Rating Reaper
Season Arc · Baron's Ground - Tuesday @ The Fort Buenaventura
1All-In league: Rating Reaper stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleThe Rating Reaper emerged from the first catastrophic rating drop in league history. When that inaugural player signed the Salt Lake Accords and suffered a devastating decline, the magical energy released from that descent coalesced into a sentient form. The Accords' magic needed an entity to facilitate the rating-to-curse transformation, and the Reaper is that necessity made manifest - existing in the space between the old rating and the new, feeding on decline while serving as the treaty s supernatural executioner.
Manifests as a hooded figure holding a scoring pencil that transforms into a glowing scythe when curses are triggered. Its cloak is woven from discarded scorecards and faded ratings reports. Leaves behind trails of crumpled stats that slowly disintegrate. Eyes glow with the color of the player's previous rating - green for safe, red for danger zones.
The Rating Reaper appears on the course when a player crosses a significant rating threshold, physically harvesting their decline and transforming it into the curse specified by the Accords. It serves as both enforcer and witness - documenting supernatural consequences while executing them. Players who see the Reaper know their rating has triggered something beyond mere numbers.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyStephen Dunton climbed from tag #4 to #2 on a 73, gaining two places despite an 819 round rating—a -33 differential from his 852 PDGA rating. He finished 0.5 strokes above the 72.5 field average, so Fort Siege’s ledger records a promotion and a rough statistical episode in the same entry.
Due to absence from Week 3 (Ledger Open), tag number moved from 2 to 4. (Week 3 of 9)
checks clipboard The Rating Reaper pauses at Baron's Ground, scythe dimming to pencil mode. Stephen Dunton awaits at The Fort Buenaventura — a Tuesday side quest in the ongoing saga. The Accords' magic still holds; the cloak still rustles with old scorecards. Different grass, same descent math.