Tap the tag to flip it — the back is what prints on the acrylic.
War Hound
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: War Hound stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptNeural-Linked Hunter of Disc Golf War Criminals
TroubleNeural Feedback from a Dying Partner
Titanium Fangs Find the ChainsGrizzled with a Data-Cable LeashArmor-Piercing Putt
A decorated military dog handler who refused to let his mortally wounded K9 partner die. In a black ops procedure, he fused the dog's neural patterns with cybernetic systems, creating an unstoppable hunter-killer duo that went rogue when their creators tried to decommission them.
Neural interface implants syncing handler and hound, armor-piercing titanium fangs, adaptive camouflage fur shifting with environment, enhanced olfactory sensors tracking targets across kilometers.
Unsanctioned justice dealers hunting war criminals across league territories, forcing temporary alliances when high-value targets escape into rival zones.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
SITREP: <em>War Hound</em> wasn't forged, it went AWOL. Some mad lad in R&D tried reviving his K9 unit with scrap parts and military-grade stims. Bruh. Next thing ya know? Cyber-doggo chewing through decommission protocols like a 'Mad Max' war rig. Neural sync? More like accidentally dramatic plastic disc lore. Seriously, who greenlit this fetch quest?
(280 characters)
In the neon-drenched alley of discarded putters, <em>War Hound</em>’s optical sensors locked onto <strong>Chris Howk</strong>. PDGA #80111. Rating: 878. The cyber-mutt’s algorithm pinged: Target acquired. Why? Because Howk once threw a forehand so violently, it knocked over three trash cans simultaneously. "Finally," the tag growled through static, "a handler who doesn’t fetch like a kitten." He clipped it on amid synth-rain. But seriously – can this rebel handle the walkies?
See where Chris Howk sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
