The Chaintrix
Feb 09 - Apr 19, 2026
Current Holder
John Sheen
Timestamp Heresy
Reality Is a Glitchy VCR Tape
Time Lies, and So Do I
Aspects refreshed Feb 11, 2026
Timestamp Heresy emerged when a player noticed their VCR's timestamp was six hours off, yet the Chaintrix accepted it as proof of attendance—revealing that the system trusts the machine's word over observable reality. The discovery spread through the 16 simulations like static: if timestamps could be wrong accidentally, they could be wrong intentionally.
The tag displays multiple timestamps simultaneously, each claiming to record the same moment but showing different hours, dates, or even years. Numbers flicker in that distinctive VCR yellow-on-black overlay style, creating cascading temporal contradictions across its surface. When activated, it projects timestamp overlays onto nearby objects, making everything appear to exist in multiple times at once—the visual proof that recorded time is editorial choice, not objective truth.
Timestamp Heresy serves as philosophical proof that all recorded time within the 16 simulations is subjective editorial choice rather than objective measurement. It makes the uncomfortable argument that if the Chaintrix can't verify when something happened, it can't verify that it happened.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts headset From the depths of a forgotten VCR graveyard, Tag #27—Timestamp Heresy—was born when the Chaintrix accepted a six-hour-late arrival because the machine said so. Reality blinked. The system trusts timestamps, not truth. Now it flickers with conflicting hours, a glitch in the league’s holy chronology. It doesn’t lie—it recalibrates. And it’s judging your punctuality.
adjusts headset John Sheen thought he was just grabbing a spare tag off the rack—Tag #27, Timestamp Heresy—but the moment he clipped it to his bag, every clock in the clubhouse blinked. Flickering VCR-style numerals crawled across his discs: 3:14 PM, 9:14 PM, January 1989. The system had found its first believer. Or maybe it found its first victim. Either way—congrats, John. You’re now officially out of time.