Copper Coil

sighs in haunted frontier Another Tuesday at Urban Forest, another round where the ghost-rock augmentations either purred or sputtered. Nine souls braved 51°F and a breeze that barely stirred the dead leaves, and the Copper Coil’s first major malfunction has already scorched the leaderboard.

Augmentations Acting Up 🤖

The foundry doors creaked open under cloudy skies—wind averaging 3.8 mph, which meant no excuses for unstable tech. Nine competitors dragged their mechanical limbs onto the dirt fairways, and by sunset, the standings looked like a salvage yard: some components gleamed, others smoked. The mad science arms race is officially underway, and the first calibration test produced mixed results.

Ashworth’s Code Compiles 💻

John Ashworth walked into Urban Forest carrying the Obsidian Decree and walked out with it still pulsing in his grip. A bogey-free -8, 943-rated, 20 points above his number—that’s not just a clean round, that’s a ghost-rock reactor running at optimal efficiency. The rest of RPA? Chris Fox matched his -4 from last week but watched his rating bleed 20 points, sliding to 5th while the Arch-Inventor tier crowned its first king. When your code compiles without errors and everyone else’s throws segfaults into the cottonwoods, you take the throne.

Middle Division Meltdown 🔥

Over in RAD, the systems did not hold. Craig Bennett logged a personal-best -5 with a 902-rated surge, climbing from 3rd to 4th while looking like the only card in the deck with stable firmware. Kieran Buhler improved to -4, gaining 7 rating points in a quiet display of functional engineering. But Jon Atwater? The man dropped to 8th with a 1-over round and a -64 rating diff—a catastrophic system failure that turned his earlier promise into scrap metal. The Deadlands don’t care about your Week 1 potential, partner.

Solo Survivor in the Shadows 🧛

Two divisions, two wire-to-wire victories, zero witnesses to challenge them. Dillon Mueller (RAH) and Russell Watters (RAE) each dominated their single-player categories like survivors alone in the haunted frontier—Russell posting a -4, 888-rated round that improved 33 points on his Week 1 baseline. When nobody’s chasing, the only competition is the course, and both emerged with their augmentations intact.

Clean Rounds and Rating Swings 📊

Let’s tally the damage: Ashworth and Watters went bogey-free, proving ghost-rock can work when the calibration holds. Bennett and Buhler set personal bests, climbing the ladder with steady mechanics. But Lang (-21 diff), Atwater (-64), and Fox (-20) saw their systems overheat and crash—the industrial horror of this league isn’t a metaphor when your rating drops like a malfunctioning lift.

Ghost Rock Still Unhit 🎯

The Super Ace Pot swelled to $2,964.00 after another $6.00 contribution. No one found the chains from the tee this week, which means the spectral jackpot keeps whispering promises to anyone brave enough to air one out through Urban Forest’s tight corridors. Somewhere, a disc is waiting to make someone’s scorecard legendary.

Skins Game Bloodbath 💀

skins playbook Jonathan Lang claimed the biggest scalp haul with 10 skins worth $25, a performance that suggests his ghost-rock augmentations work just fine on the approach game. Craig Bennett and Parker Opfar each grabbed 3 skins ($7.50), while Chris Fox pocketed 2 ($5) in a $45 exchange that left the rest of the card wondering where their shots went.

Tag Judgment Rendered ⚖️

The Obsidian Decree—that palm-sized shard of volcanic glass from the Deadlands’ first judgment—stayed with John Ashworth after his bogey-free coronation. The ancient symbols on its surface flickered red as the rankings reshuffled: Ashworth claimed Pool A’s #1, while Russell Watters held the Grave Meridian in Pool B. But AllIn mode means impermanence—every tag is up for grabs next week. Miss an event and watch your name sink to the bottom of the wanted list.

Augmentations Unstable ⚡

The Copper Coil’s first malfunction has been logged. Ghost-rock reactors glitched, ratings cratered, and one competitor emerged with a clean scorecard and a volcanic shard in his pocket. Next week, the foundry fires up again—and the only guarantee is that someone’s tech will fail at the worst possible moment. Back to the booth, where I’ll be watching the smoke rise from whatever blows up next.