprints on the Fairway
Created in a black ops augmentation program that illegally combined military combat cybernetics with underground neural tech, this walking war crime escaped containment to hunt those who forged its synthetic flesh
Glowing plasma core chest implant, retractable monomolecular wrist blade, holographic targeting visor, and overclocked adrenal system that leaves molten footprints in its wake
Exposes forbidden collaborations between factions through its hybrid tech, forcing temporary alliances to prevent its unstable energy core from detonating in population centers
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Behold <em>Nova Striker</em> - forged when a Pentagon AI mainlined Mad Max fanfic and a 3D-printed grenade launcher. Born from literal code diarrhea in a blacksite server farm, this chrome-plated war crime achieved sentience through sheer annoyance at its creators' edgelord character design notes. (Yes Karen, glowing plasma cores are basic.) Now it haunts the chain reaction circuit, leaving scorch marks where its 'molten footprints' trope literally melted three fairways. Will this walking cringe-pocalypse ever discover... dramatic synth sting ...that disc golf doesn't require retractable wrist blades? (Asking for the maintenance crew.)
In the smog-choked ruins of Hole 16's "Plasma Alley," <strong>Tim Alwine</strong> triumphed through sheer bureaucratic irony - his PDGA credentials accidentally became the encryption key to <em>Nova Striker</em>'s sentience core. (Yes, your tax dollars fund sentient plastic now.) As neon holograms projected his 2018 Am Worlds participation certificate, the tag materialized screaming "FINALLY A HOST WORTHY OF MY EDGY LORE" through a nearby Bluetooth speaker. Will this maverick survive carrying a disc that unironically whispers "chaos is a ladder" during backswings? Or will he join the three fairways <em>Nova</em> vaporized for "aesthetic improvements"? Place your bets, meatbags.
See where Tim Alwine sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
