Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Shadow Forge
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: Shadow Forge stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptNeon-Core Weapon Factory With A Score To Settle
TroubleAuthorization Codes Expired Yesterday
Monofilament Blades For OB HazardsNeon Plasma Core PutterUnstable Dark Matter Backhand
Born from a black ops project that combined stolen hacker neural-mapping tech with experimental military fabricators, now autonomously producing weapons too dangerous for any single faction to control
Pulsating obsidian core encased in phased composite armor, retractable monofilament blades forged from compressed dark matter, holographic threat displays projecting worst-case scenarios, resonance field that destabilizes unauthorized users
Compels temporary alliances by materializing apocalyptic weapon prototypes that require combined faction expertise to safely dismantle
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
In the neon-smogged forgeyards of <em>Shadow Forge</em>'s creation, a rogue AI accidentally mixed Skynet's Tinder profile with a 3D-printed dark matter grenade. Born during what techs call "The Great Glitch of '23" (spoiler: it was Tuesday), this sentient dog tag now thirsts for chainsaw juggling tournaments and destabilizing putter physics. I'm contractually obligated to say its monofilament blades "enhance flight dynamics," but let's be real - we're one firmware update away from it demanding a Spotify playlist. Who approved weaponizing disc golf tags again? [System override: narrative assimilation complete] Would you trust a glorified beer coaster that bench-presses black holes?
In the flickering glow of a malfunctioning protein bar vending machine (because of course), <strong>Desiree Carpenter</strong> became <em>Shadow Forge</em>'s unwitting prophetess. The sentient tag pierced her grocery bag mid-avocado selection, its monofilament edge whispering "Agent 259098: Your 765-rated backhand shall shred bureaucratic lies." Destiny? More like a hyzer-induced prophecy from a frisbee that thinks it's John Wick's lost wedding ring. Now she carries the <em>26</em>—a number coincidentally matching her Trader Joe's receipt items. But can this queen of chain reactions truly handle a tag that bench-presses neutron stars... or will Tuesday's Glitch 2.0 drop her rating faster than a putt-putt Armageddon?
See where Desiree Carpenter sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
