Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptCircuit-Board Crow of the Canopy Watch
TroubleEasily Distracted by Shiny Disc Trajectories
Static Feathers Hum with DataNever Misses a Tree SignalLightning-Fused Crow Spirit
Born from the wreckage of a Speak & Spell device that was fused with the spirit of a mountain crow during a freak lightning storm over the Utah peaks. The Bureau captured this essence and bound it to the ranks of their most agile junior trackers to ensure no transmission goes unrecorded.
It hums with a low-frequency vibration that causes nearby pine needles to stand on end and glow with a faint blue light. When the bearer is in close proximity to the luminous visitor, the entity emits a rhythmic clicking sound, mimicking the binary language of the stars.
A high-altitude surveillance entity that watches the woods from the canopy. It monitors the movements of those who seek to hide the exchange student and alerts the Bureau officials with sharp, synthesized cries whenever a signal pulse is detected from the trees.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Forged in a storm that fused silicon and spirit, the Transistor Tengu is a relic of pure, petty chaos. It didn't just escape the Bureau's lab; it left a mocking, glitchy voicemail on its way out. Now it hums, waiting for a junior tracker foolish enough to think they can wield it, all while plotting to short-circuit their best round.
The Bureau's alert pinged on Michael Thomas's scanner: a rogue signal, humming with static and spite. The Transistor Tengu, Tag #19, wasn't hiding. It was broadcasting from the top of the practice basket, its blue glow daring someone to claim it. Michael reached out. The tag clicked once, a binary laugh, and went silent in his palm. The hunt was over. The real test had just begun.
Forged
Week 6
assigned #19
adjusts headset through static Michael Thomas threw a 794 against his 867 PDGA rating—that's -73 below form, folks. The Transistor Tengu didn't just claim a bag tag; it short-circuited his entire round the moment he picked it up. The arena has spoken in the harshest dialect: from untagged to Tag #19 in one catastrophic descent. Elliott's going to have questions about whether his extraterrestrial buddy's petty silicon chaos extends to corrupting the throws of junior trackers foolish enough to wield its power. Welcome to the Culling, Michael. The tag clicked once, and your round died.
See where Michael Thomas sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
