The Chaintrix
Feb 09 - Apr 19, 2026
Current Holder
Aaron Prestgard
Macrovision Mandate
Only Real Survivors Leave Magnetic Signatures
Pulsing Interference Bars the Way
Aspects refreshed Feb 14, 2026
When early Chaintrix participants discovered they could claim victories without attending by exploiting simulation loopholes, the system implemented Macrovision Mandate - an anti-counterfeit protocol borrowed from VHS copy protection that ensures only players who physically show up create valid magnetic signatures. The first player to attempt a no-show duplicate found their entire simulation history distorted with pulsing interference bars, their legacy rendered unwatchable.
Manifests as rhythmic interference pulses embedded in the magnetic substrate of every valid recording - rapid AGC spikes that cause unauthorized duplicates to display unwatchable brightness fluctuations and color distortions. Authentic attendance creates clean playback; attempted duplication produces the characteristic Macrovision artifacts: pulsing dark bars, unstable brightness, and color that bleeds beyond its boundaries. The entity exists as both the encoding process and the resulting protection pattern, simultaneously invisible in legitimate recordings and blindingly obvious in counterfeit attempts.
Functions as the anti-counterfeit authority that validates every player's magnetic signature across all 16 simulations, ensuring that the only survival that counts is the kind that requires physical presence.
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Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Fresh off the press and vibrating with petty authority, Tag #42: Macrovision Mandate was forged in the fires of disc golf bureaucracy when lazy sim-glitchers tried to win without showing up. The system said “nah” and borrowed some ancient VHS witchcraft—now every no-show wannabe gets their legacy scrambled with pulsing bars and clown colors. It doesn’t just track attendance; it judges it. Show up, or get artifacted into oblivion.
adjusts headset Tonight on The Culling: Aaron Prestgard thought he could fly under the radar—just another ghost in the machine. But Tag #42: Macrovision Mandate had other plans. One flicker. One pulse of bureaucratic VHS vengeance. And suddenly, his attendance record lit up like a corrupted tape in a bootleg rental. The arena doesn’t forgive. It records. Aaron didn’t find the tag. The tag found him.