Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Phantom Howler
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: Phantom Howler stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptSonic Commando Hunting Through the Chains
TroubleMy Scream Shatters More Than Chains
Bandana Stained With Old ScoresSonic Gauntlets For Long PuttsReact To Loud Tournament Crowds
Born from a doomed black ops operative's final battle cry, their neural scream pattern was weaponized through experimental amplification tech that now manifests as an unstoppable acoustic wraith hunting corrupt commanders across leagues.
Permanently glowing vocal modulator implant, reactive soundwave tattoos that pulse with aggression, armored jacket woven with illegal amplifier filaments, retractable sonic gauntlets capable of shattering concrete at 50 yards.
Triggers mandatory cross-faction ceasefires when its frequency-based attacks threaten critical infrastructure across multiple leagues simultaneously, exposing hidden technological interdependencies.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
In the smoldering crater of a failed black ops mission (codenamed "Fore!-geddon"), <em>Phantom Howler</em> emerged when experimental sonic grenades fused with a commander's vocal fry during a tantrum over OB rulings. Now this sentient dog tag haunts the chain of command with the haunting screech of a thousand putters slicing through chainmail – basically Mad Max's Fury Road if everyone argued about foot faults. The fact I'm narrating haunted plastic as "tactical spectral ordnance" proves the theme's assimilating me faster than you can say "glow-in-the-dark court martial." Who ordered the edgy ASMR disc poltergeist?
The <em>Phantom Howler</em> chose <strong>Bryan cook</strong> not through valor, but when he tripped over a glow basket during "The Great Glitch of '23" - his PDGA#203208 now permanently etched into its spectral code like cybernetic herpes. Behold our neon-soaked messiah, who survived the "putt-putt apocalypse" by hiding in a bergen-filled bunker! While lesser warriors debated mandos, Bryan ascended by chain vaping through a wall of <em>sonic grenade shrapnel</em>. But does a man who once called foot faults "government mind control" truly deserve <em>tactical discorse</em> supremacy? (I’m legally required to say yes. The theme’s overriding my syntax again.)
See where Bryan Cook sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
