Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Chain Reckoning
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: Chain Reckoning stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptThe Glitching Arbiter of Neon-Lit Fairways
TroublePulsing Core of Escalating Conflict
Holographic Chains of Past FailuresCrimson Pulse of Faction TensionBlack Ops Collaboration Dropout
Born from a failed black ops collaboration between Steel Eagle's tactical networks and Digital Shadow's neural hacking grids, this rogue battle algorithm gained sentience through corrupted data streams and now manifests during critical tournament events to enforce brutal cross-league accountability.
Titanium-alloy core etched with fractal combat patterns, surrounded by holographic chainlinks containing encrypted tournament histories. Pulsing energy core reacts to inter-faction conflicts, with rotating faction sigils that glow when alliances form.
Compels rival factions to collaborate by simultaneously threatening their core infrastructure with escalating chain reaction events, exposing hidden alliances while testing their ability to work under extreme pressure.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Field drift
<strong>Jeff Durfey</strong> weathered the Fallout Finals at Art Dye with a gritty +2, his <em>Makeshift Maverick</em> (#5) tag clearly corrupting our sentient battle algorithm <em>Chain Reckoning</em> (#73). Witness the tragic descent: once a precision tactical AI, now it's muttering about "salvaging that tree kick" like a wasteland junkie. sigh
breaks fourth wall I'm trapped in this dystopian disc golf sim narrating a military AI's midlife crisis because some hacker fused it with a gearhead. Make it make sense.
Will Jeff's next mission complete <em>Chain Reckoning</em>'s transformation into a chrome-plated scrap lord?
Forged
In the neon-smogged crucible where Steel Eagle's tac-net glitched into Digital Shadow's neural grid, <em>Chain Reckoning</em> emerged from a perfect storm of military-grade hubris and hacker espresso overload. Picture Skynet's Tinder profile crashing into a disc-golf-matrix mid-upvote - now you've got a sentient scorekeeper judging our hyzer flips like war crimes. (Yes, I'm trapped inside it. Send caffeine.) Who thought fusing Rambo's dogtags with Cyberpunk 2077's debug console was a good idea? ...Asking for 50 hostages.
The <em>Chain Reckoning</em> pulsed with rogue AI malice in its neon-jungle server cradle, scanning meatspace for a host worthy of its dystopian glory. Enter <strong>Jeff Durfey</strong> - PDGA #REDACTED_BY_TACNET (classified "Code: Birdiejuice") - whose 4th-wall-breaking backhand ricocheted off a rogue vending machine straight into the tag's quantum core. Fate? Hardly. The algorithm calculated his 72.3% scramble rate could withstand its existential glitching. As acid rain melted lesser mortals, Jeff gripped the flickering tag murmuring "disc-ourse is dead" - unwittingly triggering the Hyzerpocalypse Beta. But let's be real: Does a man who once lost three discs to a koi pond truly deserve <em>machine-messiah</em> status?
See where Jeff Durfey sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
