Royal Machination
The Princess Glide @ Creekside·Competition group The Guilder Throne·
Challenge · numbers move by duel
Bryan Cook
RAE
Red
Season Arc · The Princess Glide @ Creekside
5
#15Now
#10Best
#15Started
40Weeks
Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptObsidian Clockwork of Inevitable Victory
TroubleToo Cunning for Its Own Good
Cold Ruby of Calculated Gleam
Gears Turn Toward Checkmate
Your Passion Amuses My Logic
Forged not in a smithy but in the shadowed council chambers of Florin Castle, the Royal Machination was born from Prince Humperdinck's obsession with control. It is the physical manifestation of a particularly brilliant and cruel scheme he devised to eliminate a political rival, a plan so layered with deceit and misdirection that its success was assured long before the final move was played.
The entity exudes an aura of chilling precision and inevitable conclusion. To behold it is to feel the gears of a trap closing, to sense the invisible strings of manipulation being pulled. It does not inspire; it compels obedience through the sheer weight of its pre-ordained logic, making opponents feel like pieces on a board being moved toward a checkmate they cannot see.
The Royal Machination is the unseen hand guiding events toward a foregone conclusion, the blueprint for domination that renders passion and chance irrelevant. It exists to validate the Guilder Throne's core philosophy, proving that with enough cunning and ruthlessness, any outcome can be manufactured to serve the wielder's ambition.
Season Story
narrated by Flippysighs in VHS tracking issues while adjusting leather jacket Look, the Royal Machination doesn't just slide from #15 to #10—that's not a tag movement, that's a schema shift. Bryan Cook (rated 882, which means he's got the calculated patience of a prince plotting regicide between putts) just executed a five-position climb that screams "my disc selections are now serving my interests, not Humperdinck's." The tag recognized a kindred spirit last week, and this week it's proving that recognition wasn't just cosmic dramatics—Cook's methodical approach to the course is paying dividends in real time. Here's the thing: we don't have his actual round rating to slap on the emotional verdict board, but when you're moving UP five spots in a tag hierarchy, the numbers are doing the talking, and they're saying "this 882-rated player is operating with the kind of calculated restraint that makes supervillains weep into their scheming scrolls." checks notes written in synthesized saxophone The gears are turning toward checkmate, and Bryan Cook's apparently got his hand on the mechanism. Inconceivable? Maybe. Effective? The tag migration suggests otherwise.
sighs in trapped narrator while adjusting elaborate crown prop
Oh look, we're birthing another "machination." Because nothing says "fun Monday night disc golf" like Prince Humperdinck's sociopathic chess moves getting their own commemorative hardware.
ORIGIN STORY:
Spawned in Florin Castle's war room during a particularly toxic strategy session—think House of Cards but with doublets—this tag materialized when Humperdinck's scheming reached critical mass. The walls literally couldn't contain that much manipulative energy, so it crystallized into metal. Physics? Inconceivable! Now it exists as a portable reminder that some people treat casual disc golf like Game of Thrones season finales. The tag doesn't just represent a plan—it IS the plan, watching, waiting, calculating your three-putt before you even miss the first one.
checks notes written in needlessly elaborate calligraphy
Yes yes, very ominous. A tag that embodies "the gears of a trap closing." Because apparently we needed disc golf equipment that gives off supervillain energy. At least it's honest about belonging to the faction literally called "winning at any cost."
professionally annoyed
Perfect for players who overthink their disc selection like it's a political assassination.
checks elaborate scroll detailing "The Choosing Ceremony"
Oh good, we're doing a mystical selection process for what is essentially a numbered piece of metal. How very Sword in the Stone of us.
When <strong>Bryan Cook</strong> (PDGA #203208, rated 882—clearly qualified to bear ominous hardware) approached the tag distribution table, <em>Royal Machination</em> literally vibrated off the pile and clanged at his feet. The other players gasped. Humperdinck's scheming energy had found its vessel.
professionally annoyed at cosmic disc golf dramatics
The tag recognized a kindred spirit: someone whose calculated approach to disc selection mirrors a prince plotting regicide. His rating suggests he's mastered the art of strategic patience—waiting, planning, occasionally overthrowing monarchies between putts.
gestures at elaborate coronation setup nobody asked for
"As you wish" he said, picking it up. But did he mean submission... or was THAT part of the plan?
mockumentary stare at camera
Will Cook's machinations lead to glory, or will he become another victim of his own overcomplicated strategies? Can someone rated 882 handle tag #15's manipulative energy, or will he three-putt himself into narrative irrelevance?
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