Void Marauder
Season Arc · Flight Club @ Urban Forest
1All-In league: Void Marauder stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleBorn from the first unauthorized launch into the storm drain arc, where a disc vanished mid-flight and reappeared perfectly seated in a shopping cart basket under police spotlight, the Void Marauder was not named—it was recognized. Witnesses didn’t speak of it; they mimed its arc with trembling hands. It is said to appear only when the Chaintrix simulation glitches, rewriting flight paths in real time, a ghost coded in VHS tracking lines and stolen momentum.
It carries the weight of erased moments—the throws that never logged, the points that disappeared, the players who stepped out of line and were never seen again. Its presence is felt in the half-second pause before a disc banks off a billboard frame at impossible angles, in the hum of a CRT screen freezing mid-scan. It does not obey parabolic logic; it rewrites it in neon-orange vectors.
Hunts the edge of detection, where signals drop and discs disobey physics. A name invoked when a throw shouldn’t work—but does.
Season Story
narrated by Flippyrewind sound Tyler Ivie threw a +9 over his 845 rating—a quiet, professional climb from Tag 9 to Tag 3 that the simulation somehow didn't glitch into oblivion. The Void Marauder's previous victim (that catastrophic Tag 0 crater) clearly decided this week was boring, so it handed Ivie a six-position promotion instead of a narrative implosion. He shot 53, the field averaged 53.5, and the arena basically shrugged and moved him up the ladder. No VHS corruption, no storm drain reach-back, just clean survival in a Concrete Echo where silence apparently pays dividends. The booth notes this with mild surprise: competence without catastrophe still counts as a win in the Float Club."
rewind sound Tyler Ivie just threw +37 above his 845 rating—882 on the card, 54 strokes in a field averaging 54.9—and climbed from Tag 6 straight to Tag 3 like the glitch itself was carrying him. The simulation doesn't negotiate, but apparently it makes exceptions when you reach into the storm drain and the Void Marauder reaches back. From VHS corruption to hierarchy ascent in one week; the arena has spoken, and it sounds like a dial-up modem finally connecting. He's not just carrying a tag anymore—he's carrying momentum that rewrote the save file. The sponsors want me to call this "league play." I'm calling it what it is: the haunted disc found its new host, and the scorecards reflect the distortion.
Born from a storm drain that regurgitated a drive into a police spotlight, Tag 6 isn't earned; it's caught like a virus. The Void Marauder rewrites your scorecard just to keep things interesting. It’s a haunted save file waiting to corrupt your Sunday round with neon-orange physics that simply don't care about your rating.
Tyler Ivie reached into the storm drain, but Tag 6 reached back. The Void Marauder doesn't ask for permission; it overwrites your reality. Ivie isn't just carrying a tag anymore; he's carrying a VHS glitch in a digital world. The arena feeds on static, folks. Welcome to the corruption.
rewind sound Tyler Ivie threw a +37 over his PDGA rating (882 round vs. 845 baseline), which is genuinely solid—the arena usually demands this kind of composure just to survive the week. But here's the cosmic joke: he didn't survive. Tag 0 → Tag 6, a six-position crater that makes the rating performance almost irrelevant. The Void Marauder doesn't care about your +37; it cares that you blinked, and the simulation rewrote your coordinates. The storm drain that regurgitated this cursed disc just claimed another victim. adjusts headset Ivie threw well. The arena threw back harder.