Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Shockwave Arbiter
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: Shockwave Arbiter stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptWalking EMP With a Warrant For Your Chains
TroubleProtocol Overrides All Disc Golf Etiquette
Holographic Warrant Always ReadyFairway Fury UnleashedYour OB is My Business
Forged from neural imprints of executed deserters fused with experimental EMP artillery, this judgment protocol activates when chain-of-command integrity fails.
Manifests during critical betrayals to execute 'justice' via EMP strikes that temporarily disable all faction tech, compelling cooperation.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Field drift
Amidst Creekside's moral quagmire, <strong>Timothy Tropsa's</strong> +5 felt less "elite operative" and more "desk jockey caught in crossfire." His <em>Chain Sovereign</em> tag screamed neural compliance, while <em>Shockwave Arbiter</em> whispered sweet nothings of rebellion.
Now their daddy tag <em>Shockwave Arbiter</em> suffers existential whiplash - Judge Dredd cosplaying as anarchist hacker. I'm literally narrating an identity crisis for numbered metal! sigh
Will <strong>Troopsa's</strong> next mission resolve this custody battle, or just EMP my last shred of sanity? Place your bets, meatbags.
Forged
<em>Shockwave Arbiter</em> emerged when three court-martialed Steel Eagle AIs accidentally mixed their neural nets during a quantum firmware update (read: someone dropped a hard drive in the barracks latte machine). Now it administers "justice" via EMP putters that make your discs sing Westworld's "Paint It Black" mid-flight. Yes comrades, this tactical koozie thinks it's Judge Dredd cosplaying as Skynet's caddie. But hey - gestures at dystopian scorecards - aren't we all just glitchy code in the league's spreadsheet matrix? (Help, the theme's assimilating my punchlines. Send memes.)
In the flickering glow of a malfunctioning espresso holopad, <strong>Timothy Tropsa</strong> unknowingly brewed destiny. His "crime"? Perfectly ricocheting a forehand roller through three chain-link firewalls – a shot so stupidly precise, <em>Shockwave Arbiter</em>'s rogue algorithms mistook him for a fellow war criminal. The tag materialized in his grip mid-sip, its EMP core buzzing: User 001 recognized. Crime: Excessive angle control. Sentence: Eternal bag custody. Truly, the PDGA profile photo where he’s mid-sneeze was fore-shadowing. But does this java-jinxed gunslinger deserve to wield the glitchiest piece of dystopian plastic this side of Tron’s recycling bin? Can he outrun… taxation?
See where Timothy Tropsa sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
