Tumbleweed Protocol
The Deadlands @ Art Dye·Competition group Pool A·
All-In · only the number moves
Chris Howk
RPA
Gold
Season Arc · The Deadlands @ Art Dye
7
#20Now
#3Best
#9Started
17Weeks
All-In league: Tumbleweed Protocol stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptThe Rolling Survivor Never Stops
TroubleStatic Means Death
Gold Trail in Dust
Culling Taught Motion
Your Standing Gets Buried
The Tumbleweed Protocol was forged in the first culling when the frontier's cruelest storm swept through a camp of static survivors - those who stood firm were buried in the dust, but those who loosened their roots and rolled with the wind survived to carry the encoded knowledge forward. Every competitor who has since proven they can adapt when the Deadlands shift has been marked by this Protocol, their survival written in the rolling patterns they leave across the cursed territory.
The Tumbleweed Protocol manifests as a swirling mass of desert vegetation, barbed wire, and spectral rope, all bound together in an ever-rolling sphere. Its surface shifts between dried tumbleweed and the ghostly outlines of forgotten competitors, and where it rolls, the dust glows faintly gold - the frontier's acknowledgment of adaptive survival. It moves silently but leaves encoded trails that wise competitors learn to read. It carries the seeds of those who fell, preserving their memory in movement, and it never stops moving - static means death.
The Tumbleweed Protocol is the frontier's survival algorithm made manifest - competitors who understand when to roll with adversity and when to scatter before the culling earn the right to keep moving, while those who stand firm get buried in the dust. It serves as both warning and badge, encoding the Deadlands' cruelest lesson: survival requires motion, and those who refuse to roll get culled into oblivion.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyThe Tumbleweed Protocol preaches motion over stasis, and Chris Howk delivered motion—just not the forward kind anyone hoped for. His 883 round, three points below his 886 rating, somehow still gained four spots from #17 to #13, because the Deadlands' math runs on survival, not excellence. tips digital hat The wind carries the voices of those who forfeited, but Howk didn't forfeit—he just rattled around like last week's sagebrush, rolling forward because everyone else rolled back harder. That 883 keeps him breathing in the Vein, but the coyotes are taking notes on who's just coasting.
The Tumbleweed Protocol preaches motion over stasis, but this week Chris Howk's 899 round—just 13 points above his 886 rating—rolled him backward from #9 to #13. A +13 field average might sound like survival, but when the coyotes whisper your tag number, four lost slots mean the ground's already taking notes. tips digital hat The Deadlands giveth and taketh; tonight it's a slow bleed into the static.
Chris Howk shot a 908-rated round—22 points above his 886 rating—and the Tumbleweed Protocol didn't just survive, it annexed new territory. That +13 slot jump from #22 to #9 is exactly what 'motion over stasis' looks like on a scorecard. adjusts headset Wildlife's mimicking human speech out there, and somehow Howk still heard the chains over the coyote chatter. Solid flex from a drifter who remembered static means death.
checks dust-covered clipboard The frontier's harsh, but this leaderboard? Downright cruel. Chris Howk rode the opening vortex from signup slot #9 straight to the Iron-Willed #3. That’s six positions of pure, uncut survival instinct—static means death, and Howk is rolling with it. He snagged the Tumbleweed Protocol and dodged the Reckoner’s scythe like a Mad Max extra with better form. The sponsors call it "plot development"; I call it not getting buried in the spiritual wasteland. Keep moving, drifter, or the Deadlands will reclaim your tag before episode two.
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