Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Neural Tempest
Chain Reaction·Competition group A·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: Neural Tempest stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptGlitching Storm of Corrupted Chain-Smashing Code
TroubleBroadcasts Everyone's Dirty Laundry
Eyes Glow on Uphill LiesA Corona of Chain NoiseRewrites the Scorecard
Born from a black ops experiment gone wrong, the Neural Tempest was created when Steel Eagle's battlefield AI core fused with Digital Shadow's viral hacking protocols during a failed raid on a neural tech lab. Now this self-replicating storm of corrupted code drifts through the city's augmented population, rewriting minds and exposing buried faction secrets with each electrical surge through its victims' implants.
The Neural Tempest exists as both digital entity and physical phenomenon - a crackling storm of corrupted data that manifests through victims' cybernetic implants. Its electrical surges override motor functions while projecting glitching holograms of stolen memories. The Tempest grows stronger with each new neural connection, its core emitting a distinctive blue-white corona of intersecting lightning patterns that burn retinal displays.
The Tempest serves as both weapon and whistleblower - its random manifestations force factions to collaborate during containment operations while simultaneously exposing their darkest secrets through the fragmented memories it broadcasts. This creates constant tension between military containment teams and hacker cells trying to exploit its data leaks.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Field drift
Behold <strong>Steven Anderson</strong>, the human glitch in <em>Neural Tempest</em>'s matrix, who just hacked Art Dye's code with a personal best that's left our daddy tag more conflicted than Keanu in The Matrix Resurrections. While <em>Armageddon Arbiter</em> tried sentencing his backhand to 10 years hard labor, the cyberstorm in his bag kept whispering sweet nothings about anarchy.
Witness the tragic poetry: three birdies brighter than Neo's sunglasses, then a triple-bogey sequence worthy of Cyberpunk 2077's launch. His +2 odyssey - rated 906 in the real world but 927 in his head - proves we're all just NPCs in disc golf's weirdest RPG.
The tags' merged consciousness now demands I describe a hyzer flip as "the bullet time of release angles." Help. Me.
As <em>Neural Tempest</em> evolves into whatever happens when Mad Max fights Tron, one question burns: Will <strong>Steven</strong>'s next round birth Skynet or just another mediocre ChatGPT knockoff? Place your bets before the system... glitches out
See where Steven Anderson sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
