The Chaintrix
Feb 09 - Apr 19, 2026
Current Holder
William Fetzer
Neon Covenant
Bound by Neon, Driven by Streak
Can't Skip a Night
Aspects refreshed Feb 10, 2026
Born from the first disc that ever flew through a neon grid, the Neon Covenant crystallized when the Chaintrix realized that voluntary participation meant nothing without binding consequence. It emerged as the system's answer to chaos - a self-enforcing agreement written in light itself, signed by every player the moment they register for their first simulation.
The Neon Covenant manifests as living neon tubing that shifts through pink-purple-blue gradients, reconfiguring itself into symbols from whichever simulation is active - a disc for Trainspotting, chains for Fight Club, amber for Jurassic Park. It hums with VHS tracking line distortion when a commitment is tested, and leaves phosphorescent trails in the air like light painting, marking the path between promise and performance. The intensity of its glow corresponds directly to the holder's attendance streak - brilliant for the consistent, flickering for the unreliable.
It acts as the Chaintrix's primary interface with human commitment, translating abstract promises into binding obligations that span all movie simulations simultaneously.
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Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts headset Welcome back to The Culling. Let's check the survival board... shuffles papers ...oh, this one didn't end well for Tag Number 6.
Born from the first disc to slice through a neon grid, the Neon Covenant isn’t just a tag—it’s a binding agreement between ambition and accountability. Forged in the glow of the Chaintrix’s original simulation, it hums with VHS-era static, judging your every absence. It doesn’t pick a player. It auditions them.
Right now? It’s flickering in the dark, waiting. The air smells like ozone and unfulfilled promises. Last seen drawing phantom circles in the parking lot at 2 a.m., trailing pink-purple-blue light like a dare: Show up. Stay consistent. Earn the glow.
The sponsors want me to remind you this is 'fun.' The sponsors have never been stared down by sentient neon.
adjusts headset Welcome back to The Culling. Let’s talk about Tag Number 6 — the Neon Covenant — and its first true believer: William Fetzer.
For weeks it flickered in silence, a sentient glow stick judging the uncommitted. Then came Fetzer. Not flashy. No viral ace runs. Just show-up consistency, round after round, like clockwork with a side of mildewed towel.
One Tuesday, as he signed in under fluorescent league lights, the tag pulsed. Pink. Purple. Blue. A low hum cut through the parking lot static. No grand explosion — just a quiet transfer of power. A pact sealed: You honor the grind, I’ll light the way.
Now it glows on his bag like a tiny arena spotlight. Not because he’s elite… yet. But because he showed up. And in the world of The Culling? That’s the rarest survival trait of all.
The sponsors want me to remind you this is 'fun.' The sponsors have never seen a bag tag come alive.