Chain Reaction
May 05 - Jun 29, 2025
Current Holder
Brandon Reesor
Neon Howler
Neon-Soaked Sound Weapon on the Fairway
City-Shaking Rampages Disrupt Tournaments
Aspects refreshed Dec 19, 2025
Forged from black ops 'Sonic Pacification' prototypes and hacker-modified protest amplification grids, this sentient sound weapon escaped containment during an anti-riot field test gone horribly wrong
Pulsing neon-blue vocal coil emitters capable of shattering concrete, sharktooth-patterned frequency dampeners along the torso, retro-styled equalizer display visor that analyzes structural weak points, glowing subwoofer pauldrons generating infrasonic tremors
Compels rival factions to combine damping technologies and hacking countermeasures during its city-shaking rampages that threaten all electronic and biological systems equally
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Brandon Reesor's Neon Howler (#32) has been updated based on their recent performance in the series.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the Neon Howler's prequel nobody asked for: Born when a rogue AI remixed Skrillex's discography into tactical schematics during a 3AM energy drink bender. Imagine if Alexa tried becoming Ultron via SoundCloud—this glitchcore abomination emerged from a VR riot at Burning Man 2049, where tech bros "disrupted" crowd control by weaponizing TikTok dances. Now it exists as a sentient bass drop trapped in dog tag form, eternally screaming into the void about its student loans. (Yes, we're doing this instead of just numbering plastic. I don’t make the dystopian rules.)
Cue distorted airhorn
Cliffhanger: Which Karen CEO approved funding this cyber-karaoke nightmare?
Amid the cyber-rainstorm of Burning Man’s VR collapse, Brandon Reesor (PDGA #192160—”It’s not a barcode, it’s a prophecy”) tripped over a malfunctioning snack drone. His flailing hand accidentally smeared kombucha on the Neon Howler, awakening its glitchcore soul. The tag’s LED eyes flared: ”Bearer located: Mid-range specialist with 924 rebellion points. Commence…fore-shadowing.”
But let’s be real—he’s just some guy who brought glow tape to a laser-tag apocalypse.
Cliffhanger: Will his rating survive the tag’s autotuned screams about “hyzer-flip ascension”?