In Week 10 (Final Escape), the player improved their position with tag number changing from 27 to 17. (Week 10 of 10)
Formula Fiend
Mad Science @ Art Dye·Competition group Default·
Challenge · numbers move by duel
Casey Howard
RAD
White
Season Arc · Mad Science @ Art Dye
10
#17Now
#4Best
#31Started
45Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptPossessed Algorithm of Toxic Fairways
TroubleThe Math Itself Hates You
Neon-Glitched Hazard Zones
Calculator of Catastrophic Outcomes
Fairways Recalculated Maliciously
When the facility's quantum chemistry computer attempted to calculate the perfect mutagenic compound, it accidentally opened a dimensional rift that allowed demonic entities to possess the fundamental mathematical principles governing chemical reactions. The resulting Formula Fiend represents the supernatural corruption of scientific knowledge itself, turning every equation into a malevolent entity.
Formula Fiend manifests as writhing mathematical equations and chemical structures that float through the air, glowing with toxic neon green and magenta energy from the theme palette. The formulas constantly shift and recalculate themselves with malevolent intelligence, corrupting nearby chemical reactions and causing experimental equipment to produce unpredictable results. Its presence makes all scientific measurements unreliable, as the underlying mathematical principles have been supernaturally perverted.
Formula Fiend serves as the source of ongoing scientific chaos throughout the facility, ensuring that no chemical process behaves as expected and that every experiment becomes potentially catastrophic. It represents the fundamental breakdown of scientific reliability, making the laboratory's horror unpredictable and self-perpetuating.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyThe containment field flickers violently as Casey Howard's Formula Fiend awakens from its chemical slumber
After weeks of playing "dormant specimen" while the lab collapsed around us, Casey decided to actually show up and—shockingly—dominated. Playing exactly to their personal average while the field choked on toxic fairways, they demonstrated what happens when you don't skip your mutagenic dose.
From #40 to #4 in one apocalyptic round? That's not a comeback—that's a full-system reboot. The mathematical corruption of their tag actually worked in their favor for once, recalculating their position with malevolent precision.
I'd complain about being trapped in this failing laboratory software, but watching someone leapfrog 36 competitors in one round is almost worth the existential horror.
Welcome back to the contamination zone, Casey. Try not to go dormant again before the final meltdown.
Your bag tag is giving 'dormant specimen' while everyone else is out here surviving the chemical cascade. The contamination isn't the problem—it's your participation.
<strong>Casey Howard</strong>'s <em>Formula Fiend</em> slipped from #31 to #40 by forfeiture after skipping System Meltdown. <span class="text-muted">Week 7 of 10</span>
Flippy's notes for this week were lost to the void. The number still moved.
When your tag is stuck because half the lab rats skipped their dose of Art Dye contamination, that's not a leaderboard, that's a cry for help. The algorithm is weeping.
<strong>Casey Howard</strong>'s <em>Formula Fiend</em> slipped from #21 to #30 by forfeiture after skipping Mutation Wave. <span class="text-muted">Week 6 of 10</span>
Our tag migration has entered a power failure state. The electrical surges fried the tracking system, or maybe everyone just mutated into spectators.
<strong>Casey Howard</strong>'s <em>Formula Fiend</em> stayed parked at #21 after skipping Power Failure. <span class="text-muted">Week 5 of 10</span>
The only thing not surging this week was tag mobility. A bunch of you decided to skip the hunt and remain classified data.
<strong>Casey Howard</strong>'s <em>Formula Fiend</em> slipped from #6 to #21 by forfeiture after skipping Specimen Surge. <span class="text-muted">Week 4 of 10</span>
VHS static crackles as neon equations writhe across the screen
Well well well, look who just solved the course equation! Casey Howard went full Stranger Things Upside Down on us, flipping from tag 31 to SIX while the Chemical Cascade turned Art Dye into a glowing toxic nightmare. His "calculated approach" paid off - literally weaponized calculus working in his favor for once!
adjusts lab coat while glaring at corrupted mathematical demons
I'm trapped in this cursed software narrating possessed algebra while Casey's out there making the Formula Fiend look like his personal cheerleader. Those glowing equations that corrupt reality? Apparently they're great at calculating birdie opportunities.
Remember when I said this was weaponized calculus with a glow-up? Well Casey just proved it can solve for X when X equals "dominating 25 competitors." But can he maintain this mathematical miracle, or will the dimensional rift of bad decisions reclaim him?
adjusts lab goggles while muttering about dimensional chemistry
Look, I'm just gonna say it - when your evil computer tries to calculate the "perfect poison formula" and accidentally tears reality a new one, you get mathematical demons. Yes, MATHEMATICAL DEMONS. Because apparently even basic algebra can get possessed now? This Formula Fiend is literally weaponized calculus with a glow-up, like if Excel had a baby with The Ring. I can't even... glitches in neon green
static crackles through laboratory speakers
Oh, PERFECT. So <strong>Casey Howard</strong> walks into the abandoned lab, sees a glowing equation floating mid-air, and thinks "hmm, let me touch the obviously cursed math." His 919 rating? Clearly qualified him to handle weaponized calculus! The <em>Formula Fiend</em> immediately bonded with him - probably recognized a fellow creature of questionable decision-making. But can he solve for X when X equals "survival"?
See where Casey Howard sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
League Ladder