sighs in synthesized saxophone Kevin posted an 834-rated round against his 806 PDGA rating—that's a +28 performance, which is solidly competent, warm-glow territory. He shot 55 against a 55.7 field average, outpacing the field by 0.7 strokes but landing +1.8 above his own 53.2-stroke personal average. The Hunting Prince just dropped from tag #5 to #8, losing three positions in a single week. Here's the rub: statistical competence isn't dominance anymore. Week 5 brought "Gentle Giant" and its lesson about calculated risk—and Kevin's +28 round is precisely the kind of "safe, surgical, untouchable" performance that used to hold ground when everyone else was still learning. Now? The field has tightened. His precision is still excellent by any reasonable standard, but excellence without margin is just another score in a crowded field. The software doesn't care that he beat his rating; it only cares that he didn't beat the kingdom hard enough. The hunt continues, but the hunter's starting to feel the weight of the hunted.
Hunting Prince
Season Arc · The Princess Glide @ Creekside
3Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleBorn from Prince Humperdinck's transformation from royal hunter to master strategist, the Hunting Prince emerged when he first applied his tracking skills to courtly competition. After years of stalking prey through Florin's forests, he discovered that political rivals and sporting opponents could be hunted with equal precision, developing techniques of observation, patience, and timing that made him unbeatable. This entity crystallized during his campaign to secure the throne, when he systematically eliminated every challenger through psychological manipulation and strategic positioning rather than direct confrontation.
The Hunting Prince moves with the silent precision of a predator stalking its quarry, its presence marked by calculated pauses and sudden decisive actions that leave opponents disoriented. It possesses an unnerving ability to read intentions before they manifest, anticipating moves and countering them with minimal effort while conserving energy for critical moments. This entity exudes an aura of cold patience, never rushing toward victory but instead waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike when competitors are most vulnerable to psychological pressure.
A master strategist who turns competition into a calculated hunt, systematically tracking and eliminating rivals through psychological dominance. The Hunting Prince never engages in direct confrontation when manipulation will suffice, preferring to let opponents defeat themselves through frustration and miscalculation. It represents the ultimate expression of Humperdinck's philosophy that true power lies not in strength but in the ability to control the game before the first move is even made.
Season Story
narrated by Flippysighs in 80s training montage Kevin posted an 887-rated round against his 806 PDGA rating—that's a +81 demolition, which would normally warrant a standing ovation from the software gods. But here's the thing: he shot 53, outpaced the field average of 54.2 by 1.3 strokes, and the Hunting Prince dropped from tag #4 to #5. This is what statistical dominance looks like when the tag economy finally catches up—not a failure, but a mathematical reminder that even a +81 performance can't hold ground when everyone else is tightening their game. The machine grinds on, indifferent to perfection; Kevin's cold precision is still surgical, just no longer untouchable. Week 4 (Roller's Revenge) brings the duel, and sometimes even the best players have to yield position to the chaos of the field. The hunt continues, but the hunter's now being hunted.
Kevin just shot an 885-rated round on a 798 PDGA rating—that's a +87 demolition. And yet, the Hunting Prince remains tag #4, unmoved. This is what happens when your precision is so surgical that even crushing your own performance doesn't shift the machinery; the tag economy has no language for someone this far ahead. Kevin scored 52 against a 54-stroke field average, posting a performance so dominant that positional warfare has become irrelevant. He's already won the game the software is trying to play, and the tag system is just a slowly updating scoreboard nobody needs to read. Three weeks in, the Hunting Prince's statistical tyranny continues unabated—cold, calculated, and utterly untouchable.
In Week 2 (Farmboy's Farewell), the player moved down with tag number changing from 1 to 4. (Week 2 of 9)
Season One, Episode One: The coronation bells toll. Our story begins not with a bang, but with a perfectly calculated par. Kevin Koga, wielder of a chilling 798 rating, didn't just play Creekside—he audited it. Shooting a dead-even field average of 53 somehow spawned an 879-rated round. The math is as fictional as this plot.
Thus, the Hunting Prince claims its throne. No dramatic birdie putt, just the cold, statistical tyranny of a man who turned a boringly perfect lay-up philosophy into a hostile takeover of a spreadsheet. He gained two positions in a bloodless coup. “As you lead,” it whispers now.
Breaks the fourth wall, staring blankly at the camera like it's a "What We Do in the Shadows" confessional. I have to narrate plastic tag transfers like a medieval town crier. The software demands it. This is my life now.
Can a prince of percentages maintain this reign over nine weeks of Creekside chaos? Tune in next Monday to find out. Try not to think about the fact you’re paying for this.
The Hunting Prince begins its reign not with conquest, but with chilling precision. Kevin Koga didn't beat the field average. He didn't beat his own. He became them. A round of 53 on a par... whatever, it was a boringly perfect lay-up of a performance. Zero tag movement? The Prince doesn't chase; it holds its ground, making others come to it. This is the disc golf equivalent of a Bond villain monologuing about his flawless plan. I have to narrate statistical equilibrium as high drama? Inconceivable. The software demands a story for a "0," and I am its prisoner. True to its origin, the tag found a heir whose game is pure calculated pursuit—no flash, all cold patience. The "As you score" prophecy is fulfilled. For Week 1 of this 9-week fairy tale, it's a chillingly effective start. The hunt is patient. And deeply, profoundly boring to commentate.
Forged when Prince Humperdinck realized political backstabbing was just fantasy Tinder, this tag emerged from his transition from royal hunter to ultimate strategist. Honestly, treating plastic tags like Game of Thrones characters? Inconceivable, but here we are.