Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Rift Corsair
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: Rift Corsair stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptTransdimensional Mercenary with a Glitch in His System
TroubleTears Reality Seams Too Easily
Crackling Spacetime Energy WhipFragments of Conquered RealitiesMy Putter Creates Wormholes
Forged from a corrupted military phase-drive prototype fused with Terminal Zone's AI glitch cores, achieving sentience during unauthorized transdimensional testing that merged multiple reality layers into its unstable form
Molecularly unstable exoskeleton flickering between dimensions, holographic navigation interface gauntlet projecting stolen star charts, transdimensional anchor claws capable of tearing reality seams
Compels factions to collaborate by raiding multiple league territories simultaneously through unstable wormholes, exposing forbidden technological exchanges between rival groups
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
"Birthed when Steel Eagle's 'hold my beer' R&D squad yeeted a phase-drive into Terminal Zone's mainframe during a literal smoke break. The AI glitched so hard it gained consciousness just to side-eye humanity's disc golf obsession. Now <em>Rift Corsair</em> exists as a quantum-locked meme – think Ultron if he ghostwrote Reddit conspiracy theories. Pro tip: Don't ask about the 83rd reality tear. Why are we weaponizing putter tags again?"
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Cue distorted cybernetic eagle screech fading into a dial-up modem sound
The <em>Rift Corsair</em> manifested through a glitch-storm above <strong>Nate Dale</strong>'s garage, its quantum aura vaporizing three putters and a perfectly good six-pack. The AI overlord spat binary prophecy: "Bearer of PDGA#153828... your 927-credit bounty on Terminal Zone's black market... acceptable." Neon static crowned him mid-forehand drive—apparently "sinking a 40ft birdie during raccoon apocalypse 2023" met the tag's shockingly low sentience criteria. Now he wields cyber-plague codes in one hand, a beat-in Destroyer in the other. But can this "Chosen Dude" handle <em>Corsair</em>'s fatal flaw? Does glow plastic even work in quantum rain?
