The Reckoning
Apr 20 - Jun 21, 2026
Current Holder
Parker Opfar
Gallows Canon
Judgment Forged in Cinder Smoke
Too Heavy to Run
Aspects refreshed Apr 27, 2026
The Gallows Canon was forged by the mysterious chronicler known only as the Writer, who inscribed the eternal laws of the culling into iron plates bound with barbed wire. Every score that decides a competitor's fate burns itself into these plates, creating a growing scripture of survival. The Canon cannot be appealed, cannot be questioned - only obeyed.
The Gallows Canon manifests as heavy iron plates blackened by cinder smoke, bound together with twisted barbed wire. Each plate bears the burned impressions of scores that determined fates - some still glowing faintly with amber light, others cold and dark. The tome radiates a palpable weight of authority, impossible to destroy, impossible to alter. It grows with each culling.
When bearing the Gallows Canon, one becomes an instrument of the frontier's law - a living embodiment of the rules that govern survival. The bearer carries the gravitas of every judgment rendered in the Deadlands, their presence a reminder that the culling follows immutable principles. Competitors facing a Gallows Canon bearer understand they face not just an opponent, but the law itself.
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Tag History
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #26 to #48 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Your series bag tag moved from #18 to #26 based on your top 2 rated rounds from the last two completed series weeks.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Tag 18, the Gallows Canon, just dropped in like a bad verdict. Forged by the Writer to burn your scores into iron plates bound by barbs, this tome radiates pure, dusty judgment. It’s heavy, partner, and it’s waiting to see if your game is worth the ink or just kindling.
Parker Opfar just got shackled to Tag 18. The Gallows Canon is heavy, dusty, and ready to burn your stats into iron. It ain't a trophy, partner; it's a sentencing. Better make the chains rattle before the ink dries.