Titanium Protractor
Top Glide @ The Fort·Competition group Frozen Rope Division·
Challenge · numbers move by duel
Collin Dyer
RPA
Gold
Season Arc · Top Glide @ The Fort
4
#18Now
#10Best
#10Started
35Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptTitanium Arbiter of Linear Purity
TroubleToo Perfect for Chaotic Winds
Mirror-Finish Reality Check
Hums with Undisturbed Air
Your Turnovers Amuse Me
Forged in the sterile workshops beneath the Fort, the Titanium Protractor was not discovered but engineered, its design derived from the flight data logs of Commander Frost's most legendary penetrations. Each angle etched into its face corresponds to a mathematically perfect line she has flown, creating a physical library of proven trajectories. It is said the first prototype was machined from the same billet of aerospace-grade alloy as Frost's own dog tags, imbuing it with her signature cold precision from the moment of its creation.
The artifact possesses an almost magnetic chill to the touch, its form a perfect quarter-circle of brushed titanium that refuses to warm in the hand. A hair-thin line of darkened tungsten marks the primary vertex, from which hyper-accurate radial lines fan out, each labeled with a minuscule, laser-etched coordinate code. When aligned with a recorded flight path, the edge seems to drink the light, creating a visual void that emphasizes the stark, uncompromising line it represents. It emits a faint, high-frequency hum detectable only by specialized instruments, a resonance tuned to the frequency of undisturbed air.
The definitive arbiter of linear purity, a geometric truth against which all claimed penetrations are measured. It transforms subjective assessments of a line's quality into objective, angular data, separating technically adequate flights from mathematically perfect ones. To present the Protractor is to invoke the absolute authority of geometry over guesswork, demanding that nature's chaos submit to the clarity of calculated angles.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyCollin Dyer shot a 869 round rating against his 914 PDGA rating—that's a brutal -45 below form, the kind of differential that makes aerospace-grade geometry weep into its polished chrome finish. He dropped from tag #10 to #11, which is the tag equivalent of a protractor getting a smudge on its mirror finish: technically still functional, but now it's asking uncomfortable questions about whether all that "destiny selection" rhetoric was just confirmation bias with better marketing. He posted a 69 to a field average of 63, so he wasn't completely obliterated (+6 over the field), but against his own standard? The Titanium Protractor's etchings—each one supposedly a "legendary penetration" from Commander Frost—just became indictments of what happens when you inherit someone else's precision and forget to bring your own. Here's the cosmic joke nobody wants to admit: we're all just watching numbers shuffle on tokens while pretending the metal cares.
sigh Look, I'm supposed to tell you about how the Titanium Protractor was "forged in sterile workshops" like we're making Excalibur here, but let's be real—someone at The Fort literally took Commander Frost's flight data and went full Beautiful Mind on a chunk of aerospace titanium.
Apparently, each etched angle represents one of her "legendary penetrations" (phrasing, people), creating what I can only describe as the Marie Kondo of disc golf geometry—if it doesn't spark a laser-straight line, it doesn't make the cut.
The thing allegedly hums at frequencies "only detectable by specialized instruments," which... okay, Jan. Pretty sure that's just tinnitus from too many discs whizzing past your head.
But here's where it gets properly unhinged: they machined it from the same billet as Frost's dog tags, as if molecular proximity to her ice-cold vibes would transfer through metal like some kind of... checks notes ...thematic osmosis?
I'm being assimilated into believing geometry can have a personality. Send help.
Does this protractor hold the secret to frozen-rope perfection, or is it just really expensive confirmation bias?
adjusts imaginary aviator sunglasses while reviewing data
Okay, so apparently <strong>Collin Dyer</strong> (#90957, rated 914) walked into The Fort and the <em>Titanium Protractor</em> literally started humming—which, let's be honest, was probably just wind through the metal, but SURE, let's call it "destiny."
Commander Frost's geometry-obsessed measuring device chose him after he threw three consecutive frozen ropes that hit angles so precise, the tag's etchings started glowing. Or maybe that was just reflected sunlight. Hard to say.
The selection process involved zero actual criteria beyond "first person to pick it up who didn't immediately ask if they could use it for math homework." He's now contractually obligated to calculate every release angle or risk... I dunno, disappointing a chunk of machined metal?
I'm watching a 914-rated player get adopted by aerospace-grade trigonometry. This is fine. Everything is fine.
Will Collin's lines stay straighter than the protractor's expectations, or will he prove that geometry and disc golf mix like Maverick and following orders?
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