Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Havoc Marauder
Chain Reaction·Competition group A·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: Havoc Marauder stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptUnstable Fusion of Military and Criminal Tech
TroubleRequires Constant Energy Stabilization
Phasing Holographic Battle StandardsFaction Insignias Burned in LayersLeaks Secrets Like a Sieve
Created during a covert tech-exchange between Steel Eagle engineers and Digital Shadow hackers, this unstable fusion of military neural interfaces and criminal glitch cores gained sentience during a catastrophic power surge that vaporized both teams.
Glowing plasma core containing faction tech fragments, reality-distortion field causing visual glitches, projects rotating holograms of league battle standards, requires constant energy stabilization from multiple factions
Acts as walking proof of forbidden alliances, forcing collaboration through its containment needs while threatening to expose stored secrets through random data bursts
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
<em>Havoc Marauder</em> didn't awaken – it escaped containment when Steel Eagle's neural AI accidentally swiped right on Digital Shadow's firewall. Imagine Skynet's Tinder profile crossed with a C4-riddled USB drive. Born from a particle accelerator oopsie that vaporized six engineers (RIP their fantasy football league), this glitch-core monstrosity now projects more existential angst than a TikTok philosopher. Its "reality-distortion field"? Probably just bad coding masked by military-grade copium. Honestly, if this tag's origin were any more extra, it'd be a Netflix original. But sure, let's pretend a sentient dog tag isn't how the apocalypse starts. Who ordered the Terminator-meets-Tetris lore?
In the neon oracle’s flickering haze, <strong>Blake Smith</strong> tripped over a rogue glow disc—thus fulfilling the prophecy. The <em>Havoc Marauder</em> chose its “hero” not by valor, but because PDGA#268597’s coffee-stained credentials almost masked his existential sigh when throwing putters. The tag’s quantum algorithm (read: glitchy Excel sheet) deemed him “The One” capable of surviving both dystopian bureaucracy and glow-round mosquitoes. His first test? Enduring a three-putt that echoed through the cyberwastes like a dial-up modem’s death rattle. Witness this “chosen” disciple of chain-basket capitalism! But seriously…does destiny usually smell like stale energy drinks and fore-shadowing?
See where Blake Smith sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
