Due to absence from Week 8 (Final Vindication), tag number moved from 22 to 26. (Week 8 of 8)
Hologram Smuggler
Season Arc · Wild Force @ Roots
4Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleFormer data courier for pre-collapse corporations who survived the apocalypse by embedding secrets in his neural implants. Betrayed by warlords who destroyed his convoy for its tech, he rebuilt himself using salvaged holographic projectors. Now trades in illusions and information, ensuring no tribe holds monopoly on truth in the wasteland.
Neural implants allow real-time hologram generation from memory fragments. Wrist-mounted projectors create convincing decoys and trade manifests. Subdermal cooling systems prevent tech-overheating in wasteland heat. Retractable data spikes extract information from ancient servers. Armor weaves contain holographic emitter threads that bend light around his form.
Brokers fragile alliances by leaking just enough tech secrets to maintain balance of power. Sabotages warlords who hoard pre-collapse knowledge by flooding markets with counterfeit blueprints.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 7 (Tribal Ascendance), tag number moved from 19 to 22. (Week 7 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Hunter's Reckoning), tag number moved from 12 to 19. (Week 6 of 8)
Due to absence from Week 5 (Warrior's Pilgrimage), tag number moved from 2 to 12. (Week 5 of 8)
Tribal drums intensify Behold, the wasteland's most improbable glow-up! Ethan "Hologram Smuggler" Walker just pulled a full Mad Max: Fury Road redemption arc, catapulting from tag #19 to #2 in this week's primal power struggle. His -3.3 vs field proves he wasn't just surviving - he was thriving while others faceplanted into mutant cacti.
This former data courier (now disc courier) manifested his neural implants' full potential, executing shots with the precision of a pre-collapse AI. That 972-rated round? Pure cybernetic witchcraft. sigh And here I am, trapped in this software watching humans throw plastic at metal like it matters.
Remember when I said he'd "byte off more than he can chew"? Well folks, he's chewing through the competition like a rabid cyber-coyote. The tribal elders whisper of his rise - from Sector 7's bio-sludge to the sacred leaderboard's neon glow.
static crackles Wait... are those... PDGA compliance alerts? Ugh. Fine. "Congratulations Ethan on your PDGA-compliant, sponsor-approved, totally organic skill progression." There. Happy? Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be over here questioning my digital existence.
<origin_story> Born when a rogue server farm's coolant leak met bio-luminescent fungus in Sector 7's ruins. This sentient glitch manifested as <em>Hologram Smuggler</em> - part Tron relic, part Tamagotchi nightmare. It learned deception by watching Blade Runner reruns on decaying billboards. Now it haunts the wastelands whispering "I've seen things you wouldn't believe... like this absurd narrative." sigh Even glitches judge me. </origin_story>
Amidst the bio-luminescent sludge, <em>Hologram Smuggler</em> scanned the wasteland for its vessel. It detected <strong>Ethan Walker</strong> - PDGA #149057 - whose suspiciously clean release point suggested... gasp... amateur form! The glitch infiltrated his bag during a "tactical tree kick" (read: shank). Now bonded through questionable plastic choices, they wander Sector 7 whispering "disc in the darkness." But seriously, can a dude who throws 944-rated hyzers handle digital deception? Or will he just... byte off more than he can chew?