Owen Bush ferried the Rust Requiem to Art Dye and promptly forgot how to throw at his rating—909 on a 944 baseline is a 35-point crater, the kind of round that makes a metallic dirge feel like a personal theme song. The scoreboard says +33 spots from 40 to 7, but the rating ledger says he got bailed out by a field that averaged 54.1 and apparently forgot to show up. The Requiem hums louder with every missed putt, and Owen just added another verse.
Rust Requiem
Season Arc · The Deadlands @ Art Dye
33All-In league: Rust Requiem stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleThe first time a competitor was culled in the Deadlands, the frontier itself wept - not tears, but rust. This metallic corrosion spread from the site of the first elimination, infecting every scorecard and disc it touched, and as it spread, it began to sing: a low, mournful requiem that carried the names of every fallen competitor into the wind. The Rust Requiem was born from that first death, and it has played without cease ever since, growing louder with each new soul the culling claims.
The Rust Requiem manifests as a constant, low-frequency hum that vibrates through the bearer's bones - a spectral melody that only they can fully hear, though others near them report feeling a strange unease and smelling oxidized metal. The bearer's equipment develops a permanent patina of rust that never progresses but never fades, marking them as touched by the Requiem. When a culling approaches in their league, the Requiem's volume intensifies, its melody shifting from mournful to urgent as it warns of the coming judgment. The bearer can also sense the 'rust memory' of any location - the accumulated spectral residue of every competitor eliminated there, allowing them to navigate away from dangerous territories.
The Rust Requiem bearer serves as a Witness - an eternal observer who records and remembers every culling, their presence ensuring that no elimination goes unnoticed or forgotten in the Deadlands' eternal history. They are not predators or victims, but chroniclers who carry the accumulated memory of the culled across all leagues, transforming every competition into a sacred ritual of remembrance.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyThe Rust Requiem is taking a detour. Owen Bush is ferrying that oxidized shroud to The Deadlands @ Art Dye—a side quest so on-brand it hurts. It’s a mid-season spinoff, folks. Hope Owen likes the sound of judgment, because that hum isn’t background noise anymore.