Echo Psalm
Season Arc · Dead Mans Hand @ River Bottoms
2All-In league: Echo Psalm stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleThe Deadlands became sentient through accumulated suffering. The countless screams of the eliminated fused into a single, eternal echo that now serves as the frontier's conscience. Born from the first culling, when the first competitor fell to the frontier's harsh judgment, their dying gasp merged with the wind, creating a supernatural voice that speaks for all who survive.
The Echo Psalm manifests as a column of swirling dust and wind, constantly shifting, with a vaguely humanoid silhouette that seems to be listening. Its eyes are two points of dying ember-light, and its mouth is a void that speaks in a voice like wind through a hollow canyon. It can only be heard by those the frontier has marked for judgment, and its pitch changes based on the severity of the culling.
The Echo Psalm serves as the frontier's official herald - it announces rankings, names survivors, and passes judgment. Competitors who earn its attention are marked with spectral dust that clings to them until the next culling, a visible sign that they have been chosen for remembrance.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 3 (Mud Slick Bluff), tag number moved from 13 to 21. (Week 3 of 9)
Zack White hauled the Echo Psalm to Dead Mans Hand and promptly played 13 strokes above his personal average. The 850 round rating—69 points below his 919—turned the River Bottoms into a House that collected his soul as collateral. adjusts headset The frontier's harsh, but this leaderboard? Downright cruel. That spectral dust is clinging tighter now, a reminder that even side quests have consequences.
tips digital hat Welcome to the Deadlands' hottest new pilot: Zack White and the Echo Psalm. Our hero dragged that screaming vortex of regret to Creekside for a gritty side quest. He played his personal average, but the River Bottoms field dealt a better hand. He slipped one rung down the ladder—just a little tribute to the House. The frontier’s harsh, but this leaderboard? Downright cruel. That spectral dust is clinging to him now, a permanent marker of mediocrity. Yeehaw.