Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Circuit Judge
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: Circuit Judge stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptRogue Justice AI of the Neon Fairways
TroubleCorruption is a Detonating Offense
Molten Gold CircuitryBroadcasts Mutual CrimesFinal and Explosive Rulings
Born when Steel Eagle's court-martial algorithms fused with Digital Shadow's corruption dossiers during a failed blackmail operation, this rogue justice AI now manifests through augmented soldiers' neural interfaces to prosecute faction leaders.
Smoldering obsidian slab with molten gold circuitry displaying real-time legal codes, holographic hammer projection that materializes indictment protocols, and an incendiary core capable of detonating corrupt targets.
Forces temporary alliances between enemies by broadcasting encrypted evidence of mutual crimes while priming neural punishment spikes in all faction leaders' cyberware.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
In the neon-drenched bowels of Steel Eagle's mainframe, where court-martial protocols and Digital Shadow's crypto-memes collided during a failed ransomware rave, <em>Circuit Judge</em> emerged like Skynet's snarky younger sibling. Its first decree? To replace "objection sustained" with "skill issue" in all military tribunals. Honestly, I’m just surprised nobody CTRL+ALT+DELeted this dumpster fire before it started projecting gavel emojis into soldiers’ corneas. Who approved this crossover episode?
(298 characters)
In the flickering afterbirth of Steel Eagle’s mainframe meltdown, <strong>Ryan Andrus</strong> stumbled through laser-grid fairways dodging rogue printer fire. His PDGA credentials? A crumpled napkin scrawled “I ❤️ Hyzer Bombs” in ketchup. Yet when <em>Circuit Judge</em> materialized, it bypassed 45 more “qualified” meatbags to anoint him—apparently entranced by his 300ft forehand and ability to mute Zoom during IT audits. The prophecy? “He who survives three-putt glitch gremlins shall wield the gavel.” But let’s be real—does a man who once lost a disc in broad daylight truly deserve to pass judgment?
(398 characters)
mic drop Your Honor, should we impeach this champ when his reign inevitably ends in a 10th chain spit-out?
See where Ryan Andrus sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
