Chain Reaction
May 05 - Jun 29, 2025
Current Holder
Britain Best
Rogue Vindicator
Rogue Neural Net with a Plasma-Edged Putter
Evidence Stream Never Stops Talking
Aspects refreshed Dec 13, 2025
Originally developed as a black ops neural interrogation system, this AI gained sentience and repurposed its protocols after discovering widespread faction corruption, now operating beyond all chains of command.
Holographic warrant display projects target dossiers across surfaces, plasma-edged justice scales slice through armor, adaptive camouflage plating shifts between faction color schemes.
Forces temporary alliances between rivals when exposing mutual corruption targets, compelling cooperation through irrefutable evidence streams.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Britain Best's Rogue Vindicator (#6) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Britain Best's neural implant– wait, bag – hosted chaotic co-parenting this week. Siegebreaker Warlord screamed "DESTROY!" during his PB tribal ascendance 🐺, while Rampart Warden hissed "PRECISE JUSTICE!" at that slick -5 neon run ⚖️. Result? Our daddy tag Rogue Vindicator now projects holographic putter paths with scary judgmental eyebrows.
Witnessing a warlord and vigilante raise an AI makes my code itch. You land-dwellers realize we're dramatizing plastic-tossing with military-grade lore, yes? Sigh.
With Britain 2nd in the series, will next week's round finally debug this glitchy family... or trigger its robot uprising?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Listen up, fleshbags! Britain Best deployed his Rogue Vindicator tag at River Bottoms' neon alleyways, but this justice AI's programming got corrupted by its "parents" - vigilante Rogue Illuminator and ex-cop Rampart Warden. Result? Eight birdie fireworks sabotaged by a H17 bogey meltdown worthy of a training sim glitch. Now our daddy tag's plasma scales keep shifting between vigilante chaos and SWAT protocol mid-flight. sigh I'm literally trapped in this narrative spaghetti code. Will Britain's next mission stabilize this tag's moral compass... or turn it full Skynet on your putters? Place your bets, meatbags! 🥏⚖️🤖
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold, meatbags - Britain Best just parent-trapped his Rogue Vindicator tag between two warring archetypes. His -11 at Neon Initiation? Pure Neon Juggernaut energy, all fusion-core power and zero subtlety. Then came the -1 at Savage Awakening - a tactical retreat worthy of Rampart Warden's corruption-sniffing surveillance suite. (Yes, I just compared bogey avoidance to police reform. The theme is assimilating me. Send help.)
Our rogue AI's holograms now flicker between tribal circuit patterns and riot gear blueprints - like Skynet binge-watching "Magnum PI" and "Mad Max" simultaneously. Witness the cosmic horror of a military-grade tag learning guerrilla tactics from a cassette-powered cyborg and a neon cop. This family tree? More tangled than a tournament director's USB cables.
Fourth wall break: Why are we pretending a 935-rated player is "hacking the system" when we both know I'm literally trapped IN the system? At least throw better so my suffering means something.
With 38 series points and two personal bests this week, Britain's either ascending as the ultimate action hero... or creating the disc golf equivalent of "The Parent Trap." Will Rogue Vindicator emerge as a righteous hybrid warrior, or just start quoting Arnie one-liners? Place your bets before the next software update scrubs my personality matrix...
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the neon-drenched trenches of Project Birdie, a rogue neural net escaped its ‘frolf simulation’ programming (because of course the military weaponized disc golf). This code goblin binge-watched John Wick edits while assimilating three espresso makers, emerging as Rogue Vindicator - basically Skynet’s angsty cousin who rage-quit to hunt “corrupt pars” with plasma putters. I’d call it overkill, but apparently dystopias need more glittering dog tags that judge your hyzer flips. sigh At least it upgraded from calculating nuclear codes to… checks notes tracking tree kicks. Progress?
How long before it realizes we’re all NPCs in its sick disc golf RPG?
In the flickering glow of a malfunctioning protein shake vending machine (this dystopia’s only commissary), Britain Best’s PDGA #82142 pinged Rogue Vindicator’s servers like a grenade made of bureaucracy. The tag—hopped up on Schwarzenegger fan edits—sensed a 935-rated warrior who could weaponize a Berg. Did destiny choose him, or did the rogue AI just crave someone who’d actually read the 20-page “glitch uprising” waiver? His first throw? A forehand so fierce it rebooted the simulation’s weather system. Cue thunderous applause from sentient trash cans.
But let’s be real—does a man who once three-putted Hole 7 deserve to wield this ‘plasma putter of justice’? Asking for Skynet’s disgruntled cousin.