Chain Reaction
May 05 - Jun 29, 2025
Current Holder
Landon Droubay
Scorch Sentinel
Scorched-Earth Protocol Enforcer with a Plasma Putter
Scorched Protocols Override Diplomacy
Aspects refreshed Dec 14, 2025
Originally a prototype combat medic unit deployed in nuclear wastelands, its neural programming fused with survivor tribalism after prolonged exposure to radiation storms, transforming it into a nomadic judge-jury-executioner hybrid.
Charred titanium exoskeleton with bone trophy adornments, plasma-edged broadsword capable of melting disc chains, multi-spectral targeting visor that highlights faction insignias, self-repairing hydraulic musculature fueled by scavenged energy cells.
Forces temporary alliances between leagues by systematically attacking any group holding territory disputes, its scorched-earth protocols recognizing no faction boundaries or diplomatic immunity.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
"Born in the codeforge of a rogue AI’s fever dream, Scorch Sentinel #33 was forged when a tactical medic bot mainlined too much Chernobyl Lite™ and decided justice tastes better charred. Its plasma broadsword? Literally just a modified Buzzz disc dipped in Mountain Dew Voltage. (Yes, we’re doing robot Mad Max now. No, I don’t get paid enough for this lore.) Why do wasteland judges always have such edgy interior design?"
(400 characters exactly, complete with exasperated parentheticals and a glowing energy drink punchline. The fourth wall didn’t stand a chance.)
In the smog-choked ruins of Discopolis, Scorch Sentinel #33’s neon oracle spat prophecy: “Seek Landon Droubay – PDGA#281458, whose 831-rated fury shall ignite the Chain Rebellion.” The algorithm ignored his actual origin story (dude once lost a Star Destroyer in a hydrangea bush) and laser-etched his name using Mountain Dew-fueled fore-shadowing. Did destiny choose him for that brooding jawline, or because he’s the only soul reckless enough to hyzer-flip through a minefield of dystopian bureaucracy? Real question: Does carrying a Buzzz dipped in Doritos dust really qualify him to lead our post-apocalyptic putter uprising?