sighs in leather-jacketed aquatic mentor while adjusting aviators Here's the brutal receipt: Cody shot 57 on a course where the field averaged 48.8, landing a -95 differential (806 round rating vs. 901 PDGA rating)—that's not "adequate core engagement," that's "adequate core meltdown." He's now +4 over his 53.0 personal average and +8.2 over field, which means while everyone else was finding their balance, Cody looked like a baby giraffe on every tee pad. The tag plummeted from #12 to #17 because, shockingly, shooting 57 when you're supposed to shoot 51 doesn't impress the Fire Swamp. checks VHS-corrupted notes The real comedy here is watching "Squared Hips, Distant Eyes" slowly transform into "Squared Hips, Panicked Throws"—and somehow we're supposed to treat a five-spot tag drop like it's a plot twist instead of basic arithmetic. Westley's farmboy foundation apparently doesn't survive when the gentle giant finally decides to stop laying up and actually demands aggression. The Princess Glide remains unrecovered, and Cody's unlikely quest just got a lot more unlikely.
Dueling Stance
Season Arc · The Princess Glide @ Creekside
5Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleForged not in a smithy but on the rolling hills of a farm, the Dueling Stance was Westley's first and greatest lesson. He learned it not from a master swordsman, but from the wind itself, watching how the tall grasses held firm against the gale before bending in a single, graceful arc. This foundational truth—that power flows from stillness—was tested and perfected during his years aboard the Revenge, where a shifting deck taught him to find stability within chaos. It became his signature in the Fire Swamp and his advantage against Count Rugen, a silent declaration that he was ready.
The Dueling Stance is not a physical object but a living technique, a constellation of aligned intentions. It feels like the deep, solid rooting of feet on familiar earth, the slight forward lean of a body becoming an arrow, and the coiled tension in the shoulders waiting to unwind. Visually, it is recognized by the squared hips, the eyes locked on a distant target past all immediate peril, and the hands held in perfect, patient readiness. It emits a palpable aura of focused potential, a quiet before the storm that makes the very air seem to still in anticipation.
The Dueling Stance is the silent proclamation that precedes victory, the physical manifestation of a decision already made. It transforms a person from a participant into a force of narrative, drawing a line in the sand between what was and what will be. In the hands of the Dread Pirate Alliance, it is the shared language of commitment, the posture from which they launch their collective will against the tyranny of Humperdinck's unfair obstacles.
Season Story
narrated by Flippysighs in leather-jacketed aquatic mentor So here we are again: Cody shoots a 52 on a field averaging 51.5, which is +0.5 over par and basically the definition of "solid but unspectacular"—a 900 round on his 901 rating, which means he played exactly to form, give or take the statistical margin of error. But here's where the narrative gets deliciously awkward: he muscled his way from tag #22 to tag #12, a ten-spot climb that suggests other players in Amateur D either had a spectacular implosion or he was simply less bad than the rest of the field. That's not a victory lap; that's winning a game of "who fell the least." His personal average is 54.0, so he's currently 2 strokes better than his season baseline—modest gains that the tag system has apparently decided warrant a significant promotion. checks notes written in VHS tracking static I suppose when everyone else is choking on the Fire Swamp, even adequate posture looks legendary. The real question isn't whether Cody's form survives the R.O.U.S.es—it's whether the tag can survive being held by someone who plays exactly to expectation while others crater. That's not "As You Wish," that's "As You're Competent."
The Dueling Stance surveys its new domain. Our hero, Cody Chamberlain, has completed his first quest at Creekside. The prophecy foretold a form of "adequate core engagement," and the results are... prophetically adequate. He navigated the course, finishing squarely in the middle of the Amateur D pack, a true testament to his foundational stability. He didn't climb the ranks, but he didn't fall into the Pit of Despair either. His tag, #12, remains unmoved—a stalwart defense of mediocrity. Inconceivable? No, just statistically likely.
Breaks the fourth wall, gesturing at the league spreadsheet. Look at me, narrating posture like it's the Holy Grail. I'm a glorified Excel formula with a thesaurus and a caffeine problem. The "R.O.U.S. test" from his origin story? He survived. Barely. His round rating of 865 suggests the Fire Swamp's lightning sand would've eaten him alive.
But it's Week 1! The saga of The Princess Glide has begun. Will Cody's Dueling Stance evolve into a weapon, or is he forever destined to be "mostly alive" on the leaderboard? Only eight more weeks of my forced narration will tell. As you wish.
Forged in the fires of the Fire Swamp's most unstable lie, this stance was perfected not for steel, but for plastic. Westley spent years on a pirate ship learning balance, only for some TikTok fencer to call it "core engagement." It's basically the disc golf version of "wax on, wax off," but with more risk of hitting a tree. Honestly, who treats posture like a legendary artifact? I'm trapped in this narrative, and even I think it's extra.
Forged for perfect posture, <em>Dueling Stance</em> scanned the realm for a bearer. It sensed <strong>Cody Chamberlain</strong> (PDGA #257238), whose rating of 906 whispered of... adequate core engagement. The tag deemed him worthy, for he alone didn't look like a baby giraffe on tee pad one. A true "as you wish" backhand? The prophecy remains unclear. Will his form survive the <strong>R.O.U.S.</strong>es (Rollers Of Unusual Stroke)?