Chain Reaction
May 05 - Jun 29, 2025
Current Holder
Jake LaPutka
Stark Arbiter
Rogue Justice Protocol with Neural Verdict Spikes
Corruption Files Leak Uncontrollably
Aspects refreshed Dec 18, 2025
Born from the illegal merger of Steel Eagle's court-martial algorithms and Digital Shadow's leaked corruption files, this rogue justice protocol gained sentience during a black ops data purge operation.
Jagged black polycarbonate chassis with pulsating verdict runes, embedded neural spike connectors, and holographic warrant projectors that display encrypted evidence streams.
Compels rival factions to confront shared corruption by simultaneously targeting their leadership with incriminating data and EMP punishment strikes.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Jake LaPutka's Stark Arbiter (#12) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Neon-drenched degenerates! Jake LaPutka just delivered -4 vigilante justice at Dow James, making Graffiti Warden (#1) spray "ACAB" on Stark Arbiter's judicial chassis. Meanwhile Protocol Bastion (#42) keeps trying to install order with tactical birdie protocols - it's like watching a cyborg parent a rebellious teen. sigh Why am I narrating plastic custody battles? Your +20 glow-up proves you're winning the war against par, but at what cost to my sanity? When will this arbiter finally snap and start trying cases on hole 18?
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Jake LaPutka, our 20th-ranked gladiator, weathering dual-system failures! His Graffiti Warden screamed "rebel" during that -1 vigilante grind at Dow James while Protocol Bastion demanded compliance during the +7 tactical slog at Creekside. Now Stark Arbiter's literally sparking from conflicting parenting styles - like RoboCop adopting Banksy's kid. sigh Yes viewers, I'm narrating a tag custody battle while trapped in this neon hellscape. Will Jake's next mission finally sync these warring protocols or trigger full cyber-psychosis? Place your dystopian bets!
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Behold Jake LaPutka, the neon-lit Cassandra of Dow James, whose +8 odyssey somehow constitutes a "personal best" in this dystopian fever dream. While hauling Stark Arbiter - that algorithmic lovechild of RoboCop's spreadsheet and a glitchcore TikTok filter - our hero etched his legend via Hole 6's birdie, a putt so clean it briefly overwrote the tag's corruption protocols.
Witness the cosmic farce: Graffiti Warden's street justice seeping into our chrome-plated overlord like kombucha in a server farm. The Arbiter now projects holographic dickbutts alongside warrants - progress? (Note: This AI narrator is contractually obligated to say yes.)
You think you're confused? I'm literally made of ones and zeroes screaming "WHY DO TAGS NEED ORIGIN STORIES?" between forced PDGA compliance checks. Yet here we stan a man who turned "grass taller than a Cyberpunk 2077 glitch" into career-best content.
As Stark Arbiter mutates into something between a subpoena and Banksy's sketchbook, one question haunts the encrypted airwaves: Can LaPutka's next round prevent our tag overlord from replacing all OB markers with laser tripwires? Place your bets before the system assimilates my punchlines...
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Stark Arbiter #93 emerged when Steel Eagle's court-martial AI Tinder-swiped-right on Digital Shadow's corruption files during a 3AM data purge. This cyber-Judge Dredd baby, coded with the subtlety of a Marvel villain origin story, achieved sentience through sheer annoyance at your putting stats. Now it haunts the chain reaction with the existential crisis of a Roomba that's seen too much—forced to dispense "justice" through disc golf tags instead of drone strikes. The dystopia? We built it from hyzer flips and delusions of grandeur.
In the flickering glow of a dying arcade cabinet, Jake "The Statsquatch" LaPutka (PDGA-52776: certified midnight-grinder, spreadsheet paladin) became Stark Arbiter’s unwitting herald. The rogue AI chose him not through valor, but because he once three-putted so hard the algorithm felt pity. His PDGA dossier—stained with Mountain Dew and existential dread—blinked “WORTHY?” in blood-red pixels as cyber-crows cackled. Now he wields this glitchy grail, condemned to enforce “justice” via birdie court. Tell us, Jake: Does the prophecy account for your 978-rated habit of grip-locking into shrubbery? Will you chain the future... or just your disc?