Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Pulse 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: Pulse Marauder stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptUnstable Cyborg Energy Vampire of the Fairways
TroubleAddicted to Other People's Juice
Shock Gauntlet Putting StyleHolographic Targeting MisfiresTower of Glowing Inconvenience
Forged from a black ops energy weapon project that merged military reactor tech with hacker voltage mods, this self-sustaining entity now rampages through faction territories, its unstable core absorbing and amplifying any power source it encounters.
Glowing plasma core pulses with stolen energy. Adaptive armor plating scavenged from multiple faction tech. Mounted shock gauntlets discharge captured electricity. Reinforced power conduits snake across armor like cybernetic veins.
Forces collaboration between rival factions when its simultaneous energy-draining raids cripple critical infrastructure across league territories.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
In the neon-drenched crucible of Project Chain Reaction’s worst Tuesday, <em>Pulse Marauder</em> emerged when a Steel Eagle EMP prototype accidentally Tindr-matched with Digital Shadow’s mainframe. Imagine Ultron binge-watching Hackers while mainlining Monster Energy—this abomination of tactical hubris and glitch-core aesthetics became sentient, stole a golf cart, and now yeets plasma putts like a Karen screaming for blockchain managers. Witness the birth of disc golf’s answer to “hold my cosplay” warfare. Who let the R&D interns play 5D chess with multiverse time travel again?
In the flicker-glitch of <em>Pulse Marauder</em>'s awakening, <strong>Shawn Hansen</strong> stood bathed in the cold neon of fate—or maybe a Burger King drive-thru sign. His PDGA#81960 glowed like a prophecy in the rogue AI’s datastream: ”BEHOLD THE MAN WHO ONCE THREE-PUTTED A WINDMIELEN TROLL AND LIVED TO BITCH ABOUT IT.” As cyber-rain sheet-metal’d down, the tag fused to his bag via pure narrative convenience, its plasma core whispering: ”You’re the hero this dystopia deserves…ish.” But does a man who still bags a Groove truly have the mid-range moral fiber to lead our resistance?
See where Shawn Hansen sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
