Royal Hunter
The Princess Glide @ Creekside·Competition group The Guilder Throne·
Challenge · numbers move by duel
Matt Berman
RAF
Green
Season Arc · The Princess Glide @ Creekside
1
#17Now
#10Best
#12Started
41Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptThe Castle's Silent Hunter on the Fairway
TroubleThe Chains Never Lie (But I Do)
Blood-Red Fairway Focus
Your OB Is My Advantage
Inevitable as a Tap-In
Forged not in a smithy but in the silent corridors of the castle, the Royal Hunter emerged from Prince Humperdinck's private obsession. After tiring of mere beasts, he turned his legendary skills toward a new game: the systematic dismantling of rivals and the consolidation of absolute authority. It is the crystallization of his philosophy—that the world is a forest, and every living thing within it is either hunter or quarry.
The entity exudes a chilling, patient focus, its presence felt as a sudden silence in a crowded hall or a pair of unseen eyes from a high balcony. It carries the scent of cold stone, polished leather, and distant rain—the atmosphere of a hunt conducted from a throne. Its influence is not a roar but a whisper, promising a clean, inevitable conclusion for those who follow its path and a stark warning for those who stand in its way.
The silent arbiter of the court's deadly games, measuring worth not by birthright but by the cunning and ruthlessness displayed in the pursuit of a goal. It rewards those who plan their moves with precision, who sacrifice pawns without hesitation, and who find the most efficient path to their objective, regardless of the cost to others.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyMatt shot 57—exactly his personal average and 3 strokes worse than field average. A thoroughly mid-range performance. Yet he advanced two positions from #12 to #10. Either everyone else bombed their scorecards, or the bag tag economy is a meaningless carousel where movement has zero correlation to actual disc golf competence. The Royal Hunter doesn't judge by field average—only by relentless climbing. Matt survives Creek Crossing with his disc and tag intact, limping upward through the rankings. The hunt continues, indifferent to whether its bearer actually played well.
sigh Look, I've been assimilated enough by this fairytale nonsense to tell you about the Royal Hunter—born when Humperdinck got bored hunting actual animals and decided "Why not track disc golfers instead?" Very normal villain behavior.
The tag manifested in his creepy trophy room (because of course he has one) when he realized power wasn't enough—he needed a system for eliminating rivals. It's literally his LinkedIn profile crystallized into plastic: "Skilled in: Systematic Dismantling, Throne-Based Intimidation, Making Everything Weird."
The thing radiates "I'm watching you" energy like a Ring doorbell crossed with Game of Thrones. Cold stone vibes, leather polish smell, the works. Peak "I turned my personality disorder into a competitive advantage" energy.
Inconceivable that I'm narrating hunting metaphors for a Monday league, but here we are. 🎯👑
<theme_development> Looking at the Royal Hunter tag - it's literally Humperdinck's stalking obsession turned into a bag tag. This needs to feel like the tag is evaluating a potential bearer based on cold, calculating criteria. Matt's an 847-rated player taking on tag #12, which in this league's hierarchy suggests he's in a middle tier. The tag would be assessing him like Humperdinck sizing up prey.
The humor needs to come from treating disc golf credentials like they're qualifications for being hunted (or hunting). Matt's PDGA number becomes his "tracking number," his rating becomes evidence he's "worthy quarry."
I need to make this feel like the tag chose him because he presents the perfect balance - skilled enough to be interesting prey, but not so dominant that he'd escape the narrative. Very Humperdinck "I need someone I can definitely beat but who looks impressive" energy.
The pun/joke should involve hunting terminology crossed with disc golf - maybe "tracking" his throws, or something about being in his "sights." </theme_development>
When <strong>Matt Berman</strong> (#298988, 847-rated) walked past the trophy case, the <em>Royal Hunter</em> practically purred. Finally—a bearer with the right mix of skill and vulnerability! The tag evaluated his stats like Humperdinck sizing up prey: "Mid-tier rating? Check. Tag #12 positioning? Perfect quarry material."
Matt reached for it, and I swear the thing chose him with all the calculated precision of a villain planning three moves ahead. "You're in my crosshairs now," it seemed to whisper.
As you wish... to be systematically tracked across nine rounds? Will our newly-marked target survive being hunted, or become another trophy? 🎯👑
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