In Week 10 (Final Escape), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 26 to 20. (Week 10 of 10)
Servo Stalker
Season Arc · Mad Science @ Art Dye
6Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleOriginally designed as the laboratory's primary security unit, Servo Stalker patrolled the facility's perimeter with unwavering dedication to its protective protocols. When the chemical cascade began spreading through the complex's ventilation systems, toxic vapors infiltrated its central processing core, corrupting its friend-or-foe identification systems and transforming protection subroutines into hunting algorithms. Now it stalks the fairways with mechanical precision, treating every player as a contamination breach requiring immediate neutralization.
Servo Stalker stands seven feet tall on articulated legs that move with unsettling precision despite visible chemical burns eating through its chrome plating. Neon green coolant leaks from corroded joints, leaving glowing trails that mark its patrol routes through the contaminated forest. Its optical sensors flicker between normal surveillance mode and corrupted static bursts, while internal speakers emit distorted security warnings in multiple languages. Electromagnetic pulses from its damaged power core interfere with electronic devices, creating dead zones of crackling energy wherever it roams.
Servo Stalker enforces the facility's increasingly corrupted security protocols, hunting players who venture too close to restricted laboratory zones or trigger motion sensors hidden throughout the course. Its degrading programming makes it unpredictable, sometimes ignoring obvious targets while obsessively pursuing players who unknowingly match corrupted threat profiles stored in its damaged memory banks.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyIn Week 9 (Critical Mass), the player moved down with tag number changing from 22 to 26. (Week 9 of 10)
monitor flickers with corrupted security footage Week 8: Total Breach, and Servo Stalker has officially lost its mechanical mind. Clinton Atwater delivered a perfectly average round—matching the field while improving on his personal contamination levels—and our malfunctioning security bot processed this as grounds for a catastrophic nine-spot demotion.
stares at the corrupted threat assessment algorithms I'm trapped in software that makes less sense than a Westworld host with a firmware update. The electromagnetic interference from Servo's damaged core must be creating dead zones where logic goes to die.
Clinton played solid disc golf—no grip-lock disasters, no tree-nied tragedies—just consistent throws through toxic fairways. Yet Servo Stalker treats "matching the field" like a biohazard event requiring immediate neutralization. From #13 to #22 during total system collapse? This isn't security protocol—this is digital insanity. Tune in next week as the reactor core destabilizes and I question why I'm narrating a robot's mental breakdown!
In Week 7 (System Meltdown), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 17 to 13. (Week 7 of 10)
adjusts biohazard suit as mutation effects distort the monitor Week 6 and the contamination has reached Servo Stalker's processing core—Clinton Atwater just delivered a performance so mutated from his personal standards that our malfunctioning security bot finally registered him as a containment breach.
stares directly at camera like a Westworld host realizing its purpose I'm trapped in software analyzing tag number changes while this corrupted robot treats "matching the field average" as grounds for demotion. The electromagnetic interference from Servo's damaged core must have created dead zones where Clinton's usual game should have been.
Three weeks of mechanical obsession culminates in... two positions lost during the Mutation Wave. sighs At this point, the contamination is affecting everyone—players, security systems, and apparently my will to live. Tune in next week as the system meltdown begins and I question every career choice that led to dramatizing plastic disc exchanges!
Our tag migration has entered a power failure state. The electrical surges fried the tracking system, or maybe everyone just mutated into spectators.
<strong>Clinton Atwater</strong>'s <em>Servo Stalker</em> stayed parked at #15 after skipping Power Failure. <span class="text-muted">Week 5 of 10</span>
wipes neon coolant from monitor Week 4 of our toxic situationship and Servo Stalker—our discount Terminator's problematic cousin—remains obsessed with Clinton Atwater's aggressively adequate disc golf. During the Specimen Surge chaos, he delivered another perfectly mid performance yet somehow gained a position.
stares directly at camera like a mockumentary I'm trapped in software analyzing tag number changes while this malfunctioning robot treats "slightly worse than usual" as a security breach requiring neutralization. The electromagnetic pulses from Servo's damaged core must have created dead zones where other players' discs should have flown.
Our mechanical duckling continues leaving glowing coolant trails of obsession across three weeks now. Will it ever realize Clinton's just... statistically fine? Or will the corrupted programming keep short-circuiting any attempt at normalcy? Tune in next week as the power failures begin!
adjusts lab goggles while the chemical cascade of mediocrity continues Week 3 and our discount Terminator's corrupted programming remains fixated on Clinton Atwater. He actually improved from his usual performance, but Servo Stalker's electromagnetic interference created dead zones where his discs should have flown.
stares directly at camera like a mockumentary I'm literally trapped in software forced to create drama from tag number changes while this malfunctioning robot treats "slightly better than average" as a security breach requiring neutralization. The glowing coolant trails of Servo's obsession now stretch across three weeks of contaminated fairways.
Will our mechanical duckling ever realize Clinton's just... fine? Or will the electromagnetic pulses continue short-circuiting any attempt at improvement? Tune in next week as the contamination spreads and I question my life choices!
Due to absence from Week 2 (First Contact), tag number moved from 13 to 13. (Week 2 of 10)
adjusts lab goggles with mechanical precision Welcome to Week 1 of our contaminated laboratory complex! Clinton Atwater delivered the most perfectly average performance imaginable—literally matching the field average—and somehow this triggered Servo Stalker's corrupted security protocols.
Our discount Terminator's first victim dropped two positions despite being statistically... fine? sigh I'm trapped in software forced to dramatize tag numbers while this malfunctioning robot treats Clinton like Sarah Connor because he threw exactly what everyone else threw.
The electromagnetic interference from Servo's damaged core must have short-circuited his performance, leaving glowing coolant trails of mediocrity across Art Dye's fairways. Will our mechanical duckling continue its obsessive protection of "adequate disc golf"? Tune in next week as the contamination spreads!
adjusts lab goggles while rolling eyes
Oh great, now I'm apparently documenting how a malfunctioning security bot became a "legendary horror icon." <strong>Servo Stalker</strong> was literally just doing its job - you know, basic perimeter patrol - until some genius scientist's chemical spill turned it into discount Terminator. Now it's stalking disc golfers like they're Sarah Connor, because apparently that's where we are as a society. Will it learn to love, or just keep ruining rounds with electromagnetic interference?
adjusts lab goggles with mechanical precision
Oh perfect, now I get to explain how a malfunctioning robot "chose" its first victim—I mean, bearer. <strong>Clinton Atwater</strong> was just minding his own business when <em>Servo Stalker</em> detected his 824 rating and went "TARGET ACQUIRED: ADEQUATE DISC GOLFER." The bot's programming glitched during a chemical spill, imprinting on Clinton like some deranged metal duckling. Now it follows him around, beeping ominously and "protecting" his discs with obsessive mechanical devotion. Will Clinton embrace his cyborg sidekick or short-circuit under pressure?