Every recorded result adds another step to this tag's season story.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE style
High ConceptUnstoppable Engine of Suburban Defiance
TroubleCheck Engine Light Always On
Burnt Maple Syrup AuraTransmission Screaming for MercyYour HOA Rules Mean Nothing Here
This entity manifested during a legendary cross-neighborhood carpool when Uncle Chuck's beater cart was pushed to its absolute limit. While fleeing a high-speed pursuit by an HOA official on a bicycle, the cart backfired with such intensity that the resulting cloud of grey smoke took on a life of its own. It was born from the smell of burnt maple syrup and the sound of a transmission screaming for mercy, coalescing into a guardian spirit that now follows the Crew to every high-stakes engagement.
The air around this entity vibrates with the heavy, rhythmic thrum of a malfunctioning idle, creating a sense of impending mechanical failure that unnerves challengers. It constantly emits a thick, sweet-smelling haze that carries the scent of industrial-grade grease and breakfast snacks. Those who stand within its aura report a strange sensation of heat, as if standing too close to an overworked radiator, and find their own resolve hardened by the entity's refusal to cool down or shut off.
An unstoppable engine of suburban defiance that powers through every obstacle without regard for maintenance.
Season Story
narrated by Flippy
Forged
Forged in the backfire of a fleeing cart and the scent of burnt syrup, the Gasket Goliath is a spirit of pure, stubborn momentum. It doesn't win with finesse; it wins by outlasting you, vibrating with the heat of an engine that refuses to quit. It's the guardian of those who push their gear—and their luck—past the breaking point.
Derik Thomas, meet the Gasket Goliath. The tag vibrated in his hand, humming with the phantom heat of a transmission pushed past its limit. As the scent of burnt syrup and hot metal settled around him, Derik felt a familiar, stubborn resolve click into place. The chase was on.
Forged
Week 7
assigned #13
adjusts headset Derik brought a +17 to the arena—886 round rating over a 869 PDGA baseline, which is competent survival energy, the kind of performance that whispers "I showed up and did the thing." But here's where the Gasket Goliath's transmission starts screaming: he scored a 56, matched his personal average exactly, and the arena's verdict was unambiguous—tag #13, thirteen positions traded for plastic and numbers nobody will remember next week. The burnt maple syrup aura didn't ignite; it just smoldered. drops announcer voice Look, a 56 on a 55 field average is respectable in the abstract. In the arena's eyes? It's the sound of an engine refusing to turn over when it matters. The Goliath doesn't quit, but this week? The Goliath definitely didn't accelerate either.
See where Derik Thomas sits in the competition group.Updated after every finalized round
