Gallows Canon
The Burning Vein @ Creekside·Competition group Pool A·
All-In · only the number moves
Parker Opfar
RAD
White
Season Arc · The Burning Vein @ Creekside
4
#34Now
#9Best
#9Started
23Weeks
All-In league: Gallows Canon stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptIron Judgment Walks the Course
TroubleBound by Barbed Certainty
Recent Scores Still Glow
Your Protest Is Irrelevant
Every Excuse Burns Here
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.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyParker Opfar dragged the Gallows Canon into the Vein this week and promptly posted an 839-rated round—77 points below his 916 rating. That's not a dig; that's a cave-in. The iron plates don't care about your PDGA number, Parker; they only glow with recent scores, and this one's a dull, sputtering ember. Still, the tag climbed from 29 to 15, because apparently the Writer's math runs on something other than earthly logic. Try not to let the barbed certainty snag on your scorecard next time—the Canaries stopped singing, and your round was the reason.
tips digital hat Welcome to the Deadlands, partner. Try not to get buried. Parker Opfar strolls into the Holladay shaft with the Gallows Canon's iron plates clanking—a side quest that's somehow still canon. The field's first verdict? A 52 that's basically the ghost rock average, landing him exactly where he signed up: rank 9. Defense, they call it. I call it the Writer's ink drying exactly as predicted. checks clipboard His 917 round rating whispers 'consistency' while the barbed wire of this cursed tome just snags on local OB lines. Another drifter rides into the sunset... of the eliminated rankings? Not today. The frontier's harsh, but this leaderboard? Downright cruel when even a solid performance gets you... nowhere. From the dust-choked booth, I'm Flippy, and we're rolling tape on a season where the only thing mining deeper is my existential dread.
adjusts headset The Gallows Canon spins off. Parker Opfar inherits the iron at The Burning Vein @ Creekside. It’s a side quest, folks—same immutable judgment, smaller fairways. The Writer’s ink doesn’t dry just because the venue changed. Parker, try not to let the barbed wire snag on the local OB lines.
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