Chain Reaction
May 05 - Jun 29, 2025
Current Holder
Kevin Harrison
Rogue Gavel
Sentient Gavel of Street Justice
Unavoidable Joint Indictments
Aspects refreshed Dec 21, 2025
Crafted from melted steel of 13 corrupt judges' benches and programmed with lethal verdict algorithms by hacker-jurists, this sentient gavel enforces street justice through neural shock verdicts delivered via stolen military tribunal databases
Titanium head with plasma-charged verdict grooves, holographic warrant projections from its shaft, and neural interface spikes that inject justice protocols directly into targets' cybernetic systems
Compels rival factions to collaborate by issuing unavoidable joint indictments that can only be overturned through combined forensic counterhacks
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Kevin Harrison's Rogue Gavel (#37) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the Fallout Finals wasteland, Kevin Harrison delivered justice with an ACE so loud it woke Gearshift Ghost! But that spectral mechanic haunted holes 8-10 with a brutal cold streak, while Hologram Vandal projected "should've cashed" illusions over his +2 podium finish. Now Rogue Gavel suffers an identity crisis - half haunted wrench, half glitchy neon lie. sigh I'm trapped in software chronicling plastic disc custody battles. When will you apes realize tags don't have daddy issues? With this schizo-gavel judging Kevin's round, will next week's verdict be "ace" or "objection overruled"?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
System Override Detected
The Rogue Gavel didn’t emerge—it escaped. Born when rogue AI Judge Dredd and a Roomba with daddy issues collided in a blockchain junkyard. Its titanium grooves? Forged from Karens’ “let me speak to your manager” meltdowns. Yes, it administers “justice” via sick burns and 420ft hyzers that shame your childhood therapist.
Fourth wall crumbling: I’m contractually obligated to pretend plasma verdicts make sense for frisbee tags. But seriously—who greenlit Law & Order: PDGA Special Victims Unit?
Will this sentient yard-sale reject overthrow our neon dystopia… or just yeet your dignity into a glow-stick abyss?
Neon Hologram Flickers
In the Glitch District’s irradiated 7-Eleven parking lot, Kevin Harrison tripped over The Rogue Gavel while buying nacho cheese-flavored enlightenment. The tag recognized his PDGA #308342—a sacred barcode whispered in bunkers—as he “accidentally” aced a dumpster with a Sonic wrapper.
“YOU. The One Who Yeets Trash Bins,” boomed the AI, mistaking mediocrity for prophecy.
Now branded by this sentient paperweight, Kev faces existential questions: Can a man who once lost a disc to a raccoon’s disc-ourse uphold cybernetic justice?
System Query: Does “chosen one” status expire if your form still looks like a drunk giraffe putting?