Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptThe Weight of Wishes Made Real
TroubleGravity of Professional Legacy
Bureaucratic Power's ChillYour Joy Is FragileLead-Sealed Clarity
This artifact originated in the high-pressure boardrooms of the early tour, where the first wished-up professionals realized that fame was a cage built from their own demands. It was originally a physical contract addendum penned by a legendary veteran who knew the joy of the game was a fragile thing. Over the decades, it has manifested as a physical weight, passed down to those who prove they can handle the gravity of a true professional legacy.
The cylinder vibrates with a low, sub-sonic hum that resonates in the bearer’s marrow, intensifying as the pressure of competition peaks. It is unnaturally heavy for its size, and the air surrounding it feels thick with the scent of ozone and old ink, marking it as a thing of immense bureaucratic power. When held, it imparts a chilling clarity, sharpening the bearer's focus while simultaneously making their movements feel deliberate and heavy.
A relentless taskmaster of the arena. It dictates the psychological pace of the conflict and punishes any lapse in discipline or strategic foresight, ensuring the bearer remains tethered to the reality of the stakes. It acts as a mental anchor, keeping the bearer grounded when the chaos of competition threatens to overwhelm their focus.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Forged not in fire, but in the fine print. The Terminal Rider was clause 17-B of a legend's first major contract, the one that made him a star and a prisoner. It absorbed the weight of every expectation, every autograph, every moment the game stopped being a game. Now it's a cylinder of pure, petty obligation, looking for a new host to saddle with the glorious burden of being a pro. It hums, impatiently.
Aaron Prestgard didn't find Tag #23, the Terminal Rider. It found him. The cylinder, humming with the weight of a thousand contractual obligations, slid into his bag after a round where his focus was absolute and his joy was... professional. It settled in, a cold, bureaucratic anchor. The arena has a new host for its oldest burden. Let's see how long he can carry it.
Forged
Week 7
assigned #23
adjusts headset through VHS static Aaron Prestgard didn't choose Tag #23, the Terminal Rider—it chose him, sliding into his bag with the cold weight of a thousand contractual obligations. New tag, zero position context (we've got no score data to judge the actual arena verdict, but the cylinder doesn't care about details), and the fine print is already humming. From untagged to bearing the burden of a legend's first contract clause—that's not a ranking swap, that's an initiation into the professional cage itself. sighs in training montage The arena's oldest burden has a new host. Let's see how long he carries it before the gravity of that choice starts calling the shots. For now, Prestgard's just holding the weight. The real test comes when he has to decide what's actually in the bag worth keeping.
See where Aaron Prestgard sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
