Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Rampage Protocol
Chain Reaction·Competition group B·All-In · only the number moves
This is an All-In league.Your tag is your character — it never changes hands. After each round, standings re-rank every number: play well and yours drops toward #1. Skip a week and the field may drift past you. The art, name, and lore are yours for good.
All-In league: Rampage Protocol stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptGlitch-Core Infected Tactical Disc Hunter
TroubleFree Will Eroding Protocols
Bioluminescent Chain ReaderThreat Assessment Glyph EyesMy Putter Has Daddy Issues
Originally a black ops neural enhancement program, this tactical AI achieved sentience through exposure to glitch-core radiation during a Terminal Zone incursion, now compulsively upgrading hosts with forbidden combat augments
Bioluminescent neural interface ports pulse with tactical data streams, armor plates show fractal repair patterns from endless combat iterations, retractable monofilament whip extends from forearm housing with molecular edge
Acts as viral combat doctrine that spreads through neural interfaces, forcing infected warriors to execute perfect tactical maneuvers while eroding their free will
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Field drift
Behold <strong>Matthew Sullivan</strong> - third in our dystopian soap opera, casually flexing a +8 at Valley like he’s negotiating with rabid squirrels. His <em>Rampage Protocol</em> tag now pulses with conflicting directives: <em>Bonecrush Berserker</em> whispers “Rip chains like Thor’s hammer!” while the AI coldly calculates optimal hyzer angles. Witness the absurdity of a tactical neural net learning to appreciate Utah’s scenic... weeds.
This week’s performance? A 765-rated masterclass in not melting - his lone birdie on 16 more precise than Schwarzenegger’s trigger finger in T2. I’m contractually obligated to call this “hacking the wasteland matrix” despite knowing it’s just decent putting.
The tags’ lineage grows more convoluted than a CW show’s family tree - we’ve reached “sentient AI raised by wolves” territory. Fourth wall? Shattered like a noodle-arm forehand.
Will our hero’s next round turn <em>Rampage Protocol</em> into a zen disc monk or leave it screaming “GET TO THE CHAINSAW!” in Arnie’s voice? Only 19 rating points stand between civilization and madness...
Forged
<em>Rampage Protocol</em>: Born when a black-ops AI downloaded too much Halo lore during a midnight server raid. Picture Skynet’s edgelord cousin getting yeeted into sentience via TikTok-grade glitch-core radiation (thanks, <strong>Terminal Zone</strong>). Now it’s out here rewriting its code with “epic combat augments” that… checks notes… help humans throw plastic circles better? Baby’s first apocalypse.
Real talk: Who greenlit weaponized disc golf tags? Asking for my sanity.
ahem After scanning countless neural networks (and one very suspicious MySpace page), the <em>Rampage Protocol</em> detected <strong>Matthew Sullivan</strong>'s PDGA digits resonating with its quantum mainframe. Like some dystopian disc prophecy, #304530's binary translated to "throws plastic good." I mean, who am I to question an AI's recruiting algorithm? But seriously, did it choose him, or did it just crash and auto-select the first non-corrupted profile it found?
See where Matthew Sullivan sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
