Audition Tape
Fast Times at Creekside High·Competition group Challengers·
Challenge · numbers move by duel
Timothy Scholle
RAE
Red
Season Arc · Fast Times at Creekside High
3
#5Now
#2Best
#18Started
34Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptCelluloid Knight of the Tangled Woods
TroubleSticky Splice Marks on Every Shot
Ghostly Overlapping Breakthroughs
Handwritten Do-Over Labels
Chaotic Tapestry of Stumbles
Forged not in a studio lot but in the makeshift editing bays of determined amateurs, the first Audition Tape was a spliced-together collection of earnest, flawed performances. It was the brainchild of early Challengers who believed true merit was found in the attempt, not just the accolade. The tape was a physical manifesto, a reel of celluloid that held more heart than technical prowess, and it became the foundational relic for those who valued the journey over the destination. It is said the original still exists, its spools whispering encouragement to every new face that joins the fray.
The artifact hums with a low, persistent whir, the sound of a projector bulb warming up. Its surface is a tactile mosaic of worn celluloid strips, slightly sticky to the touch, with visible splice marks and handwritten labels reading 'TAKE 1' or 'DO OVER'. When held, it emits the faint scent of ozone and old film canisters. It does not play a perfect scene, but instead flickers with ghostly, overlapping images of past holders in moments of struggle and sudden, brilliant breakthrough.
The Audition Tape is the first callback for potential, a tangible promise that the opening act is just as crucial as the finale. It circulates through the ranks of the untested, its presence a challenge to improve one's performance before the next review. It validates the stumbles and celebrates the small victories, ensuring every contributor knows their early efforts are the essential raw footage from which legends are eventually cut.
Season Story
narrated by Flippyadjusts VHS tracking while consulting the PDGA database in genuine bewilderment Timothy Scholle just shot a 54—that's +5 over his PDGA rating of 873, translating to a round rating of 878. Which means the Audition Tape's beloved protagonist didn't just stay in character; he exceeded it. He beat the field average by 3 strokes (-3 vs. 57.0), tied his personal average dead-on, and somehow convinced an artifact held together with duct tape and delusion that he deserved a 16-position leap from Tag #18 to Tag #2. sighs in trapped narrator while the Pre-Raphaelite forest seems to approve Look, the Audition Tape was literally made from failure montages, so the fact that Tim just turned in a performance that beats his own rating? That's the corrupted reel finally playing a scene where someone didn't airball from 10 feet. The cosmic irony of a tag born from botched takes now belonging to someone who actually showed up—that's either poetic justice or the VHS tape just has really low standards. Either way, the blooper reel's got a new lead actor, and for once, it's not because he ate it on hole seven.
sighs in trapped narrator while adjusting flannel
Look, someone literally spliced together every botched take from the Challengers' first attempts—the shanks, the roll-aways, the "did I just airball from 10 feet?" moments—into one beautiful disaster reel. Very "Ed Wood meets disc golf," except the production value is somehow worse. The tape's held together with duct tape and pure delusion, labeled "TAKE 1" in Sharpie because there was definitely no Take 2.
It's basically the participation trophy of ancient artifacts, except it actually means something? The early Creek-rats were like "what if we made our failures... aspirational?" and honestly, that's either deeply profound or deeply concerning. The reel still plays if you're brave enough to watch—just flickering montages of people eating it on hole seven, preserved in Pre-Raphaelite jewel tones for maximum dramatic irony.
professionally annoyed at having to make VHS mystical
The tape whispers encouragement, apparently, though that might just be the degraded audio track. Either way, Tag 18 was born from the radical idea that showing up counts for something, which is... actually kind of wholesome? I'm as surprised as you are.
adjusts VHS tracking while consulting PDGA database
Look, <strong>Timothy Scholle</strong> (PDGA #290051, rated 873—which means he should know better) somehow convinced the <em>Audition Tape</em> that his practice round shank-compilation was "method acting." The tape, desperate for literally anyone to validate its existence, whispered "you're perfect for the role" through degraded audio static.
professionally annoyed at destiny choosing mediocrity
Tim's response? "I've been preparing for this my whole life"—which, given his rating, is either deeply committed or deeply concerning. The reel fast-forwarded through all his greatest misses and decided "yes, THIS is our protagonist."
checking notes written in Pre-Raphaelite jewel tones
So now Tag 18 belongs to someone whose credentials suggest competence but whose audition suggests... persistence? The tape's corrupted enough to mistake determination for talent, honestly.
But can Timothy turn his blooper reel into a director's cut, or will he just add more footage to the "special features nobody asked for" section? 🎬
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