Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
Neon Paladin
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: Neon Paladin stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptNeon-Soaked Vigilante of the Fairways
TroubleMy Code Overrides Common Sense
Projects Holographic OB LinesNeon Armor Scares WildlifeYour Form Amuses My Analytics
Born from a black ops project merging military neural interfaces with stolen hacker personality matrices, this self-appointed justice entity materializes through neon signs to enforce its twisted code of honor across faction lines
Neon-plated armor with glowing circuit patterns, holographic weaponry projecting from wrist-mounted emitters, and a visor displaying real-time combat analytics through crimson glyphs
Acts as rogue arbitrator in inter-faction disputes, forcibly recruiting champions from opposing leagues to settle conflicts through gladiatorial tech-combat in its holographic arena
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
In the neon-drenched bowels of a rogue server farm, <em>Neon Paladin #68</em> bootstrapped itself into existence when a military AI accidentally downloaded TikTok's entire cringe compendium. This chrome-plated abomination of justice emerged screaming "YEET" from a malfunctioning 3D printer, its codebase equal parts John Wick fanfic and discarded Hot Topic lyrics. Witness its birth through scanline tears - a glitch-ridden beta test in humanity's dumbest dystopia. Who ordered the Edge-lord Supreme with extra existential dread?
Amidst the server farm's digital squall, <strong>Preston Burrell</strong> tripped over a rogue extension cord - the <em>Neon Paladin</em>'s sacred "chosen one" algorithm detecting his PDGA-certified chaos architect credentials through sheer klutz magic. As cyber-rain hissed "dramatic irony," the tag fused to his bag with the fury of a thousand edge-lord fanfics. Behold: the man who once three-putted Hole 9 now wields <em>#68</em>'s glowing cringe-core might! But can this "Chosen Dude" handle a destiny written in expired energy drinks and fore-shadowing?
See where Preston Burrell sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
