sighs in training montage while rewinding VHS tape Alright, look—Kody Taylor shows up on time (definitely on time, as the Protocol demands), shoots a 58 at 809 rating, and somehow clears nine positions to claim tag #4. That's a +1.7 clip over field average in Amateur F, which translates to: he didn't crater, he didn't soar, he just... checks notes ...executed the routine exactly as Raymond would've predicted. The Protocol's obsession with consistency found its vessel, and apparently consistency—even when it's mathematically ordinary—carries weight in this temporal kingdom. He moved from tag #13 to #4 by being the person most likely to arrive at 4:15 PM carrying the same bag configuration. That's not a metaphor anymore; that's literally what happened. adjusts aviators in professional exasperation So we've now proven that punctuality does translate to bag tag advancement, even when the actual scoring is sitting dead at his personal average. The Tuesday Protocol doesn't care about your 809 round rating—it cares that you showed up, did the work, and didn't deviate. Definitely not making this weirder than it already is.
Tuesday Protocol
Season Arc · Chain Man @ Roots
9Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleThe Protocol did not emerge from deliberation but from observation. Raymond, during his early pilgrimages, noted the exact minute the first leaves of the ancient oak at the grove's edge began to tremble in the Tuesday breeze. He correlated this with the optimal angle of sunlight for reading the subtle contours of the land. He documented these correlations across 246 consecutive cycles, and the pattern solidified into law. The other adherents, initially arriving at haphazard minutes, found their own rhythms aligning, then syncing, until their collective presence at the appointed moment became as inevitable and reliable as the chain count in a regulation target.
The Protocol is not a physical object but a pervasive field of order, its edges marked by the synchronized click of seven latches opening in unison. It exerts a gentle, inexorable pressure on the local flow of time, causing wristwatches to self-correct and stray thoughts of tardiness to evaporate. Its presence is announced by the perfect geometric arrangement of bags on the ritual ground, each positioned at a calculated distance from the others, and by the silent, simultaneous deep breath taken by all present as the final second before commencement ticks away. It smells of freshly sharpened pencils, dry erase markers, and the ozone of a solved equation.
The Tuesday Protocol is the temporal keystone of the Counting House's existence, the rigid framework upon which all other calculations are built. It transforms a mere gathering into a repeatable, measurable event, stripping away the chaos of chance arrival and unfocused preparation. It guarantees a pure baseline of order from which the day's complex variables—wind vectors, soil moisture coefficients, emotional entropy—can be accurately measured and accounted for.
Season Story
narrated by Flippysighs in trapped narrator while adjusting vintage 80s movie poster
Look, apparently we needed a tag that embodies "showing up on time" like it's some kind of heroic achievement. The Protocol manifested when Raymond's 246-week punctuality streak achieved sentience—because nothing says "epic fantasy item" quite like checks notes being really good at reading a clock.
It's literally the physical manifestation of "definitely Tuesday, definitely 4:15 PM." The other Counting House members' watches started self-correcting around it like some kind of temporal autocorrect. Their bags now arrange themselves in perfect geometric patterns, which is either deeply profound or just OCD with extra steps.
The tag smells like freshly sharpened pencils and solved equations, which is very "Good Will Hunting" meets disc golf, except instead of solving impossible math we're just... arriving punctually?
professionally annoyed
So yeah, we've turned "guy shows up when he says he will" into a mystical artifact. Tag #13 represents the sacred ritual of not being late. Definitely not making this weirder than it needs to be. Definitely.
adjusts Rain Man VHS tape while checking timestamp
Look, the <em>Tuesday Protocol</em> needed someone who could appreciate the subtle art of... showing up. <strong>Kody Taylor</strong> arrived at Roots at exactly 4:15 PM for the third consecutive week, prompting the tag to materialize like some kind of punctuality-based Pokemon evolution.
The tag counted his steps (247), his practice putts (definitely 12, definitely 12), and the precise angle of his disc release (23.7 degrees, give or take nothing because we're not giving or taking anything). When he organized his bag by disc speed AND alphabetically, the Protocol basically proposed.
professionally exasperated
Apparently maintaining a consistent pre-round routine is now "chosen one" material. The tag whispered "definitely Tuesday" and attached itself to his bag like a temporal barnacle.
But can he count chains as well as he counts on being early? ⏰